| A Chance Meeting Author: SisterWine Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Jake/Remy Warning: This is only a prequel to the major fic "Objects In The Rear View Mirror" Summary: In this part, Remy remembers how he met Jake and why he chose to go with him. Disclaimers: Logan, Jean-Luc and Remy belong to Marvel. Everyone else belongs to me. No money exchanged, no harm intended. Remy stared out the window of the limo, on the way back from a very long night in the 56th precinct's "Bed and Cross-bars" hotel. He seldom goofed when it came to pointing out the cops but, this time it was the other way around. He spent the night under belief that he was a drug dealer, when really he was there to meet a client for a night of extremely grand sex. His suit jacket lay beside him, in a rumpled mess, on the seat and the top two buttons of his shirt had been unbuttoned due to heat. His hair was down and he looked like he hadn't slept in a good month or so. The blue of the shirt and thin black tie posed stability on the outside but, Remy confessed to no one that he just wanted out. Pulling lightly on the already loose tie, Remy slipped it off completely and tossed it onto the jacket beside him. Bailing Remy out was almost a fiasco. Jake had lost his patience with the front desk and only tossed the money at the clerk and demanded that Remy be in front of him within the next 5 minutes. He sighed as they presented Remy in a slightly skittish state. Once inside the limo, he gave orders for Logan to drive them home while, he stared at the young man next to him, for most of the way. Raising a hand to stroke Remy's auburn tresses, he sighed again in exhaustion and empathised with Remy on the long nightmare. He watched Remy's expression as the young man stared out the window, and wondered what he was thinking. "So far off, my love." Turning his head to see who was talking to him, Remy blinked and focused on the older man. "Hm?" "I said, you're so far away from me. Anything wrong?" Stopping his motion on Remy's hair, he placed the hand on Remy's shoulder and waited. Remy shook his head and turned back to the window. "Just t'inkin." He closed his eyes as Jake's thumb began to massage his collarbone. The car came to a stop at a redlight and Remy's eye caught sight of a young man and woman holding hands on the corner as they waited for the "Walk" sign. He watched them carefully and noted the discreet love in their simple poses. They had been waiting for the light to cross to the other side, in the same direction as the limo and as the light changed, his eyes followed them. The jacket and tie beside him moved to the seat across as Jake slid over and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. His right hand reached up to entwine his fingers with Jake's left, and held it as he smiled briefly while soft lips kissed his right cheek. His eyes wandered the sidewalk parallel to the limo, as it went slow enough to weave between road construction cones. A young woman about 24 or so had been walking with an older couple, possibly her parents, and holding hands with the man. Remy was slightly envious of the woman and began thinking about his own parents. He wondered what her parents were like, and how they disciplined her when she misbehaved. Often wondering about differences in nearly everyone he saw, he had wondered only to himself and never divulged anything to Jake. A kiss on his neck, below his right ear, tickled him out of his stare. He flinched as the tickle continued. Turning his head and smiling at the older man, he leaned over and kissed the soft lips while sensing the questions in Jake's mind. "Remy..... Remy.... come back to me, lover." Jake whispered in his ear and then smiled as the Cajun turned his head and stared at him. "I know there are planets to explore out there but, do it in a spaceship, please. What's the matter?" "S' not'ing. Just t'inkin 'bout how we got from Nawlins to here." Confesing and feeling slight aggitation in the older man, Remy looked back to the window. Jake turned away from Remy as well, and sighed. "That was quite a few years ago. Why think of that horrible experience, now?" "Not all dat horrible." He retorted. "Met you, di'n' I?" Remy turned again to stare at Jake. He winked as he caught the man's eye and kissed his cheek. "Anyway, s' momma's bir'day soon, jus' wonderin' if--" "If the waters are safe, again?" Jake finished. He sighed and reached his freehand up to stroke Remy's right cheek with his thumb. "Some parents aren't so quick to forgive this sin, Remy. Your father knew the he was losing his only son to a man, and instead of sticking up for you, your mother went along with it. Those aren't parents, my love. That is abandonment, plain and simple." Remy sighed. ------------------------------ During dinner, Remy sat and stared at his food. He could feel several pairs of eyes on him as well as feel their questions in their minds. His fork had twirled his mashed potatoes at least a dozen times, and he had more sips of red wine than he had bites. Looking across the table to catch Jake's eye, as well as Logan's, who sat at the island in the kitchen, he sighed and pushed away from the table. "Gonna go lie down. Don' feel well." Pushing his chair in as he left, he headed up to Jake's room and sat down on the bed. With his elbows on his knees and face in hands, he stared through his fingers at the phone. Clearing his throat and