Remy & Scott

Humming softly as Remy brushed some hair out of his face, the blonde giggled a little, tucking his head down so the other man could play with it some more. “And are you my reason, my red-eyed hunk?” he purred, leaning in to gently brush their lips together slightly, before swiping away Remy’s glass from his hand. “My special someone looks like he could use another drink or two. So, tell me, how will you make me forget?”

Special someone already? It seemed to be a great honor, or at least one that got his drink refilled without a moment’s hesitation. He chuckled and put his finger on the rim of the glass to slowly push it out of their way. “Well, that’s just the thing. To make you forget proper, I gotta know what you love. So, why don’ you tell me what it is you most desire, hmm?” Perhaps the sultriness of his voice would help coax the answer out. Remy never really did use his power of suggestion on his suitors, but he did love to flirt his way into what he most desired.

@mutantsandminiatures

He looked rough but honestly so did many of those he’d fought beside. Truth be told, the entire situation had turned into a blur and regardless his duties were to his team and those kidnapped, he did what he could to keep all of those he had grown close to safe. Standing beside one of his companions whom he’d met a few times in passing, he had to let a soft look finally penetrate his shield. “Are you okay?” He asked, his voice deeper than he wanted it to be but comforting all the same.

Remy had a soft spot in caring for those that couldn’t take care of themselves, and it took little to motivate him to fight for those who needed saving. And he fought with his all. Normally, he chose to fight on his own, in his own way, but the occasional call for help didn’t go unanswered by him.

“Hmm?” He looked to the man standing beside him as he stuffed his hands into his trenchcoat pockets. Remy had been quiet for a while, without realizing it, and the deep voice had pulled him from his thoughts.

“Oh, I’m jus’ fine, mon ami,” He answered softly. “An’ you? Are you okay?”

“Might not be the best name out there but it fits.” Stephen mused as he smiled at Scott. “Oh definitely and well saving the world is just part of the job, but you do more than that. You give people hope and inspire them to do better as well, so there’s a lot we people have to be thankful for. I’d probably bet on that I mean you are more my type than Captain America, so I agree.”

Stephen knew the man was just hyping himself up but he was cute, cuter than most of the veteran heroes he had met.

His brows shot up as he saw the man’s body, and the way he was a tad lean but still toned. Definitely his type, and he came closer, smirking at Scott as he trailed a few fingers across his naked torso. “don’t worry i know what it’s like when i wear my own suit, but no need to cover up, might inspire me to work harder on this.” he teased, as he began to inspect his suit.

“i see, so like i thought you go tiny or big, much like a few colleagues of mine. i can help with the tech, for now i’ll just fix the regulator and make sure it doesn’t fizzle out, but you really need to take care of your gear, sweetie.”

“More your type than Captain America? Psh that’s not--wait really?” He scoffed in surprise and looked down at himself, then to Stephen who seemed to be doing the exact same thing. Hey, Scott knew he was a type. Goofy did work for him, and if he used it to his benefit, well what was wrong with that? Stephen’s hands came forward, and fingers slid across Scott’s chest. It was reason enough for him to slowly move his hands away and expose himself fully.

And yet, somehow Stephen went right back to talking about gear.

“Heh.. yeah, I really should... maybe we can fix that in a little bit?” he suggested, and stood in the buff for the man to examine.

“Sounds like a plan,” he laughed as he watched the suit land on the nearby table. That was his exact plan when his arm went haywire: stop fiddling with it until he was able to find someone who understood technology better than he did. Everything was much safer that way. 

He felt distinctly better once the other man was dressed, although he was a bit disappointed as well. Scott looked good. Nodding, he grinned. “I’m game for that, but they better be really good drinks or I’ll find someone to gossip with.”

He didn’t get to talk to Scott alone often and was rather excited about the possibility.

Bucky was a strange one for Scott. As friends to Captain America, he admired him just as highly as the blond hero, but truth be told, he was almost certain that Bucky could throw him one-handed across the room, and not just when he was shrunken.

And yet, Bucky seemed nice. And Scott liked that about him.

“Well, I also like gossip. Particularly when it doesn’t pertain to me being naked and trying to do something I shouldn’t.” He furrowed his brow when he quickly realized how inappropriate that sounded and sighed. “You know what I mean... So bar? You tell me stuff I don’t know? Deal?”

