GUYS

YESTERDAY WAS EMILES BIRTHDAY (December 16)

TRIGGER WARNINGS : implied smut, smexy times

Remy POV
I marched down the hallway quickly, my heels clicking against the floor of the school building.  Even if it's a Monday with exams starting Wednesday, I'm not planning on coming to school tomorrow.

I passed my Logan and Patton, grabbing Patton by the arm who in turned grabbed Logan.  I dragged the two loves birds with me even though neither of them could really keep up with me. 

I headed down the hallway towards the lunchroom.  Everyone else should be there.  I looked down a hallway to see Roman talking to Jackson.

Taking a shape left, almost making Patton trip, I headed down the hallway to Roman.  He was arguing with Jackson, the two practically yelling at each other.

"Fuck off,"  I said to Jackson, glaring at him right in the eye.  Then I grabbed Roman and dragged him along with me.

We entered the lunchroom.  Roman was yelling at me, Patton trying to ask what was going on, and Logan didn't seem to care. 

"Remy whats going on?"  Patton asked as the shoved the three near our lunch table.  Everyone else was already there. 

Virgil and Quinn were both leaning on Damien.  Roman already looked jealous upon seeing their position.  Emile was chatting with Quinn. 

"It's Emile's birthday,"  I said, resting my hands on Emile's shoulders.  "That means I don't give a flipping flying fuck what you guys are doing tonight, you are coming over and we are celebrating this wonderful human."

"Remy,"  Emile giggled, flushing bright red.  "You all don't have to do that."  He told everyone else.

"Yes you do, if we can celebrate Logan's, then we are celebrating Emile's,"  I told them. 

"I think a party's a great idea!"  Patton said, sitting down next to Emile with an excited smile.

"I don't think my parents would mind,"  Emile mumbled, obviously thinking it over. 

"Perfect,"  I said.  "Buy him presents or I will fight you.  Be there by 5."

I grabbed Emile's hand and pulled him upwards.  I grabbed his lunch with my other hand and then dragged him with me. 

I heard the others laughing and talking about the part behind us.  I looped Emile's arm in mine while shoving all the food back into his lunchbox.

"What are you doing?"  Emile asked with a laugh. 

"It's your birthday,"  I answered. 

"I'm aware of that,"  He laughed. 

"So I'm going to spoil you today,"  I explained.  "And you can't stop me because I've said it before and I'll say it again, I don't give a fuck how little money I have, in spoiling the shit out of you."

"You don't have to do that,"  Emile told me with a giggle, placing a kiss on my cheek.  I just hummed in response, pulling him into the nicer bathrooms in the new wing of the school.

It was lunch so the bathroom was empty.  I shoved Emile into the last stall, putting his lunch box on the coat hanger on the back of the door.

I shut the door and locked it, making Emile blush.  I shoved him against the wall.  Emile let out a shocked mumbled of something as I started aggressively making out with him. 

We kissed for a while, my hands getting tangled in his hair while his arms wrapped around my shoulder.

Eventually we pulled apart, gasping for breath. I placed my arm above his head and rested my forehead on it. I kept my other hand on his hip.

"I don't think that was enough," Emile snickered, still blushing bright red.

"Oh I see," I laughed, moving and attaching my mouth to his neck. Emile let out little gasps as I sucked a huge hickey onto his neck.

"Someone might see that," He mumbled, running his fingers over it worryingly. I moved back into my position and kissed his forehead.

"Good," I murmured.

"Did you really just steal me away from my lunch to make out?" Emile asked. "We kinda do this everyday."

"I know," I said. "And who said I was done."

"More kissing?" Emile asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I believe someone turning eighteen today," I whispered into his ear with a suggestive smirk. Emile shuddered, his blush deepening.

"So how long have you been dating someone underage?" Emile laughed at me.

"We're in the same grade," I argued.

"You were held back in preschool," Emile snickered.

