Does it make me a selfish bitch if I ask you guys to send my story to Thomas

Please make my dream come true

I'm sorry I'm being pushy about this

This dress minus the shoulder straps
Remember it

TRIGGER WARNINGS : talks about some inappropriate stuff

Emile POV
"Take care of yourself!"  Patton yelled at me while throwing a cookie at my face.  "Or I'll sick Remy on you!"

"Okay," I laughed gently, brushing cookie crumbs from my hair.  I let out a sigh but stood up.  I gathered my notebook and headed towards the stairs.

Logan continued to work on Wylan. Roman and Virgil didn't say anything to me when I passed by.

I headed up the stairs slowly, only tripping over my own feet a few times. I don't know why I'm so tired.

I've been getting enough sleep and I haven't been overworking myself. I'm just really tired for some reason.

The door to my room with Remy didn't come fast enough. I don't like being at the end of the hallway.

Remus passed me on the way by, headed downstairs. He face was flushed a bright red and he was holding a tissue to a bloody nose.

"Are you okay?" I asked him, making him pause.

"Evan's too fucking cute I can't process it," Remus grumbled. "How the hell do I make tea?"

"Boil water, pour it into a mug, and then put the tea bag in it," I told him with a laugh. But the laugh was quickly overrided by a yawn.

"That makes no sense," He whined, brushing the blood from his nose away.

"Just ask Patton to help you," I suggested.

"Whatever," Remus sighed, heading towards the stairs again.

I pushed over the door to the bedroom. The curtains were shut, blocking out all the sunlight.

There was a snoring lump on the bed that could only be Remy. I walked over to the bed after shutting the door.

I pulled off his sweater and tie, discarding them on the floor. Remy's jacket and jeans laid at the edge of the bed. I unbuttoned my shirt, replacing it with an avatar shirt.

I kicked my pants off before pulling the bed covers back. Usually Remy sleeps like he's in a coma but he work up pretty much right away.

"Is it bedtime?" He mumbled, still half asleep.

"No, I'm just really tired," I mumbled, ending in a yawn.

"You better not be working too much," Remy said, instantly awake.

"I'm not," I assured him. "I'm just really tired."

"Wonder why," Remy whispered as I laid down.

He easily got his arms around me and pulled me to him. I snuggled up against Remy. He gently pulled my glass off and set them next to his sunglasses on the nightstand.

"Maybe I'm just rubbing off on you," Remy suggested with a laugh.

"Maybe," I mumbled with a yawn. I closed my eyes, pressing my face into the crook of Remy's neck.

"You're adorable," He said, pressing a kiss to the top to the top of my head.

"Nah," I mumbled, already starting to drift off.

"You are," Remy whispered. "Love you,"

"Love you too," I whispered back before falling asleep.

~•~

Remus POV
I headed down the hallway to Evan and I's old room. I've been looking for him for a while, Quinn finally told me where he was.

We're in a bit of a calm spot in the middle of the crazy storm that is Corruption. So I'm going to take this moment to cuddle my baby boy.

Evan needs more cuddles in my opinion. I guess my touch starved ass does too since no one but him actually touches me.

I pushed open the door to our old room.  But I had to pause in the doorway as the most intense gay panic ever hit me. 

Evan was lounging on a pretty white chez lounge.  He wore a beautiful pink dress that made him look like a literal angle.  It fell off his face beautifully, framing his delicate body and curves perfectly. 

He was fiddling with a pretty white flower.  I don't know what it is but it's pretty.   The sun filtered in front the windows.  It gave him a sort of halo around his head. 

A new flower crown sat in his head.  It was really pretty and fit in with his soft curly hair perfectly. 

One leg was propped up a bit, slipping out from the thing fabric.  It exposed his slender hairless leg and a bit of his soft thigh.  Brought out the freckles. 

"Hey Remus,"  Evan giggled, his voice the most beautiful thing.  He hasn't talked much since Ignorance and Jealousy tried to rape him.

He seemed better.  Mentally too.  Especially if he's wearing dresses again.  And one this pretty and revealing. 

"You're so beautiful,"  I chocked out, barely able to form any coherent thoughts other then Evan's beauty. 

"Thanks,"  He said softly. He laid the flower down on his stomach and turned towards me.

I didn't say anything. My jaw just hanging open and blood beading at my nose. I could feel my pants get tighter as the urge to fuck him grew.

But I won't do that. Especially not after what happened with them. But he looks so beautiful. The sleeves hung off his shoulders, exposing his elegant collarbone. The soft freckles.

But my mind twisted the beautiful Evan into a wrecked Evan. One in lingerie instead of a pretty dress. That delicate collarbone littered with hickies. His pretty legs spread for me. His content fave twisted into one of pleasure as I fucked him. Instead of him just saying his name, he was screaming and moaning my name.

No! Stop! Stop thinking of Evan like that! I would've smacked myself if I could actually focus. 

"I'll be right back,"  I mumbled, turning away quickly.  I grabbed a tissue first.

I headed to the bathroom first to quickly get myself off.  I don't want to get any more horny and end up hurting Evan. 

After that, I headed downstairs to make Evan some tea.  Anything to distract myself from the naughty thoughts about Evan. 

"Are you okay?"  Emile asked.  I jumped a bit, onto just now noticing him.

"Evan's too fucking cute and I don't know how to process it,"  I grumbled.  "How the hell do I make tea?"

~~~magical time skip~~~

"I'm back,"  I said, pushing the door open.  Evan was still sitting on the chez lounge but in a less scandalous position.

"Why'd you run off?"  He asked innocently. 

"No reason,"  I told him, moving over to him.  I pulled him up for a deep kiss. "You're just too beautiful to process."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Evan asked with a laugh.

"Yes, it's also a good thing you're talking again," I told him. I picked him up and sat down, sitting him in my lap.

"I felt better after talking about it with Virgil, Quinn and Wylan." Evan said, laying his head on my shoulder.

"The sub club," I mumbled.

"The what?"

"Nothing," I said quickly. I gave him another kiss to distract him. I rested on arm around his waist, the other on my thigh.

"I love you so much," I told him.

"Love you more," Evan whispered, pulling me in for another kiss.