The feel of Logan leaving the bed was what woke Spencer from his sleep the next morning. The loss of heat against his backside had him shifting and looking over his shoulder, blearily blinking his eyes. A hand smoothed his hair back from his face and a warm kiss pressed against his lips. He tipped up into the kiss instinctively. Logan chuckled when he pulled back. "Go back to sleep, darlin."

Spencer snuggled into the blankets, trying to find a way to replace the heat he'd just lost from Logan leaving the bed. "'S cold."

"Wrap around Gumbo. He'll keep ya warm."

The idea definitely held merit. Sleepily he rolled a little more toward Remy. The Cajun was sprawled on his stomach, arms up under the pillow and his face buried down in it. Yawning, Spencer snuggled right up to him, almost draping over his back. Remy didn't even move. But, as comfortable as it was, Spencer's brain had already started to wake a little and he found he couldn't drift back to sleep. Still, he was warm and comfortable. For a little bit he was content to just lie there with Remy mostly under him. He could feel the warm fuzziness of Remy's sleeping mind as well as the steady presence of Logan somewhere a little further away now. Downstairs, most likely.

Eventually needs made themselves known and Spencer knew he couldn't get away with lying in bed anymore. He carefully extracted himself from the bed, making sure to tuck the blankets around Remy so that he'd stay warm. The both of them got so cold so easily. Then Spencer made his way to the bathroom and took care of his needs. When he came back out, he went over to his bag and dug around for the clothes and things he'd need.

Ten minutes later he was making his way downstairs, trying to use the images he had from Logan and Remy to guide him. All he needed was to get to the backyard. From there, he could figure things out on his own. He just needed to get back there first. It wasn't that difficult. He was just bringing his headphones up to his ears when he finally opened the door that led to the backyard. A smile curved his lips when he saw Logan sitting off to the side on the porch, indulging in a morning cigar and talking with Scott. The young genius flashed a smile over at him. Logan's grin grew a little as he looked over Spencer's outfit. Running shoes, track pants, and a turtleneck overtop his tank top. His water bottle was full and attached to his waist and on his left arm he had the armband that Derek had given to him for Christmas that held the iPod that Penelope had given him, allowing him to listen to his music as he ran. Those two were the only ones on the team that knew that Spencer had a quiet passion for running. He wasn't big on physical fitness otherwise; he wasn't a weightlifter and he didn't go to the gym. But he'd been running daily ever since he was a teen.

He didn't bother looking at his playlist before pressing play on his little iPod. The only time he used this was when he was running, so the playlist was set up specifically for that. As the first sounds of Beethoven started in his ears, Spencer pushed off the porch, starting off in a slow jog. He mapped out his route in his mind, looking ahead of him to plan where to go. This would be a good opportunity to take a tour of the grounds and get his own feel for what things looked like here.

Logan leaned against the wall of the house as he watched the young man take off at a steady jog. He admired the grace in the form that wasn't always evident. It amused him that Spencer could look so long and lean and graceful while running yet there were times he could be walking and somehow manage to run into everything in his path. It was the exact opposite of Remy, who tended to look graceful no matter what he was doing. Logan puffed on his cigar and smirked a little. He'd nabbed himself two beauties, that was for damn sure.

Beside him, Scott had turned at the sound of Spencer's footsteps. He watched for a moment as Spencer started jogging and then slanted an amused look at Logan. "Another early bird, I see."

"Not always. He can sleep in sometimes." Usually if both Logan and Remy stayed in bed with him. Cuddled together that way, Spencer could stay knocked out for hours. Even if he did wake up, he'd still lay there, curled up with them. "Me getting outta bed woke him up. Once you wake him up, he's up. Too many years of having to wake up instantly alert for work. Plus, he likes running in the early morning before people are out to see him."

Scott chuckled and shook his head. "He can't be shy. He sure didn't seem to be last night." He said. He and Logan had already talked a little about last night. When Logan had come out to smoke, he'd found Scott out here and it had only taken a moment for conversation to turn to Spencer and Remy. Logan had just finished explaining things when Spencer had come outside.

