When Life Has A New Perspective

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Remington grabs a bottle of water and walks up the stairs to the guest bedroom. Damn, I wonder if my house is even still standing. He carefully sits down on the bed and gets comfortable. Everything from the night prior is flooding in his head. Damn. So am I gay? Am I bi? He ponders the thought. There is no attraction to women at all. Gay it is. 

The two brothers knock on the door and waits for Remington to tell them to come in. They both sit on the edge of the bed. Sebastian is the first to talk.

"Okay come on, you have to tell me what you all did. And how was it? You know..." He winks.

Remington chuckles and looks up at the ceiling blushing. "We went and saw a movie. Insidious Chapter 3...." The brothers laugh, knowing how well he handles horror movies. "We went to a little pub down the road from there and had the best turkey burger and sweet potato fries. They even had a cool band performing there. It was fun," He smiles and looks at his brothers.

"And then...." Sebastian questions.

Remington shakes his head and chuckles. "I mean yeah, we went to his house. Had some more drinks, watched a movie....." He can't remember what Andy even put on. That wasn't his focus at all. "I guess one thing lead to another...and yeah. It happened. Kind of"

Both the brothers look confused. "Kind of?" asks Emerson. "You can't just kind of fuck somebody. He didn't pressure you into it did he?"

"No, no..." Remington looks down. He feels way to embarrassed to admit to them what happened but he knows they are going to keep asking until he says something. "He...he made me feel things that I never have felt before. It was amazing. I....uh....I just couldn't handle everything....." 

The room goes silent. Sebastian has a shit eating grin on his face and Emerson looks unimpressed. "So now you walk funny," Sebastian busts out laughing. 

"Oh fuck both of you," and Remington throws a pillow at them laughing. 

"Well, heal yourself, we gotta make sure your house is even still there," Emerson chuckles. 


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