X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ The Camping Trip ❯ Chapter 3

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Ch 3

They arrived at the gate to the park and stopped at the guard post.  The weather was still fairly cool but in the process of changing, and not terribly unpleasant during the day.  The tourist season had yet to open and park hours were limited with no overnight camping allowed during the week at this time of the year.  But, Wolverine was good friends with the head ranger of this particular park and had called ahead to arrange an extended visit.  The park ranger at the gate held a hand up to halt them, ready to tell them the park was about to close for the day, when Logan dropped names.

"Ah, yes sir.  We were told to expect you.  You will be camping in your usual spot below the north ridge?"  The guard was polite and professional.

"Yeah.  Figure we'll be here a few days.  How's the river looking?"  The rains had been sporadic over the past few weeks, but the melting snow was something to consider.  If the river was swollen, the spot that Logan normally camped would have to be changed in favor of elevation, and they would have to avoid any lower lying areas prone to flooding.

"She's crested a few days back from the melted snows of the upper region.  We aren't expecting anything higher for now.  But, there's a front moving in, so it's hard to say what she'll be doing in a few days."  The guard smiled as he gathered paperwork to hand them.

"I expect you know the drill?  I have to give you these maps and the rules of the park.  The boss said I have to collect fees from you too, something about you owing him?"  The man seemed almost apologetic at having to ask.

Logan just grinned at him and chuckled.  He handed the money over to the ranger and bid farewell after receiving the standard 'be careful out there' warning, and drove past the barriers leading into the park.

The ranger watched them disappear around the bend before retreating to his little shack and retrieving the phone.  A voice on the other end answered and he made a quick report.  "This is Fetters at the west gate.  Weapon X just passed through.  Be aware that he has company."  He waited while the voice on the other end spoke.  "Yes sir, I did."  More silence from him as he listened to another question directed at him.  "Yes sir, I do.  Based on the descriptions in the files we studied, it appeared to be the one codename Gambit."  A few more minutes of receiving orders before the conversation was terminated and the guard returned to his post, awaiting pickup.

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The sun was beginning to set by the time they made camp.  Remy went about gathering fuel for the fire while Logan pitched the tent and unrolled the extra large sleeping bag.  As darkness fell, they cooked up a hearty meal, a stew of sorts filled with various chunks of meat and vegetables that Logan had brought in the cooler.  Despite his anger with the kid, he knew that Remy had a natural sweet tooth and had considerately brought along all the ingredients needed to make s'mores.  After finishing the meal and cleanup, they both sat cross legged next to each other, drinking beer and enjoying the sounds of the surrounding forest. 

Remy was staring thoughtfully at the massive display of stars in the sky.  It was hard to appreciate the beauty of the night sky from the city, most of it being obscured by the glow of neon lights.  But, here, in the middle of the woods, with no such hindrances, it was easy to get lost in the view.  "Logan?"

Logan grunted.

"Do you believe dere is life somewhere else in de universe?"  Logan took in the far off look on his lover's face as the light from the fire danced across his features.

Turning to appreciate the scene himself, Logan breathed deeply.  "I think it's a little arrogant ta think otherwise.  There are billions of planets out there.  It's hard to imagine that there's not a single one besides this one that can sustain life.  And, maybe, not even life as we know it."

"What you mean by dat?"  Remy mused.

"I mean that I don't think all life has to be carbon based, or rely on oxygen and water to live.  There's too many unknowns to just assume an entity requires an atmosphere to live."

"Remy t'inks you been watchin' too many reruns of Star Trek, mon ami."  He giggled, sounding almost like a little boy in his amusement.

Logan snorted.  "Maybe.  But that's my opinion.  If ya don't want to hear it, then don't ask."

Remy turned and looked at him a moment, humor dancing in his eyes.  "What's your favorite color, cher?"

Logan stoked the fire a bit before answering.  "What is this, Cajun?  Twenty questions?"

Remy shrugged.  "Dunno.  Just curious I guess.  Making conversation wit' you.  Play along wit' me, mon amour."

"Yellow."

Remy looked at Logan, brows raised almost to his hairline, somewhat in disbelief of that statement and just a little in shock at the abrupt answer when it seemed he was going to have to pull answers from the older man.  He thought maybe the older man was making it up.  Logan caught his stare.  "What?  Ain't you seen my uniform?" 

Remy had to suppress a laugh, feeling that his lover wouldn't appreciate it too much.  He decided to offer his own choice instead.  "Mine's blue." 