"Shush," I laughed in embarrassment. "I was an idiot then, I'm still an idiot now."

"Don't say that about yourself," Emile chastised me.

"Only because it's your birthday Emi," I teased. Emile rolled his eyes at the nickname.

"I'm pretty sure Patton still thinks your seventeen," He laughed.

"I only say that to confuse my mom who doesn't know how old I am," I mumbled. "If she thinks I'm underage, she can't get rude of me."

"I'm sorry-"

"No, I'm sorry," I interrupted. "I shouldn't have brought up my shit on your birthday."

"It's okay," Emile said, bringing me in for a kiss.

"But now that we're both legal adults," I mumbled into his neck.

"Remy-"

"Only if you want to, we absolutely don't have to, I have other things planned," I told him. "Sorry that was stupid of me to even bring something gay serious up, shit I'm sorry."

Emile cut off my ramblings with a kiss. Cupping my cheeks in his hands, he wouldn't let me move away.

"Can I think about it?" He asked.

"Of course," I told him instantly.

"And if we did have sex, you wouldn't do anything...I don't know...kinky...I'm not really into that kind of stuff," Emile mumbled, his blush taking over his entire face. "I'd wear skirts though." He whispered the last part very quietly.

"Emile I would never do anything you aren't comfortable with," I told him, but then leaned into his ear again. "But I'll keep that last little bit in mind."

Emile nodded, blushing furiously. I laughed a bit at his adorableness. I continued to pepper his face with kisses while he tried to stop his blush before class started back up.

~•~

"That's was fun," Emile laughed, already wearing the panda onesie that Patton had bought him.

"You're so cute," I snickered, taking a picture of him. Emile protested but I just smiled while setting the adorable photo of him as my home screen.

"I gotta say, the pride flag from Damien might be my favorite," Emile said with a smirk.

"Oh, I see," I said, narrowing my eyes.

Emile laughed against before smiling gratefully at me. I had gotten him a hella expensive limited edition Steven Universe guidebook.

He was practically squealing when he opened it up. Emile snuggled up against me, resting his head on my shoulder.

"Get outta the onesie, we're going out to dinner now," I told him.

"Where?" He asked.

"Your favorite," I said in a 'duh' voice.

"Olive Garden?" Emile asked hopefully but then he frowned. "That place is really expensive."

"Don't care," I told him. "Now take off the onesie and get on the motorcycle."

Emile sighed up got up to take the onesie off. He got stuck in the process and I had to held him. I handed him his shoes and led the way to my motorcycle outside.

I climbed on and the helped Emile on. We drove in silence the half hour it takes to get to Olive Garden in the next city over.

It was hell because of how cold it was. But neither of us complained. Soon enough we pulled into the Olive Garden.

We got seated pretty quickly in the corner of the restaurant. We talked causally for a while before finally ordering. Spaghetti for me and ravioli for Emile.

"So..." Emile mumbled. "Is this all we're doing tonight?"

"Well your parents went out," I told him. "We can stay up and watch movies, or we can, ya know, and then stay home tomorrow."

Emile blushed a bit and I couldn't help but laugh at his adorableness. But then he bit his lip and sighed.

"But we have exams in one day," Emile said. "We need review days tomorrow."

"I love that you have the adorable nerd aesthetic but would you rather stay home and study with me, or go to school and deal with annoying people?" I asked. "We can stay home tomorrow no matter what."

"It's tempting," He mumbled. "We could stay up and watch movies all night."

"We could," I agreed. "And ice cream."

"And ice cream," Emile echoed with a laugh.

"What exams do we even have Wednesday?" I asked. "I haven't even started studying for anything."

"Life science and government," He told me with a sigh. "We're staying home tomorrow and I am forcing you to study with me."

"That shits overrated," I laughed. Emile sighed again.

"No kisses if you don't study," He told me.

"You wouldn't dare," I said, letting out a gasp.

"Oh I would," Emile laughed with a mock evil look on his eyes.

