Help Me (sequel to Save Me)

Chapter 94

Trigger warning. Really not that bad I'm going easy on you for a few chapters. :)

Em, can we please talk? I'll come round yours?

Okay. Twenty mins.

Remington smiles and puts his phone down, picking up the letter he got from Sebastian today.

Remington,
I don't have much to tell you, but I wanted to write anyway. It was so good to see you smile when you visited. I hope you're working things out with Emerson. Do it for me?
How's therapy going? How's Andy? I trust he's giving you lots of hugs?? I know how much you need your hugs.
I wish I could write more but I really don't know what else to say.
I love you, bub.
Sebastian.

He folds it up, stands up off the sofa. "Andy?" He calls.

"Yeah?"

"I need your hoodie!"

He hears Andy laugh from upstairs, and smiles to himself, pushing the letter into his back pocket. Andy comes down and wraps his arms around Remington, a hoodie in his hand. "You could've come and got it yourself," he says.

Remington hums. "Yes, but I didn't want to. I'm going to try and fix things with Em in twenty minutes." He turns around in his husband's arms so his back is against the man's chest. "It won't work."

"I love your optimism." Andy kisses his neck.

"Me too. I personally think it's my best trait." He tilts his head back and exhales, content. "But seriously, it won't work. You might have to come rescue me when we start arguing again."

With a soft smile, Andy moves his hands over Remington's torso. "I will always rescue you, pretty. Here, my hoodie. Do you want my shirt, too?"

Remington slaps Andy's hand. "Sure, if you're offering."

"Mm, sorry, I need it for now. You could take it off me later, though, if you like." His voice is suggestive, and Remington holds Andy's hand.

"You never know. Maybe I will." He kisses Andy's knuckles.

"Well now I know why you like it so much when I do that."

"Why can't I take your shirt off now?"

Andy chuckles. "You've got to sort things with Emerson, remember?" His finger touches Remington's lips and the boy bites it. "Gimme a kiss and then I really do have to go."

Keenly obliging, Remington turns around and grabs Andy's face, kissing him hard. "Where are you going?" He asks, pulling away.

"To have lunch with Lonny. He invited you, too, but you need to talk to Emerson."

"I'd rather come with you."

Andy hums. "I know. Come join us after if you like."

"Or I could just come now?" He suggests, tilting his head and pouting, trying to get out of talking to Emerson. He doesn't want to do that anymore.

With a chuckle and a shake of the head, Andy pulls away. "No. You need to talk to your brother. I'll see you later. I love you."

"Ugh!"

Andy leaves, and Remington does his makeup and pulls Andy's hoodie on to try and hide his body. He remembers when he'd take his shirt off at every show and parade around the stage in front of a thousand people in just some skinny jeans, and sometimes a skirt. The memory makes him sad. Life was so much easier back then, before this disorder. But back then he was with Holly, and he was covering up black eyes every night and making up excuses for the bruises and the cuts.