PAST HERE THERE BE MANSMUT. YE HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Logan finds himself in the arms of his friend and lover.
He said he loves me...Meant it, too...he wants me, even inna middle o'these crapsack circumstances. An' fuck help me...I want 'im back, just as bad.
Logan sinks to his knees in front of Remy, letting the charm power wash over him like a healing balm. His hands go to the waist of Remy's uniform pants, and slide them down, shaking slightly as he does so. He lifts Remy's cock out of his cushion of auburn pubic hair, and takes the head of it into his mouth, tongue swirling around the tip as his lips slide over its length.