sitting up, he reached for the phone with his left hand as the right rubbed nervously on his right thigh. Hesitating before pushing the numbers that he had never forgotten, Remy let his mind recall the last words his father ever said to him as the limo pulled out of the drive. He shook his head and hung up. One long sigh and a few deep breaths and Remy picked up the phone and quickly dialed the numbers. It was ringing. "Hello?" "Hello, .....uh....Madame LeBeau...?" He squeaked, nervously. "Oui. Who's dis?" "I--" Remy cleared his throat, he had to go on. "Momma, c'est Remy. Your chile." There was a pause on the other end and Remy knew it wasn't good. "Sorry, I have no son named Remy." Before he could get a word out, she hung up. Her tone had been utter denial of his existance yet, a hint in her voice told him that she recognised him and wanted to talk to him. He sat there and listened to the dial tone, staring speechless at the floor in front of him. A hand gently took the receiver out of his hand and placed it on the cradle. He had only wanted to wish his mother a happy birthday, and she was not believing she had a son. "She don' know me. Dat was my momma but, she don' know me." Jake stood in front of Remy and knelt down to catch his eye. Nothing had come to his mind to say, nor any emotion to ease the situation. "Some people never get over the shock of this kind of betrayal. They believe what they want and refuse to expand and let their loved ones live their own lives, how they want. It takes time, love. More than just a few years but, a mother's love doesn't just end because her child has become who he is. She saw you were happy when we left, and if this is how she is reasoning with it...... with more time, she might come around and want you with her again. I doubt she wanted you to be miserable for the rest of your life. Don't you think?" He spoke calmly and kept his eyes on Remy's. Remy nodded but seemed to look straight through Jake as the words seeped in. "Di'n' your parents hate you?" After a moment of silence, Remy was able to speak. Jake smirked but answered with the same calmness in his voice. "Extremely. And, after a few years and several good fights, they came to realise that I wouldn't change how I feel comfortable. I didn't flaunt it in front of them, or force them to see my side. The shock had simply worn off, almost like stepping into a freezing pool on a hot day. It stings and numbs your toes but, as you move around, it gets warmer and more comfortable to be in." Reaching a hand up to wipe at a tear that slid down Remy's left cheek, his wrist was held and a kiss caressed his palm. The muddle of emotions seemed to dissipate in Remy's mind. His mother's voice was still fresh and clear in his ears but, it seemed to dim as the reason in Jake's words made sense. "T'ink she let Remy have a momma, 'gain?" The question made Jake sigh before answering as best he could. "She never lost you, Remy. They are just feeling that it is their fault, or they did something wrong in bringing you up. They chose their lives, now it's your turn to choose yours." Brushing a stray hair out of Remy's eyes, Jake leaned up and kissed him. "You okay?" He asked as he pulled back to stand up. Remy nodded. "Good. Now, why don't you go relax in a nice, hot bath and then come get ready for bed. I have a call to make and then I'm yours for the rest of the night." Jake stood up and took Remy's hand to pull him to his feet, drawing him into a deep, meaningful kiss. Remy moaned and wrapped his arms around Jake's shoulders, pressing his body against the older man. His tight black jeans had just enough material to hide his need but, hinted severely at his erection. Smiling and reaching up to unlatch Remy's fingers that had locked him into the grasp, Jake kissed the soft lips once more before whispering, "Later, love. I need to make this call before anything else, however tempting that may be." Remy sighed and let his gaze fall as he nodded in accord and headed off to the bath. The walk into the bathroom was only a few steps but seemed as if he were walking through a dark tunnel in search of answers for unasked questions. He grabbed a towel from the linen closet, to the left of the vanity, and made his way past the showerstal and toilet to the large, round jet powered tub. The tub came up to his waist and was a smooth black marble with white and silver swirls. Reaching over the tall side, to the right, Remy turned on the crystal knobs that controlled the hot and cold water, and tempered it to the way he liked it. Hot. A button to the jets lay flat on the left corner of the tub, next to the 3 tile steps leading up the basin. A soft bubbling sound filled the room as the jets bubbled and fizzed the water, making it hard to see the deep bottom. He sighed and removed his shoes from stepping on the back of his heels, kicking them off. Dipping his hand in and letting the bubbles tingle at his fingertips, Remy reached his free hand down to unbutton his jeans. Jake's firm body pressed against his back as his strong arms reached around to stop Remy from undressing. "I believe this is my job." His voice was warm against Remy's left ear. Kissing the side of Remy's neck, Jake unbuttoned the denim and pulled at the material, letting the small metal knicks unhinge themselves. His thumbs tucked themselves behind the waistband and caressed Remy's hips as he slowly pushed the denim down the