| HOW TO NOT FIX A WATER HEATER Author: Rick Rating: PG-17 Warning: None Summary: It might be first in a series, I don't know. X-Men and characters therein belong to Marvel Comics, Stan Lee and 20th Century Fox. Copyrighted and reserved. This is for entertainment use only. No harm intended, under penalty of law. Logan had been wandering around the toolshed for over an hour. Most of the team had been called away on universal business, while the Professor was visiting his long time friend, Moira McTaggert, in Scotland. Logan remained at the mansion to fix up a few "leaks" and "mechanical problems" the others seemed to pose on him. Faded blue jeans and a white muscle shirt had been deemed his work clothes for the day, and was rapidly becoming too hot. Worn boots thumped almost musically across the back porch with heavy weight. Removing his white cowboy hat and turning the knob to the kitchen door, he opened it and listened. It was quiet, indoors. The television was still on, and the Cajun was so far still awake enough to talk, so he continued. Staying behind also, was Remy LeBeau, the "handy thief" of the bunch. Remy had been getting over a very mysterious form of the flu. It had been affecting his kinetic powers in such a way that if he had sneezed it would cause any object in his skin's reach to explode. He seemed to have been getting better but, just in case it happened again, the group took no chances. The lanky, arrogant and somewhat bemused Acadian had lounged on a bed of fluffy pillows in front of the television all day. A faded and holey pair of gray sweatpants and a white, over-sized sweatshirt with big bold letters on the front that read "IF FOUND LOST, PLEASE DELIVER TO NEAREST BED" was all he had been comfortable wearing. His hair shagged past his broad shoulders and dangled like shredded silk as he rolled from his back to his left side. Eyes dull and half open stared empty at the Travel Channel's "Mardi Gras Special", each blink had either brought him closer to sleep or sneezing fits. Logan sat down on the sofa and silently watched the young man lay there, in front of the television. He cleared his throat as the man rolled over to face him. The soft flowing curve of the Cajun's left hip took him off his focus. Sultry red eyes with black puffy canvas stared at him, awaitingly. "Uh..." was all he could begin to say. Playing with the brim of the hat so that he could get a better bearing, Logan refocused and tried again. "Some'in wrong, Logan?" The Acadian asked. His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls, and sounded that way too. An eyebrow raised as the young man now sat up and stared at him as if Logan had just been shot in the chest. "No- nothin's wrong, kid. Uh... the water heater... is on the fritz. Problem is, we're both gonna need showers and the heater is showin we have about five minutes total for hot water." "Merde." The Cajun cursed, softly. He lay back down and rested his back on a fluffy white pillow. Staring up at the ceiling, he wasn't expecting to see Logan hovering above him and lifting him to his feet. "Stop. Stop. Non!" Remy now stood on his own and shoved Logan away as he nearly fell face first into the carpeting. "Don' mind takin col' shower. You go first, non?" Logan shook his head and stepped closer to the unsteady Cajun. "Nope. Cold water isn't good for cold. I know you can't handle the cold, and I want to see you clean. Either you move it, or I'll carry you." Pointing to the hallway. Remy huffed and staggered his way into the hallway and up the stairs. He stopped at the top and followed Logan into his room, then bathroom. The door sat on the far right, as the bathtub/shower was on the left. Walking through the door and straight into the counter, he edged his way to sit between the sink and the intended closeness of the shower. A shelf full of white towels and washclothes hung above him. He sat down on the toiletlid and waited.Remy eyed the tub and noted how small it was compared to how big he hoped it would be. Drowsily, he began lifting his shirt up, over his chest and head before placing the discarded shirt on the countertop. Logan had been turning on the water and adjusting it to a low warmth so that the heat would last, Remy grumbled and shifted at his back. When Logan turned around to check on the Cajun, he found the boy half asleep and already naked. The boy's clothes had been piled onto the corner of the black counter. He smiled as the young man fought to stay awake. "C'mon and let's get'cha into the tub." He fought back a smirk and lifted Remy off of the lid. With a wiry arm around his broad shoulders, he helped the Cajun to lean against the wall and closed the peach curtain to separate them while he undressed. He removed his clothes and tossed them into a corner by the door before climbing in with Remy. Logan was surprised to find that Remy had been standing on his own and letting the water run over him. He studied the slicked auburn hair before moving to the boy's slim but firm build. The tan had almost disappeared but, it had been visible enough to accent the Acadian's muscles. A firm backside, small and curving topped long and wiry legs, again hinting at subtle muscles. Logan had been observing his showermate so intensely that he hadn't realized the young man turned around. "Err, you want to help me, or not?" Still stuffy-sounding but, he had asked pointblankly. He had turned only halfway so that his front had remained more into the water, while he could still look behind at Logan. The room was lit just enough but, dark enough to be more of a soft glow. Remy turned back around and waited. Blinking at the sound of French undertones, Logan nodded and turned to reach for the green bottle of shampoo. Pouring a small, clear puddle into the palm of his hand, he replaced the bottle on the ledge behind him and rubbed his hands together. Reaching up to lather the wet, auburn silk, his ears perked at a soft moan from the hair's owner. Logan smiled and worked the soap through the hair before telling Remy to rinse while he turned around to pour the conditioner. Again, a small