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 //'Ow do you measure de wort' of a man?// Gambit sat on the roof. This was his silent spot where he could be alone. Where he could think. And Dieu did he have a lot to think about. Rogue had left him to die, she had taken off and he had almost frozen to death, but he had expected that. After being inside of his head, his past,  who wouldn't run fast and far?

 //An' now Bobby returns af'er ‘is papa's death. He de last one I haven' seen. How will he judge me?//

 For a long time now Gambit had been falling for Bobby. He had been through with Rogue since Joseph appeared on the scene, all that had kept him chasing after her was his pride. But Bobby. . . //Ever since dat night at de ‘ospital, when ‘e decided ‘e was leavin' us. . . leavin' me. He looked so lost. Like an angel who couldn' find his way back to Heaven. Sure we neve' really got along very well, but ‘e neve' hated me before either. What will he t'ink of me now?//     "‘Course ‘e ‘as a lot on ‘is mind non? Who say he be t'inking bought any t'ing but ‘is life?"

 "Who?"

 Gambit almost fell of the roof and Ororo marveled at how he even stumbled gracefully.
"Stormy! I didn't see you."

 "Obviously. So who is it?"

 "Hm?"

 She sat down beside him with a soft smile, "Who has you out here. I know you only come
here when you are upset over something."

 "Not'in' chere. Ol' Gambit jus' gettin' de night air."

 "That I do not believe."

 "Wha'? I can' enjoy a nice night?"

 "Not without company."

 "Ah. You know me too well stormy."

 "I will not remind you not to call me that since you are obviously upset."

 Gambit just smiled and turned back to staring at the coming darkness. He couldn't hide
the hurt from Stormy, never could, but he could hide who he was hurting for. No matter how
noble the Xmen were, he was an outcast amongst them, they still didn't trust him completely.
Rogue they were ok with because he couldn't ‘do' anything. And in a way she was an outcast
too. But Bobby. . . he doubted any of the team would let a bad news thief like him anywhere near
their snowman now that they knew all of his sins.

 //What is der ta know? All I know is he's comin' home, an' he's already hurtin'. No
tellin' what de tol' him. No tellin' what he'll believe. An' what do I say to him once I find him?
‘Ello I was de reason yo' bes' friend lost ‘is wings? Sinister is ma father? Don' hate me? Na.
You're lossin' your touch.//

 "Remy."

 "Hm."

 "You know that you can talk to me don't you? You know that I'm here for you."

 "Yeah. Yeah cherie, I know."

 "But you still won't tell me why you're hurting."

 "You ‘till wit me cherie. Even after all I done. why?"

 "You have proven your worth time and time again. I love you like a brother Remy, that
won't change because of something you did long ago, no matter how vile."

 "T'anks Stormy."

 "And even knowing that you will not tell me what is hurting you."

 "Sorry Stormy. But dis t'ing. . . non."

 "I understand." The women prepared to leave but stopped herself, "do not stay up here
too long my friend. Come be a part of the group again, they will learn to see beyond your past."

 "Sure de will Stormy." Remy stared back out into the fading sun light, "Sure de will."
 
 

 "Home again Home again jiggity jig." Bobby sing songed to no one as he pulled into the
driveway of the mansion. He was weary in body, mind, and soul. All he wanted to do was sleep,
but he couldn't. He was too tired to sleep. A lot of things were weighing on his mind. His fathers
death was only one. Beyond that there was his rejoining the X-men and the fact that he was still not using his powers to the fullest like he should be.  Another worry, he was coming to terms with himself and what his father would have thought, had he been alive to find out about it.

 //Daddy's little faggot. He would have never forgiven me.//  Iceman had known that he was gay for a long time. He had dated girl after girl trying to make himself forget his feelings, forget what his heart was screaming. His father never really forgave him for being a mutant, what would he have said about this? His son the faggot? The mutie faggot? It would just add to the list of insults people could throw at him.

 He glanced at the clock. There was still dinner to get through. But until then. .  As if on
cue his junker ‘Ol' Trusty' sputtered and died.

 "Well that solves that." He groaned. After hauling his bag upstairs and changing into
some cutoffs and an old rag of a t-shirt, he got to work under the hood.
 
 

 When Gambit walked out of the mansion the first sight that greeted him was a firm, round ass sticking up from the hood of the junker that could only belong to one person. Bobby was home.

 After taking a moment to enjoy the view, Gambit smiled and sauntered to the side of the
hood. "Bonjeur mon ami. Car trouble?"

