Remington Leith: Got home from another stay at the mental hospital yesterday. I did lots of drawing while I was there, these are a few of my favourites. Everyone go shower @andyblack with love and support. He's been feeling down lately.

Confessionsofthecouncil: Confession no. 93 - Remington is literally the most selfless person. He just got back from a mental hospital for like the third time and tells us all to shower Andy with love without mentioning his own mental state. If that isn't true fucking love then I don't know what is.

Saying goodbye to Kacey is hard. Andy can't help feeling like all this is entirely his fault. It's not like he really had a choice though. Recently he's been so tired and stressed and the last thing he needs is a child to look after. But he does wonder if Remington really is as okay with this as he's making out to be. He was so set on adopting Kacey that it must be a shock to not be able to now, specially since they got so close.

"Remington, sweetie, come have a bath with me," Andy suggests in the evening, standing behind the couch and wrapping his arms around the younger's shoulders.

Turning his head to look at Andy, the boy shrugs. "Okay, sure," he agrees, and stands up.

The man smiles. "Good. I'm making tea. Do you want some?"

"Yes please. I'll run the bath." He kisses Andy.

"Mm, sounds good."

Remington goes upstairs and into the bathroom, turning on the taps and searching through the cupboard for bubble bath or a bath bomb, finding a bottle of lavender bubble bath and smiling in satisfaction at it. He pours quite a lot into the water, watching it swirl around under the taps.

Five minutes later, Andy comes in with two cups of tea and a bowl of strawberries, putting them down on the side. "Lavender?"

"Mhm." He pulls his shirt over his head. "Do I look fat?"

Andy frowns at the boy's question. "No. Don't be silly. You're beautiful." The shirt is thrown at him and he catches it with a smile, folding it and putting it down on the side.

"I'm not being silly," Remington pouts, stepping out of his trousers and throwing them at Andy, too.

Catching the clothes, Andy chuckles, glad that his husband is home again. "Are you sure you're okay with this whole Kacey thing?" He has to ask, knowing that Remington most likely wouldn't say if he wasn't okay with it.

The boy steps into the tub, sitting down before replying. "I don't know," he says, "but seeing you so stressed yesterday made me sad. I've never seen you like that before." The warm water is a calming feeling on his body. It's been weeks since he's had a bath.

Andy hands Remington one of the mugs. "I didn't think it had gotten that bad, to be honest," he admits, "but it did feel kinda nice to cry into you for a bit." He steps into the water behind Remington.

"Right? When you need a good cry, it's nice to have someone you can cry into." Remington brings the mug to his lips.

With a smile, Andy wraps his free arm loosely around Remington's waist. "We're eachother's someone," he says.

The words bring a smile to Remington's face, too. "I wouldn't want anyone else."

"Me neither. Don't you be going anywhere."

"We'll be able to visit her, won't we?"

Andy watches him put the mug down on the side of the bath tub. "Absolutely."

Remington reaches for the bowl of strawberries. "How do you feel now?"

A strawberry is handed back to him and he takes it. "Tired, mostly. Better than yesterday, though. I'm glad you're home. I think we both need a lie in and definitely lots of cuddles."

"And I need you to kiss my hand."

They stay in the water for nearly an hour, voices soft and gentle, exchanging words of love for one another. When they finally do get out, neither of them can be bothered to get dressed, and so they lie in bed since it's already quite late anyway, and find something to watch on Andy's laptop.

The laptop runs out of charge an hour or so later, and Remington crawls off the bed to find the charger, laughing when Andy throws a cushion at him. "Fuck you," he jokes, sticking his middle finger up and grinning. "Do that again and I'll bite you."

"Will you really?"

Remington hums. "Wanna try?"

"Do I want you to bite me?"

The boy finds the end of the charger. "Mhm."

Andy chuckles, watching a naked Remington crawling around on the floor. "Where will you bite me?"

"Um...your tongue?"

"Have you got the charger?" Andy asks, amused.

"Yep. I think so. Unless it's the wrong one. You know there's a dead mouse under the bed?"

The man lies on his front, leaning over the side of the bed and poking Remington. "Jenny's a fucking serial killer, I swear. What're you doing under there?"

Remington starts laughing. "I don't know. Losing my mind?" There's a thump and a yelp.

"You okay?"

"I banged my fuckin' head," the younger whines. "Ow." He crawls out from under the bed, charger in hand, and puts it on the bed.

Andy takes the wire, plugging it into the laptop. "Poor baby. Come 'ere."

The boy, pouting, lies half across Andy, humming when a gentle hand rubs the back of his head. "Can I bite your tongue now?" Chin on Andy's chest, he looks up at the man's face with an innocent expression.

"That's a weird question." 

"I'm weird. What do you expect?"

Andy types in the password for the laptop. "Good point. You are weird." He finds what they were watching before and presses play, giving Remington a playfull poke on his cheek.

"So can I?"

"Oh, you're serious."

"Duh."

"You're not gonna stop asking, are you?"

Remington shakes his head. "Nope. I missed you."

Andy raises an eyebrow. "What does missing me have to do with wanting to bite my tongue?"

"Dunno," Remington says with a shrug. "You should be flattered."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, 'cause maybe I wanna bite other parts of you."

Andy chokes on a breath and bursts out laughing, Remington following close behind. "I don't think I want you to bite other parts of me, to be honest. It sounds painful." Again, he pokes Remington's cheek.

Giggling like a school boy, Remington moves up beside his husband, dramatically dropping an arm over Andy's chest. "You don't know until you've tried," he says suggestively.

"Well," Andy begins, putting his hand on Remington's arm. "If you can bite my tongue without laughing, maybe we can try."

"Really?"

"Yeah, 'cause I know you're gonna laugh."

Remington sits up and pulls on Andy's arm until he sits up, too. "Bet you I won't. Stick you're tongue out."

"I can't believe this is happening."

The younger watches Andy open his mouth and stick his tongue out, stopping himself from laughing as he tilts his head slightly and gently bites the man's tongue. Andy stiffles a laugh and Remington bursts into laughter, pulling away. "Oh," he realises, "fuck."

"Too bad, sweetheart."

"That's not fair!"

Andy shakes his head. "I don't make the rules."

"You literally did make the rules."

"Why are you so desperate to bite other parts of me anyway?"

Remington sends his lover a glare, crossing his arms like he's angry.

"Oh dear, was it awfully hard not having sex for three months?"

After a moment of not replying, Remington grins like he's got the best come back, and says, "I'll make you awfully hard."

Andy tries to keep a straight face. "I don't doubt that. If you want me to make you awfully hard, all you gotta do is ask, princess. It won't take much."

"It won't take much?"

"Shh, don't talk over the show."

Remington frowns and hits Andy's arm. "I hate you," he complains, picking up a pillow and gently whacking the man with it.

Eyebrow raised, Andy steals the pillow, pushing Remington down onto his back and kneeling with a leg on either side of him. "Love you too, honey," he says, dropping the pillow onto Remington's head and waiting for him to pick it up. As soon as his head isn't covered, Andy leans down, purposefully grinding his hips as he goes, kisses Remington, and sits up again. "Told you. Didn't take much. See?"

Remington blushes, unimpressed. "Fuck you... Do it again."

Andy does, and knows the lie in tomorrow morning will be well deserved.