thin thighs of his lover. He scrunched down to help Remy step out of the material and kiss a pale cheek of firm buttock. He smiled as Remy gasped in pleasure. "T'ought you had a phone call ta make.....?" Remy cooed. Kneeling to a more comfortable position, Jake smiled. "I did. I reserved two tickets for Maui. We leave on Thursday and come back in 3 weeks." Running the tip of his tongue along the crack and stopping as he reached Remy's slim tailbone, he placed his hands to either side of slim hips and lightly nipped his teeth at the same firm cheek he kissed. Remy moaned, this time with more need than could be worded. "Please, please." He whispered in such desire that had barely been audible for the other man to hear. Spreading his legs and gasping as thick fingers slid up from underneath to stroke his throbbing balls, he leaned on the side of the tub by his elbows and closed his eyes, laying his head back. Jake smiled and laughed softly as his index finger traced the crack up to his lips that rest just inches away from Remy's tailbone. Stopping his motion to place his hands on both cheeks and spread them, he licked at the soft and slightly pink inside skin. His breath caught with an audible gasp and his hands clutched the side of the tub. "J-Jake, de tub is full. Y' gonna be sorry when dis overflows before Remy." Jake stood up and reached around from behind Remy to turn the knobs off. "It's off. How about we go back to the bed, and clean up later..? The sight of your body is 'painful' to look at, if I'm not in it." Pressing his groin against Remy's naked backside, he rubbed to get his point across. Remy gasped and smiled at the hint, pressing himself backwards into the warm body. "Den de water's gonna be cold." "Let it get cold. Cooling off from hot sex with you, will make it heat up again in no time." Jake flashed a smile as Remy turned around to face him. His hands instantly went to trace the outline of Remy's torso. "Or, I could take you right here but, I want to see you come on my sheets and not the floor, like an aninal." Smirking, Remy leaned back and cooed. "You want Remy to come like an animal on yer sheets, no?" Jake only raised a quirky eyebrow at the young man. "I think I could watch that, too." Kissing Remy was only making him hotter. Kissing his neck, he whispered. "If you're not in my bed in 2 minutes, I'll be forced to take right here, right now." Remy smiled and gasped as Jake kissed and nipped at his collarbone before slapping a bare asscheek and moving for Remy to pass him. "Be dere wit' bells on, cher." He winked and hurried into the bedroom. Stroking himself through the material of his slacks, Jake turned to watch Remy leave the room before removing his clothing and leaving them in a pile on the floor while he followed Remy. He stopped at the vanity to grab a small vial of white powder and a square mirror with razor. Knowing Remy didn't do that stuff anymore, Jake did a few lines before joining his lover in the bedroom. When he was high enough, he left the mirror on the counter and turned the corner into his room. His eyes searched the darkened room for the young Cajun, and found him over at his dresser, staring at a silver framed picture of Jake's two children. "What are you doing, here, my love?" Laying his head on Remy's left shoulder and looking at the picture Remy held. He knew Remy was still thinking about his mother and the horrible night they left Louisiana. Replacing the picture down on the dresser, Remy shook his head and turned around to embrace Jake. "Just waiting, cher." Jake didn't waste any time in kissing Remy's neck, chest and dabbing his tongue into the small opening of Remy's bellybutton. "Mm, I want you so bad, Remy." Glancing up at Remy, he could tell the young man was feeling the effects of the drugs eventhough Remy was completely sobre. -------------------------- A nice slow rhythm was paced so that Remy could lay on his side and let Jake have the control he needed. Laying on his left side, Remy stared at the red digital numbers on the bedside clock and occasionally moaned as Jake hit a sensitive spot. Letting the kisses caress his shoulder as the slow motions continued, Remy let his mind wander, as it often did in the middle of sex. Closing his eyes from Jake's bedroom, he reopened them to be standing in the middle of his father's pepper plantation. Row upon row of fresh tilled soil lay in his aftermath, with more rows yet to work. It was a hot day, and getting hotter with each minute that passed, standing in the hot sun of mid-day. He hadn't been paying attention to the road, just beyond the wooden fence though, it was quickly becoming his priority as a car he had never seen before, on the road, came towards him. A long black stretch limo came to a stop in front of the fence, not 10 rows away from him. The right passenger window lowered and a man with black hair and dark sunglasses waved him over to the fence. The man looked in his mid to late 30s and smiled as Remy came closer to the fence. "Afternoon! I was wondering if you could help my sister and I out. We are looking for the nearest hotel for the night. Do you happen to know of any around here?" The man waited until Remy leaned against the wooden rails and nodded a hello to him. Remy was taken by the limo that he almost missed what the man had asked him. "Take dis road straight down, til you get to de highway. Den, turn right, and take Exit 220. Dat'll