The boys belong to Marvel, the song belongs to Todd Snider, the amusement of putting them together belongs to me.
The song popped up on my iPod a couple weeks ago and it just screamed Logan/barely legal Remy to me, so, this is the result. Enjoy!
Logan didn’t particularly like summer, so he wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing there in that particular bar, just inside of the Louisiana border, on that particular night, near the end of August and still the dog days of summer. All he knew was that it had seemed like a good place to stop for an hour, maybe two.
The fact that he’d been there nearly four hours was purely coincidental, as was the reason behind his extended stay. It was the kid hustling pool in the corner, and though he’d never admit it, Logan was actually enjoying watching him.
The kid was good, cocky, but good, and Logan had catalogued details within the first few minutes of watching, he was lean and had a natural, loose-limbed grace, his hair was shaggy, overgrown, too short to tie back and just long enough that it kept falling across his eyes, though he seemed to be using that as a tactical advantage, keeping his eyes hooded, shuttered.
Remy knew he was being watched, he’d caught on to that within the first ten or fifteen minutes, his ingrained sense of paranoia working just as well as it ever did. He just nodded faintly whenever anyone else alerted him of it, and soon enough he had to go buy another drink, practically pouring himself into a lean against the bar not too far from Logan who was now actively not watching him.
“You waitin’ t’play, mon ami?” was the lazy drawl that rattled Logan out of his thoughts, “Nope.” He said after a moment, getting over the initial startle and then, making his usual sort of split-second decision he added, “Just watching. You’re good.” Remy just smiled, “Won’ know how good ‘less you play a round.” Logan did have to agree with that, shrugging, “Why so interested?”
The younger man’s laugh was warm, almost a purr and it caused Logan’s pulse to kick up, just a little. “Haven’ seen you ‘round b’fore, figure you’ll be more’ve a challenge’n de usual bunch’ve drunks.” There was something about the tone that just set Logan all the more on edge, something he couldn’t place, as if what the man said and what he was actually walking about were two completely different things.
Logan finished the beer in his hand, “You’re on. Got a name kid?” “Remy.” He said, finally turning to face the other man fully. Now Logan saw the reason for the hair in the eyes. Remy’s eyes were red on black and actually a little jarring, enough so that he almost didn’t process the question that followed Remy’s answer, “How ‘bout you?”
“Logan.” He answered, unfolding from his seat to follow the younger man. “Well den Logan,” Remy said with another one of those smiles, “D’you want t’rack, or d’you want t’break?” There was that tone again, as if he meant something completely unrelated to what he was saying.
“Break.” Logan said, he’d been watching long enough to know that anyone who let the Cajun break might as well have just given him the money and saved themselves the embarrassment.
The first game bled into a second, and a third, and that was about when they both stopped trying to hustle the other and started playing in earnest, and it was somewhere in the middle of round five that a fight broke out, one that neither of them was involved in. At least at first, they shared a glance and a half-manic grin and Remy practically leapt away from the table, bringing the cue still in his hand around in a sweeping arc, cracking someone in the jaw with it, and hard.
It was maybe ten minutes later that they both tumbled, still grinning, out into the still, muggy night. Logan stretched, shoulder and knuckles cracking, a jagged gash along one arm already healing, “You alright kid?”
Remy nodded, giving himself a quick mental once-over, nursing a split lip and what was going to be a swollen jaw come morning, “Oui. Nothin’ broken mon ami.” He arched a brow at his newfound companion’s already healed injuries, “Bet dat comes in handy.” Logan scoffed, “I saw you in there with the explosives, not bad yourself.”
Remy’s next question caught him off-guard, “You have someplace t’stay t’night?” In fact, the question surprised him enough that he answered before he could filter it, “No, not really, was just passing through.” Remy nodded once, “I’ve got a place.” Logan surprised himself by agreeing to come along.
It was a short ride, Logan had roared through the neighborhood earlier, on his way to the bar. They wheeled their bikes around the back and under an awning before Remy popped the deadbolt on the back door, almost as fast as if he’d had a key. Logan’s response was an amused huff, and the comment: “You’re just full of surprises.” Remy could have said something in reply, but he would have lost the element of surprise if he had, catching a handful of Logan’s shirt instead, shoving the other man back against the door, pressing a hungry kiss to his mouth, almost purring again.
