Talk of sex

Sometime in the past.

Their eyes were fixed on the water. There were ducklings and cygnets fluttering and swimming about in the surface of the lake. It was a warm day, and calm. They were eating fish and chips out of cardboard boxes with wooden forks, though had since abandoned them for fingers, which was much easier.

They were sitting on the grass and a family beside them was having a picnic. Remington threw a chip at Andy and smiled. Andy shook his head and threw it back, said, "you're such a child."

"I know," said the younger, eating another one. "Hey, Andy. I have something you should know."

"Oh yeah? What is it?"

Remington smiled again. "I love you."

The man hummed. "I know."

"You know?"

"Please, you're obvious."

"Am not."

Andy laughed. "Oh love, you so are."

"You're supposed to say it back," Remington said with a pout.

"I've already said it."

"Say it back."

"Admit you're obvious."

He huffed. "I'm not."

"Fine, then I'm not saying it back. Your loss."

"You're a dick."

"I know. I love you, too. Look at that one, it's adorable." He pointed at a duckling.

Remington smiled, threw another chip. "They're all adorable. Don't say it."

"You're adorable."

"I don't love you anymore."

"Aww, I'm gutted."

"Shut up, idiot."

Andy lay back on his elbows and picked up the battered fish with his fingers. "This is making me well greasy," he said carelessly.

"I'll make you well greasy."

"You're nasty." He bit into it. "Uh, yum."

"Moan again, I dare you."

Andy looked at him and rolled his eyes. "Suck me off and maybe I will."

Remington snorted. "You wish, perv. I refuse to suck you off."

"Why? What's wrong with my dick?"

He shrugged and smiled. "Maybe it's just so big and my mouth is too small."

"I'll take that."

"And it's platonic, so..."

"Sure, sure. Whatever you wanna believe, sugar plum." Andy took another bite of the fish. "What d'you wanna do later?"

Remington shrugged again, picked up his fish. "Go back to yours?"

"To suck me off?"

"No. To suck me off."

"Ha, you wish."

"You did it the other night."

"Your point?"

"Aw, but I'm so horny though."

"Shame," Andy said, "'cause it's so platonic, so I can't help you."

"Piss off."

"You're the one that said it."

"It's called friends with benefits."

"It's called being gay."

"I'm not gay."

Andy laughed. "I had your dick in my mouth and you had my dick in your arse, you just said you love me, and you asked me to moan again, but sure. Not gay at all."

"Platonic," Remington mumbled, biting the fish. "Oh, shit, that's well lush."

"Gay," Andy mumbled back. "Only someone who's gay would call fish lush."

"You're just jealous of my vocabulary."

"Sure, of course I am."

"You know you are." Now, Remington turned onto his front, whining when Andy playfully slapped his bum.

"Cute," Andy whispered. "Enjoying that, huh?"

"Shut up."

After the food, they walked back into town and got ice creams on the way to Andy's place, where Remington stayed the night.

The evening was nice. They laughed at people on X Factor and danced around the living room to the worst auditions, singing along to the over-used songs purposefully bad. After X Factor was Ant And Dec's Saturday Night Takeaway and they spent most of that grinding and messily making out, bursting into laughter at a segment of the show and again when Remington insisted that it was purely platonic.

The sex was as good as it always was, sprawled over the living room floor, adopting carpet burn. Andy didn't mind Remington calling him daddy and afterwards, lacking clothes, they went to bed.

In the morning, Remington had to leave because his brothers were nagging him to, so he hugged Andy, reminded him it was purely platonic, grabbed his crotch, kissed him, and left.

Remington didn't particularly like returning to his uptight brothers, who seemed to think they knew him better than he knew himself, which simply wasn't true, so he spent most of the time texting Andy, complaining about them, until Andy agreed to pick him up later and they'd go out to eat.

Emerson and Sebastian treated him like a kid. He supposed it was because he was seen as the immature one, but he was only like that in the first place because of how he was treated. A boy is bound to piss on their beds if they never give him any space to be a twenty-year-old.

By the time he was twenty-one, Remington was practically living with Andy. It had never been said out loud, but most of his clothes were in Andy's wardrobe and he'd stolen the sandwich toaster that Sebastian bought to give to Andy when he mentioned wanting one. Andy thought that was sweet.

Remington much preferred living with Andy. He could stay up as late as he pleased, drink what he wanted, eat whenever he liked. He could be an adult, and above all that, the sex was always amazing.

His brothers suspected things between the two after a few months. Remington would bring up Andy constantly, would mention him casually, would find any excuse to say his name. He worshiped the man. That was damn obvious.

It became more obvious when they saw hickies and Sebastian accidentally and regrettably oversaw a message from Andy saying: u still horny bcos I am, come over? I got more lube and found the handcuffs I mentioned. Am home now, come whenever x.

Remington did come over, of course.