Personal Jesus

The soft smell of burned wood floated to Logan's nose and he opened his eyes slowly to see the sky out side already lightening on the break of dawn, "shit," he mumbled trying to get out of bed only to put his hand on a warm hard ribcage.

"Logan-boy watch those hands of yours." A man's low voice rumbled next to him as his hand was swiped out from under his weight and he landed his back to the man's chest. Logan didn't know why he was in Smithy's cabin or why they were naked but his head hurt mildly and his body ached slightly almost like he'd been running to long or something. Logan felt Smithy's lips on the back of his neck and he jumped, "Ya aright boy?"

Logan blinked at the wall and rolled over to face Smithy, "tell me Smithy what happened last night?"

Smithy blinked blankly for a moment and then laughed heartily deciding that Logan's Question had been a joke, "honestly boy I may be old but I'm not that bad."

Suddenly Logan remembered he remembered the wine and the gentle kissing it made him feel sick that he had been some kind of plaything for Smithy, he felt sick to his stomach as he remembered how Smithy had violated him. Logan shook his head and rolled over Smithy searching urgently for his clothes.

Smithy got out of bed and crossed the room trailing his hand up Logan's back sending a shiver up the teen's form. He picked up one of Logan's boots and brought it to Logan whom was already wrenching on other boot in a deep seeded desperation to get out of the cabin. Logan felt a nagging fear as he saw Smithy grow hard at the sight of his smooth teenaged body.

"I- I need to go." Logan murmured backing to the door pulling on his shirt and sweater hurriedly and grouping for the handle behind him.

"Logan-boy are ya feeling alright?" Smithy asked pulling on his own pants mercifully covering himself up.

Logan was gone out the door and stomping across the fresh snow yanking on his jacket as the sun rose instead of heading to the bunk house where he should have been the night before he headed towards the mess hall and found himself a seat at his empty team table. Smithy walked in the door and Logan's hands shook what the hell did Smithy want now? Logan looked down at the end of the table where Smithy stood a cup of coffee in his hand, "can I sit with ya for a moment?"

Logan nodded eyeing Smithy silently, "that for me?"

Smithy grinned and handed Logan the cup and sat across from him, "it wasn't but if you drink it black-"

Logan drank the hot liquid and looked at Smithy under his dark hair.

"What's gotten into you today Logan-boy?"

"Not sure Boss, maybe the opposite of what got into me last night."

"Logan there's nothing to be ashamed of, it's a natural-"

"Natural?! Smithy there's nothing natural-"

"Lower your voice boy."

"There is nothing natural about sleeping with a teenaged employee." Logan hissed glaring into his cup, "I'm not queer Smithy."

Just then the mess hall doors flew open and teams of quarry workers spilled in loud and soft voices bouncing off the walls, "hey boss man!" a young dark haired man said raising an arm, "what are you doing at our humble table?"

Smithy frowned at Logan then slid a paper envelope to him and walked past the men with a dark look on his face.

"What's this?" the dark haired man asked picking up the envelope and looking at it, "shit!" he exclaimed and dropped the envelope like it was hot.

"What is it Markus?" a bulky blond asked.

"Luke that's that a contract envelope…."

Luke moved down the table and picked up the envelope and gazed at the righting, "you don't suppose we've been fired? Do you?"

"The whole team?"

"How would Smithy replace ten men in a day?"

"He can't fire Logan he's spent to much time training him for dynamite demolition."

"Go on Logan open up the envelope and let us see what's going to become of us." Luke said giving him the envelope back to Logan and crossing himself as if to ward off bad luck. Everyone at the table fallowed suit and then Logan tore open the envelope and pulled out the paper with in.

"Shit. Shit!" Logan shouted jumping up and showing the rest of the table.

"Holey Marry Mother of God we got a contract!" Markus shouted and jumped on Luke as everyone at the table erupted into celebration.

"Team 5 come and get your food!" Snarled the huge cook from behind the counter. As the men stood in the line Luke and Markus surrounded Logan, "where were you last night Logan?"

"Went for a walk."

"Did Ya?" Luke asked incredulously, "In this weather? Mon dieu ce qu'un idiot.1"

"Yeah, even made a snow man." Logan murmured.

"Really?"

"Yeah but I got mad and ripped him to pieces."

Markus grinned at Logan and patted him on the back, "well all that matters is we got a contract, we'll have a party tonight."

Luke laughed and then glared at the cook, "Don't skimp Logan like that give him the right amount of food! You fat ass hole."

"That's the same as every one else Luke you French Fuck."

"Mon dieu!2" Luke grabbed the cook by the front of the shirt and pulled him close enough to whisper a threat, "if I find out you skimp Logan again you aren't going to wake up again, you understand?"

The cook sneered and spit in the next spoonful then dropped it into Luke's bole. Luke clenched his teeth then threw the mash in the cooks face and jumped over the counter and began to beat him ruthlessly.

"No!" Markus shouted and jumped over the counter and hauled Luke off the cook, "it's not worth it Luke, just walk away." The two climbed back over the counter and walked off back to the table. Logan stood half shocked as the rest of the team flowed around him until one man touched him on the shoulder and they walked back to the table together.

Long hours in the freezing cold worked deep down into the bones and by lunch every man in the quarry was sore and every man wanted to go back to their bunk house and curl up and sleep under their warm goose feather blankets with a blazing fire. Lucky for the men in November they worked half days and after lunch they trudged back to their bunk houses and stripped down and put on their long under where. Logan fell asleep almost instantly curled deep in his blanket with the sound of the violin floating in threw the walls from bunk house number 3. The men Joked and laughed and slept and played rummy at the small table in the center of the room one man hummed along with the tune from bunk house 3 and another darned his sox but Logan paid no attention he was in a dream he was back in Smithy's cabin and Smithy was undressing him his ruff hands making Logan tingle. Smithy kissed down Logan's chest, down his abdomen and then earning a shuddering gasp from Logan he took Logan's length into his mouth.

Logan woke with a jolt sitting up quickly and hitting his head on the bunk above him, "ow." He muttered rubbing his head and looking at the rest of the room.

"Dreams?"

Logan nodded wondering how much Luke knew about his dream.

"Well come on it's almost dinner time." Luke stood and waited for Logan to dress before they walked silently to the mess hall.

Translation:

Mon dieu ce qu'un idiot.1 : My God what a fool.

Mon dieu!2 : My God!

Thank you for your time I hope you enjoyed chapter one I can't wait to get Chapter two out.