take you to 90 West, den to de 1. S' on 400 East First Street. In Thibodaux, dat's bout an hour from Nawlins." His attention was turned from the man in the window to the woman now standing up, through the sunroof of the car. He nodded a hello to her and she smiled and waved to him. He blushed and returned his gaze to the man. "Ya stayin here long, m'sieur?" "Ah, no. Actually, we're just passing through but we thought we'd stay the night and catch a flight back to New York in the morning." Remy's eyes lit up. He had always wanted to go to New York, or talk to someone from there, about it. "Ya from dere?" "Oh, I love his voice, Jakey!" The woman squealed giddily. Jake smiled removed a card from his jacket's left breast pocket. Holding it out for Remy to take, he answered. "Yes. My sister and I are here for a convention. Here's my card, if you care to call and talk about anything. I have an 800 number in case you worry about costs. My name is Jacob Collins, and this lovely lady is my sister, Rachel. And you are, my boy?" Remy crawled between the beams and walked closer to the car, taking the card from the man. "Remy, Remy LeBeau." He looked at the card before looking directly into Jake's eyes and thanking him. "Merci, cher, et madame." Nodding to the woman who had rejoined her brother at the window. Sliding the card into his back pocket, Remy smiled as he had finally made a friend who hadn't known about his father,.... yet. A breeze blew that ticked the hairs on the back of his neck which in turn, tickled him. Rubbing a hand to still the hairs, Remy heard a sound he wished he hadn't. The screendoor to the house slammed open and back shut as his father came barreling out with a double-barrel shotgun. Walking briskly towards where Remy was standing, the man started yelling for Remy to get away from the car and get back to work. Cocking the gun, he lifted it to point it at Jake, who was opening the door and getting out to greet Remy's father. Remy turned around and called out for the man to put down the gun so he could explain. "Non, poppa. Dey were just lookin' for de highway. Dey're from New York, poppa, so Remy was jus' talkin to dem." He said as the man stopped to the right of him. The gun hadn't been lowered but pointed at, and laid against Jake's chest. "I tol' ya to get back to work, boy." Glancing over his shoulder at Remy, his attention diverted back to Jake as the man had moved. "Stay 'way from my son, mon ami. De boy's too stupid to know anyt'in about city folk. I know how sneaky an' dirty dey are. Git!" For a pepper farmer, Jean-Luc LeBeau was dressed in gray suit pants and a pressed white shirt, as if he were getting ready for church on a Saturday. Polished shoes almost captured the scene in a reflection that Remy bowed his eyes to. "I can assure you, sir, the boy and I were only chatting about directions to the highway." Jake smiled and raised his hands to mock the gun at his chest. Remy only stood there and blushed, embarrassedly. He looked to the house where his mother stood on the front porch and watched her husband deal with the strangers. "Poppa please, was just talkin. Honest." He had been watching his mother but turned to see the barrel of the gun coming at him and smacking him across the left temple. He was knocked to the ground but stared up at his father in shock, his cheeks growing more red with embarrassment. "Git to de house, boy." Jean-Luc ground out between solid teeth. Picking himself up and glancing back to the strangers, he caught Jake's eye as the man winked at him. Remy hurried back to the house and told his mother what happened as she took a closer look at where his father had hit him with the gun. "Momma, we was jus' talkin an' den poppa..." "Shh shh. I know, cher. Get inside, Remy, I fix dat bump for ya." His mother's kind words were underlaid with his father's look at things. Swatting at his backside, she nudged him inside and away from the scene at the road. He sat at the kichen table and listened as the car pulled away and onto the street. A sigh escaped as his father's shoes stomped heavily on the porchboards. "I don' want my boy anywhere near dem city folk. Ya hear me, Remy?! I catch you wit' dem again, you gonna git it, boy! Ya hear?" Jean-Luc came into the kitchen and stood in front of Remy and grabbed his arms to shake him. "Oui, poppa. I hear you. But, we was just talkin bout de town and roads." Remy said, shakenly. Jean-Luc held onto Remy's arm with his left while reaching for his belt with a very big metal buckle with his right. "Til I say, you still my boy. Don' never go against me, boy!" Remy nodded as his mother pushed them apart and finished her nursing with a bag of ice for his head. That night, over dinner, Remy sat silent while listening to his father rant on and on about how crops were weakening and the market was beginning to go up in price. Remy ate his meal and waited patiently for his father to let him up from the table to wash his plate. His mind kept thinking about the long car that pulled up to talk only to him, and the two people from New York who had more or less fallen in love with him. He had wanted to climb into the car and go with them if it weren't for his father shoving him off to the house. He spent the rest of the night, lying in bed, thinking about nothing but Jacob and Rachel Collins. He wondered what his father had said to them as he left for the house. There wasn't any gunfire