Trigger warning just for the very very end where it mentions self harm. Apart from the last sentence, there's nothing triggering :)

Being back on Greek sand makes the lovers happy. They have good memories here. And even though Remington ended up harming himself right before they got married, that memory isn't what he thinks about. He thinks about the wedding, the days spent lying on the beach sharing a bottle of lemonade and talking about nothing in particular. It's been two years since then and it still feels like yesterday. Because, no matter how much may be going on in their lives, they're still just as in love as they were back then, they still could lie for hours with just one another and be content, and at the end of the day, that's what resonates with Remington.

The sun is warm, calming, and the men lie, Remington half on top of Andy, playing with eachother's fingers. They're in the same spot on the beach as they were last time; just by a sand dune, away from the families who are making sand castles and splashing one another with the sea water.

Remington sits up, sunglasses on, and breathes in the warm air. He leans over Andy for the bottle of orange juice they're sharing, though he's been drinking most of it, and unscrews the lid. Andy smiles. He lets Remington finish it off because it's one of the only things beside water and tea that he'll drink. And there's lots of sugar in it which is always good for Remington.

Still lying down, Andy covers his eyes with an arm to protect them from the sun. "I think I'm burning," he says, unbothered.

"Should'a put on some sun cream, mate," Remington responds, putting the empty bottle down.

"Thanks for the sympathy, mate."

The boy lies back down. "Well we can buy aftersun later if you really are burning."

Andy hums. "I brought some with us. I thought you'd be the one to burn, not me."

"What? Why?"

"Dunno."

"Great."

The older sits up. "I'm definietly burning, though. Look, my arm's fucking red."

Remingotn sits up with him, touchin his arm. "You're like a radiator." He giggles at Andy's dissatisfied face. "I'll rub aftersun on you, come on." As he's talking, the singer stands up, picking up the empty bottle and waiting for Andy to join him.

"How come you're not burning?" Andy complains.

"'Cause I put sun cream on, darling, 'cause I'm a good boy."

Andy chuckles. "You are a good boy."

The two walk back to the Villa, Andy carrying the picnic mat they were lying on and Remington carrying the empty orange juice bottle to recyle.

In the house, Andy finds the aftersun in the suitcase, handing it to Remington and sitting on the bed. "What's the time?"

Remington shrugs, pumping the green gel into his hand. "No clue. My phone's in my pocket if you wanna check."

Andy pulls the phone from his lover's pocket, turning it on as Remington kneels on the floor in front of him. "Nearly eight pm," he says, "fuck, thats cold!"

The younger laughs. "Duh." He rubs the aftersun into Andy's arms, Andy finidng it cute how he's concentrating. "Your arms are real smooth," Remington remarks.

"Thanks?"

"Anytime. You know this is gonna sting like hell when you shower, right?"

Andy groans loudly in annoyance. "You should've made me put suncream on."

"Don't blame me, bitch. I'll come shower with you as a...distraction?"

"I'm sure you will."

Remington hums, pumping more of the gel into his hand. "Is it really two years tomorrow?" He rubs his hands together and runs his palms down Andy's forearms and back up slowly. "'Cause if it is, then that's pretty cool."

The contact on his arms makes Andy feel almost sleepy. Everytime Remington touches him he's so gentle and soothing. "Mhm. Two years. I can remember when I proposed like it was last week."

"Oh, in the living room? And I,like, cried my eyes out?"

"I think we both did. You were about to go on tour and I was gonna do it when you got back but couldn't wait."

Remington's hands move over Andy's arms, slippery with the gel, and he smiles. "You wanted me that bad, huh?"

"Never wanted anyone more than you." His voice is quiet, and Remington intertwines their fingers.

"I gotta do your neck, too," the boy says, leaning in and kissing Andy.

"Better do it, then, gorgeous."

"Can you just, like, take your shirt off? Otherwise I'm gonna get this stuff all over it."

Andy playfully rolls his eyes and pulls the shirt over his head. "You really that desperate to get me naked, huh?"

Remington hits his arm. "No! I'm being helpful. And considerate. I don't wanna ruin your shirt. This has nothing to do with getting you naked."

"Sure."

With more of the gel on his hands, Remington leans in to rub it on Andy's neck, collar bones, and goes lower than he needs to on his chest. "I'm beginning to think that you're a vampire," he announces, and Andy snorts a laugh. "Hey! Don't laugh!"

"You're ridiculous. And you know there isn't and sunburn on my stomach?"

"It's not ridiculous! You're very pale, you're impossibly attractive, and you, like, don't age, so...vampire!" Despite, Andy's words, he doesn't move his hands. "There might be," he tries, shrugging. "Fine, you've got nice abs."

"I knew you just wanted to get me naked."

"Well you're not naked, though. You're still wearing shorts. You should take 'em off."

Andy, chuckling, leans back on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows. "You'd love that, wouldn't you? You're not even putting it on the sunburn at this point."

Remington giggles. "You've got nice abs," he repeats, as though stating a fact, "can you blame me for wanting to feel them?"

"Considering you're supposed to be rubbing aftersun into sunburn and not my abs, yes."

"Maybe if you lie in the sun without a shirt on then there'll be a good reason for me to feel your abs?"

"You're cute."

"'kay, there. Done."

"You mean you've done feeling me up, now?"

Remington grins like he's accomplished something and grabs Andy's crotch. "No, now I'm done," he says, standing up.

All Andy does is shake his head and stand up, too, amused and, for the moment, forgetting about how he still seems to want to cut back into the scar on his wrist and see if he can cut a vein for the second time.