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"Here." Logan shoved a pair of boxers and an oversized t-shirt into the kid's hands. "You can wear these."

Remy nodded and turned around to dress himself. Logan made ready the bed with fresh sheets, trying not to let on that he was watching the kid out the corner of his eye. He was trying to be a gentleman, after all.

Remy cleared his throat softly and Logan turned around. "Too big." He told the older man, holding out the boxers. Logan glanced at the boy, assessing his state. The t-shirt made it about halfway to his knees, hanging slightly off the boy's shoulder.

"That's fine." He told the kid. "Then don't wear em."

Remy flushed a little, but nodded. "Okay." He replied, but made no effort to move.

Logan chuckled, strolling leisurely to the boy. He took Remy's hand gently, pulling the boy with him to the bed. "Come on." He murmured. "I ain't gonna bite." yet… he thought to himself, and Remy obliged, allowing himself to be led.

Logan pulled back the covers, sliding over to give the kid room.

Remy climbed into the bed next to the man and was immediately overwhelmed by that scent he had grown to love so well. He smiled, sighing happily as he cuddled up next to the bigger man.

"You're the friendly sort, ain't ya?" Logan grinned, wrapping an arm around the kid.

Remy chuckled. "You warm." He told the man.

"Oh, is that all." He rolled his eyes, then hooked his hands under the kid's arms, pulling him up a bit higher. He took Remy's chin in his hand again, kissing him slowly, softly, allowing the kid all the time in the world to warm up to him. It felt good to be kissing him, but it also felt so temporary. He was afraid to miss out on a single moment, not knowing if he'd be given the chance again, come morning.

Remy sighed contentedly, sliding one hand down the older man's muscular chest. He felt himself shiver as his thumb came into contact with a nipple, and he wondered if it was his own response, or Logan's. He was so submerged in emotion that he wasn't sure if he had ever re-erected his shields or not.

Logan slid his hand down to cover the boys, rubbing his thumb lightly over the Cajun's delicate fingers, marveling at how very different they were from a woman's. They were soft, but stronger than a woman's, just like his mouth. It was odd to feel the coarseness of another man's skin against his own, and the hardness of his muscles, more angles than curves. It was odd, but delicious, and it fired his passion in a way he was sure he had never felt before.

"Boss?" Remy asked, and his voice was nervous.

"Shhh…" Logan silenced him, pulling the boy down to rest on his muscular chest. "Let's go to sleep." He felt the boy relax then, and smiled. It was nice to share a bed with someone who wasn't expecting to get paid.

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Remy felt himself waking up before he was truly awake and he tried to coerce himself back into sleep. Sadly, his body did not want to listen and he gradually allowed his eyes to open. Logan was still beside him, or rather, beneath him, as Remy had spent the night sleeping on the older man's chest. Logan was apparently still asleep, and Remy was glad for it because he didn't know how to act once the man awoke. He wasn't sure what their relationship had become, if anything. He knew he wanted it to be something, but they really barely knew anything about each other. He bit his lower lip in concentration, studying the object of his affection.

Slowly, Logan realized he was being watched and cracked an eyelid, catching sight of the boy. "Somethin' wrong?" he mumbled sleepily.

Remy hesitated. "Mah favorite color's purple. Ah like fish, not steak. Sometimes ah get scayed o' de dark."

Logan was fully awake now, and he propped himself up on his elbows to better examine the younger man. "Yah?" he asked.

"Deese ah tings a want you to know…" Remy said quietly, casting his eyes down.

Logan took the boy's chin in his hand, bringing the boy's eyes back up to his own. "Let me find em out on my own." He murmured in reply, drawing the boy to him, kissing his softly.

Remy felt his heart flutter. When the kiss broke, he smiled softly. "Boss," he began.

"Call me Logan." The older man appealed, brushing a stray lock of cinnamon hair from the boy's eyes.

"Logan…" Remy's smile broadened.

"Mmm, I like the sound of that." Logan replied, now running his fingers through the man's hair and down the back of his neck.

"Bar gonna open soon…" Remy commented offhandedly.

"Nope." Logan replied. "I'm callin' in sick."

Remy's eyes widened in shock. "Can you do dat?" he asked.

"It's my bar. I can do what I want."

The boy paused, then smiled playfully. "Boss, ah tink ah come down wit a cold. Suppose ah betta call in sick too, non?"

Logan laughed, tapping the kid's nose. "Suppose so." He replied. "How ya feel about a late breakfast?"

"Late?" Remy asked. "How late?"

Logan glanced to the clock, 11:00. "Three o'clock." He replied.

Remy smiled. "Sound divine."

-scene-

Warren chuckled to himself, glancing at his watch. He had a feeling the bar wouldn't be opening that day. Well, that was alright, but he certainly expected all the juicy details.

-scene-

"Hn-nn. Don' wan it." Remy replied for the umpteenth time, flipping through the morning's newspaper listlessly, looking for pictures.

"Geez, you sure are picky the morning after a good sleep!" Logan accused, still searching through the fridge for something the kid would eat for breakfast.

"Mmm, had such a good taste dis mo'nin, don't want to spoil it." He replied with a wink.

Logan grinned. "Y'no, ya could always have second helpings fer desert, if yer a good boy an' eat yer breakfast." He replied.

Remy smiled. "Fine. Ah'll have toast."

"No," Logan shook his head. "Not just toast. It's either gonna be pancakes or biscuits and gravy. Ya hardly eat an' I don't want ya getting' any skinnier."

