A_Bet_Between_Friends3A bet between friends

Part 3

Logan opened the door to the garage and moved aside to let Remy enter. Remy

raised an eyebrow, gave Logan a small grin and wandered in. Logan followed,

closing the door. He walked towards his jeep, pulling the keys from his pocket

as he went.

Remy leaned against his motorbike. "T'ought we'd take de bike Cher."

"Ya ain't gonna be able ta drink if we take the bike, Remy."

"Remy don' feel much like drinkin' t'night Cherie, so if Remy drives, you can

drink."

Remy swung his leg over the seat and kicked off the stand. Seeming to pull the

keys from nowhere, he started the engine. Logan frowned. What the hell ya up

to here punk?

"I don't reckon I'm really in the mood ta drink either, 'sides it'll be warmer

in the jeep."

"You don' wan' drink dat's fine, but indulge Remy a littl'. It'll be fun, non?"

He flashed Logan his best trust me grin and rolled the bike forward a few feet.

"Get on de bike Cher, "less you afraid of catching a chill, an' den Remy'll be

forced to warm you up." A suspicious grin followed with "Unless… Dat's what

you be plannin' on eh?" Logan's frown deepened to a scowl, but he walked to the

bike, swung himself up behind Remy and looked for holds. "No girlie bars I'm

afraid Petite, you jus' have to hold on de old fashioned way." He reached into

his inside pocket and pulled out his shades, putting them on, he aimed a quick

grin over his shoulder, hitting the button to open the automatic doors. "Hold

tight Cher." He revved the engine and shot through the doors, heading down the

curved driveway towards the gates.

Logan grabbed him round the middle and hung, trying to ignore the fact that the

Cajun's appearance, being pressed this closely to him and the exhilaration of

the speed, was giving him the hard on from hell. He just hoped Remy didn't

notice.

Remy chuckled, even with Logan's attempts to scoot back as far as possible and

his rather miserable play at hunching his body over so it didn't notice; Remy

could still feel the impressive bulge pressing against his lower back. Remy's

grin widened and he intentionally sped up, so that every pothole in the road

made Logan's pelvis bump against the base of his spine. Logan gritted his teeth

as they picked up speed and muffled his groan as they hit a cracked stretch of

road, his arms tightened around the Cajun's middle. Hands gripping tightly to

the silk lined jacket he wore.

He let out a sigh of relief as the town lights came into view, he was turned on

so much now that it felt like his jeans were cutting off the circulation to his

legs, he needed to get off the bike and stretch his legs to make the pressure

ease. Either that, or throw the Cajun down on the ground and have his wicked

way with him… But for a first date that was a bit much. No, what I need is ta

get off this bike, away from the Cajun and outta this whole damn mess. What the

hell was I thinkin', the punk's young enough to be my great, great ………whole

lotta greats, grandson. More sublime than a heavenly catamite, probably as

talented as one and trouble with a capital T.

He sighed and attempted to scoot back again, and attempt that proved to be

fruitless as they hit the next hole in the road and he was again pressed back

against Remy.

What am I doin', it's only a night out. Tomorrow things'll go back ta normal

and the Cajun'll be chasin' Rogue round like always. Quit worryin' old man,

take a night off. Likes Jube's always says …take a chill pill and have a blast.

At that moment they hit another pothole, forcing him to smother a moan. Remy

inclined his head slightly to the side and shouted over the wind. "You alright

back dere, Cher?"

"Just peachy." Logan scooted back a little on the seat as his pelvis collided

with Remy's backside again. Not too much of a blast.

Remy pulled the into the parking bay and cut the engine, feeling Logan's

discomfort and grinned slyly when Logan practically leaped from the bike, as if

burned.

He kicked down the stand and pulled himself off the seat, leaning back against

it. "A'right cher? You're looking a little…warm?" Remy's grin widened.

"Fine Remy. How's about ya?"

"Remy's jus' perfec' homme. Ready to eat?"

"Sure, let's go." Logan glanced up at the sign above the restaurant and

smothered a groan. French and fancy, just great. A menu I can't read and a

room I'm gonna look like a hick in, things don't get much better than this.

Remy headed in the direction of the entrance to the restaurant, Logan trailing

behind him, he stopped at the valet booth and handed the valet his keys and a

twenty dollar note. He took the parking ticket offered to him and to Logan's

surprise turned and started back towards him. "We ain't eating here?" He

motioned at the restaurant.

Remy glanced back at it. "Not exactly your style eh? But if you really wan' to

eat here…" He teased, and started back. Logan reached and grabbed his arm.

"That's fine we'll eat somewhere's else, just figured cos ya parked yer bike

here this was it."

"They got good security here, mon ami. Don' wan' my bike getting' tieved."

Remy chuckled. "Ya don' want it thieved?" Logan raised an eyebrow. Wasn't

this a case of calling the kettle black? "Yeah. Dere be a lot of t'ieves

around petit', you never know who's a t'ief." Logan opened his mouth to say

something. "I might be one for you know eh?" Remy chuckled and started a quick

walking pace. "As regards to de meal, I t'ink dat we gon' eat somwhere we can

bot' be comfortable an' relaxed." He reached up and stroked the hand still

holding his arm. Logan smiled, pulling his hand away. "So where we headin'?"

"Dere's a littl' place a few blocks away, quiet, secluded…" Remy moved forward

till his chest was only a few inches from Logan's, he lowered his head, forcing

Logan to look up at him, his eyes slitted as he breathed gently against Logan's

lips. "…side's they serve de bes' catfish you gon' find in this town." He

grinned and moved swiftly away, heading for the sidewalk at the edge of the car

park.

Logan stood and watched him go trying to control urges that were building up,

the longer he spent in close proximity to the Cajun, the harder the urges were

to fight.

Get a hold. Come on old man. Fight it. It ain't gonna look good, if you spend

all night fighting the urge to throw the boy down and have ya way with him.

Remy stopped at the edge of the car park and half turned back to him. "You

comin' or not cher, I not gonna wait a'night." He turned and continued walking.

Logan watched a moment longer. Hey, there's worse things ya could watch, then

the Cajun's pert little ass heading away from ya. Bet it would be better up

close and naked. Logan's mind froze on that comment and shaking his head to

clear it, he hurried after Remy.





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