but, his father didn't need to pull the trigger to get his point across. Sitting up, Remy thought of the card in his backpocket. Climbing out of his feather bed, Remy padded over to the chair beside the door, where his clothing lie draped over the back. Standing there in his blue boxers, he rifled through the pockets of his faded and worn jeans until he came across the card and pulled it out. Flipping on the light, he stared at the writing and memorised the words letter for letter. ---------------------------- A few weeks later, a familiar limo pulled up along side Remy as he had been walking home from the market. The window lowered and the man inside called out to Remy. "Evening, my boy." He smiled and had the driver stop the car as Remy had stopped walking to look at who was talking to him. "Ya here on business, 'gain, monsieur?" Jake grinned at the question. "No, this time it's pleasure. May I give you a lift home?" He opened the door and slid over on the seat for Remy to accept. He had caught the same excitement in the car, from Remy, as the first time. "Please, it's hot outside, and I couldn't bare to see you walk home in this heat." Remy nodded and climbed into the car, sitting beside Jake. "Your sister's no here dis time, homme?" He closed the door and jumped at the small tug of the car as they moved forward. Jake smiled and gave a small laugh as Remy had remembered her. "She is at the hotel, making arrangements home. Ever been to New York, Remy?" Shaking his head and staring at the floor, Remy didn't say anything. It was a small movement but a bold one at that, Jake had slipped his hand into Remy's as they sat folded on Remy's lap. He smiled as Remy met his eyes in shock. "I bet you have several girls who would love to claim you, don't you?" Again, Remy shook his head. "Oh." Jake pretended to be shocked. "Then, you have a --" he paused as he wasn't sure how Remy would react. "boyfriend?" Remy only looked at him. "No." He answered calmly, still holding Jake's hand. "Poppa scare everyone away. Remy don't have any friends, m'sieur." "Tsk tsk tsk. Such a shame." Sounding sympathetic and squeezing Remy's hand lightly as the car came to a stop in front of the neighbour's house, just before Remy's. "Such a handsome boy like you should have beauties falling over you. No reason to be hidden away." His eyes roamed the soft lines and structure of Remy's face as he wondered what would happen if he stole a kiss. Turning to the older man, Remy smiled. "You have someone m'sieur?" "Ah, businessmen rarely have the luxury. But, I have an ex-wife and two children. They live only a few miles from me in Manhattan." Jake smiled at revealing a piece of himself to the young man. "No one in de future?" Jake winked playfully. "Are you asking?" Remy blushed. Leaning over and kissing a soft red cheek, Jake asked. "How old are you, Remy?" "18." The blush deepened. Another smile graced Jake's lips. "I could take you away from this, if you wish? Nothing will happen to you, if you don't want it to." He paused to see Remy almost in tears of relief that someone was willing to save him. "I'll let you think about it and call me when you decide." A kiss on the lips before the door opened and Remy stepped out. The door closed between them but the stare in their eyes was strong enough to possibly break glass. As the car started to move, Remy watched it and out of the corner of his eye, caught sight of his father coming down the gravel towards the car, with a shotgun firmly clutched in his hands. "Non, poppa." Remy started running to cut his father off from harming Jake. "Poppa!" He had made it halfway there when he was stopped in his tracks by a bullet landing just before his left foot. "I tol' you ta stay away from dem, Remy!" The car stopped and Jake stepped out in a hurry to see if Remy was alright. The sun was sinking lower and lower in the distance, making it hard for him to see but it looked as if the bullet had missed him. His attention was replaced on the older man who came towards him. "Do you intend on shooting at my feet, too. Or, do you only do that to your child?" The anger in him was controlled only by the look of fright on Remy's face. Jean-Luc came to a stop ten feet from him and growled. "Stay away from my boy, salaud!" "And why would that be, that you don't want your boy to have a friend?" Jake asked, daringly. "Remy! Git over here, boy!" Eyes never leaving the man, Jean-Luc waited for Remy to run to him before holding the gun in his left hand and a fist full of Remy's hair, just above his ponytail, in his right. "De boy's eyes are freak eyes. He don' deserve ta be wit' someone dat he might frighten." Holding Remy still as the boy struggled out of the grip, he pushed his son to the ground in front of Jake and told him to show Jake his eyes. Sprawling to the ground and looking back at his father, Remy begged for this not to happen. "Poppa, please don'--" "Show him!" Hurt and humiliation played unsubtly across Remy's face as he stood up and came closer to Jake, eyes glowing and lowered just enough to avoid contact. "Remy understan's if ya don' like him no more, m'sieur." A soft whisper as he waited for the gasp of horror that had followed everyone's reaction but, none came. "Beautiful eyes, my boy." Jake whispered. "Not everyone would be scared of his eyes. Even monsters deserve to be loved by someone who would see them for who they are inside." Glaring at Remy's