Black Waves

When Is The Right Time For A Sacrifice

After making passionate love all day long, Remington and Andy are exhausted, laying across each other. Andy made up for the lack of orgasms he gave his lover and made sure to have him cum 3 different times, each time had him yelling and his toes curling. Andy pulls Remington close, kissing his neck and smiling. 

"Don't ever think about leaving again baby."

"I won't, I won't," Remington says, snuggling close to the man. "But what the fuck do I do Andy?"

"You never told me how he was black mailing you."

Remington frowns and looks at his boyfriend. "Um, so he's been texting me for a long time. Creepy ass messages. He took photos when he raped me. Really, uh, showing pictures that he is threatening to release to the media." 

Andy rubs Remington's back. "He's been texting me all day today making sure I broke up with you and what to say. Even sent a picture of his fucking gun. Fuck Ands I'm so scared. I don't want him to hurt you."

"So what, he threatened to kill me and your brothers if we didn't break up?"

Remington nods and tears come to his eyes. "He wanted me to go with him to your show tonight. Wanted you to see us together." 

Andy hugs his boyfriend and sighs.

 "Maybe we should pretend to break up and I go with him. I want to see what the fuck he wants and get this shit over with. What if it all stops?"

"Hell fucking no. I don't want you near him. I don't want his slimy ass hands touching you."

"Maybe if you see us together it'll give you the perfect chance to bash his face in," Remington chuckles. "But baby, I don't want you hurt. If he does anything to you I can't live with myself."

Andy sighs, and sits up. "One time Rem. You can pretend one fucking time. God fuck I don't want him fucking you, you're mine."

Remington looks down and whimpers. "Andy, I don't want him touching me either, but if one time is what it takes to get him off your back and shit, I don't care. Let him. I'll pretend to...enjoy it." 

Andy takes his hand and rubs his knuckles. "No Rem, I draw the line. No fucking. Tell him we broke up. Get him happy. Then let's move. We can move to New York or Miami. Chicago if you want. He won't leave the west coast."

His phone starts ringing. It's William. Remington gulps and looks at Andy frightened, telling him to be quiet.

"H..hello? 

Yeah...yeah...we b..broke up. 

Yeah he's upset.

No, please don't post them...what do you need me to do?"

Remington gulps and start to whisper.

"Yeah, yeah I can wear those ones.

Please leave him out of this. If you hurt him I swear to God...

What are you expecting me to do tonight

Please just don't touch me... I cannot handle it

I mean it. I'll do or say whatever you want just please no sex

Leave the gun home... Please don't hurt anyone."

He hangs up and closes his eyes. 

"What the fuck is he expecting you to do? I said no, he's not touching you!"

Remington gets up and heads to the bathroom. "Ands, I don't  have a choice. I'll do whatever I have to do to keep you safe." He turns on the shower and steps in hurriedly. 

"I have to get ready Andy. Can you please slip out of here? Before someone sees you."

Andy heads over to the shower and kisses his lover passionately. "I refuse for you to let him hurt you. God I'm so pissed you are even allowing this."

"No sex, no hurt. Just pretend hurt, then he leaves you alone," Remington says. "And make sure your band knows we aren't, um, together."