Slow updates again, I'm sorry! Here's a cute, no trigger warning chapter. Also, I'm about 1/4 way through the first draft of the vampire novel (Gonna call it the same as it is on here) so I'll keep you updated and may need some Beta Readers (People who read the work before anyone else sees it to provide me with anything you notice about plot holes etc as a normal reader - AKA not a professional editor.) If you're interested, hmu on here or on Instagram @tessaknowles747

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Remington turns around in the mirror. "What d'you think?" He asks, grinning.

Andy shakes his head and smiles. "What do I think of what? The clothes you aren't wearing?"

"No, idiot. The tattoo I got."

"What tattoo?"

"Are you blind?"

"Yes. What tattoo."

"This one," Remington says, and touches a finger to his hip. "See?"

Andy raises an eyebrow. "You got naked to show me that?" He kneels and looks at the ink. "I like it. It's pretty. Did you get naked in the tattoo parlour to get it done?"

"No, obviously."

"Good," Andy mumbles, "now go and see Abigail. You're late."

"Yes, daddy."

"Mm, be careful sayin' that while I'm knelt by your-"

"You're so immature," Remington says with a giggles, leaving the mirror to find some clothes. "But look, I've got abs!"

Andy chuckles. "I know, kitty, I can see them. They're gorgeous. You're gorgeous. Here, hoodie." He throws the item of clothing at his husband. "See you later, I've got to go."

"What, where?"

"Interview. I told you last night."

Remington looks at him. "You did?"

"Mhm. Granted, you were very sleepy."

"Anything you say when I'm sleepy doesn't register."

Andy hums, humoured. "Want anything from the shop?"

"Oh! Those glittery pens."

"I meant the supermarket, kitty," the man says with a smile. "Do they sell them in Booths?"

Remington lies back with a shrug. "You're going to Booths?" He asks, "can I come? I like Booths."

"You're meeting Abigail, remember?"

"Oh...yeah."

Frowning, Andy asks, "what's the matter? Your face is all sad."

The boy shakes his head and shrugs. "Have you seen my stripy pants?" He gets up and opens a drawer.

"In the bathroom," the older says, before kneeling on the carpet behind Remington and placing his hands on his small waist.

Remington looks over his shoulder. "What're you doing?"

"Sit."

"What?"

"You're in a mood. Sit."

"I'm not in a mood," the younger claims.

Andy hums, unconvinced. "Sit," he repeats, pulling his husband back until he's on his lap. "Good boy."

"I'm not a dog."

"Shh. Tell me what the matter is."

"There isn't a matter."

"Sure, sure."

Remington pouts. "You'll be late for your interview."

Andy plays with the hem of the hoodie. "Come, now, what's up?"

"The ceiling."

"Why don't you wanna see Abigail?"

"Why didn't you laugh, that was funny?"

"It wasn't."

Remington huffs. "I do wanna see Abigail," he says, answering the previous question.

"The face you made begs to differ."

"I just wanted to be with you today."

Andy makes an emphasised aww sound and Remington huffs. "You're awfully cute."

"Shut up, please."

"You can be with me today later," he tells the younger, "and tomorrow. I'm all yours tomorrow."

"But that's so far away," complains Remington dramatically, throwing his arms in the air to emphasise his unhappiness.

Andy hums and kisses his shoulder. "Something to look forward to. C'mon, I'll drive you into town so you don't gotta walk past that creep again." He gets up, bringing his husband with him. "What was it he did? Threw something at you?" Andy asks, recalling something he was told, after Remington had walked home.

"He shouted a load of insults and threw a bottle of piss at me." At the thought, he laughs dryly. "The bottle was open."

"You didn't tell me that part."

"It was fine, I showered and soaked my clothes in the bath before you got back. That's why they're hanging on the towel rail."

"He threw piss at you?"

"Yes, I thought we established that already."

Andy shakes his head. "Some people," he mutters.

Remington retrieves his stripy pants from the bathroom, dressing and joining Andy in the car, grateful for the man's consideration. He kisses him before opening the door and getting out, the café he's meeting Abigail in just across the street.

The lunch is nice. They talk about things that don't matter and Remington finishes his baked potato without too much thought into how much he's eating. That makes them both smile. Afterwards, they walk up into the woods and along the sheltered path.

He sees the same man again just after he's parted with Abigail, pulling his hood up and looking down in a hope of going by unrecognised. It seems to do the trick and he returns home, piss-free.

When Andy gets back, he announces himself as he unties his laces, grinning when Remington appears with a wide smile and a onesie on. "Evenin', cutie-pie," he says, "you weren't harassed today?"

"Nope. But he was there."

"You could try walking the other way home next time."

Draping his arms around Andy's neck, he whines. "I know, but there's scary alleys that way. I'd rather one creep that twenty-five."

"Mm, true. You smell nice today."

Remington hums. "How was the interview."

"Not bad, but I think the woman is pretty new to the job."

"Was it one of those where it's more like an interrogation that an interview?"

Andy nods and kisses him. "Where they just ask questions like they're reading off a list, exactly. The questions were good, though. Oh, I got you something." He bends down, picks up a plastic shopping bag, and takes something from inside it.

"You got the glittery pens!" Remington gushes, taking the packet. "So Booths does sell them."

"No, Booths does not. But you know who does?" He pauses dramatically. "WHSmith's."

"But there isn't a WHSmith's near the Booths."

Andy shakes his head with a smiles. "Why'd you think I'm later home that I said?"

"You went all the way to WHSmith's just for these? For me?" He looks at the man with wide eyes.

"You bet your ass, I did."

"I literally could cry right now, that's so thoughtful of you."

Maintaining his smile, Andy carries the other bags through to the kitchen. "I hope they're the right ones. Oh, I also got you orange juice, strawberries, and those cupcakes that you like. The ones with the little stars on them."

Remington puts a hand to his heart. "I feel like you're my sugar daddy right now," he says jokily.

"I'll be your sugar daddy any day, baby boy. Just say the word."

"What word would that be?"

"Daddy, I assume."

"Okay, daddy." He opens the packet of pens, and pulls a pink one out. "What if you secretly have a sugar daddy and that's why you've got so much money?"

"Imagine me with a sugar daddy!"

"I am...it's disturbing."

"Agreed."

Remington takes the cap off the pen and tests it on his hand, drawing a little heart.