Despite their rocky start, Logan and Scott had built a decent friendship together. When Logan had finally given in to the knowledge that the lust he felt for Jean was nothing in comparison to what Remy sparked in him, things had gotten much easier. Once Logan and Remy were together, it was easier to relax around Scott and Scott found it easier to relax with Logan. They'd built a shaky start to a friendship that had grown when the two found out they surprisingly had more in common than they thought. Now the two had a good friendship together that still involved a ton of bickering and taunting, but it wasn't with the serious edge that had been there before. They fought for the fun of fighting with one another, not to seriously hurt.

A snort slipped out as Logan tapped some of his ash off his cigar. "That's only cause Rem was in trouble. Trust me, the kid's a skittish one. Wait till ya see him and Rem get going, though. The two seem to like fightin'. It's a trip. Aint never seen no one put the Cajun so in his place quite like Spencer can."

"Not even you?"

The teasing remark had Logan rolling his eyes. Still, he grinned around his cigar. He didn't answer, but his silence was answer enough. Scott let out a laugh before heading toward the house. Logan put his cigar out and followed after him. They had an early morning meeting with Chuck to get to.

The house was still quiet when Spencer made his way back in. He picked up light sounds here and there but not much life was stirring yet. No one disturbed him as he made his way back upstairs to Logan and Remy's room. When he got back inside, he found Remy in almost the same position he'd left him in, still taking up most of the bed. Spencer took a moment after shutting the door to just look at his partner and smile. A light check of the man showed him once more back to normal after last night's events. He was steady again and his shields were back to normal. Good. Nothing Spencer saw showed that there'd be any lasting damage.

Content with that, he made his way to the en suite bathroom, stopping only long enough to grab his toiletries bag from his go-bag. He remembered Remy telling him that Charles hadn't really had a choice about giving them this nicer room; Logan had just sort of claimed it when he first came, and he'd moved Remy in here when they'd gotten serious. Not many people argued with Logan when he was firm on something he wanted.

Spencer set his toiletries bag on the bathroom counter and then pulled off his iPad and the armband that held it, setting it next to his bag. He went over and got the shower going and adjusted to just the right temperature and then he straightened up to pull his turtleneck off first, tossing it into the basket in there, and he was halfway through pulling off his tank top when he felt a familiar presence coming up behind him. That bit of warning was the only thing that kept him from jumping when Remy's hands settled on his hips and slid upwards with each bit of skin revealed. Spencer pulled the tank top off and tossed it into the basket as well. He chuckled as Remy's arms slid around his waist and nuzzled at his neck. "Good morning, Remy. Did I wake you?"

"Mm." A light flick of the tongue was followed by soft nibbles against the side of Spencer's neck. "Y' been out working out."

Spencer laid his hands over Remy's where they rested on his stomach and he tipped his head to open up his neck a little more. A shiver ran down him as Remy's mouth moved over to Logan's mating bite. "I went running." His voice was slightly breathy. Remy's devilish tongue was tracing over the bite and the bruising around it. He felt Remy's hands start to move, the arms around his waist sliding away until Remy once more had his hands flat on Spencer's stomach, rubbing against the sweat slicked skin there. One slid up, over his chest, while the other slid down right into the front of his pants. Spencer tipped his head back even more and gave a breathy gasp when Remy's hand closed over him. He reached back, catching hold of Remy's hip behind him just to have something to hold on to. When he encountered bare skin he realized that Remy was wearing absolutely nothing. That point was proved as the man's body pressed up against Spencer's back. "Oh, God."

"Not God. Jus' Remy." Came the teasing little purr against his shoulder. Remy nipped at Logan's mark, swiping his tongue over it one last time before sliding back towards Spencer's neck, tasting the skin along the way, over the back of his neck and over to his other shoulder. All the while his hand was lazily pumping, making Spencer's hips dance. "Love how y' taste like dis. No soap, no scent, jus' skin an sweat."

He'd known that, he just hadn't had to think about that for a while. Remy always loved being with either one of them fresh from a workout. He had an almost feral appreciation of the scent and taste of it all. Remy said there wasn't anything feral about it. If asked, he'd just shrug and grin and say everyone had their kinks, and this was one of his.