father, as the man stepped forward and grabbed Remy by the arm to pull him back to the house. "Not my boy." Jake watched him curse and pull the boy roughly down the driveway, smacking him and pushing him ahead of him. He took a step foward as Jean-Luc pushed Remy down onto the steps of the front porch and smacked him across the face with the barrel of the shotgun. Fists clenched in anger at the scene and the fading sun was not helping in lighting the subject. The last straw had been watching Jean-Luc slam Remy into the wall and seeing Remy cover his face to avoid being hit in the face. Starting a run towards the house, Jake could faintly hear the shouts and cries coming from the porch. Remy held his arms up and started crying and flinching as the beating continued. He could feel his father holding his arms away as his back pressed against the siding. Avoiding his father's mean glare, Remy wished he was anywhere but there, at that moment. "Poppa, stop! Please! Remy's sorry!" "Why ya have ta bring a stranger inta dis? Huh?! Don' you learn, boy? Dey'll never let you be one of dem! Never! You just a stupid freak from de bayou. Listen to your poppa, Remy, dey don' care 'bout no freak like you!" Jean-Luc shoved Remy into the wall, repeatedly, while screaming at him. He could see out of the corner of his eye that Remy's mother now stood just outside of the screendoor and was begging him to stop it. Teeth grinding and hands held Remy's arms tighter until his knuckles turned the whitest they had ever been but, he didn't care. He only wanted to get his point across to the boy, once and for all. Jake ran up the steps and grabbed Jean-Luc by the back of the shirt, trying to pull him away from Remy. Stepping between them, Jake glared at the man, hearing Remy sob over his left shoulder. "The boy is old enough to find out for himself just what people think of him. He is only a freak if he thinks he is. He is a beautiful young man and deserves someone to love him." Pushing the man completely away from Remy, Jake stood there and dared the man to come closer. "And what de fuck do you want wit' him, huh? Take him back to your big city and have everybody laugh at my boy?" Anger became more than evident on his face. Knowing that Remy really hadn't wanted to stay on the plantation all his life, he sighed and waved his hand at the boy. Jake took a deep breath, still panting from running down the driveway. "I only wish to love him as he clearly isn't from you." Remy, his father and mother fell silent and stared at him. "You-- you love me, m'sieur?" A shocked tone escaped Remy's mouth. Laughing and turning away from Jake, Jean-Luc thought about the idea of his son, a lonely mutant boy, being loved by another man. An older man, who couldn't be more than a few years his junior. The laughter stopped as he turned back. "I don' want my boy fucking another man, m'sieur." Looking past Jake to Remy, he raised his voice for Remy to hear every syllable. "I catch you wit' him in your bed, Remy, I'll slit your t'roat and tan your hide, boy!" A smile as the fear in Remy's eyes told him the message was clear. "Then, he will just have to go with me, won't he?" Jake replied calmly. "An', you wan' him back, Remy?" He watched as Remy nodded. The smile dropped from Jean-Luc's face as it twisted into a livid snarl. "You wan' him?!" Grabbing Remy's left wrist and pulling him over to him, he tossed the boy back down the steps so that he landed on the dark gravel. "Den you take him. De boy has no home, here." Remy stood up and ran up the steps, trying to catch hold of his father and mother. "Poppa, please! Momma!" The screendoor slammed in his face before the front door followed, locking them out. He stopped and sighed and he stared at the floor in front of him. Jake's arms were around him and soft kisses on his cheeks, wiping the tears that streamed down away. ---------------------------- A loud gasp as Jake's pace grew more intense. He lay on his back, now, with his legs hanging over Jake's arms that were planted to either side of him. Hands holding Jake's hips while he moaned in pleasure of the kisses on his neck and the movement down below. He groaned as he could feel his orgasm building, again. "Unh! Jake-- please...." "Please what?" A rhythmed pant as Jake looked down at the other man. Remy groaned again and arched his back into Jake's stomach. "Deeper. Harder." His head lay on the pillow with his hair spread out like a halo of auburn dampened by the sweat of extacy. Jake watched how involved Remy had become in their play, and was all too thrilled to pleasure the younger man. His legs stretched behind him and with only his arms to hold him up, Jake was getting close to being tired and releasing a powerful orgasm as the intensity of Remy's moans were driving him on. He slid in and out of his with ease but, with enough friction to enjoy the play with Remy. "I love you, Remy." Jake panted a whisper and smiled as the boy smiled back. "I love you too, Jacob." ---------------------------- They sat in the dark limo, in silence. Remy was too shocked to say anything, think anything or feel anything but pain. Evicted from his home and family, riding back to town with a man who surprised him with a confession he had wanted anyone to say, Remy trembled. He stared out the window at the darkened sky with shiny stars and also a faint reflection of himself. Was he worth loving, or was Jake just saying that? A