I hope this chapter is cute enough for you!

Andy Black: Going live on Instagram in ten minutes with Remington. Come and say hello!

It's the day after their wedding. Both men woke up way past midday and have been lounging around all day, and Andy had the idea of going live for a bit to chat to fans. Remington is dressed in just a pair of shorts, sitting on a sun-lounger with a sketchbook and a pencil. It's been a while since he's done any drawing, since he finds it difficult when he's anxious, but he's calm and happy today, and is really enjoying just sitting and drawing for a while. "Can you get me a drink?" The boy asks, looking up from the paper.

Andy smiles. "You have legs," he says, but stands up anyway.

"I'm comfortable," the younger whines, "please?" He pouts but it breaks into a grin.

"Anything for you. We're going live in a few minutes, by the way." He steps into the house and heads for the kitchen, getting Remington a glass of lemonade with ice and a slice of lemon. Neither of them drink anymore. Remington used to, not so long ago, but seeing Sebastian in hospital with alcohol poisoning really put him off, and Andy went sober with him.

Remington thanks Andy for the drink, sipping it and putting his sketchbook down. "I'm gonna put a shirt on," he says, still not comfortable with people seeing his scar. He takes the book and the pencil in with him, finding a t-shirt and pulling it on. He wishes he didn't feel the need to hide himself, but he hates the idea of anyone seeing what Holly did to him.

When he goes back out, Andy has already gone live, and the boy sits down next to him, smiling at the camera. "How's it going?"

Andy has his phone on a chair, leaning against the back rest, and the two of them are sitting on the floor. "You left your drink," he says, amused, and Remington huffs, crawling away and picking up the glass of lemonade. "Lots of people want to know who you are."

Joining Andy again, Remington sips his drink and talks. "Me? I'm Remington," he says enthusiastically, "dude, this is so fucking fizzy."

His remark makes Andy laugh. "Do you want it to be flat, instead?" He looks back at the comments. "Did Remington tour with you on the Homecoming Tour? Yes, he did indeed."

Remington lets Andy drink some of his lemonade. "That was such a long time ago. Man, I had such a fucking crush on you it was crazy," he announces, "if only I could go back in time and tell Remington back then that he'd be married to you. He'd probably have had a heart attack." The boy takes his drink back and peers at the comments. "Are they hickies? Absolutely." Andy raises his eyebrow and Remington giggles.

"Who's Remington? Remington sings in Palaye Royale. You should check them out. He's also my husband and I love him very much." He puts an arm around the younger's shoulder. "I'm surprised you guys don't know who he is. He's been hijacking my Instagram stories for a week with his pretty face."

"With my average face," Remington corrects.

Andy shakes his head. "Don't you start. Here's a question. What's your favourite Black Veil Brides song?"

The boy stands up. "Saviour every time."

"What're you doing?"

Remington shrugs. "Standing up."

With a laugh, Andy looks for another question. "Why does everyone want to know about our sex life? So many people are asking who bottoms."

The boy sits back down. "That would be me. Maybe they just want to have sex with us." His comment causes Andy to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"You really have no filter today, and now they're all talking about having sex with us. Thank you very much."

Remington grins, leans against Andy. "Anytime." He finishes off the lemonade and fishes an ice cube out of the glass, rubbing it on Andy's forehead and squealing when the man takes it from his fingers.

"You better fucking run," the man taunts, chasing after his lover, who dashes to the other side of the garden. "This livestream is going to fucking shit." There's a splash and Andy sits back by the phone. "So Remington just jumped in the pool," he tells the people watching, amused, and turns to look at the boy getting out of the water. "Yes, I agree. He is very childish."

Dripping wet, Remington sits behind Andy and peers over his shoulder. "I'm cute," he argues.

"You are cute, and you're also getting me wet. You guys are literal couple goals. I know. We're the best." His hand is taken and he smiles. "Remington, anything you don't like about Andy?"

The boy has his chin on Andy's shoulder. "No," he answers, "I actually can't think of anything. But what I can say is that I have no idea how the fuck he puts up with me twenty four-seven." He releases Andy's hand and stands up. "I'm gonna have a shower. Apologies for fucking up the livestream. I have no idea what this was." He's cheerful. Andy doesn't think he's ever seen him so cheerful before.

"Have fun," he calls after Remington, who pulls his shirt off now that only Andy can see him.

Andy is live for ten more minutes, answering questions about new music, their holiday, and avoiding everything to do with Remington's abuse, cancelled tours, and him collapsing outside that venue. Once he ends the stream, he picks up the empty glass and takes it inside with him, rinsing it out and leaving it on the drying rack. Once Remington is out of the shower, the two sit outside talking about anything and everything, until Remington falls asleep against him, and the man picks him up and carries him inside.

The boy really is so precious, so special, and Andy can't imagine ever being without him.