Lmao someone reported the cover to my Remdy oneshots because apparently it's a picture of someone during sexual activity! Idk why that's so funny to me.
I had a hard time writing this chapter because everything I wrote didn't seem right so I deleted so much. Hopefully this is realistic/believable.
Anyway, Trigger warning. And those wanting me to update No One Likes A Gay Boy - I will, I promise!!!

"Talk to me, sweetheart, what happened?" Andy asks, sitting with the boy by the pool. The night is warm and quiet and Andy is trying to figure out why Remington broke down in tears during the wedding reception. It was very sudden. He had grabbed onto Andy and sobbed into his shoulder, and Andy had stroked his hair and played it off to everyone else as happy tears, even though he knew something was wrong. Something is wrong.

Remington's still in the jumpsuit, makeup less after Andy wiped it off once they got back here. The boy hasn't said a word to him. He shakes his head instead of answering. He's so ashamed of what he did to himself and all he wants is to forget all about it, even though that isn't possible because the scars are there - physically and mentally. Why does he keep fucking things up? He wants to take his clothes off and enjoy the night with his husband, but he is so scared of disappointing Andy by letting him see underneath.

It makes Andy sad to see Remington like this. He rubs his palm and looks at him in the dim light of the pool lights. "I thought you wanted to go skinny dipping," he says softly.

The boy looks away. "I did," he whispers, "I do, but-" He goes quiet, rubs his eyes. "It doesn't matter."

Andy frowns. "Yes, it does." In the dim light, he sees Remington blink as tears spill from his beautiful beautiful eyes. "Hey, baby, it's okay," he soothes, wrapping his lover in a hug. Remington feels so stupid. "Whatever it is, pretty, I promise it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's making you sad and you're important to me." He kisses his head and wipes tears from his cheeks. "You don't need to tell me now if you don't want to. That's okay, too. You just tell me when you're ready." His voice is so calming and Remington just nods against him. "Come in the pool with me, darling." Andy gets the younger to his feet.

Nodding and wiping his eyes, Remington leans in and kisses the man, hands holding him close, and he thinks about what Andy had said in his vows.

"I had written a whole speech, but everything in that you already know, and I've realised that there is something I don't tell you enough." He had paused then. "I am so proud of you." It made Remington tear up.

"Andy?" The boy breaks the kiss. "I want to tell you," he says quietly.

The words are a relief to Andy, who smiles reassuringly. "Okay. What is it?" He runs his hand across Remington's jaw.

Sighing and leaning into the touch, Remington finally tells him what's wrong. "I didn't mean to," he begins, "I just-I felt weird and the scissors were there and-"

Andy puts a finger to the younger's lips. "Can you show me?" The question is gentle and careful, and Remington nods, bringing his hands to the buttons on his jumpsuit. "You don't need to hide from me, beautiful, I love every part of you. I always will." His comment makes Remington blush, and he steps out of the outfit.

"I hate it," he mumbles, letting Andy pull down the side of his boxers to look at the cuts on his hip. "I hate that I couldn't stop myself." He winces when Andy pulls the plasters off.

Running his fingers gently over the new wounds, Andy frowns and kisses his shoulder. "It's okay, petal, it's alright. Do you feel okay now?" He has to ask. It would be stupid to not ask after everything Remington has experienced. The boy trusts him, and if he isn't okay, Andy is sure Remington will tell him.

It's comforting that Andy is asking. Remington nods. "I'm sorry for ruining everything," he says, "you should just divorce me."

"Sweetheart, in what world would I ever even consider divorcing you? You didn't ruin anything. I love you and if you feel sad, you tell me. That is so much more important than a wedding. You're my princess and I fucking adore you, so don't you ever let yourself believe that I'd ever want to divorce you. You could kill someone and I'd help you hide the body." Remington can't help but to smile. How does Andy always know what to say?

The boy looks at his wedding ring. "There's actually a dead body in the footwell of your car," he jokes, "I was hoping you could help me hide it."

(Smut ahead)

Andy chuckles, ruffles the younger's hair. "Now, how about skinny dipping, yeah? I did promise."

Remington hums and starts undoing Andy's tie. "You did promise." He pulls the tie off him and drops it on the ground. "I am so in love with you."

"I'm so very in love with you, too." Andy has his hands on his husband's waist, cautious about not hurting him by touching the cuts. "You're so fucking gorgeous and I wish you could see it." A cool breeze dances around them. His shirt is pushed off his shoulders and he pulls it over his hands, dropping it on the floor and resuming his hands to their previous position as Remington starts on his belt.

"I see it sometimes," the boy murmurs, "when we were driving to the airport I felt pretty. And this morning, before I-you know-I wasn't going to wear makeup because I felt pretty." He unzips Andy's trousers, pushing them down over his hips. "You make me feel pretty."

Andy steps out of the clothes. "That's so good to hear. You are pretty." They both take off the last item of clothing and step into the water, which is cool and soothing.

Remington is happy now. He just needed reassurance. He leans against the side of the pool and hums quietly as Andy runs his hands over his body. "Thank you for protecting me when I burst into tears earlier," he mumbles, breathing out in pleasure.

"Mm-don't thank me. I'd be a pretty shit husband if I just watched you cry." His mouth is a few centimetres from Remington's now, and his hand moves over the younger's cock.

Remington shivers. "I think you're the best husband in the world." His voice is soft, low. The word husband leaves a delicious aftertaste. He leans in and kisses Andy, tongue's meeting like they're never meant to be apart. Andy pushes him up against the wall and grinds into him, and Remington lets out a drawn out, breathy moan. That in itself makes Andy hard.

Neither of them are going to get much sleep tonight.