Logan seemed rather surprised to find that out.  "I thought you'd like red like your eyes, or fuschia like your uniform, or even black.  Never guessed it'd be blue."

"Non.  D'ose colors ain't ever brought me not'ing but trouble.  I prefer blue, like de color of your eyes, mon couer."  Logan blushed at that, and then felt foolish for doing so.  He went back to stoking the fire, feeling somewhat embarrassed and flushed at the moment.

"Logan?"

"Yeah, Remy."

"Do you believe in God?"

Logan froze for a moment and looked over at the boy, before returning to his task.  "Ain't talking religion with you, Gumbo."

Remy idly played with a blade of grass, eyes staring into the flames.  "Didn' ask you to talk religion, cher.  Asked if you believed in God."

Logan sat back on his haunches and exhaled slowly.  "I've been around a long time, and I've studied quite a few religions.  There are some that share a common idea, just differ in their methods.  I think that anyone should be allowed to believe in what they want and worship their beliefs the way they want without persecution or judgment from others.  Too many damn wars have been fought, too many atrocities committed in the name of religion.  Can't say I agree with that."  He took a sip of beer and swirled it around his mouth before swallowing.  "But, I believe there's something out there.  And I believe in the paths of good and evil, that people make a choice of which path to follow, the saving or condemning of one's soul based on that choice."  Logan glanced over to his partner and asked the same question of him.

"Yah, I do.  But I'm not really into religion."  Remy said nonchalantly.

Logan's brows furrowed as he canted his head towards the boy.  "I know you ain't no saint, but it's still kinda hard ta believe when half your guild is Catholic and your adopted aunt studies voodoo."

Remy saw the confusion in Logan's face and shrugged.  "Gambit got a healt'y respect for many religions, cher.  Can't grow up in N'Awlins and not.  Don't mean I be comfortable round dem."  Remy tossed his blade of grass into the flames and sighed.  "Mais, I believe dere is a greater power, a heaven and hell."  This last part he said as he lifted his eyes toward the sky and waved his hand around. 

They sat in silence again for awhile, the heaviness of the previous conversation exhausting their tongues for the moment.  Remy pulled out some cards and shuffled back and forth, while Logan ran his knuckles along his jaw.  Logan thought about the twenty questions game, what Remy was trying to accomplish by learning little tidbits about his lover, and decided it was his turn.  The question he decided on was enough to lighten things up again.  "Ok Gumbo, who's your hero?"

Remy grinned.  "I dunno.  James Bond, I guess."  Logan lifted a sardonic brow and Remy burst out laughing.  "T'ink about it, cher.  He's de ultimate spy, de ultimate t'ief.  And, every woman wants him.  Some men too, neh?"  Logan chuckled deep at that revelation.  "What about you, mon amour.  Who be your hero?"

The smile faded some from Logan's face, his gaze drawn to the flames again.  "Can't say I've got one.  I've lived too long, seen too many things to believe in heroes anymore."

Remy put his cards down and moved slowly, sensually, over to Logan and straddled him.  He brought his hands up and cupped the older man's face, their eyes locked.  Remy closed his eyes and brought their mouths together for a deep, soulful kiss.  Their tongues tangled and explored, teeth scraping lips.  Remy brought his arms around Logan's neck, and Logan moved both his hands down Remy's back to firmly grab hold of the boy's ass.  Lifting the boy up, he turned them both and gently lay them down with Remy under him, never once breaking the kiss.  Slowly, Logan's hand moved to unfasten jeans, after which he maneuvered both hands under Remy's shirt raising it to expose soft skin underneath. 

The kiss broke as each took in much needed oxygen and both divested themselves of shirts.  Remy tangled one hand in Logan's hair, while the other moved to undo his lover's pants.  He started pushing the jeans over Logan's hips, causing them to break again as Logan rose up to remove both his and Remy's.  Remy raised his hips obligingly as the material slid bit by bit down his legs, the gradual exposure of skin being savored and cherished by Logan.  They moved in slow motion, Logan settling between Remy's thighs as they continued kissing and touching. 

One of Logan's hands ran smoothly down Remy's side, down to his thigh, lifting the leg to wrap around him.  His calloused fingers appreciated the texture of the skin, not as soft as a woman, but smooth nonetheless except for the occasional scar.  Some of these scars were known to Logan, had in fact been caused by him.  Others were a mystery to him, but the placement of which made Logan speculate on the pain endured in a nightmare past to produce such.  He internally frowned at that, making a note to continue the twenty questions game in the future asking more pointed and personal questions regarding said scars. 