 ‘When it comes to this car that's all I have." He laughed and straightened only to hit his
head on the hood. "Ouch!"

 "Are you o. . ."

 He stepped back and slipped in a puddle of oil then landed on his butt.

 ". . .k?"

 Bobby looked up through sandy bangs, laughter written all over his face and dancing in
his eyes. He made a shooting motion with his fingers at his car, "Pkew! You're dead."

 "Dat bad eh?"

 The boy stood up and parted his horribly long bangs. When he saw the Cajun grin he
squinted, "What?"

 "You ‘ave motor oil on you' nose."

 "Huh?" Bobby crossed his eyes to see and Gambit snickered.

 "I could maybe ‘elp a bit?"

 Bobby smiled and nodded, "you're always working on your Harley, so you probably
know a lot more about mechanics than I do."

 He shrugged and bent over to help the Xman up, "So ‘ave you ah. . . talked to Rogue or
the other's lately?"

 Ice Man nodded and lowered his eyes, "I know what you did."

 "Oh." Remy's eyes fell with his heart, another lost trust another lost chance.

 "I figure you paid for it though, I mean you've been with us through everything else
right? And holding that inside musta killed ya so all in all it's over."

 Hope sprang into his eyes, "Really?"

 Bobby nodded and dug deeper into the car, "Mm, anyway, Even if you hadn't I think
what Rogue did was really uncalled for, leaving you like that."

 "I asked her to."

 "Yeah but she still shouldn't have listened. You weren't exactly lucid at the time." Bobby
jumped back and jerked his hand from the hood.

 "You ok?" Remy asked, holding the bleeding palm.

 Bobby felt his heart accelerate. "I. . . it's just a small cut."
 
 

 Without even thinking about his actions The thief touched his lips to the bloody flesh and
suckled at it gently.

 Bobby felt shivers dance over his skin and he gasped at the intimate contact. "Ah. . .
Gambit you. . ."

 At Bobbies uncertain voice the Cajun pulled back, "Sorry, It helps de cut, I didn' t'ink."

 "No, no problem."

 "So le's ‘ave a look here, Oui?"

 "Yeah."

 Storm found the pair of them still at it when she called them in to dinner, "Remy, Bobby,
it is time to eat."

 Two faces completely black with oil and grease looked up at her, "huh?"

 "Would you prefer to eat outside tonight?"

 "Oui Stormy, if you would be so kind." Gambit grinned, "I t'ink maybe da prof don' wan
us at de table dis way."

 "I believe you are correct. I'll bring your plates out."

 "Merci Ororo."

 "Yeah." Bobby grinned, "Thanks."

 "Hank would gladly let you eat outside all of the time Bobby, if it would stop you from
freezing his food and drink."

 "Awe, take away a guys fun why don't cha." He snickered.

 As Storm left, Gambit opened the wrong valve and oil shot out all over Bobby.

 "Why you. . .!" Bobby pile drived the thief, and coated him also in oil.

 The two of them rolled around in the dirt laughing and smearing each other with oil and grease and other motor related fluids until Storm came out of the mansion with their food. Once she had gone they sat on the roof of the junker and ate. The only clean places on either body were eyes and mouth.

 "You' gotten much ‘tronger mon ami."

 Bobby shrugged and swallowed, "I've been working out a lot. You know? YMCA."

 "You can ‘ang out wit' all de boys." Gambit chuckled.

 "Well I had to work off all of the tension somehow and we don't have a danger room in
the suburbs."

 Bobby stopped talking and Gambit stopped eating to stare at him, "What is it?"

 "I was just watching the stars." He smiled and a soft chuckle issued forth from his throat.
"The night sky always feels so magical. Guess that's kinda silly seeing as we've been up there in
space and seen some of those stars up close. . ."

 "Non. S'not silly."

 Bobby smiled and turned to his new found companion, "thank you."

 "For what?"

 "For helping me fix up ol' trusty, for not judging, for not looking at me like I'm made of glass. I guess, thanks for being a friend."

 "Den I t'ank you too."

 "What for?"

 "Fo' lettin' me fix ol' trusty wit' you, for not judging, fo' not treating me like some side show freak. Fo' coming home again right when I needed a friend."

 "Careful Cajun, you're starting to sound sincere." Bobby quipped.

 "Oh no! Sincere?! Hurry somebody call to nut ‘ouse, Remy LeBleu was jus called sincere!"

 Bobby laughed and Remy chuckled too. They ate and talked and smiled more than either of them could ever remember really smiling.

 "So ‘ave you foun' a new belle?"