His hips pressed against Spencer's backside while his hand gave a small squeeze to the aching cock in front and Spencer swore he saw stars. He tightened his hand on Remy's hip in response and he couldn't keep the guttural moan inside. It only seemed to please Remy. The Cajun pushed them forward and Spencer noted through hazy eyes that Remy had them by the bathroom counter. Then Remy's free hand was sliding from his chest to his back and up to his neck, pushing against it, and Spencer didn't even think. He let Remy bend him down and he braced his forearms on the bathroom counter. It earned him a pleased hum against his skin. Then Remy's mouth and tongue were back to work, moving down his spine, while all the while his hand kept up its steady, teasing tugs, just hard enough to keep Spencer going while still being just shy of enough to really speed things along. It left him in this teasing sort of limbo where all he could do was hang his head and gasp and moan.

He was too far gone to even care when Remy carefully slid his pants and underwear off his hips. They slipped down to the floor and Spencer helped to kick them away. Remy murmured approvingly against his spine. His mouth started to travel back up, tongue tracing along the knobs of Spencer's spine, and the hand around Spencer's cock suddenly released, leaving the genius moaning out his disappointment. Remy nipped at his shoulder, the one not marked by Logan, and hushed him. "Shh, bébé. I got y'. I got y'." A second later there were fingers touching Spencer's backside, a warning to what was to come, and Spencer eagerly spread his legs just a little more. Still, he gasped when he felt cool, slick fingers tracing around his entrance, such a sharp contrast to his heated skin

After the intense session with Logan yesterday, there was still a residual tenderness there that had Spencer biting his lip when that first finger slipped in. Remy must've felt something because he paused, forehead pressed against the back of Spencer's shoulder. "Cher?"

"Don't you dare stop." Spencer said through gritted teeth. There was no way he could stop now. Not after getting him turned on so damn fast here. Not when he was moments away from getting what he needed. Spencer would take the ache that came later. It had been so long since he'd really been with his men, too fucking long, and he needed this. He needed the ache that came from it. He needed to be taken by them, by both of them, so he could feel like he was theirs again. He needed that connection.

Though Spencer didn't say all that, there was something in the desperate way he moved, in the sound of those words, that clued Remy in to just how important this was. He nuzzled up to Spencer's neck once more. "Okay, cher, okay. Hush." And that finger started to move again. It hurt a little and it burned but Spencer happily rode it out. He rode out the pain as Remy lovingly prepared him, and when Remy's hands settled on his hips and he was finally pushing in, Spencer dropped his head down even more, almost completely bent over now. He rested his heated forehead against the cool counter and hid his pained expression while Remy slid fully into him.

The two men froze once Remy was completely in. Spencer could feel the Cajun trembling against him with the effort of holding still. Yet he stayed there, his hand stroking gently over Spencer's hips, up his back, soothing him while Spencer's body adjusted to the feeling of fullness. The burn gradually started to fade and Spencer blew out a shaky breath. Lifting his head just a little, he gave a small backwards push, a silent signal to let Remy know he could move. And, oh Lord, did he move. What little burn left was forgotten as Remy started those long, steady thrusts that never failed to melt Spencer.

The air in the bathroom felt heavy and thick. The steam from the running shower was building, slicking their skin even more. Spencer felt like his skin was hot and tight, stretched over him and so damn sensitive, and Remy's hands were like fire as they ran over him, yet it was a fire he couldn't get enough of. He wanted to burn.

Spencer heard Remy's breathing start to hitch behind him and he knew he wasn't the only one that was close. Remy's hand slid up his spine once more until it reached his shoulder, gripping down there to hold on tight as his thrusts increased, and Spencer's gasp turned to a long moan. He shifted his weight until he was balanced on one arm and his other hand was free to slide down to take his aching cock in hand, matching his movements to the increasingly hard thrusts pounding into him. When his release came, it hit him hard, ripping through him and taking everything he had. He couldn't keep the feelings completely inside and he felt Remy get swept up in it with him, his own orgasm triggered by Spencer's.