Remy's breathing was ragged, the soft sounds he moaned was music to his lover's sensitive ears.  Both men were panting.  The heavy petting and foreplay continued a while until finally Logan whispered in Remy's ear, sending shudders through his body.  "Turn over."  Logan lifted up to give him room to move.  After Remy moved to his stomach, one of Logan's hands skimmed softly over his back causing goose bumps to form on sensitive skin, while the other hand prepared them both with a gentleness belied by his outward gruff appearance.  He moved his hands around Remy's waist and lifted the boy into his lap, Remy's knees spreading to either side of Logan's thighs. 

Slowly, and with shallow breaths, Remy lowered himself onto Logan, until he was completely impaled and adjusting.  He arched himself back, his head falling on Logan's shoulder, turning his face up and outward, exposing the length of his neck completely for his feral lover.  Logan lowered his mouth and began suckling on the tender flesh below the jaw.  His hands moved to Remy's hips and he started moving, establishing a slow and deliberate rhythm.  There were times when they fucked frantically, teeth and claws.  The sex during those sessions was wild and urgent, raw and almost animalistic.  And then there were times like now when they made slow, sweet love, keeping tight control on movements and taking the time to revel in the feel of each other.  There was no denying the appeal of spastic, spontaneous, savage rutting.  But, there was something to be said for methodical and languid as well - the feel of unhurried motions, of sending your lover beyond the edge of ecstasy, every shiver and shake.

Logan moved one arm from Remy's hip to encircle the boy's demanding sex.  He stroked in time with the rhythm they had already established.  His other hand continued it's exploration of the body under it.  Remy's chest, flat except for the well defined pectorals of a man in prime athletic shape, so different from a woman's but no less erotic, the nipples protruding automatically at his touch.  Logan's hand moved to feel the ridges and valleys of toned abdominal muscles that spoke of a body worked to endurance.  Finally, his hand moved to caress ribs, noting the feel of a body that had very little insulation.  The boy did not currently suffer from want, but his body hinted at past starvation that was never completely overcome.

Remy's left arm reached up and wrapped around his lover's neck, his hand tangled in the hair at the back of Logan's head.  His other lay on top of Logan's arm, grasping the wrist of Logan's hand as it worked him.  Logan's tongue swiped along Remy's jaw line, down his neck to the curve where neck meets shoulder.  As Remy tipped his head further back, Logan took advantage by licking his way to the center of the base of the throat, at the dip between collar bones.  Remy's hair glided like silk up and down Logan's back with each thrust, the touch an erotic torment to over sensitive skin. The sheen of sweat soaked skin could be seen in the flames as the two moved in harmony together, making love in the middle of nowhere under a blanket of stars with only the elements and creatures of nature as witnesses.  Their bodies molded perfectly to each other.  Remy opened his shields fully and was completely in Logan, their emotions and love flowing freely between each other, feeding from one another. 

A few more strokes and Remy's body froze.  He gasped and came, eyes shut tight as Logan kissed the side of his open mouth.  He pushed the pleasure of his orgasm into Logan's mind, traveling along every nerve, filling Logan's soul and sending the older man over the edge.  With one last thrust, Logan's head flung back and he filled his lover's body completely, moaning and squeezing his arms tight around the boy to hold them both in place.  They stayed that way a few minutes before Logan raised his head.  Still holding the boy tight against him, arms about waist, he turned his face and looked into those beautiful red on black eyes, losing himself completely.  He sealed the boy's mouth with his own in a deep, passionate kiss and Remy's arms moved on top of Logan's, their fingers intertwining. 

When they broke for air, Logan lifted him to gently decouple.  He unwrapped himself from the Cajun, and moved toward the tent, pulling the boy along by the hand.  Logan lay down and urged his lover to follow suit.  Remy complied and draped himself on the older man, head on shoulder, one arm across Logan's chest, and a thigh drawn up possessively over Logan's hip and leg.   

Logan's arm curled around Remy's shoulder, stroking up and down the boy's arm as Remy sighed.  After several minutes of silence, Logan spoke.  "Remy?"

"hmmmm?" Remy purred.

"I'm still mad about before."  He felt the Cajun tense slightly and held him tighter to him.  "Ya know we're gonna talk about this some more, right?"

Remy thought a moment and then started to relax again.  "Yah, I figured.  But not tonight, d'accord?"

Logan kissed the top of Remy's head and agreed.  "No, not tonight, darlin'.  But, soon.  Go ta sleep."  With that, they both drifted off to sated, peaceful slumber.

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