 Bobby lowered his eyes to study his lap, suddenly silent, "No, I don't. . . I mean. . ."

 Gambit placed a calming hand on his shoulder, "Oui?"

 "I don't . . . I don't like. . . girls."

 The thief's heart leapt, "No?"

 "I. . . I'm G. . . G. . . the G word."

 Gambit almost fell off the car laughing.

 "Hey! I'm pouring my heart out here!" Bobby pouted.

 "‘m sorry, me too."

 "Huh?"

 "I'm the. . ." He snickered, ". . .G word too."

 Bobby tried to hold in his laughter and failed, "It does sound kinda childish."

 "jus' a little." He grinned. "So. . . you ‘ave a boyfriend?"

 Bobby blushed, "I'm not actually a practicing G. . . gay. There I said it! I just don't like women. I. . . lately I've been noticing men a lot more."

 The Cajun studied Bobby's face, "So you aren't really sure yet."

 "N. . . no I guess not." Bobby looked up at him carefully, "How about you? Have you ever. . . you know."

 "A couple of times mon ami. De were not'ing special."

 "Hey, wait. What about Rogue?"

 "So I'm more Bi. But ‘tween us it's over."

 "So what now?"

 "Well der is dis man. . . but ‘e gone t'rough a lot an' I don' t'ink now is de time to approach ‘im."

 "Do I know him?"

 "Oui, you know him very well."

 "Is he an Xman?"

 "Oui."

 "Scott?!"

 "NON!"

 Bobby started laughing and Gambit set their plates aside and pounced on him, tickling the laughing boy until he had tears running down his face, "Ok! Ok! I give up! I give up!"

 "Hn." The thief grinned and pulled back.

 "So, what's the verdict on ‘ol' trusty'?"

 Gambit smiled and made the same shooting motion Bobby had made earlier.

 "That bad huh?"

 "Non, I t'ink we can fix it, but it'll take some doin'. Up to it frosty?"

 "Wadda you think Gumbo?"

 They went back to their food with renewed vigor and after, climbed up to the mens wing
completely exhausted.

 Bobby stopped at Gambit's door and wove a crystalline flower out of ice. "Here." He
handed it to him, blushing bright red, and gave him a quick peek on the cheek before running down the hall.

 The Cajun watched until Bobby disappeared into his room and then held the flower up to
his chest. A warm feeling blossoming there against the cold.

 //Bobby. What is ‘t ‘bout dat ice cube?//
 
 

 When Bobby woke up the next day, a tiger lily lay beside him on his pillow with a
scrawled note that said simply, ‘call me Remy'. He showered and dressed then as an after
thought, tucked the precious flower behind his ear as he walked down to breakfast.

 Remy was leaning up against the banister when he reached the bottom. He smiled when
he saw Bobby wearing his flower, and suddenly Bobby felt very embarrassed. They walked into
the dinning room together and all conversation stopped which clearly told them that they had
been talking about Gambit.

 Hank cleared his throat, "Bobby, that is an ah. . . interesting floral addition, what is the
occasion?"

 He shrugged and dug into the eggs Jean placed in front of him. "Found it on my pillow,
seemed a shame to waste it."

 "It would seem our Bobby has a secret admirer."

 Bobby blushed and they all laughed. The tension was gone.

 The minuet Remy sat down Rogue scooted closer. She had been trying to make him talk
to her again for months. She'd finally decided that she wanted him back. Bobby felt ice encase
his hopes. He was developing a crush on the Cajun, but the ice mutant knew he was no
competition for Rogue.

 Much to Bobby's surprise and delight Remy scooted his chair closer to Bobby's in order
to get away from her and began to eat. When red and black eyes turned to him, Bobby blushed
and turned away, he had been busted! //Man! Now what do I say? Something? Nothing? Nothing
is good, I'll let him bring it up if he wants to.//

 Gambit was cruelly left out of the conversation. No one would talk to him except Bobby
and Ororo. Finally fed up, Bobby froze all of their food and stood up, abruptly dragging Remy
with him, "Come on you done?"

 "Uhnn. . . oui, I s'pose. . ." The door cut the answer short.

 Scott picked at his frozen eggs and looked beseechingly at Hank.

 "Don't look at me."

 Marrow picked her egg-sicle up and rapped the table with it. "He do this often?"

 Kitty tipped her glass upside down and watched her drink slide out a solid cube, "Looked
like he was ticked off ta me."

 "He's protectin' the Cajun." Logan pointed out.

 "Why would Bobby protect that traitor?!" Warren growled.