“You’re smart enough to figure it out, sugah.” Julian teased as he saw the way the man came closer, invading his personal space as a smile tugged on his lips. “I think highly of you, even though you might sometimes be shady you do tell it is like it, and I can for one appreciate that a lot, plus you’re pretty good with poles.” he grinned. “Remy do you think being so close is a good idea?” he questioned as he inched a little bit closer, eyes locking into Gambit’s lips for a few seconds. “Might be dangerous.”

“It’s one of my most admirable traits, I’d say. Bein’ straightforward,” he replied and grinned. “And on that point, what are you doin’ thinkin’ of me an’ poles, eh? Got somethin’ on your mind?” Remy followed Julian’s gaze and licked those very lips that the boy was staring at. The crowded bar had faded to the periphery, and he was focused on Julian. “An’ why’s it so dangerous, huh?”

“Not waiting for him. An ex; he’s not really… a part of my picture,” Harley mused, struggling to keep his emotions and expression in check. Pausing, he leaned over to fill up Remy’s glass again as he stared at those red eyes glimmering back at him. “…You know, red’s my favorite color. Something about it… makes me feel complete,” he teased, idly brushing his pink and blue dyed hair to the side away from his eyes so he could look at the stranger better. “Maybe I’ll wait for you then. You can be my little special someone,” Harley purred, walking his fingers along the bar top idly.

Red flags aside, Harley did have an intriguing quality to him, and anyone who complimented Remy on his eyes was going to go far in his view. So when a few of those multi-colored stands of hair fell back into Harley’s face, Remy reached over and brushed them out of the way with his thumb.

“Oh, what are we doin’ talkin’ about some ex? Seems like you need a reason to forget ‘em,” The Cajun mused and pulled back to grab his drink and take a swig. “You’re special someone, huh?”

“It’s happening. It’s totally happening.” Peter was assuring both himself and Scott. When the other gripped him by his shoulders and nudged him onto his knees he knew it was really happening. “You’re big, by the way. You probably knew that alre–” His sentence was snuffed out by the head of Scott’s length being pressed to his lips. Peter looked up at the older man as he took him into his mouth and curled his tongue around it. He maintained eye contact as he worked his way down his shaft while pumping his heavy shaft. 

“Do you... usually announce that it’s happening with the person whose dick you’re about to suck?” Scott asked curiously and smiled at the boy. He was cute, and he looked even better with a cock shoved in his mouth to keep him from talking. Scott knew he was big, and he was more interested in seeing how much of his length he could fit in the boy’s mouth. He huffed and shifted on his feet to steady his stance, then pushed his hips forward and shoved his cock to the deeper into Peter’s parted lips.

“Cryptic as always but I guess that’s part of your charm, and why you’ve got half the x-men wanting to know all the things that mouth is capable of, but I may or may not be one of those.” Julian teased. “Oh am I in for treat? show me then,” the mutant kept his eyes on the man watching those dark eyes look over for the waiter. “I’ve never thought you were terrible, Gambit,”

Remy beamed with confidence when Julian reciprocated his flirtation. “Oh, my charm, huh? Now now, beau. You can’t leave me to solve such a mystery on my own.” Remy leaned in and perched his elbow on the bar top. He placed his chin on the palm of his open hand and narrowed his eyes to look Julian. “Well, what do you think of me then, Julian?”

He was closer now, not so much as to invade Julian’s personal space, but close enough that it was clear Remy’s entire focus was on him now. Maybe just close enough to catch his cologne in the air. “I’m all ears.”

“Pretty sure you’re asking the wrong person, sweetheart,” Harley mused as they slid a glass across the bar again for Remy when he saw the other man finishing up his drink. “And there’s only room for one pretty boy at the bar; I didn’t get hired to get shown up by anyone, so you should try that again,” the blonde hummed, tapping the side of their chin idly with tip of the vodka bottle. “You say that name like I’m supposed to know who you are. Sorry, but I’ve only got room for one lover in my life, and I don’t think you match up with my puddin’.”

“Aw, am I?” Remy didn’t care who was in front of him, they were probably getting flirted with, it was just his nature. It was usually harmless, unless of course the person shot him down. But the boy in front of him? Peculiar, but intriguing enough for him to keep probing.

“Oh, and who’s this wonderful man who’s makin’ me look like chop liver, huh?” The cajun man batted his eyelashes and those red eyes twinkled with mischief. “Must be someone special. Let me guess, you’re waiting on them?”