Logan’s first instinct was to push Remy off, but somewhere between catching hold of his shoulders and actually pushing, some part of his mind either short circuited and blew out, or finally got enough power to flick on, and he found himself responding to the kiss, almost growling, the sound catching for a moment as one of Remy’s lean, powerful thighs settled between his own and pressing snug against his growing arousal.
Logan didn’t know if he’d realized that this was going to happen all along, or if it was just the end of summer heat and the slowly ebbing rush of adrenaline. He decided though, when Remy tugged at his lower lip, that it didn’t matter one way or the other, it was happening and he was going to enjoy it.
One hand slid up, fisting in the younger man’s shaggy hair, holding tight, rewarded with an irritated, not quite pained yowl, Remy’s hips rolling forward insistently, wanting some pressure against his own arousal. Logan’s grin was altogether too toothy, almost dangerous as his other hand dropped from Remy’s shoulder, cupping the younger man firmly, his voice more of a growl than anything, “You really want to do this right here?”
Remy groaned, hips rolling again, finally managing words, “Non, not here.” As much fun as riled-up wallsex was, it wasn’t what he was after at the moment. No, right now he wanted to be had, hard enough and long enough that he’d still feel it in the morning, if it wasn’t still going on by then. He practically dragged the other man away from the door then, already dark eyes shadowed with pure undiluted lust. Logan decided that he liked that expression, there was still something about the kid that put him on edge, but right at the moment there were other, more pressing matters at hand.
The master bed was little more than a glorified hotel queen size, in fact, that was exactly what it had started out as, the currently-empty safehouse had been a Bed & Breakfast a good decade previously.
Remy peeled out of his shirt as he crossed the room, and for a moment Logan wondered where his jacket had gone, but this momentary curiosity was overpowered by a sudden urge to gnaw at the younger man’s shoulder. He decided to save that for later, since the mechanics weren’t quite workable just then. Remy twisted, sprawling himself across the bed, one arm flopping above his head, the other sliding down his stomach, brow arching up at the other man, “Comin’?” Logan smirked, the expression somehow predatory, “Soon.”
Remy’s smile spread, the almost-purr returning as his hand slid lower, keeping his gaze locked with the other man’s, enjoying watching need bubble up in Logan’s eyes. Logan growled in response to the purr, shedding his own shirt easily enough, stooping to unlace his boots, stepping out of them before very nearly prowling up along the other man, capturing a hungry kiss as soon as he could reach.
Remy’s hand slid from the flat of his own stomach up to the other man’s denim-clad thigh, wondering if it were possible to drive Logan mad just by touch. Judging by the deeper growl, he could, and easily. This discovery just made him all the more smug, fingers working nimbly at the other man’s belt as he deepened the kiss with a growl of his own.
It wasn’t long before they had to separate to breathe and Remy flopped back again, flushed and panting. The ferocity of the kiss had reopened his split lip, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Logan fixated on it however, leaning close once more and lapping at the berry bright smear, nipping and tugging at the spot when it stopped bleeding freely.
A moan spooled free from the Cajun’s throat at the teeth, hands sliding down Logan’s back and into his now-open pants, peeling the garment away and helping himself to a generous handful of ass at the same time.
Logan was rapidly losing the ability for coherent thought, but there was one last question to be asked, detaching himself reluctantly from the other man’s lip to do so: “How do you want this kid?” There was a still moment while Remy tried to make his brain work in the sudden absence of stimulation. Finally he gave a wordless, needy, moan, twisting himself out from under the other man, somehow wriggling fluidly out of his pants at the same time and dragging a pillow down to prop himself up on. He rested his cheek on his hand as he turned to look, entirely coyly, over his shoulder at Logan, brow arching in question.
Logan grinned, predatory once more, growl dipping to a slightly lower register as one hand slid along the arch of Remy’s spine, the fingers of his other hand resting against the younger man’s lower lip, “Suck.”