The only thing that kept Spencer from hitting the floor completely was the arm that Remy slid around his waist and the counter that he slumped down onto. Remy's arm was quivering against him, obviously not quite steady. It matched the quivering from the rest of their bodies. They stayed like that, bent over with Remy pressed against the back of him, until they finally felt somewhat steady. Then Remy braced his still shaking hand on the counter and he leveraged himself up. With one bracing breath, he carefully slid out of Spencer, making himself gasp and Spencer hiss.

Spencer straightened up once Remy had moved completely. He winced as he felt the ache in his backside. Baleful eyes sought out Remy. "You know, I love you, but it's going to be entirely your fault that I now have to limp my way into breakfast."

"Y' and dat pillow talk, Spencer. Y'll turn a boy's head." Remy teased him dryly. "Anyways, y'r de one dat told me not to stop."

A hint of a smile touched Spencer's lips. "True."

Pushing sweat soaked hair back from his face, Remy grinned at him and Spencer thought it crazy just how attractive the man looked right now of all times. "I'll make it up to y' later." Remy promised.

"Is that so?"

"Mm hm." He stepped towards the shower, throwing a grin and a wink over his shoulder. "Maybe it'll be my turn to limp, oui?"

Spencer couldn't stop his grin as he followed his partner into the shower.

Morning sex appeared to be the one thing that could perk up their Cajun in the morning time. Spencer vowed to remember that in the future. For now, he could only watch in amusement as Remy practically skipped beside him while they made their way to the dining room. Their fingers were laced loosely together between them and Remy was swinging their hands a little as he pulled Spencer along. "There had better be coffee in there." Spencer warned him half teasingly, half serious. "I haven't had a single cup yet."

As he led them into the dining room, Remy turned and winked at him. "Y' had Remy. Aint dat better?"

"Do you want me to answer that, LeBeau?"

Laughter drifted up from the table and Spencer realized that there were others already in here. He looked up and saw Logan in a chair with a newspaper in his hand and coffee in front of him. Scott, Jean and a woman Spencer knew had to be Ororo were all sitting down near him as well. All at once the nerves that he'd been fighting against came roaring back. He'd distracted himself last night with the trouble with Remy and then this morning with the peace of Remy being okay and then their passion. But now that he was faced with these people, he couldn't distract himself anymore. He was going to have to meet his lovers' friends, people who hadn't known of his existence, and he was going to have to face them after that scene he'd put on last night. Spencer gave them a shy smile before Remy drew his attention back by yanking on his hand and pouting at him. "Y'r so mean, Penny. Why y' pickin' on po' Remy like dat?"

It was easier to focus on Remy and Logan, the feel of them in his mind, than to focus on the people at the table. Rolling his eyes, Spencer reached up and brushed his hand over Remy's cheek before startling him and flicking a finger at the tip of his nose. "Because you're easy."

"Fo' y' and Wolvie? Oui." The impish remark was given with a wink and a smile that wiped away his pout. He pulled Spencer forward while everyone was laughing and led him to the seat right by Logan. "Here, y' sit, cher. I'll get y'r precious coffee fo' y'. Y' need more, Logan?"

"Sure." When Remy bent to get his cup, Logan caught his chin and stole a kiss. He let go, pleased at the warmth in Remy's cheeks and the slightly dazed look in his eyes. "Good to see you're feeling better, Gumbo." He said. He smirked as Remy took his cup away. Spencer had curled up in the chair beside him and Logan turned to him now, reaching over to cup his face and pull him in for his good morning kiss. As always, Spencer melted into him, forgetting for a moment that they had an audience. Shy he might be, but he always lost all ability to really think when they touched him or kissed him. When Logan let go, Spencer settled back into his seat with a small humming sound, a tiny smile teasing at his lips. As Logan picked his paper back up, Spencer looked at the three across from them and his brain finally started to catch up with the rest of him. As it did, Spencer felt his cheeks heat a little. The last time these people had seen him, he'd been barking orders in their medical lab and curling himself around Remy while dressed in clothes that weren't really his—and all that was after his first initial meeting with Jean where Logan had been deliberately ambiguous about his relationship with Spencer. His cheeks were bright red as he looked at them. "Ah, hey. Good morning."