hand in his caused a jump and his head to turn to the other person in the space. "Are you alright, Remy?" Jake's soft voice was soothing to the visible trembles. Remy nodded. Sliding closer to the younger man, Jake put an arm about his shoulders and kissed his cheek. "I know how hard this seems, Remy. It will get easier as days go by, and in time, they might come to learn that you are a person who deserves much more than they could give you." He smiled as Remy lay his head on Jake's shoulder and sobbed quietly. Rubbing Remy's left arm, in a calm motion, he shushed and "hmmed" to the boy as he listened to the sobs. "Don' have no family, no more. No home. What's Remy gonna do, now? Don' know no one in New York. So many people ta laugh at Remy. Never been to de outside o' Nawlins." Remy sat up and wiped away the wetness. He couldn't bare to look at the man who was watching him like a bird on it's prey. Lowering his head and trying to silence his sobs, Remy listened to the movement from Jake. Jake removed his arm from Remy's shoulders and slid off of the seat to kneel on the floor, in front of him. "No one will laugh at you, my boy. That I promise." Leaning up and kissing Remy's wet lips, he eased his tongue against the boy's lips, asking entrance. It ended with a soft smacking sound as he met Remy's eyes again. "I meant what I said to your father, Remy. I want you. And I want you to be happy and loved. But, it has to be what you want." He paused to make sure Remy understood what he was saying. "I can be patient and loving, if you'll give me the chance. Okay?" Remy nodded. Another kiss that went deeper and longer than the first. Slippinh his hands up underneath of Remy's red T-shirt, he stopped as he reached a scratched and bruised ribcage. Stealing a look at the bare skin, Jake stopped the kiss to look closer and ask. "What was this from?" A dark bruise under Remy's right arm that had to be the size of a softball, with deep scratches that looked like they came from a pitchfork, stretching a good 6 inches. Remy didn't answer. Averting his eyes again, and feeling the anger swell up inside of Jake. He gasped as a gentle kiss on the bruise snapped him out of the trance he had been in. "Do you have anymore of these bruises?" A soft voice. Remy nodded. Lifting his shirt over his head and pulling it off, setting it beside him on the seat, Remy turned to the left so that Jake could see the boy's back marred with bruises and scratches from various times and objects. Jake was appalled. "What are these from?" "Ever'time Remy tried to make a friend." Jake sighed angrily. "Anymore, elsewhere?" Remy turned back around and nodded again. He hesitated as his hands played with the button on his blue jeans. "What has he done, Remy?" Jake's mind had been fearing the worst and he placed a hand over Remy's to still the trembles that rejoined the thin hands. "Has he..... defiled you?" He hoped Remy would say no, or at the least, it would be elsewhere on his body. "Non. Remy's a virgin. But, poppa make Remy fall from de shed roof an' got a bruise on his leg." Remy answered after a tense moment. A sigh of relief as Jake sat back on his heels. The sight of Remy's bare skin was doing something to Jake. "You have a very beautiful body, Remy. I could never dream of harming it, or have you suffer anymore bruises or scrapes over something as innocent as making a friend. I won't stand for it." Remy smiled and blushed at the compliment. "You really like Remy, cher?" Jake sat silent a moment and then leaned forward to kiss him again while slipping Remy's hand into his and guiding it down to his manhood. "Yes, I do. Very much." Staring into Remy's eyes, he tried his best to ease him into the situation but was willing to stop if Remy didn't approve. "Do you like me, Remy?" He smiled as Remy had started lightly massaging the hardness behind the material. "Oui." Another smile as he ran his fingertips up and down Remy's arms. "You are simply intoxicating, Remy LeBeau." Remy blinked and sat back. "You like men, m'sieur?" "Just you." He paused as Remy was lost in trying to understand what he meant. "Does that bother you?" "Uh. Non. Jus' uh-- never t'ought dat a man would be interested in Remy, s'all." He blushed. Jake smiled again. "I see." He thought about how to approach the situation. "Would you like to examine me, to make sure I'm telling the truth?" A cheshire grin appeared. He sat flat on the floor and waited for Remy to decide. Sure enough, Remy was curious enough to come to him. Slipping off of the seat and sitting on Jake's legs, he started by unbuttoning Jake's dress shirt and spreading it open to reveal a firm chest sprinkled with black fuzz. Lightly pushing him back to rest on his palms, Remy lowered his eyes to Jake's pants and the lump that was pressing against them. "May I, m'sieur?" He looked up again and bit his bottom lip as he waited for an answer. When Jake nodded, Remy carefully unbuttoned and unzipped the material before letting Jake lift his hips up to slide his pants and silk boxers off, erection bobbing excitedly in front. He gasped as he stared at the man's legnth and then jumped a bit as Jake reached up with his right hand to caress Remy's cheek. His eyes met Jake's and he swallowed the lump in his throat as his own hand rest on his own erection underneath his jeans. Remy subconsciously licked his lips as it had been a quirk of nerves only to be misinterpreted as