So much for working on the belt. Scott removing the book so he could stand there fully bare was the final nail in the coffin. Peter set down his tools and stepped away from his desk so he could get a better look at him. “It’s more than okay, Mr.Lang.” Peter chewed on his lower lip and reached forward, gripping his heavy length around the base. He gave it a gentle squeeze before exploring the rest of it, toying with the crown using his thumb. “Is this okay with you?” 

Well, all that politeness and modesty went out the door quickly. Scott watched Peter step forward, and that hand reach out, and grab at his cock. He blinked and sucked in a breath through his teeth, and then shrugged his shoulders. As his length hardened in the boy’s hand, he came to a decision, and he acted quickly.

“Yeah, we’re just going to agree this is happening, right? This is a done deal?” He nodded and grabbed the boy’s shoulders and pushed him to the ground with a firm, guiding nudge. He spread his legs a little and let his cock swing in front of the young hero’s face and smiled. “Yeah, this is happening.”

Then he pushed it against his lips.

Nodding, he switched his attention to the discarded suit. Whatever was causing it to malfunction like that was probably close to where it had been sparking earlier. His only issue was he had absolutely no idea who any of it worked. Sure, his arm was loaded with advanced technology, but that didn’t mean he knew how to put it together. 

Shaking his head, he walked a little closer to the suit, a bit wary of actually touching it for fear of shrinking himself. “Where had you been with it before it started a small fire?”

“No technical expertise here, sorry. All I can do is try to help figure out why it when bad. I can’t fix it.”

Scott didn’t need to ruin the suit anymore than it probably was, and he didn’t think two technologically-inept men fiddling with it was going to make it better... so he quickly thew it behind him onto a table and smiled at Bucky. “Well, we’ll just forget about that for now until I can get someone else to look at it without Pym noticing, yeah? Yeah,” He grabbed a t-shirt and pulled it over his head, and awkwardly squirmed to get it over his shoulders and onto his arms. Maybe he was in a rush because he was particularly flustered to be so underdressed in front of Bucky?

“And I’ll buy your silence? Drinks? On me?”

While Mr.Lang grasped at straws Peter was busy admiring his figure. He hadn’t expected the other to be a hot dilf beneath that suit and he was now caught up in ogling him. “Climate change. Totally. I’ll talk to Mr.Stalk about getting on that.” Peter chewed nervously on his lower lip just as his eyes flicked upward to hold Scott’s own. “I was supposed to be fixing your belt, wasn’t it? I sort’ve got distracted.” Peter gestured to his nearly exposed body, “By all of that.” While he returned to examining the technology in front of him he couldn’t help that his eyes drifted toward Scott. “Y’know..you don’t need to cover yourself if you don’t wanna.” 

Distracted huh? The boy wasn’t the most subtle, was he? Scott almost scoffed at him, but he had to wonder if he himself were just as blunt as the boy. On the one hand, he was the responsible one in the situation, but then again, was there really anything wrong with it? Why would there be, if Peter truly was interested?

“I don’t?” He asked and looked down at himself slowly lowered the book and fully exposed himself to the boy for the first time. “So this is okay with you?”

“Are you calling me hot or just saying I’m lucky you’re hot?” Julian scoffed, rolling his eyes at the male, but his charms were undeniable. He could see he the mutant could charm the pants off of almost anyone. “Sure, it’s a small price to pay for the information I’m asking off you so don’t worry, I got it covered.” he sighed knowing this would be somewhat expensive but he couldn’t fret right now. “I mean there’s many things some under the bar others in your head, but right now I’m more interested on this. If you’d like some company after this, let me know. Alright then, I’ll bite.”

“Ya know, I’m not really sure which I’m sayin’ either. I s’pose we’ll figure it out as we go along,” he said in spite of the boy’s scoff. Maybe part of Remy’s charm was that no matter how cheesy he might have been at times, he persisted. At least, that’s what he told himself. It didn’t often fail him, and it wasn’t like he expected it to now.

“Now now, don’t act so skeptical! I’m a good time, and yer in for a treat, mon ami.” He flagged the bartender down to get him to serve Julian. “Unless you think I’m just so terrible now.”

“So long as it works, right?” he asked. Even if his life depended on it, he wouldn’t have been able to explain the inner workings of his left arm so he had no right to judge Scott. Technology was wonderful when it worked and an utter pain when it didn’t. Thinking about it, he really should speak to Stark or Banner about how to at least run more complex field maintenance. 