Remy looked smug again as he drew Logan’s fingers into his mouth, tongue curling against them, movements almost serpentine. Logan almost regretted not having the kid suck him off, but only almost, not enough to actually change tactics. It wasn’t long before he tugged his fingers free with a wet pop that sent a shiver down his spine.
He didn’t dawdle with preparing the other man, and growled again when the roll of Remy’s hips and the breathless little noises told him that the Cajun was ready. He finished kicking free of his own pants then, slicking himself over with a handful of spit. If it was good enough for Remy it was good enough for him.
He was almost purring as he rolled forward against the younger man finally, taking his time with the first thrust. Remy’s almost-pained mewl melted into an entirely pleasured moan within the span of a few seconds as the slow, smooth slide continued. He moaned again at the final grind of Logan’s hips, proving to them both that he couldn’t go any further.
Logan dragged a hand up Remy’s spine as he withdrew, watching the play of muscles in the other’s back and already starting to shake slightly from the control it took not to just slam into the man beneath him. This control snapped however when Remy rolled against him, one slow undulation, a shaky, wordless plea fluttering past his lips, those dark eyes half-closed and utterly unfocused.
Logan’s hips ground forward more sharply, eliciting another one of those almost feline yowls, it wasn’t really that Logan wanted to cause him pain, it was just that he wanted to claim the younger man and wanted to leave marks to prove it.
One hand braced against the mattress beside Remy’s head, the other curled against his hip for a moment before sliding inward, starting to stroke him more or less in time with his gradually speeding thrusts. It was only a few moments of this before Remy was actively rolling against the movement, making a variety of half-feral noises that just spurred Logan on.
Remy arched back like a cat, fingers curling and uncurling in the blanket beneath them, trying to voice just how close he was and failing utterly, only managing another string of almost keening noises. Logan grinned, hips jolting forward again, leaning in to latch onto Remy’s shoulder, teeth sinking against skin, not hard enough to break, not yet at least. His hips rolled forward again and again, very nearly jackrabbiting against the younger man, fingers tightening for a moment.
All in all it was enough to wring Remy’s climax from him, the shudder that rolled up his spine almost wrenching his shoulder out of Logan’s grasp, which really only succeeded in finally puncturing skin, though at the moment he really didn’t care, fingers curling tighter in the blanket, shuddering beneath Logan as his orgasm continued to break over him.
The movement, the sound, the coppery tang of the other’s blood was all too much for Logan in turn, grunting as his hips rolled forward once, twice and a third time, keeping himself buried in the younger man as his own climax rolled down his spine, shuddering for a moment, growl dipping to an almost inaudible level, twisting sideways as he collapsed, arm snug around Remy’s waist, dragging his now spent form over as well.
Logan licked lazily at Remy’s shoulder, just until it stopped bleeding, pressing one last kiss to the marred skin. It would heal fine, it was just swollen and ragged at the moment. He grumbled faintly, rolling over onto his back, one arm across his eyes, “S’it alright if I stay here?” For once he didn’t feel any pressing need to run away from everything, content enough, and sated.
Remy just murmured something that sounded affirmative enough, rolling over onto his stomach, head resting on folded arms, drifting slowly off to sleep, he’d worry about the mess in the morning, right now he didn’t really care, for much the same reasons that Logan was staying.
Out All Night Todd Snider I don’t ever wanna go back home again I don’t ever wanna let this summer end You and me we got a lot in common We keep thinking there’s a place to go You ask me I say we oughta keep drivin’ Turn up the radio
Chorus Let’s stay out all night Again tonight Let’s stay out all night Again tonight
I don’t ever wanna have to go to work for my dad I guess that’s just about the only goal I ever had I got this feeling that my step mom hates me That gold digger’s got a worthless bone She stays drunk on rum and Pepsi She’ll never notice if I'm not home
We don’t have to Answer to Anyone that we don’t want to We can do anything we want
You and me, we got a lot in common We keep thinking there’s a place to go You ask me I say we oughta keep drivin’ Hey man Turn up the radio...