Black Waves

When He Wants More

Andy is laying in bed when Remington comes out in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. 

"Really, this is all you got for me to wear?" Remington chuckles and slips on the boxers, then taking off the towel and putting it on the hanger on the door. 

"Oh hush you never wear much clothes in bed anyways." 

The statement makes Remington blush. He gently gets into bed and cuddles his husband, feeling so exhausted. Andy examines the new scars on his wrists and kisses his head. 

"You are too beautiful to be doing this to yourself," he whispers.

"I deserve it," Remington mumbles back.

Andy shakes his head and pulls his lover close, embracing him tightly. Remington sits up and grabs his small bookbag from the side of the bed and pops in two ativans. Andy frowns and looks up at his husband.

"You don't need those Remi. Flush them down to toilet."

Remington shakes his head and lays back down. "They help me sleep. And to a sense become numb." 

Andy frowns and holds onto his lover. "No, from now on let me help you to sleep, okay? No more pills. Those are for fucking anxiety, not to get high with."

Remington nods and closes his eyes.

Remington wakes up the next morning to Ihop sitting all over their bed. 

"I got a little bit of everything delivered."

"I see," Remington chuckles.

Remington grabs the cupcake pancake and moans when he takes a bite. Andy licks his lips but tries to stay situated, eating into his own omelette.

"I haven't had this in foreverrrr." He moans out, devouring it quickly.

"Because you have lost so much fucking weight baby," he mumbles back. 

Remington rolls his eyes and eats some of the bacon. He watches Andy eat and bites his bottom lip, watching Andy's mouth and arms, his hands, everything. He gulps, slowly standing up, catching his lover's attention. 

"Where are you going babe?"

"Bathroom."

Remington walks fast out of the room to hide the bulge growing in his boxers. He sits on the tub and sighs, feeling the deep ache in the pit of his stomach. He pulls down his boxers and begins stroking himself, the anticipated feeling being much more powerful than he remembers. He hasn't touched himself in months either. He hated himself. He didn't deserve it. God it would feel better if it was Andy's mouth... No! Stop! He works at it faster and is quietly moaning, hoping Andy doesn't hear anything. 

His face is flushed and he is working it harder and faster. He closes his eyes, imagining his husband taking care of it like the expert to his body he is. He moans out loud and remembers when Andy had him shoved up against the island, fucking him so hard...

"Baby?" The door opens and Andy stares wide eyed at his blushing and panting husband.

"I...uh..." Remington doesn't know what to say or how to ask for help.

"Shit sorry," Andy whispers, opening the door to leave.

"N...no...." Remington whispers, making Andy stop in his tracks.

"Do you need some help in here?"

Remington nods and Andy smirks, walking to his husband and dropping to his knees. Andy wraps his mouth around him and smiles when he shudders.