Black Waves

When Blowies Fix Everything

The door opens and Andy comes back into the room. He sees his boyfriend asleep on the bed and sighs. He is so beautiful when he sleeps. Andy sits by him and looks at his wrist again. Why the fuck can't he call me when he's like this. Does he not trust me?

He stands back up and rubs his face. They will have to talk about it later. "Rem, wake up, we have to get ready for the album party."

Remington groans and sits up. Andy walks away and finds an outfit for him to wear. Remington is feeling heavy and depressed. He gets up and goes into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Andy knocks and lays a pair of leather pants and a black muscle tank on the sink. "This okay for you?"

Remington nods and looks down, avoiding the man. Andy sighs and fixes his hair and makeup next to him quickly. Remington spikes his hair up and puts on a small amount of eyeliner. 

Andy sits on the bed and waits for his boyfriend to finish getting ready. He feels so guilty for walking out on him. He watches him spray his hairspray one last time and steps out of the bathroom. Andy does a low smile and stands up. He loves it when Remington wears his clothes. "Ready?" 

Remington nods and looks down, following his boyfriend out the door. They both walk down the hotel and get into a taxi. Andy smiles at his lover, who looks down again, sulking from existence. The guilt is tearing Andy apart. He reaches over and grabs the man's hand, who jumps at the touch. "We will talk after this, okay?" Remington pulls his hand into his lap and nods, now looking out the window.

Andy feels his stomach turn over in guilt. Damn I didn't realize I hurt him this bad. He decides to give him space for the rest of the car trip until they get into the venue. They both step out and enter the building. The new album is blaring in the background, drinks are being passed around, people are dancing, and the lights are so low they can barely see. Andy goes to put his arm around his boyfriend and notices he's gone. He sees him on the other side of the room sitting at the bar, busy ordering a drink. 

Andy frowns and walks over to Lonny. He is sitting with two ladies and greets his friend happily. "Finally you showed up you bastard!" 

Andy sits on the seat and sighs, looking defeated. "I fucked up Lonny."

"How many times are you going to fuck in this lifetime?" He laughs and takes a drink of his beer. "Where's Remington?"

"That's what I fucked up with," Andy sighs, grabbing a beer from the table. "We got into our first fight. I walked out on him."

"Well, do you think now it was worth it to walk out?"

"No." He looks down and sighs.

"Then you know what you need to do Andy. Talk to him."

"I tried on the way here a little bit. Shit I even tried to hold his hand. He wanted nothing to do with me."

Lonny sits up and leans forward. "Fuck man, yeah you are in the doghouse. Give him some space. Let him get liquored up here tonight. Then take him home and give him a blowie or something, I don't know what you all do." He laughs and drinks the rest of his beer.

Andy laughs and relaxes. Surely they will be fine, right?