The answering "Good morning" from Scott carried a hint of obvious humor to it. Jean said nothing, only watching him curiously. But Ororo was smiling at him like he was a long lost friend come home. "Good morning to you as well, Spencer. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. I have heard many wonderful things about you."

Spencer couldn't help his soft smile. How could anyone resist the sweetness of this woman? Her emotions were warm and kind with a depth that not many people had. There was just a hint of wildness underneath the surface, an edge that could surface when needed, that told him that her namesake of Storm was apt. With all the respect and manners his mother had taught him, he bowed his head briefly at her. "The pleasure is all mine, I assure you. I've also heard wonderful things about you and I'm very glad to finally be able to meet you face to face."

Remy appeared between him and Logan, setting down a cup in front of each of them. "Charmer." He teased Spencer.

Scooping up his cup, Spencer lifted an eyebrow at him. "And you have room to speak?"

"How y' t'ink I recognize it?" With a laugh, Remy took his own cup and moved to the open seat on Logan's left, putting him at the end of the table. Long limbs folded into the chair with a grace that was enviable. Spencer watched him for a second, simply admiring, and he felt Remy's pleasure at his admiration. The man loved to be watched.

He was drawn back from his contemplation by Jean making a soft sound meant to get their attention. When he looked back he found her looking back and forth between the three of them. "Pardon me if I sound rude," She told them, looking from one to the next. "But is someone going to explain what's going on here?"

"What do y' mean, Jeannie?" Remy asked.

Oh! Spencer looked over at him and realized that the man had no idea how Logan had introduced him or what had happened when he'd showed up. Though travels faster than words, so Spencer reached out to Remy's mind and, after making sure it was okay, showed him his arrival and Logan's 'introduction'. He didn't stop to think about just how much he was letting Remy feel with that memory. When he was done, he was surprised to see that Remy looked annoyed, not amused like he thought he'd be. The Cajun turned in his seat and scowled at Logan. "Y'r such a shit, Logan." He snapped out.

Surprised, Logan looked up from his paper. That hadn't been the reaction he'd been expecting either. "What're you talking about?"

"Did y' even t'ink about Spencer when y' was setting up y'r joke, huh?" Remy demanded. He sat up a little straighter and glared. "How y' t'ink it felt fo' him when y' just let people t'ink he weren't no better dan a piece of ass y' was using to cheat with, huh? Y' t'ink he found it funny?"

"Now wait a damn minute," Logan growled out in annoyance.

Oh, hell, this wasn't what he'd wanted to happen. Spencer set his mug down on the table and sat up a little straighter. "Remy, it's fine. It was just a joke." He one hand on Logan's arm, hoping to keep him from snapping back, and he tried to inject a soothing quality to his words in the hopes of getting Remy to relax. "I didn't have any problem with the joke. Really, I didn't, I promise."

"Den what de hell had y' so upset, huh?" Remy demanded sharply. "An don't say y' wasn't. I felt it, cher. Y' was hurting over somet'ing."

Spencer cast a quick glance around the table and then brought his eyes back to Remy. "This isn't the time or the place for this." He finished his thought in mind speech, making sure that it went to both men. /It's not what you think, Remy, so just calm down. I found Logan's joke funny, and you would've too if you'd been in Logan's shoes. It's just the sort of joke you'd play, so don't get so huffy with him/

/I'll get huffy as I want when I feel y' hurting like dat/ Remy sent back.

"So wait a minute." Jean's voice interrupted their silent conversation. "You're trying to say that this was some joke? That you were trying to let us believe that you were cheating on Remy?"

Logan shrugged one shoulder. "Seemed funny at the time."

"But…" She bit her lip and snuck a look at Spencer, obviously hesitant to finish her thought, and Spencer realized that she was probably thinking about that jolt of lust he'd let out while he and Logan were together. She must've felt it and figured out where it came from. His blush came back brighter than ever.

He was saved from having to say anything by Remy's amused snort. "Course it was a joke." Some of his temper had faded away and his look was one of more annoyance and love now as he looked at Logan and shook his head. The look was common enough between them that Spencer relaxed a little more and Logan smiled back. Remy shook his head again, but he was smiling just a little when he turned back to Jean. "Logan aint cheating on me. Spencer's ours."

