A Little Tenderness part 4
     
      Author: vangiekitty 



A little Tenderness part 4
 
 
Remy sighed and relaxed under Logan’s gentle touch.  This was what he wanted, 
what he had needed for so long.  The older man was tenderly caressing away all 
his fears and anxieties with large, warm hands.  
Logan continued to explore his mouth with hot, passionate kisses as well.  Remy 
relished the feel of Logan’s probing tongue opening and invading his mouth.  He 
felt powerless to affect the situation but, somehow, he liked it.  Often in the 
past, he had lain under another man, being savagely raped and abused, unable to 
help himself in any way.  
At such times, he had merely gone limp and tried to submit, to allow himself to 
be penetrated so that the man raping him would finish quickly and hopefully 
leave him alone.  He remembered only too well the fierce thrusting above him and 
inside him and the slow, hot tears that had coursed down his cheeks to pool in 
the hollow of his throat.  
The way Logan was touching him, dominating him, was a little like that, and yet 
completely different.  For when had someone stroked him so softly or kissed so 
tenderly?  When had the invasion and plunder of his body ever been so gently and 
lovingly done? And when had the man above him whispered such comforting 
endearments into his ear even as he had his way with the young man? 
//Never,// thought Remy, gasping as callused fingertips teased his tender 
nipples to flaring arousal. //Never been taken so sof’ and gentle.  Logan… he 
must care ‘bout me. He’s takin’ de time t’ be sure I’m enjoyin’ m’self.  He 
ain’t jus’ takin’ what he wants like all de others b’fore.//
 
It was true that Logan was taking his time with the young man, for several 
reasons.  First and foremost, he wanted to make sure that Remy felt pleasure and 
arousal before he went any further.  And secondly, it was all new territory to 
him and he was feeling his way bit by bit, like a man trying to find his way in 
a dark room.  
Remy had been hurt and raped in the past and he wanted their love-making to be 
nothing but sweet and gentle tonight. He carefully held his own passion in 
check, not wanting to frighten the lanky Cajun who lay beneath him.
“God, Remy, ya taste so sweet,.” he whispered roughly against the long, slender 
neck as he licked and sucked a sensuous trail of kisses down the younger man’s 
throat.  Remy could not help crying out softly as Logan’s mouth left his neck to 
trail slowly down to the small pink disks on his chest which were hard with 
desire.  The tongue scraped against him, rough as a cat’s, eliciting further 
moans of pleasure from the young Cajun as he arched his back, mutely begging for 
more.  
Suddenly Logan’s large, warm hand trailed down his flat stomach and came to rest 
at the top of his jeans, cupping his warm belly.  It was the moment of truth. 
Would Logan, a confirmed heterosexual really go so far? Remy held his breath, 
almost afraid to hope.
Logan’s hand remained in place for an instant but not because he was having 
doubts; he wanted the Cajun perhaps more than any partner he had ever been with 
but he was waiting to be sure that Remy wanted to continue. 
Ultimately, the choice had to be his, not Logan’s or it would be no more than a 
rape like all the others Remy had suffered through.  So Logan waited for an 
instant and whispered roughly into the young man’s ear, “Remy, ya sure this is 
what ya want, kid? I don’t wanna hurt ya. I won’t go on ‘less you say so. Ok?”  
His heart pounded loudly in his ears as he waited for the young man’s reply.
Again, Remy didn’t answer in words.  Instead, he reached down and placed Logan’s 
large hand over the hardness pressing against the thin fabric of his worn jeans. 
 He arched his back, rubbing against the hand like a cat, mutely begging the 
older, stronger man to continue taking him and never stop.