something else. Lips against Remy's, Jake began to cautiously explore Remy's body. He felt Remy's hand on his legnth and casually slipped his own hand around it as if inviting the movement to progress. He gasped as Remy spastically tightened and then let go. "Desole. Remy's not used to dis." He whispered and lowered his head to hide the redness. "It's okay. We don't have to continue, if you don't feel appropriate." Guiding his chin up with a finger, Jake kissed him again only to have Remy surprise him and guide him to lie down. "Ya gonna let Remy do anyt'in, cher?" Remy smiled, playfully hoping Jake would agree. Jake smirked and nodded. "But first, ......" he paused and looked down at Remy's jeans. "may I see the rest of your body, my boy?" "Mais oui, m'sieur." Remy nodded and quickly unfastened his jeans and slid them off of his hips. He was stopped as he went to sit back down and gasped as Jake had taken the initiative and engulfed Remy's manhood, letting it go as far down his throat as it reached. Gasping louder, Remy started to smile and watch the older man pleasure him. "Mmm, Remy. Simply delicious." Getting Remy's orgasm was easier than he thought, considering the boy was a virgin and had no practice with either boy or girl. Licking his lips, he reclined back to have Remy try his luck with the new sensation. Gasping and smiling as the boy had quite the talent for a first time, Jake closed his eyes and let Remy tease him into orgasm that took only little less time than Remy's. Remy lay on his side next to Jake, watching the man pant and lay there with his eyes closed. "Was dat..... okay?" Opening his eyes and turning to look at Remy, Jake smiled. "Wonderful, my boy." He rolled onto his side and faced Remy. "How would you like to try another sensation? It hurts at first but, subsides to wonderful sensations." Remy tilted his head and gave Jake a questioning look. He swallowed uneasily. "What kind of hur', cher?" Jake took his hand and placed it on Remy's firm bottom, letting his fingertips press inside the crease. "Do you want me inside you?" His index finger massaged Remy's tailbone and he smiled as Remy gasped and nodded. Clearing his throat and sitting up to reach into a drawer underneath of the seat, he took out a small bottle of red gel that smelled and tasted like cherries. Flipping the top open, his attention was called back to Remy as the young man sat up to examine the gel. "Lay back, love. I promise, this will make it hurt less but feel so good." Kissing Remy, his free hand held Remy's shoulder as the boy lay back down. Refocussing on what he was doing, Jake held the bottle at Remy's entrance and squeezed a good sized puddle into the tight opening. Remy hissed at the cold wetness, flashing a quizzical glance at Jake. "What does dat do?" Snapping the top shut and replacing the bottle into the drawer before closing it, Jake calmed him. "That makes it easier." He paused as he saw the uncertainty in Remy's eyes. "Do you wish to stop?" He asked whole-heartedly. "Non. Please, don' stop. Remy's waited so long to be needed." He lay there and held Jake's hand as the man loomed over him. Jake took a breath and made sure Remy understood him and his intentions. "Remy, I would never hurt you, nor do anything you wouldn't want. You mean the world to me, and I would kill myself if anything were to happen to you, you didn't wish. Are you certain you want this?" Remy nodded and moved a trembling hand to Jake's erection, helping to position the older man at his entrance. "Remy's sure, cher. Please, make love to me.....?" Smiling and leaning closer as the tip pressed carefully inside, Jake hesitated. "This will hurt a little." Not letting Remy answer, Jake hushed him with a kiss as his legnth pressed in even deeper until completely inside. He felt Remy's hands grab at him and hold him there, occasionally pulling him closer to the younger body. Jake only waited for the trembles to slow before starting at a calm rhythm. ---------------------------- Completely spent, Jake lay on his back, dozing, while Remy curled next to him with his head on Jake's chest. He sighed and turned his head to open his eyes and watch Remy lie there, on his left side. "You're still so far away, Remy. Thinking of your mother, again?" "Non." Remy shook his head and closed his eyes. Jake sighed. "We make love for the first time in a week, and you're a million miles away in that ratty swamp they tossed you out in. That isn't exactly a romantic setting, if you ask me." Remy rolled away from him, hurt and depressed. Sitting up and leaning over Remy to talk to him, he barely caught the tears that fell onto the white pillow. "Remy, I'm not asking you to stop loving them or thinking about them. I'm just asking for you to let them come to you and admit they were wrong. You have every right to be where you want to be, and you shouldn't have to apologise to anyone about it. Otherwise, you wouldn't have told me you wanted to be with me, in the limo. Do you see my pont?" Rolling back over to look at the man above him, Remy reached up and pulled himself into a hug. "I see, mon cher. I see." Letting the older man lay him back down and snuggle together, Remy thought hard about what Jake had said all those years ago and just recently in bed. "Jake...?" He asked as they were half asleep. "Hm?" "De water's cold." Jake sighed and smiled but didn't open his eyes. "Good night, Remy." "Night Jake." The End. |