 "Why do you think Wings. No one else was doing anything about it."

 "But he's not one of us anymore."

 "So is Charles not one of us anymore?" Ororo asked calmly using lightning to reheat her
plate.

 "That is different!"

 "Why is that so different? Because Charles did not take your wings? Because he is our
mentor. Gambit was my mentor and my friend and he is again. Ancient grudges do not have a
place with the X-men."

 Warren stood and slammed his chair into the table, "Well neither does he."
 
 
 
 

 It took a week to get ‘ol' trusty' up and running again and by the time they were finished,
Bobby and Remy were good friends. Maybe even closer than friends.

 "Hey Remy, I think we're done." Bobby said from under the car. He slid out and Gambit
smiled. "What?"

 "You ‘ave oil on your cheek." He said fondly and tried to wipe it away, only succeeding
in smudging it even more than before. Neither noticed however, because Remy didn't pull his
hand back and Bobby leaned softly into the soft palm. They knelt there for some time, staring into each other's eyes, unwilling to let the moment go until. . .

 "I do not think you can remove grease with grease. Might I suggest terpentine baths for
you both?"

 "Hank!" Bobby jumped and Remy stood, a frown gracing his lean face.

 "I request your presence in the lab Bobby as such unique talents as yours are deftly
needed."

 "In other words you're cooler's busted again and you need ice."

 "Why how thoughtful of you to offer."

 The boy chuckled and rolled his eyes, "Lead the way oh beast."

 "I'll start de taping, to paint de car non?"

 "Great!" Bobby nodded, "I'll be right back."
 
 

 The red eyes glowed as Remy LeBleu folded his arms across his chest and stared out into
the distance, willing an answer to come to him. He knew that he loved the ladies, Rogue was
proof of that. But then again, he had never -really- loved anyone. Sure he said it. After a night
together the cheries always wanted to hear how you loved them, but he never meant it. At times
he imagined that he was too far gone for love. Love was something he couldn't grasp after all of
the lies.

 //What is dis eh? De ragin' Cajun turn roman'ic?// He began taping the surfaces of the car
that they didn't want painted as he covered the mirror, he imagined that he could see Bobby in
it's glassy surface. //Marde why does he haunt me?!// For days now, weeks, Bobby's face had
taunted him in his dreams. Silently Mocking him. Time would tell if they would be together.
Bobby knew his heart.

 "Dat ‘s wha' I'm ‘fraid of."
 
 

 Henry pulled Bobby aside when they reached his lab, "Bobby I need to talk to you."

 "Your cooler's fine isn't it."

 "Yes, I am sorry for the deception but I needed to speak to you alone."

 "Away from Remy."

 "Again Yes."

 "Ok, well you got me, what is it?"

 "What exactly is between you two?"

 "We're buds, why?"

 "I worry about you Bobby, we all do."

 "I'm a grown man Hank, despite all ideas to the contrary."

 Beast sighed and put his arm around his friend's shoulder, "I know Bobby and we have
no right to monitor your relations but are you aware of Gambit's past crimes?"

 "Yes, and that's exactly what they are. Past."

 "I do not mean to offend."

 "No worries ok Hank, let's just forget that this conversation even happened."

 "Be careful Bobby. I don't want to see you hurt."

 "Hey, this is me we're talking about. The Bobster, ice cube, the. . ."

 "Snow blower?"

 "That was cold." Bobby laughed and went back up to Gambit, Beast watched him with a
soft look in his eyes. "Even ice can be cracked."
 
 

 "So de boy in blue get de ice?"

 "Hm? Oh yeah."

 "You ok mon ami?"

 "Yeah, fine."

 "Uhuh, what did de furball say?"

 "Wha?"

 "You're upset, What did he say?"

 "Nothin'."

 Remy knew something was wrong but he could tell Bobby didn't want to talk about it. "What colors did you pick for de car?"
 

 "Ice blue."

 "O' course."
 
 

 They finished an hour before dinner time. When Jean saw the two of them she smiled
brightly and asked, "Did any of it get to the car?"

 "Ha ha." Bobby dead-panned.

 Her smile softened, "I saw it. You really fixed it up."

 Bobby grinned and latched on to Gambit's arm playfully, "I Couldn't have done it
without Remy."

 The smile slipped slightly and Bobby blushed and released the Cajun's arm. "Clean up
before dinner ok?"

 "‘k." The ice boy grinned and flashed a thumbs up.

 When they got to the mens shower room, Bobby blushed again, even brighter, Gambit
noticed this with a grin, "You never taken showers wit' anoder man?"

