Black Waves

When He Gives Him A Choice

Both of their shows were mediocre at best. Even the fans kept asking what was wrong with the couple and Remington couldn't even produce a fake smile. Much to Sebastian's dismay, Andy convinces Remington to sleep with him in their room together that night. 

Remington sleepily turns on the shower and undresses, waiting for it to heat up. Andy enters the room behind him and watches him get in. He is so fucking beautiful. Andy undresses as well and steps in behind his husband, who is letting the water soak over his hair. Andy rubs his lover's back and gets a loofa, spreading some body wash onto it and gently washing him. Remington moans in relief and Andy smiles at him. Remington turns around to let the water wash off the soap on his back when he looks at Andy who is still smiling at him. The makeup and concealers are slowly washing off, showing the extent of Andy's marks all over him. Remington looks at him up and down and hugs himself, feeling defeated. Andy notices and wraps his arms around him, pushing Remington's wet hair out of his face. He takes the shampoo and scrubs his husband's scalp with it, trying to help him relax. Everything about him is so rigid. I really ruined him. I fucking ruined him.

They both step out and cover up in towels. Remington walks back to the closet and finds a pair of boxers, joggers, and a shirt. Once he has dried off he gets dressed and lays at the farthest edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone. Andy get's dressed in just boxers and lays down, sighing at Remington who wants to be as far away as possible. He also never wears this much clothes to bed. 

Andy goes through the pay per view movies and finds Suicide Squad, putting it on hoping it'll cheer his husband up even in the slightest. He feels Remington jump when the enchantress is revealed. Andy pulls him into his arms and shushes him, forgetting how easily scared he can be. Andy's phone keeps going off but he ignores it, knowing who it is from. Remington tenses up every time he hears the notification go off. Andy rubs his husband's side, showing him that all the attention is on him and the movie. 

He jumps at a couple more scenes and Andy makes sure to protect him each time. The last time it happens Andy rubs his lover's body, calming down the shakiness. Instead he feels slight shaking from his husband's silent sobs. He picks him up and puts him in his lap and rubs his back, letting him cry it out. Andy kisses his wet cheeks and rubs his head. 

"Answer the fucking messages Andy. I'm sure he misses you too," he barely whispers out. 

Andy shakes his head and hugs his husband. "I want nothing to do with him Remi. Just you. Please let me prove it."

"Then fucking tell him that. Tell him I'm your husband. Tell him you fucked up and regret ever meeting him. Tell him you regret fucking him and he was a bad time. Tell him I am the greatest fuck you've ever had and you only want my body. Go on."

"Remi..."

"Exactly Ands. You can't because you have feelings for him." Remington gets up and Andy quickly follows him, grabbing his arm. 

"Get the fuck away from me Andy!" He yells, with tears going down his cheeks and down his neck. 

Andy grabs his phone from his pocket and calls Austin, still holding onto Remington's arm.

"Andy! My dark horse! Where are you? I fucking miss you. Come stay with me another night."

"Listen Austin. We shouldn't have done what we did. I'm not in love with you. I'm in love with my husband. I only want him in my life."

"You sure weren't thinking of your precious hubby when I was sucking your cock."

Remington winces and looks down, feeling worthless.

"I know your body baby. I know what you like and don't like. I'm the reason you found out you were gay! Maybe we can have your hubby join us next time for a big three some."

"No, never again Austin. I fucked up big time. I only want him. I only need him. The thought of what we used to have is what turned me on. Not now. Not you. And it wasn't even that great. But Austin, don't ever fucking contact me again."

He hangs up the phone and looks at his husband, who looks neither pleased or displeased. Just defeated. 

"What can I do sweet heart. Please."

Remington smiles and wipes his tears away.

"Let me fuck another man. We can call it even."