puddle in the palm of his hand and rubbing his palms together before working the cool white lotion through the rich almost cherrywood red hair. Remy moaned again at the touches. He hadn't meant to have be that audible but, what was the point of trying to hide them from Logan's sensitive ears? He closed his eyes and leaned back into the older, more muscle-hardened man. His mouth opened slightly, and his breathing became more broken. Logan's hands felt good. The muscled chest on against his back seemed to press against him, or hadn't he realized that he was so close to the other man. As he untangled his hands from the tresses, Logan curled his fingers around the wiry forearms and pushed Remy back under the cooling water. He felt the boy jump as the water hit him but, regained control as he rinsed his hair. Watching the sleak actions had become somewhat of an addiction. The soap was next. The body was harder to wash than the hair. Logan cleared his throat. "There's a washcloth on the rack. Yer closer than I am." Pointing in the direction of the toilet and shelf, on the other side of the curtain. Remy moved the curtain and reached a square cloth from the nearest corner of the shelf. Pulling back in, he shuttered at how cold the other part of the room had gotten. Not bothering to even turn around, Remy handed the cloth back, over his right shoulder. "Here." His nose had begun to clear and he sounded less congested than before. "Soap, too." The bottle of soap had a hook on one end, and hung from the showerhead. A clear bottle with purple gel was handed back, over the same shoulder. Logan knew the man was sick however, he was starting to believe there was a fever starting. Shrugging it off, he casually reached around to wet the cloth before pouring a puddle of the purple gel into the middle of it. Moving Remy's hair aside, he started at the shoulderblades and worked his way down. Down each arm and around the fingers before moving back up to the shoulders and down the narrow back. He stopped at the small of Remy's back and hesitated. Clearing his throat, nervously, he wondered how the Cajun could stand there so straight and calm as another man soaped up his body. Remy half-turned at the pause. "Too awkward, Logan?" Scoffing at the comment, Logan answered him by turning the Cajun back around to face the showerhead, and continued soaping the sleak body in front of him. Getting past the curved and tight backside, Logan knelt down while soaping up the long, slender, well-muscled legs. He stood again and coughed, nervously. "Turn around. Or, do you want to do the front?" He barked, handing the sudsed cloth over the man's left shoulder. "Non. I'll do it. Merci." Remy grabbed the cloth and started soaping his well-toned chest, inching his way down. A silent gasp escaped him as he reached the part of his body he had kept hidden since Logan had climbed in behind him. He had scrubbed his chest frantically, but slowed to a near stop as he reached his groin. He had hoped Logan hadn't noticed the gasp but, knowing Logan, he noticed. "What's the matter?" The voice startled Remy. Logan sniffed as Remy bowed his head and groaned. He smiled and reached past Remy to adjust the water flow so that it ran fully over Remy's body, washing the soap away. He placed his hands on shaking arms and turned the young man around. "No need to hide it, kid. I've known." Hearing that, Remy lessened his shaking and started to move past Logan to lean against the wall behind him. He jumped as his back pressed against the cold tile. He didn't bother looking up from the floor of the tub but, waited as Logan washed off. Not speaking, either, Remy only coughed and sniffled. Logan had taken his cloth and rinsed it off before handing it back to him. The softness of the material felt good and warm against his face as he washed. His nose had begun to run, and he quickly wiped it before Logan could see. Logan turned the handle and shut off the water. He turned around to face Remy, who was again half-asleep. He smiled and moved the curtain aside to reach a towel for the shivering Cajun. Unfolding it and patting Remy dry, he lifted Remy off of the wall and continued drying. Kneeling and moving the towel aside, he glanced up. Eyelids with dark and long eyelashes were closed and a mouth was open and quietly panting. He turned his attention back to the object in front of him. "Hmm." He moaned under his breath. Starting at the base, his tongue nipped and poked as it slid up the side of the shaft and poked at the slit. A slick fluid glazed the rim on the slit and began to run over and down the side with each continuing lick. Another gasp and moan came from above him. He smirked and continued his tickling and licks as his own hands braced themselves on the wall behind the young man. Fingers entwined themselves in his wet hair, tightening with each tease. Licking the top, his mouth enveloped the full length. It was his turn to moan in pleasure. The hands in his hair tightened as the Cajun gasped and thudded back against the tiles. He smirked and sucked just a bit harder, letting the dull head hit the back of his throat. A louder gasp and a gentle tug upwards, stopped him for a moment. He started back and listened closely to the Cajun babble spilling mindlessly from the soft mouth above. A name. A name that wasn't his as the thick fluid warmed his throat and stomach, stopped him. Removing the slowly diminishing erection from his mouth, he stood up and met eyes with the other man. His right tumb on the soft blushing left cheek of Remy amde him think about what he was doing. Holding the towel close to him, Remy moved the curtain aside and stepped out to finish drying himself. "Thanks, Logan." A whisper and then gathering of clothes as the aurburn hair and dark eyes left the room. Logan bit his right cheek and thought. Starting the water again, he thought about his next move. What else needed his attention? How else could he work it in to get his point across to the person he had wanted. Logan stood under hot water for a full ten minutes before it came to him. The End.... or a series of How To's? |