"Guess I'll need to get extra tonight then," I said with a smirk. I leaned across the table and grabbed his chin gently to give him a kiss.

"Your foods here," Said a sharp female voice, full of disdain.

I pulled away from Emile and sat back down in my seat. The waitress glared at us while setting our food down.

Emile thanked her while I glared right back. She turned sharply on her heal, disgust clearing written all over her face.

"Faggots," She hissed over her shoulder, just loud enough for us to hear.

My fists clenched in anger and Emile looked down at his food sadly. My blood boiled in anger as I glared at the waitress.

"Don't," Emile mumbled, giving me a look.

"She shouldn't have said that," I growled. "It's your birthday."

"She didn't know that," He sighed. "Please, just ignore it."

"Fine," I huffed, stabbing a meatball harshly with my fork.

~•~

"See, dinner was fun," Emile said happily, swinging our connected hands while we walked up to the front door.

"Only 'cause you were there," I mumbled into his ear, kissing at his neck.

Emile just blushed again, pulling away to unlock the front door.  True to my word, his parents weren't home. 

"Well,"  I mumbled, while Emile shut the door.  "What movie do you want to watch?"

"We don't have to watch a movie,"  He mumbled, walking over to me. 

"You're okay with it?"  I asked gently. 

"Have you done this before?"  Emile asked. 

"Just hookups and shit to try and get over my crush on you,"  I mumbled, scratching the back of my head in embarrassment.  "Only blowjobs and handjobs though, so not...actually...ya know."

"I've never,"  Emile admitted sheepishly. 

"Yeah, I guessed that much,"  I laughed. 

Emile rolled his eyes and stood on his tip toes to kiss me again.  I rested my hands on his hips before picking him up into my arms.

"Are you sure?"  I asked again.   "We've only been dating for like half a year."

"Remy,"  Emile said sternly.  "I do want to.  We've been like best friends for almost four years now."

"I just don't want to hurt you or push you into this if you don't want to,"  I mumbled, voicing my worries.

"You won't, I trust you, and I've wanted this."  Emile told me.  "Now will you please just do the thing already."

"As you wish Emi,"  I laughed, carrying him up the stairs. 

"You don't get to call me that,"  He told me sternly. 

"As you wish Emile,"  I fixed with a laugh, shutting the door behind us.

I gently laid Emile down on his bed and crawled over him.  We started kissing, then hands started roaming, clothes were discarded to the floor.

And we all know what happens now...

~•~

"How ya feeling babes?"  I asked, gently brushing Emile's hair with my hands.  Weak morning sunlight filtered in through the window.

"Sore, tired,"  He mumbled, still not opening his eyes.  "That felt amazing though."

"Glad you liked it,"  I said with a smile. 

We fell back into silence.  My thoughts roamed.  But not down the darker path.  My mind wondered about my future, for the first time in forever. 

I haven't actually thought I might have a future.  I thought I'd end up homeless eventually and then die.

But now, I felt better about my future.  Maybe if I won't end up super rich or with a great house or anything, that's okay.  But I have a good feeling that I'll always have Emile, and that makes me feel better. 

"I'd make you breakfast in bed but I'm pretty sure I'd burn all the food,"  I laughed. 

"You're just being lazy,"  Emile teased, finally opening his eyes.  He looked up at my from where his head rested on my bare chest. 

"Nah,"  I laughed.  "You know I can't cook."

"Well I can't move my legs very well right now,"  Emile pointed out.  "So either carry me down there or bring me up something.  I'm sure you can figure out how to make a bowl of cereal."

"Bet,"  I laughed.  "I can and will fuck up everything."  Emile let out a long sigh.  But then his stomach growled, followed by mind

"You're lucky I love you,"  Emile mumbled. 

"Yes I am,"  I agreed, moving to press a kiss to his forehead.

"Love you Remy,"  Emile mumbled. 

"Love you more,"  I told him.