Smut ur welcome

In the morning, after having breakfast, Remington calls Abigail to let her know he's feeling a bit better today, and to thank her for letting him sit and salk to her even though they don't have a session scheduled until tomorrow.

"I'm glad you can come to me," she says, "I'd always rather you come to me if you need to, okay? I'll always make sure you have time to talk about what you need to talk about."

Remington pokes Andy when the man crouches down infront of him and fixes his hair. "I know. Thank you." He sticks his tongue out at his husband, a loud laugh escaping when Andy gently bites his tongue. "Sorry," he says to Abigail, smiling. "Andy's being silly."

The man shakes his head, amused, and kisses Remington briefly before standing up.

"I've got a client in five minutes. Have a good day, Remington. You sound cheerful this morning. It's good to hear."

"I am cheerful," he responds, "I don't know why, but I am. See you tomorrow." He hangs up and looks at Andy who's replacing the flowers on the mantle piece. "Hey Andy, you know your black hoodie? The one with the writing on the arm."

Andy hums. "I do know."

"Yeah, so where is it?"

"I think you're blind."

Remington frowns. "But I want it," he whines, "you have to take it off." He stands up and wraps his arms around Andy. "Please? I'll love you forever and ever and ever."

"But I thought you did that anyway," the man says, pulling away and looking at the younger's face. "Everytime I look at you I am blown away by your beauty."

The compliment leaves Remington blushing. "What beauty?" He asks, like he genuinely doesn't understand what Andy means.

"Now now, don't be silly. You are the most beautiful in every way."

Remington looks at him like he's telling the biggest lie. "Hoodie?" He asks again, batting his eyeashes.

Andy chuckles. "But what if I want it, kitten?"

"But I want it," Remington whines, pushing his hand under the hoodie and making direct contact with Andy's skin. "You're not wearing a shirt," he observes, looking down when Jenny meows up at them.

"Correct. Has she been fed?"

The younger shrugs. "Not by me. Dunno why you're asking. The smell makes me feel sick." He leans into Andy with a soft, satisfied hum. "Hoodie?"

"You can have literally any other one of my hoodies, sweetie," Andy says, running fingers through Remington's hair. "Why'd you want this one?"

Remington kisses his husband. "B'cause," he mumbles against his lips, "I'm weird and I just do." He kisses Andy again, humming quietly and pressing his body against Andy

Jenny meows again. Andy chuckles. "I better feed her."

"Oh, but you're so warm and nice." He draws out the words, pushing his crotch into Andy with a needy whine.

Smut ahead

Andy hums, practically purring the words, "you're hard," as he pushes Remington up into him, hand low on his back.

The younger breathes through a moan. "Mm, do that again," he begs, his head falling onto Andy's shoulder when the man repeats his action. "I still want the hoodie."

"Course you do, sweetheart."

Remington whimpers.

"Here, turn around," Andy suggests, and Remington does. The older slides his hand down his lover's chest, grabbing him through his jeans.

"Oh fuck," Remington breathes, leaning back into Andy and closing his eyes.

Andy rubs him, not stopping when Remington's phone starts ringing in the boy's pocket. He pulls the mobile from the pocket. "It's Sebastian, I'll answer it." Remington moans softly as Andy answers the phone. "Hi Sebastian"

"Oh, Andy, hi. Is Remington there?"

"He's...busy," the man says, smiling when Remington bites his finger to keep himself from groaning.

"Oh, right. Me and Em were hoping we could go into the studio with him tomorrow to finish the song he wants to sing with Gerard so it's ready."

Andy pushes the heel of his hand into Remington and the boy's head falls back onto his shoulder. "I'll tell him."

"Thanks. How is he?"

Remington's mouth is open, breathing heavily and trying not to suddenly moan loudly when Andy speeds up. The man holds in a laugh. "He's alright," he answers, aware that the brothers haven't been told about Remington visiting Holly.

"Oh, good. Can you ask him to call me back?"

"Yeah, su-" he's cut off by a groan that Remington's couldn't keep in. 

"Fuck!" Remington curses loudly, arching his back and cumming rather hard. "Holy fuck!"

"Did I just hear my brother orgasm?" Sebastian asks.

Andy continues rubbing Remington through his high. "That is quite possible."

"Right, yeah-um-I'm gonna...yeah." The guitarist hangs up and Andy burst into laughter.

"He heard, didn't he?"

"Oh yes. You were very loud."

Remington turns around, flushed. "I tried to stay quiet," he says, "but you're really good at that, so..." He shrugs. "It's not my fault. I might need to change my pants though."

The older hums. "That might be a good idea. You doing anything today?"

"No, don't think so. What did Sebastian want?"

"He wants to finsh off the song you're gonna sing with Gerard so it's ready. Go change your pants." He pats Remington's bum.

The boy grins. "'m going now. I'll call Sebastian back in a bit." He turns and heads for the stairs. "Oh, we need more strawberries by the way."

"And you can't buy them?"

Remington shakes his head. "Nope. I love you!" From upstairs he calls for Andy, finally persuading the man to give him the hoodie. For a while the two lie on the bed just chatting and giggling like school boys, going for a walk just after midday and stopping in a cafe in town on the way back.

"What do you want, sweetie?" Andy asks, standing up to go and order at the counter.

The younger puts the menu down. "You just get me something," he replies, trusting that Andy knows him well enough to order something that he'll be able to eat. He sits at the table watching people outside until Andy returns, and he gives his husband a cute smile. "I like days like this."

Andy takes his hand and kisses it. "Me too. Number?@"

"Eleven. What's your number?"

"Hmm?"

"You're always checking what number I'm on. What number are you on?"

The man smiles. "Four. You're very sweet."

"I wish I was a four."

"You will be."

Remington leans back in his chair. "Does it make your number higher because of how high mine is?"

"I don't know. I worry about you and that probably makes it a bit higher. Why?"

"Just wondering, and 'cause I don't wanna be the reason for your number going up." He runs his finger over Andy's wedding ring.

The soft words of his lover bring a smile to Andy's face. "Sweetheart, you are too focussed on other people. Do you ever think about yourself first?" Its a gentle question, asked in a voice he only uses to talk to Remington.

It throws Remington off a little bit. He watches Andy trace the lines in his hand. "Not really, but...well I'm not important like you are, so..."

"That is the most untrue thing I've ever heard. You are so important."

Remington looks up when a waiter brings them two glasses of orange juice, sipping his and not responding to Andy.

"It sometimes makes me worry how much you focus on other people instead of yourself. It's not any of us who were treated so terribly by Holly and I think sometimes you dismiss how awful she was to you because you're worried it'll seem like you're dragging others down. You're not. You're never dragging anyone down." It's something Andy is always reminding himself to do; tell Remington that he's not a burden and that he is important. The more the boy is told the more likely he is to believe it.

"I dunno what I'm s'possed to say to that," Remington mumbles, looking down at the glass infront of him, circling his finger around the rim.

"You don't have to say anything. I just wish you'd believe me when I say that. It's the only thing you don't believe me on."

"Andy?"

"Hm?"

The boy looks up now. "I just can't believe something that isn't true."