"Yours?" Jean asked, obviously confused.

A slow smirk was touching Scott's lips. One look at him and Spencer knew that he, at least, knew what was going on, and that he was enjoying his wife's confusion. He leaned towards her and laid his hand on her arm, drawing her eyes towards him. "They mean they're together." He told her, lips quirked up ever so slightly. There was a certain look to his face, and to Jean's, that told Spencer there was another conversation going on under the surface. If he focused, he could catch the faint whisper of it, a low murmur at the edge of his senses. Long time practice had him blocking it out. Eavesdropping on telepathic conversations wasn't an ability he liked to brag about and it wasn't one that he liked to use.

They could all see as Jean finally understood what was going on. Her light complexion made her blush easy to see. It lit up her cheeks and had Logan grinning, Remy laughing, and Spencer trying to hide his own blush. "Oh!" She exclaimed. Turning, she ran her eyes over them, lingering just a little on Spencer. Then they moved to Logan and narrowed a little. "That wasn't funny, Logan! You had me worried!"

"Seemed pretty funny to me." He said, smirking. "Teaches people to mind their own business, don't it? Our relationship aint no one's business but ours."

And just like that, Logan let it be known loud and clear just how he felt about anyone trying to butt into their relationship. The look on Jean's face said she caught the not-so-subtle message. Logan nodded at her and smiled.

Spencer watched as Logan started to fold the newspaper he'd been holding this whole time. Happy for the chance at a distraction, he sat up a little straighter and turned to his mate. "Are you done with that, Logan?"

The man nodded and kept folding. "Yep."

"Would you mind if I read it?"

Blue eyes flashed over to him and a small hum of amusement traveled down the bond. "Mm. Maybe."

The playful tone to Logan's voice had Spencer smiling. "Please?"

Settling back in his seat, Logan held the paper in his hands, watching Spencer with laughter in his eyes. "I dunno. What do I get outta it?"

Now wasn't that a loaded question? /What do you want?/ His mental voice held just a hint of a purr to it

Logan's answer actually surprised him. "Sparring. I wanna see what you can do when ya finally stop holding back."

To give himself a moment to think, Spencer took his first drink off his coffee, enjoying the taste of it. He gave a hum of satisfaction at that first drink; Remy had made it perfectly. He smiled his approval at the man and felt the little spark of pleasure Remy got at that. Then he turned his attention back to Logan's offer. A spar, no holds barred. The older man had wanted that with him for a while. They'd all sparred slightly together before in random places, but Spencer always held back. They'd never been in a place where he truly felt comfortable fully letting go. Logan had always wanted to test them against one another. Spencer had a bit of an advantage if he really let himself fight with others. He could open up his shields just enough to let him get a feel for the person he was fighting, letting his telepathy and empathy twine together in a way that let him practically predict what the other party was going to do, gleaning it off their surface thoughts and emotions and reacting to it before they'd even started moving. But with Logan, when he really fought his feral side showed more, his movements instinctive and automatic, no real deep thought to it. He always said he was curious about how Spencer would do without that added edge of being able to predict the other's moves.

"I don't know." Spencer said slowly. "Seems like a lopsided deal. A no holds barred spar in exchange for a simple morning paper?"

"What if I throw in dinner tonight, somewhere that aint here?"

The idea was appealing and Remy's obvious excitement at the prospect cinched the deal for Spencer. He took another drink before nodding. "Deal." He took the paper that Logan now handed him and settled in to read it as Remy struck up a conversation with Scott about some piece of artwork they were apparently looking to put in the library. Other people started to file into the room. Spencer kept half an ear tuned to the people around him while the rest of his attention was focused on the paper. When a hand settled on his thigh, he smiled but said nothing. The atmosphere around here was relaxed and comfortable and he enjoyed it. It was kind of surprising, considering the events of last night, but judging by stories he'd heard from his mates, trouble like that wasn't exactly uncommon around here. Maybe they'd just learned to take it all in stride. Spencer mentally shrugged over it and turned his attention back to his paper.

