Two weeks later

Remy had taken pains to avoid Logan outside of Danger Room drills for the last two weeks. His vow had lasted all of 12 hours before he was back on the addictive internet. He had a voracious appetite for all things him and Logan. The more he read, the more he thought, the more turned on he became. It got so just the thought of Logan caused an intense arousal. Which is why he was avoiding him. Logan would be able to smell it and Remy was desperately trying to avoid that. He was so not ready for the explanation to be out in the open.

The up side was the slash pictures seemed to have everyone stumped as to who was leaving them. After the Bobby/Hank he had delivered pics of Scott/Warren, Jean/Storm and even Charles/Erik. He was sure Logan knew it was him since the man could smell his scent on the papers, but then again maybe he just assumed he had touched it too. Who knows how his senses worked. The man was closed mouth about the detail his senses could pick up.

Probably does not want others to be uncomfortable. I mean, would you like knowing that there was nowhere in the mansion you could have sex without Logan hearing everything? True he had to be paying attention, but there had to be situations where he was just checking the perimeter and ended up hearing things he would rather not.

He had also posted a pic of him and Logan which he still maintains was just to throw off suspicion. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that every time he saw it he wondered if life would imitate art. Just thinking about the stimulating kiss had him opening it and a raunchy fic that had quickly become one of his favorites. It only took a few minutes for him to become entranced with the fic. The now familiar rush of desire filling his flesh as thoughts of the real man flicking his tongue in such a manner tantalized him. He barely noticed when his hand cupped the firm flesh between his legs and slowly rubbed.

A few more minutes ticked by and Remy gave in to the urge and opened his pants. A part of his mind protesting that he really shouldn't be masturbating to a fic about himself and someone he knew. Lord knew it was already difficult enough to be around Logan when he had to be. This was only going to make it worse. His cock however bobbed enthusiastically at the idea and the blood in his body could only fuel one brain at a time so that one quickly won over the one in his head.

Grabbing a small bottle of water he reseated himself at his computer and slowly stroked a warm, wet hand along the length between his muscular thighs. Moaning softly he let his head roll back and continued to imagine it was Logan's hand that held him so perfectly. His hips swiveled in time to the rhythm in his head and the hand on his length increased in pressure and speed. Long fingers lightly ran along the long underside before swirling the tip in a tight grip that tore a loud moan of Logan's name from his lips. The blood pounded in his head as the heat of his body increased and soon he was lost in the dance of his hand moving faster and faster all the while cries of Logan's name left his lips in a crescendo. His neck stood out in sharp relief as the pounding reached in time with his climax and he lay shaking, breath short with his spent cock in his hand.

After a few moments he got up to clean himself careful not to trip on the pants that were now around his ankles.

Logan's hand was still paused to knock again when the sound of his name being called in a Cajun accent carried to his ears as the scent of sex swirled around his nose. He stepped back from the door with wide eyes. He had come out here to speak to the Cajun about the pictures he was leaving around the mansion featuring various X pairings in an embrace. He personally found the others reactions priceless, but he wanted Gambit to agree not to post anymore featuring him or he would end the game quick. As far as he knew, he was the only who knew for certain the red-haired kid was the culprit. He knew Wings and One-eye suspected, and wasn't that a sight to behold when that picture appeared. He laughed for a week just recalling their expressions.

Now here he was in an awkward situation. If he knocked now chances are that Gambit would realize he may have heard. Maybe posting that pic was not just to throw off everyone else and was really more about trying to get Logan's attention. Either way Logan decided he was not up for this right now and started to turn to walk back to the mansion. He made it a few steps before the door opened behind him.

Remy's eyes went wide as he opened the door to make his way up to the house for a snack. Logan was standing there, back to his home. 'Could the homme of heard me?' He fervently prayed Logan had just changed his mind about what had brought him out here now. Clearing his throat he covers his nervousness with a wide smile. "Allo Logan. Out for a walk?"

Logan sighed and turned back to Gambit. "Nah, kid. Wanted to talk to you about something."

Fear flashed through Gambit's eyes a moment before he banked it. "Bout what?"

"The pictures you've been scattering around the mansion."

Remy gave a small relieved smile. "How do ya know it's me, Wolvie?"

Logan gave a low growl to the Wolvie name, but otherwise let it pass. "Can smell it, Gumbo. You know that. Now I could give a shit less about you posting those damn things about everyone else. Hell I get a kick out of them myself, especially that Cyke/Wings gem, but I have no interest in being part of the fodder, understand?"

Remy's eyes glazed a moment before he nodded. "Oui, mon ami. Gambit remember dat. Desole."

As Gambit moved to walk passed, Logan grabbed his arm. "Wait, kid."

Remy looked down at the hand holding him in a loose grip. "Oui?" He asked but did not look up.

Now that Logan had him, he had no idea if he should say anything. "You all right? You been hiding in there more than usual." He nodded to the boathouse.

Remy gave a sharp nod. "Oui. Just givin' everyone space like Cyke asked."

Logan growled and rolled his eyes. "Cyke is brain dead if he thinks you hiding from everyone is going to fix anything."

Remy gave a dry chuckle. "Oui, dat he is, but Remy feels it ain't his place ta argue so he stays away."

Logan's eyes narrowed and he dropped his hand. "I know we ain't never been the best of friends, but if you need to talk, you know where to find me."

Remy shuffled his feet slightly before meeting Logan's intense blue gaze. "Merci, Vieux. Remy keep dat in mind." With a flick of his trench coat he took off for the mansion leaving a thoughtful Logan behind.