Dance for Me

18

ANDY'S POINT OF VIEW:

His brown eyes stare from the dead man back to my own, shock written all over his face. Fuck I'd never do this to you baby, don't even worry. You weren't supposed to see any of this.

"So," he whispers, staring at the man hanging from the wall. "This is what you meant when you said you were taking care of it?"

I take one step closer to him and he doesn't budge. That's a good sign. "Remi, I didn't want you to ever have to worry about getting hurt by him again." I take another slow step in his direction, raising my hands up to show him I'm not going to hurt him. "What are you even doing out of bed baby?"

He licks his lips and his hands are fumbling together, oh fuck he's nervous. Calm down Remi, it's okay.

"I heard a lot of shouting...you were gone...I thought you were just hurt or or something."

I finally reach in front of him, keeping my hands where he can see them. "Are you mad?"

Remi shakes his head slowly, dragging his eyes away from the bloody thing and into mine. "Just, um, shocked, confused maybe?"

"Why?" I gently grab his hands, rubbing them as I pull him closer to me.

"You- I...um...did you do this...um..for me? Or did something um else happen?"

"Just for you," I whisper, releasing one of his hands and pressing my palm into his cheek. He instantly nuzzles his face into it and closes his eyes. It's hard to read him right now, does he want to run? He looks scared as hell.

"Um, I don't, I don't um, like being down here but like I got scared and I um didn't want you hurt," he fumbles his words, oh baby don't be scared!

"Can, um, when you are done, meet me upstairs? Back in your room?"

I nod slowly, watching him wearily turn around and take one step at a time up the stairs, making barely any sounds. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck! I don't want him scared of me! Fuck how do I get him to trust me?!

I step into the bathroom down here and clean the drops of blood on my face, washing my face and hands rigorously. I text Ricky and James to come clean up the mess while I quickly run up all the flights of stairs, trying to think of the best way to get him to understand why I had to do this. He was hurting you baby! He even told me more than you did! Drake didn't deserve any more air that fucking oxygen thief.

I slowly open my door, readying myself to make up some excuse, when I see my Remi sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at me calmly. No tears? No shaking? No panic attacks? Huh?

"Remi," I say quietly, turning around to close the door. As I turn back around I feel his thin arms wrap around my neck, smashing his plump lips into mine. Wait, what?

He shoves his tongue in my mouth and fuck it feels so good, ugh he tastes amazing. He pulls me backwards onto the bed and pulls me on top of him now wrapping his arms around my waist. I'm too shocked to even question this, ugh this is what I've been dreaming about.

The black haired beauty grabs my hand, bringing it to his mouth and kisses my fingers gently. "You could have been hurt Andy...he could have hurt you."

"Never baby," I whisper, gulping as I feel his wet lips against my knuckles. "Are you okay?"

"More than okay," he giggles, shoving my pointer finger in his mouth and sucks it gently, caressing his tongue all over it. Fuck. Oh fuck. This is turning me on so much! "I want you to be my first fuck, Mr. Biersack. I want to taste you again and even more. I want you to touch me, make me feel good. Really, really good," he licks his lips, dragging my hand now to the top of his thighs. Oh, fuck he's already hard, god yes baby!