It didn't take him long to finish it. He folded the paper up just as a few new people came into the room. When he set the paper on the table, he saw Scott watching him, a hint of curiosity coming off the man. "Were you looking for something in particular?" Scott asked him.

Not quite sure what he meant, Spencer shook his head. "No. I read the paper each morning. It's a good way to keep abreast of the things going on around oneself."

"I often skim through the paper myself, just to see if there is anything of interest." Ororo input.

Laughter from Remy drew eyes towards him. "He wasn't skimmin', Stormy. De homme was reading. He really reads dat fast. Aint dat right, mon amour?"

Oh! Now Scott's question made a little more sense. After being with the team for so long, Spencer had grown used to being around people who knew his abilities and didn't question them. The officers they dealt with in their work often asked questions, but the team generally fielded those questions for him so that he never really had to deal with this anymore. It made him forget sometimes that there were people who didn't know and who were still surprised by his abilities. His cheeks heated with his blush. "My apologies. Yes, I actually read that fast. I've been recorded reading at a speed of twenty thousand words per minute."

"Memorizes it all, too. He could read the whole thing back without lookin at it. Kid's a genius." Logan added in.

Spencer didn't get a chance to argue that before Jean spoke up. "I'd wondered, what with hearing that you're a doctor. What's your degree in, Spencer?"

"I've three Ph.D.'s, actually. Mathematics, chemistry and engineering. I also have B.A.'s in psychology, sociology and philosophy." Unable to help himself, he turned to look at Logan. "And I still maintain that intelligence cannot be accurately quantified."

From his seat, Remy gave a very Wolverine-like snort. "Cher, y' got an IQ of 187 and dey say dat's reportedly higher dan Einstein's. And y' got dat eidetic memory of y'rs too. T'ink y' really can't deny de genius label, me. Y' t'ink y'd be used to hearing it by now."

"Intelligence comes in many different forms, Remy. Just because I have the capability to be smart in things that deal with books and knowledge shouldn't qualify me as a genius."

"Spencer, y' graduated high school at twelve. Y' was fourteen when y' got y'r first degree!"

"I'm not denying that I have book smarts." Getting into the debate, Spencer leaned forward a little, looking around Logan to better be able to see Remy's face as he debated with him. "But when you apply the label of genius to someone, people automatically assume that they're perfect in everything. To the average person, a genius is intelligent in everything and that is far from the truth. In fact, there are things I'm quite below average in." He paused and smiled a little. "Morgan often tells me I suffer from social retardation."

The laughter that comment drew reminded Spencer that they had an audience. Quite a few more than he'd realized. But even Logan was laughing at him. It was Scott who grinned and asked "What is social retardation? Or do I even want to know?"

"I ah, I tend to miss certain social cues." Lifting his cup, he looked down at the liquid inside, avoiding looking at the people around him. "Usually Morgan only says that to me after I've rambled too long."

Logan's hand was still sitting on Spencer's thigh and it gave a reassuring squeeze now. At the same time, Remy neatly steered the conversation away, launching into a story about the last time they'd come to see Spencer and they'd been out drinking with Derek. It was a perfect distraction and it took the attention of the room off of Spencer and put it onto Remy, who had no problem being in the spotlight. Spencer curled up a little in his chair, tipping just enough sideways that he could lay his head on Logan's shoulder. He felt a kiss be dropped on top of his head and he smiled into his coffee cup. He got through the rest of his coffee without being bothered much anymore. When he finished the cup, he looked down at it, contemplating how badly he wanted the next cup. Did he want it badly enough to actually get up and get it? He was awfully comfortable. Sneaking a look up, he saw Remy wasn't talking at the moment and he debated asking him for more coffee. Remy caught his look and tipped his head to the side curiously. Spencer smiled and held up his coffee cup.

A soft laugh slipped from Remy. "Remy got y'r first one. Get up off y'r ass and get it y'rself."

/But I'm comfy/

His mental whine did nothing to persuade Remy. The Cajun just adjusted a little more in his chair, deliberately getting comfortable. "Mebbe Remy's comfy too, oui?"