 "Uh. . . no. I usually shower late so no one's here. . . I . . ."

 "You shy?"

 "Well. . . Yeah, so?"

 Gambit smiled and peeled his paint covered shirt off, tossing it into a trash bin. When
Bobby just stood there he ripped Bobby's shirt down the middle and tossed it into the trash also,
"You don' need ta be shy mon ami." His eyes slowly followed the hard planes of his teammate's
chest. "You ‘ave a perfect body."

 "I. . ."

 "‘as no one ever tol' you tha'?"

 "No."

 "‘at's a crime." Gambit slowly lowered his lips to Bobby's collarbone and began lapping
at it, nipping gently over the slightly tanned skin. "A body dis perfect sho' be worshiped."

 "Mmm, yeah?"

 "Yeah."

 Bobby felt his blood start to burn and he swayed unsteadily on his feet. "R. . . remy?"

 "You like dat cher?"

 "Mmm."

 "Oh yeah, you like dis a lot."

 "Remy I. . ."

 "You still like men don' you Bobby?"

 He nodded blankly. Falling under the soft spell Remy was weaving.

 "You like me?"

 "Yes." he arched into Remy's touch.

 "I'm not using my charm Bobby, I wan' you to wan' me fo' me."

 "I do."

 "I wan' you too."

 "W. . . we need to shower."

 "Mhmm."

 "Remy we. . . ah. . . oh God I can't think when you're doing that!"

 "Den don' t'ink."

 Bobby pushed him back and shook his head, "Remy we need to take a shower."

 Gambit shrugged and stripped his pants from his legs, Bobby gasped and stared, He
wasn't wearing anything under them! Gambit was standing, completely nude in front of him.
Waiting. . . //for me?//

 Shyly, Bobby slipped out of his pants. Gambit's chuckle made him blush. //damn, I
forgot.//

 "Superman underwear?" The caijin grinned.

 Bobby blushed even more.

 "If you arn' careful you end up matching it cher."

 "Cher?"

 "Don' worry. Only one E. For de male."

 "Oh."

 Gambit leaned up against him, sliding the underwear down and tossing it aside, "de water
is running."

 "Ah?"

 He grinned and led the dazed Xman underneath the warm spray.
 
 

 Bobby couldn't think, couldn't move, he could do nothing but feel. His eyes slid shut as
Remy massaged shampoo into his hair, gently working the lather over his shoulders and up and
down his arms.

 "You would look beautiful with long hair mon cher."

 His mind wouldn't let him think past what Remy was saying and doing, so he answered
only with a soft, "Aa?"

 "Aa." The battle roughed hands worked soap all over Bobby's body and the boy shivered
as they ran over his legs and inner thighs, so close to that soft patch. "I miss a spot non?"
 

 He nodded breathlessly.

 "You wan' me to wash dis place too?"

 Again he could only nod.

 Remy slipped his hands over the patch of curls, soaping and massaging over the skin as
he closed in on the things that made Bobby a man. When he soaped them, Bobby almost
collapsed against the other mutant. He felt like his legs couldn't hold him up anymore.

 "Hmm. Still no clean enough mon cher. May I?"

 Bobby knew what Remy was asking permission for. He looked down at his friend,
kneeling with his delicious mouth so close to that throbbing need, "Y. . .yes." He whispered,
clutching the thief's long hair and pulling him closer.

 Remy licked his way along the other boy's shaft. Smiling when he shivered. He nibbled
along it's rigid length gently and then stopped at the head. Bobby bucked convulsively when the
Cajun's tongue slipped over the opening there, licking the pre-cum from him.

 "Remy. . ." Bobby groaned, "Remy please!"

 "Shh Cher. It will happen."

 He was almost in tears with his need, "Remy!"

 Taking Bobby fully into his hot mouth he suckled at him and pumped himself until with a
harsh cry both of them came. Remy swallowed all of the hot fluid and gave a few last sucks to
make sure he got it all.

 The boy slid to the floor, leaning against the wall, the shower still flowing over them both
as Remy kneeled between his legs and lay his head on his stomach. Bobby felt like in that
moment the world was right. Like all of his life was just a prelude to this meeting and all that
would come later would revolve around it. "Remy I. . ."

 "Shh. S'ok Cher. Jus' let me hol' you fo' now."

 Bobby closed his eyes and bent down to rest his head on Remy's. "Ok."

 Ten minutes later they stood silently and Remy washed quickly before they wrapped their
towels around themselves and went to their rooms to get dressed for dinner.
 
