Dance for Me

21

ANDY'S POINT OF VIEW:

It's fucking killing me. Remi is so quiet and on alert, constantly looking over his shoulder when we walked to my car. Baby, don't you understand no one will fuck with you when I'm here? You are mine baby, unless if someone wants a death sentence, you are safe.

I'm waiting on the bed for him to finish his shower, I figured he would want some alone time to wrap his head around whatever is bothering him so bad. Today was my first day back at work and it was slow as fuck. I was gone for one week, one mother fucking week! How are we missing 2k in cash? Jerry that's why. Three goddamn months...I have to turn this place around. I'm about halfway there. Fucking Josef left me a shit show! I wish I would have refused the promotion. This shit is stressful.

I feel so bad, I have to leave in the afternoon and be gone for two days. I'm having an emergency meeting with Jake with the DST's over in Las Vegas. They are more like a brotherhood than a rival. Someone is sniping their members out on the streets and inside their homes, targeting everyone around them to gain leverage of the city. Fucking bullshit. It can't come at a worse time.

We don't know who is causing it for sure but I refuse to risk Remi into it. If the wrong person sees him with me they could target him. Since he works technically in a public setting...it would be setting him up for disaster. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. He's not in the right headspace to be alone though. I don't know what to do.

Remi steps out with a towel wrapped around his waist, rubbing his eyes and yawning heavily. "What time is it?"

"3," I sigh, watching him lean against the doorway. He glances out the window for a moment, his eyes furrowing as he does. I don't know what he will be looking for, no one is ever out at 3 am and it's a gated house.

"We need to talk babe," I smile up at him, trying to calm his nerves. He walks over slowly and sits on the bed next to me, his black hair wet against his beautiful face. Ugh I fucking love his brown doe eyes.

I place my hand on his knee and rub it gently, pressing a kiss on his naked fresh collar bone.

"I have to be gone by noon, I have some business in Las Vegas, something important has come up."

Remi's eyes widen a bit, is he scared? Tell me what's going on baby...

"How long? What's going on?" He looks panicked, gripping onto my wrist.

"About two days, it won't be too long. I just have some, um, shit to figure out with another gang."

He nods, "You won't get hurt though, right?"

I open my mouth to say something but shut it, trying to think of a good way to explain it.

"Cuz you can't go if you are going to get hurt...Andy...please..."

I rub my face quickly and massage his knee, forcing a smile on my face. "I'm not saying it's all going to be okay, I'm not saying anything bad will happen. But it's serious and I have to go, babe. If I don't deal with it now, it could become a lot worse. So can you stay here for me? Don't go to work or anything until I get back, okay?"

Remi bites his bottom lip and stares down at his feet, nodding slightly. When he looks back up he gently moves into my lap, pressing a soft kiss on my lips, his hand falling to the button on my jeans. He fumbles with my button while pressing his lips harder on mine, slipping his tongue inside while he takes over my body and soul.

He slips down onto the floor on his knees, pulling my jeans off and starts to palm me through my black boxers. Fuck it feels so goddamn good. It takes me no time at all to become hard.