Into the Wild

25. Understanding Emotions

Ira had left to take an important call and not soon after Pierson got a call. Remy sat in the living room watching a show that he wasn't really taking on as he thought of how his day had turned out after meeting Logan. The man was still working hard at repairing the dishwasher and at times hearing his rough grunts and groans and even his long exhalation was enough to fluster him. He swallowed around the questions in his throat that he was eager to know about Logan. Was his attraction truly sincere? Did he want more from him? Or was this just him showing kindness? He stood and walked over to the kitchen, rounded the island then just waited as he watched Logan's broad back, remembering how he had scratched him while begging for him to stop as he groaned for more. Remy shook his head to snap out of his naughty thoughts and cleared his throat. It took a moment, but Logan set down the tools and then rose his head, turning to face him. His face brightened with a smile and it struck Remy right in the chest.
"Hey handsome, bored?" Logan asked, wiping his hands.
Remy chuckled and let his shoulders relax. "A little, how's it going?" He asked, stepping closer.
"Sorry about that. I can make it up to you with dinner. And..." Logan turned back to the dishwasher and snickered once. "I'm almost done."
"So... restaurant?" Remy asked, fiddling with a wrench that his hand brushed on the counter, he traced it as he averted his eyes from Loagn's.
"Your choice, I was thinking of cooking for you and we watch a movie. There's one I've been meaning to check out. Do you like action?"
"Hmm," he looked down and locked eyes with Logan, who was kneeling on the floor now. "Yeah, I like action. What would you cook?" He tapped the wrench now.
Logan put away some tools as he spoke. "I'll make whatever you want. I'm not picky with food, so just tell me if you rather go out or not." He said, cleaning up the space where he was working.
Remy hummed, calculating how he set everything back into his box and or in the small black plastic bag he assumed was garbage.
"Remy?" The younger one looked up at him and their eyes met.
"Yes?"
"Do you want me to cook for you? Or would you rather we go on a date to a restaurant? Totally your choice." He rushed, not wanting to sound as if he were pressuring him to decide right away. "You can take your time to consider it since it's only been a day since we met."
"You do cook well..." Remy saw how Logan nodded carefully, almost noting a small quirk of his lips. It was very inconspicuous but Remy noticed it only because he was observing Logan so intently.
"I do. My aunt used to teach me how over the summers when i spent time with her. One of my parents loves cooking also, so I was always near a teacher."
Remy arched a brow. "One of my parents? Why do you speak so formally about your parents?" He saw how Logan swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "What aren't you telling me?" The older man opened his mouth, but Remy cut in before he could speak, "remember that you told me how you like honesty." Logan closed his mouth then sighed and ran a hand into his hair.
"Remy..."
"Is something wrong?" Remy asked, moving forward again, but this time he kneeled before Logan, touchibg the bqck of his hand. "What is it?"
Those soft hazel eyes were piercing into his relentlessly. "I—Remy..."
"Urgh! Why is my manager so annoying!" Ira cried out, bursting from the bedroom as he marched over to the couch the flopped down onto his back on the sectional, his head hanging over the side and his eyes widened as he spotted Remy and Logan kneeling on the floor. "Fuck! Sorry! I'm so sorry." Ira jumped to his feet and before anyone could speak again his phone rang and he groaned—yes, he was saved by the bell, but shit! He rushed away, leaving the men alone again.
"Well... that happened." Logan muttered, making Remy laugh and sigh.
"I think we should get up." Remy got Logan's hands and stood, helping the older one up. He moved to say something to defuse the awkward air in the room, but Logan caught his waist and crushed his mouth to his, making him moan as he gripped his muscular forearms. Remy melted under him, wishing they were at his place again so he could climb the massive man and let him do bad things to him.
Logan broke their kiss, catching the lustful gaze in Remy's eyes and muttering a curse under his breath as he released his ass from his hands and stood back. "Umm," he was so aroused, but he had to finish up, "I should finish up here." He turned and, picking up the wrench that Remy had dropped and went back to the dishwasher.
Remy stood there for a beat, blushing as he watched Logan's back once more. The impure thoughts on his head was enough to earn him a place in hell, but he didn't care. That man made him say, do and feel things be never had before. "Dammit." He covered his mouth and walked back to the couch, flopping back face first as he grabbed and screamed into the plush gray cushion.