 

 "So, Bobby," Hank smiled at his friend who had been unusually silent, "What are you
going to do with yourself now that your car is restored to near newness?"

 "Hm?"

 Jean tried next, "Bobby what is wrong? You seem distant."

 "Nothing wrong." He got a funny smile on his face, "‘s all right."

 Warren grinned, "Sounds to me like our little Bobby's found himself a girl. Maybe it's that secret admirer of his."

 Bobby blushed and Hank and Warren both chuckled. Remy had thought the secret admirer idea was a good one and had taken to leaving little gifts around the mansion for Bobby to find. Just that morning when Scott had come to drag him out of bed he had found the room completely covered in wild flowers of every shape and size. Those little acts of affection always made Bobby feel very special and very loved.

 "Ah, Bobby my friend, with the right one life feels so complete. Is this one forever?"

 "I. . . I don't know." Bobby said softly, suddenly finding his plate fascinating.

 Gambit turned his eyes to the boy along with the rest of them.

 "What do you mean?" Warren asked.

 "I don't know how . . . the one I found feels about me." He looked like he might cry.

 A leg latched around his under the table and Bobby looked at Remy out of the corner of
his eyes.

 "I' sure dat dey care Ice." He grinned and Bobby felt his heart sore.

 "Really think so?"

 "Oui." Gambit squeezed the boy's leg with his own, "De prob'ly t'ink you de bes' ting
dat ever ‘appened to dem."

 "He's right." Jean smiled, "How could anyone think different?"

 "Maybe I should ask." Bobby said softly.

 Gambit nodded, "Maybe t'night non?"

 Bobby blushed at the silent invitation, "Maybe."
 
 

 After dinner, Bobby crept into Remy's room. The Cajun was laying on his bed napping.
He closed the door softly and stood for a while, just watching.

 "You gonna stan' der all night mon cher? O' you gonna come ova hea."

 He blushed and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed. Gambit smiled and he blushed
even deeper. "I. . . you can tell me to leave if you want."

 Gambit shook his head and sat up, pulling Bobby into his arms. "When you say dat a'
dinner, dat you don' know if de one you love feel de same, I wan ta tell you. I would neva lie to
you cher. When Remy LeBleu love a man, it for life. De ladies de be fun but none touch de heart
of dis Cajun."

 "W. . . Why not?" Bobby asked softly.

 "‘cause mon cher, none o' dem were you."

 Tears trailed silently over Bobby's cheeks and he breathed a ragged breath. "I think. . .
Remy. . . I think I might maybe be in love with you."

 "Den we bot' be in love mon cher."

 "I. . . oh." Bobby turned away and stood up, "I'm sorry. I hope you'll be happy together."

 "Bobby."

 "Huh?" He tried to hie the tears in his eyes.

 "Bobby, i's you cher. You de one I want."

 "Me?"

 "Oui. Do you tink I take wha' we did light? Jus cause we bot' men? I never tell a man ‘I
love you wit' out meaning it. Being gay be hard enough wit'out all de games."

 "You mean it?"

 "From de bottom o' my Cajun heart."

 "Say it."

 "You firs'."

 "No."

 "Non?"

 "You first."

 "It might jus go lef' unsaid den."

 "Can you prove it without words?"

 Gambit grinned, "Words neve' ben me ‘trong pion'."

 An hour (and three strong points of evidence toward Gambit's feelings) later, Both boys
lay in each other's arms, floating in a blissful afterglow. "I love you." Remy whispered softly,
"Never ‘fore and never ‘gain do I love someone like dis."

 Iceman nodded and curled up into his lover's side, "Me too." He breathed.

 "You t'ink we should tell de team?"

 "Not yet." Bobby's voice was soft and low and Gambit smiled. He had found a new

favorite sound. He loved Bobby's pillow voice.

 "‘k. We jus' be daytime friend an' night time lovers non?"

 "Just for a while."

 "‘s ok wit me."

 "How did we get here?"

 "Hm?"

 "We weren't even considered friends before and last week we started fixing the car and
hanging around each other, and then we're. . ."

 "In love."

 "Yeah."

 "Bobby I t'ink we love each other a long time. We jus' don' want'a see it. Den when we
get to be friends, we fin' what we feel all a long."

 "Sounds like a fairy tale." Bobby sighed, snuggling closer.

 Remy wrapped to boy in his arms and smiled, "Now we live happily ever after non?"

 "Ever and ever."
 
 

~End?~

^_^ Rai