Maybe Tonight
folder
X-Men: (All Movies) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,127
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
X-Men: (All Movies) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,127
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't own the X-men nor am I making any money off this fic.
Maybe Tonight
It was driving him nuts, these glimpses of Remy. And the worst part was that he couldn't tell if they were memories or remembered fantasies.
Did Remy really moan like that when you ran your fingers through his hair, stroking him like a cat? Did he really make that whimpering noise when you licked his wrists? Was he really turned on by the way the sun caressed his skin as it came in through the east window at 10:15 in the morning?
Logan just didn't know and it was killing him the way the Cajun watched him with sad, knowing eyes.
He wanted so badly to reach out and see if the other man actually tasted like cigarettes and chocolate, to touch silky looking skin and compare it's texture to what is left of his memories. He can't though and it's not Remy's fault.
Logan can smell the desire and despair as it rolls off Remy, but he doesn't know his own feelings. Hell, for all he knows Remy was the one who did this to him and that's what he smells so guilty about.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was driving him nuts, being this close to Logan and knowing nothing could come of it. Knowing he had to go slow and wait for Logan to get his memories back.
Remy couldn't help the hurt he felt when he looked into Logan's eyes and saw confusion or, worse yet, suspicion aimed at him. He sometimes wished he had never rescued the man who had so quickly made his way from Remy's bed to his heart, or better yet, never even met him.
Lust he could deal with, infatuation he could handle but love was another beast altogether and nothing he told himself did anything to rectify the fact that his heart was slowly breaking.
Remy fought the decision every step of the way, but he'd never been muh of a masochist and the emotional pain was crippling him.
"I can't handle dis no mo' Cher, look me up next time yo' in N'awlins."
And with a tiny kiss, barely a brush of lips, Remy hopped into his plane and flew home.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 10 years later ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Remy woke to a loud banging on the front door.
"Merde, don' people know dat de sun don' rise 'till noon in N'awlins?" He complained to himself as he made his way down the stairs.
He opened the door, and froze.
"Hey Remy. You said next time I was in New Orleans... but you didn't tell me you'd moved. spent the last three days looking for ya, Kid." Logan said gruffly.
Remy let himself act on long suppresed desires, taking Logan's hand and leading him up to his bedroom. Tomorrow would be soon enough to try and figure out what he was gonna do about this situation.
Today, all he would do was feel.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Reviews make me write faster, plz review.
Did Remy really moan like that when you ran your fingers through his hair, stroking him like a cat? Did he really make that whimpering noise when you licked his wrists? Was he really turned on by the way the sun caressed his skin as it came in through the east window at 10:15 in the morning?
Logan just didn't know and it was killing him the way the Cajun watched him with sad, knowing eyes.
He wanted so badly to reach out and see if the other man actually tasted like cigarettes and chocolate, to touch silky looking skin and compare it's texture to what is left of his memories. He can't though and it's not Remy's fault.
Logan can smell the desire and despair as it rolls off Remy, but he doesn't know his own feelings. Hell, for all he knows Remy was the one who did this to him and that's what he smells so guilty about.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was driving him nuts, being this close to Logan and knowing nothing could come of it. Knowing he had to go slow and wait for Logan to get his memories back.
Remy couldn't help the hurt he felt when he looked into Logan's eyes and saw confusion or, worse yet, suspicion aimed at him. He sometimes wished he had never rescued the man who had so quickly made his way from Remy's bed to his heart, or better yet, never even met him.
Lust he could deal with, infatuation he could handle but love was another beast altogether and nothing he told himself did anything to rectify the fact that his heart was slowly breaking.
Remy fought the decision every step of the way, but he'd never been muh of a masochist and the emotional pain was crippling him.
"I can't handle dis no mo' Cher, look me up next time yo' in N'awlins."
And with a tiny kiss, barely a brush of lips, Remy hopped into his plane and flew home.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 10 years later ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Remy woke to a loud banging on the front door.
"Merde, don' people know dat de sun don' rise 'till noon in N'awlins?" He complained to himself as he made his way down the stairs.
He opened the door, and froze.
"Hey Remy. You said next time I was in New Orleans... but you didn't tell me you'd moved. spent the last three days looking for ya, Kid." Logan said gruffly.
Remy let himself act on long suppresed desires, taking Logan's hand and leading him up to his bedroom. Tomorrow would be soon enough to try and figure out what he was gonna do about this situation.
Today, all he would do was feel.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Reviews make me write faster, plz review.