How badly did he want to stay where he was? Spencer debated that for a second before deciding it didn't matter how badly he wanted to stay in his seat—he couldn't back down now, just on principal. He couldn't let Remy win. He tipped his head just the slightest bit, letting some of his hair slip down toward his face. It didn't shield his eyes, but it gave him a different look. Then he looked right at Remy and pouted a little, even putting his eyes into it. "Please?"

Remy only held out against that for about fifteen seconds. Abruptly he scowled and set his cup down before reaching out to snatch Spencer's. "Y'r such a shit, Spencer." Still, the words were said with a wave of love that took any sting out of them.

Humor was bright in Ororo's voice when she turned to Spencer and said "You must teach me how you do that. My brother has proven immune even to my own pouting."

"Non!" Remy called over to them. "Y' keep y'r mouth shut, Spencer Reid. Bad enough y' get y'r way with Remy. Don't need y' teaching lessons to others. Merde, y'r gonna ruin m' rep."

Logan chuckled and drained the last of the coffee from his own mug. "Yer a pushover, Gumbo. Kid's got you wrapped around his finger and ya know it."

"Y' aint got no room to talk, Logan, so y' just hush."

When Remy came up, Spencer sat up so that the Cajun could lean down between him and Logan to set the cup down. Spencer caught a thought from Logan's mind and grinned, quickly grabbing his cup and sliding it out of the way to be safe right as Logan slipped a hand back and gave Remy's ass a smack that made a loud 'crack!' in the room and had Remy jumping. When the Cajun turned a scowl on him, Logan just scowled right back. "Tell me to hush again, Gumbo. I dare ya."

Those were the wrong words to utter. Spencer knew that you never, ever, dared Remy to do something. It was one way of guaranteeing that it would get done. He saw Ororo grin and knew the woman was thinking the same thing. As entertaining as this would be to watch, Spencer figured they'd given the breakfast table enough of a show. More people were filing in now and he didn't feel like trying to split up a fight between these two with a giant audience. After a quick debate, Spencer followed impulse and reached up, catching Remy's hip and giving a twist and a tug that had the Cajun toppling right down into his lap. He vaguely thought to himself that it just wasn't fair that Remy managed to still look graceful while falling. The little shit.

Amidst the laughter of the room, Remy just threw his head back and shook his hair out of his face, grinning at Spencer. He brought his arms up and twined them around his neck. "Bonjour, mon amour."

Spencer shook his head, adjusting his arms to rest loosely around Remy's waist. "Quit taunting Logan. It's far too early for me to referee the two of you."

"Mais it's fun!"

"If that's what you truly want." Spencer trailed off and shrugged a shoulder before starting to unwind his arms. "I'll just take my coffee and step outside for some fresh air. You can come find me when you're done."

As he'd known would happen, Remy's arms tightened around him. The man wiggled a little to better adjust to his seat in Spencer's lap. "Non. Remy's happy right here, cher."

And he was, too. Spencer could feel it. He could feel the love and happiness from both of his partners, rolling over and around him, wrapping him up and filling up the parts of him that had been empty since the last time he'd seen them. It'd been way too long without this. With the feel of their emotions and their minds with him. The stronger their links got, the more he felt them, even if it was just the comforting weight there even without actual thoughts or emotions. When they were far apart, there was a tiny weight in his mind, a presence that was them. He'd forgotten what it was like to be alone in his mind anymore. There was a part of them, always there, and that was just the way he wanted it. He lived for the moments like this where they were both right here with him, in him in ways no one else could be.

A wave of love spilled over to him. Remy's arms pulled at his neck and Spencer's lips were caught up in a kiss that melted him. Soft lips, the light rasp of yesterday's beard growth, a hint of teeth at the end, all things that said 'Remy' to him. When they pulled apart, Spencer opened eyes he hadn't even noticed he'd closed and he felt his lips curving up in a smile that matched the one on Remy's lips. They weren't alone in their moment, either. Logan was right beside them and his emotions and thoughts were easy to read. His happiness at being with his boys, his pleasure at seeing them together, and the love that was always there. The moment was perfect and right. It was everything he'd been needing. Coming out here had been the smart thing to do. How he could've doubted them wanting him here, he had no idea. But he was here now, he was with his mates, and there was nothing else in the world that mattered.