Remy rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at his lips. "Oui Mama." He teased. "whateva you tink best."

Logan was tempted to pinch him, but he decided against it. Pinching would definitely lead to something more this morning and he really wanted the kid to eat first.

The two spent the day just basking in each other's presence in a way that neither had ever done before. Remy sprawled across Logan's lap on the sofa while the older man watched television, Logan all the while playing idly with his russet locks. They traded stories and memories over tea, hot co-coa for Remy, Logan was noticing that the kid had one hell of a sweet tooth, and later, Logan let Remy sit on the bike while he adjusted the tension in the breaks. When evening finally rolled around, Logan couldn't remember a time he'd been more relaxed. All of the previous month's tension just washed away with the boy's beautiful smile or a soft kiss.

Logan was learning many things about his boy. Important things, like the fact that the boy's bottom lip was deliciously full and pouty, and that he had two dimples in his lower back that only showed when his shirt crept up just right, like it did when he sprawled across the sofa with a feline grace. He was realizing that the kid's accent was full and rich and had more roots than just the New Orleans drawl he'd first picked up on. He was noticing that the kid was mischievous and playful, and seemed so much more naïve than he could possibly be. Remy liked gaudy jewelry, and he liked Logan's t-shirts. He liked hot baths, and he adored napping. He loved to be pampered, and he hated to be teased, and would pout most piteously, which is why Logan did it so often. He was impressed by Logan's Chevy, but utterly aroused by his bike, and that was a note that Logan decided to file away for future reference. In one day, one day of truly listening and watching, Logan felt that he knew more about the boy than anyone ever had and it made him proud. And he wanted to keep learning more.

"Mmm… let's take a bath." He murmured into the boy's ear.

Remy stiffened, but didn't pull out of the man's lap. "L-Logan?" he stammered.

"I don't want ta be away from you." Logan explained, nuzzling his neck.

Remy trusted the man, but he was still shy to be so utterly exposed. He thought on it a moment before deciding that if one didn't start taking risks, one had little chance of gain. "Okay…" he agreed quietly.

Logan lead the boy up the stairs to the bathroom, holding his hand the entire way. Once in the sanctity of the room, neither spoke. Logan plugged the large, porcelain tub and checked the water temperature as it started to fill, then turned back to face the boy.

Remy was standing, his back pressed against the door, examining the tiles at his feet shyly.

Logan smiled. It was interesting to watch the kid. He was as modest as a schoolgirl, and Logan found that fact amusing. He strolled cautiously to the boy, putting a hand on the side of his face and leaning in. He captured the boy's mouth in a kiss, sliding his tongue past those delicate lips into the bliss beyond.

Remy sighed softly, his eyes closing as the man pulled away, trailing kisses along the boy's jaw, up to his ear.

"D'you want me to help you?" he asked quietly.

Remy stiffened, a bit nervously but gave one, curt nod.

Logan chuckled, sliding a hand under the hem of the boy's shirt, trailing it up his abdomen and chest before gently lifting it over his head, tossing it aside. He braced his palm in the middle of the boy's back, kissing his chest ardently, flicking his tongue out against the boy's nipple.

Remy gasped and felt his cheeks flush a sudden red, but he did not tell the man to stop.

Logan popped the button of the boy's jeans open, drawing the zipper down slowly, torturously before sliding his hand down the back, cupping Remy's firm backside.

Remy squirmed slightly, hoping the man would notice his discomfort, and he did. Logan removed his hand, drawing up to kiss the kid again before pulling away.

"I'll take mine off first." He offered, sliding his hands to the front of his own jeans.

Remy let his eyes follow the man's hands, though he knew it would only make him blush more, but at this point, he couldn't look away.

Logan drew his jeans down, tossing them aside, leaving nothing but a pair of black, silk boxers between his manhood and Remy's line of sight.

"I'm gonna take 'em off." Logan told him. "You okay with that?"
Remy nodded, but closed his eyes, and Logan couldn't help but smile.

"I'll get into the water." He offered. "That way you won't have to look."

Remy nodded, growing more embarrassed by the minute as he tried to dig his fingers into the wood of the door behind him.

Logan slipped off his boxers, sliding into the water. It was warm and comforting and he sighed deeply. "Gonna join me?" he asked.

Remy opened one eye, noticing that the man had kept his promise. "…Close ya' eyes firs." He ordered.

Logan raised an eyebrow but obliged. "Alright." He agreed. "If ya want me to."

Remy waited to make sure the man was going to do as he was told before he slipped his jeans down, pushing them aside. He carefully approached the tub, noticing that he really couldn't see anything beneath the soapy surface of the layer. Bubbles. He smiled. He liked that. He slid into the water carefully, facing Logan. "Okay." He finally replied, and Logan opened his eyes.

He smiled at the kid, and then laughed. He couldn't help it. The boy was so cute, pressed up against his end of the tub, a deep blush coloring his cheeks, his red on black eyes staring distrustfully at the older man.

"Come 'ere." Logan told him, gesturing for the boy to join him on his end of the tub. "I ain't gonna hurt ya, alright?"

Remy hesitated, but finally obliged, sliding into Logan's arms. He stiffened a little as he felt the man's nakedness against his backside, but eventually relaxed as Logan drew his wet fingers lightly through the boy's hair.

Remy sighed, laying back against Logan's chest, both the water and the presence of the other man soothing him. It wasn't so bad, he decided. It wasn't so bad at all.