“Unimportant official business,” he chuckled softly. Perhaps this shouldn’t be funny and yet Bucky was having a good deal of fun. No one was on fire or in imminent danger as far as he could tell so what was the problem with a few chuckles at the other’s expense. “What happened to it?”

Raising an eyebrow, he shrugged. “I didn’t say anything,” he teased, turning around to give the man a bit of privacy. “My gear tends to come with a shirt then layers on top of that. I can say I’ve never had the issue of being naked.”

Scott managed to snatch the pair of underwear he’d left on the ground and scrambled to pull them on. He sighed and smiled at Bucky to try and ease the awkwardness. “All right, now that... that’s taken care of, we can deal with the suit.”

Not that walking around in just his underwear was that much more modest, but it helped.

“It just started smoking, I don’t know. Don’t tell me you’re suddenly an expert on shrinking tech. You can’t have the arm and that. Not both.”

bart would sit at the bar some nights and just enjoy a drink maybe scope out a guy to stare at and not have the balls to walk up to. tonight he was supposed to hang out with some titans but all bailed on him so he was a lone wolf. 

he was looking at this man for a few minutes now, no one came to sit next to him so bart decided to take the empty seat beside him not having a gameplan from there he heard the man speak. blushing because the latter was true he played it coy. “i just wanted to know if this seat was taken?” he let out a small laugh. “my friends all bailed on plans and i just decided to be friendly tonight. bart allen.” he reached out his hand to shake.

Remy shamelessly looked the younger man over and smiled. He wasn’t the most straightforward, Remy could see. But that wasn’t much trouble. He did love the company, and especially handsome, blushing company at that. Remy could have a little fun with him sure, if he could keep up. The mutant was known for laying on his flirtation thick.

“Nah, the seat’s not taken, mon ami. Sit on down an’ have a drink with me. I’ll keep you company.” He grinned devilishly and motioned toward the chair after shaking the man’s hand. “Go ahead. I’ll even buy your drink.”

“You’ve got my word, Mr.Lang.” Peter held his hand above his heart, promising secrecy to his fellow Avenger. “Oh!” When the other stepped out of his suit he wasn’t expecting him to be naked beneath it. He quickly averted his eyes and stared up at the roof, already red in the face from the sight. Scott was hot. He had never thought of the older man in a sexual light aside from the blatant ogling he had done before. Which he blamed solely on his teenage hormones. “I get it, Mr.Lang. My suit gets super hot, too. I don’t wear anything beneath mine, either.” Peter took the belt before he offered a book for the other to use to cover himself. Moving to a nearby desk he sat down and began examining the technology. It was an easy fix that Peter could definitely perform in under ten minutes flat. “I’m gonna need some tools and you’re gonna need a towel.” He glanced up, eyes roving over Scott’s body before they settled on his face. “With all due respect, you’re really hot, by the way. In case you didn’t know.” 

Oh great, he’d embarrassed the boy. It was clear from how red his face was turning, and quite frankly, how long he was staring. It would be easy to chalk up to teenage hormones, or perhaps just the awkwardness that Peter Parker himself exuded. But the teen hero being into him? No no, that hadn’t crossed his mind, even as he took the book and covered himself with it.

“Thanks, kid. See, you understand! It’s... summer, you know, climate change and all that. They really should do something about that... That might fall under the purview of the Avengers.” Now he was just rambling. But calling him hot? That was a good way to shut him up.

He blinked for a moment, unsure of what to say, but he raised an eyebrow, and it may have come off more cocky than he meant it to. “Oh yeah? You think so?”

“You’re lucky you’re hot and I’m used to you Remy because everybody else would probably zap you.” he sighed as he watched the man play with his card and down his whiskey. “If you’re going to have me pick up your tab let me know now, and what I need is intel on the morlocks, I have a few friends I’d like to see and give them a few things, just make sure they’re okay and all.”

“Oh I’m very lucky I’m hot, mon ami. As are you,” Remy said without missing a beat or forgetting to flash another one of his bright smiles. “And if you’re offerin’ to pick up my tab, well I might just be obliged to say yes.” He flagged the bartender down and asked for another whiskey. “But nah, that’s not what I’m after. There’s somethin’ I have that you want?” He tapped his fingers on the bar top and shrugged. “Well, I wouldn’ mind some company? Perhaps I’ll tell you what you need in the mean time?”