The early morning light filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. Gun stirred, his eyes fluttering open to find himself snugly tucked into Remmington’s embrace. A warm smile spread across his face as he took in the sight of his lover’s peaceful expression. The tension from yesterday was nowhere to be seen.
Carefully, Gun shifted, his fingers brushing over the faint stubble on Remmington’s jaw. He couldn’t help but admire him, his sharp features softened in sleep. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to his lips, lingering just enough to feel the slight hitch in Remmington’s breath as he stirred.
But Gun wasn’t done.
Smirking to himself, he trailed light kisses down Remmington’s neck, feeling the slow rise and fall of his chest as he continued. His lips moved lower, over the defined lines of his colrbone, his chest, and down his torso. He felt Remmington shift beneath him, a low, sleepy groan escaping his lips.
“Gun...” Remmington mumbled, his voice rough with sleep, his eyes blinking open just as Gun reached his destination.
Gun looked up, meeting his hazy gaze with a mischievous grin. “Morning,” he murmured, his tone teasing.
“Wait—” Remmington started, his protests quickly dissolving into a sharp intake of breath as Gun took him into his mouth without hesitation. His head fell back against the pillow, his hands gripping the sheets as Gun moved with purpose, his tongue working in ways that left Remmington breathless.
“Gun,” Remmington groaned, his voice ced with both pleasure and frustration. “You’re unbelievable...”
Gun didn’t reply, the smirk in his eyes saying everything he needed to. Instead, he doubled down, his movements slow and deliberate, savouring every reaction he drew from Remmington.
Remmington wasn’t sure how they’d ended up like this, but he wasn’t compining. The heat of Gun’s body and the way he moved against him was intoxicating, and the feeling of being buried deep inside him was unlike anything else. Gun’s head fell back, his eyes fluttering shut, lips parted as he neared his peak.
They were on the couch, the air thick with their shared passion. Gun’s hands gripped Remmington’s shoulders, his pace steady but desperate, his moans filling the room. Remmington could feel him tighten, could sense that he was moments away.
Gun’s back arched beautifully, his head thrown back as his release hit him hard, a stream spilling into the air as he cried out. His face was a picture of bliss, utterly lost in the moment, and Remmington couldn’t help but be captivated. He reached up, cradling Gun’s face and pulling him into a deep kiss.
But then the sound of the door swinging open shattered the intimacy.
Remmington heard the sharp intake of breath before he saw them: his grandfather Rond, his father Issac, and his brother Cassius standing frozen in the doorway. Rond’s face was contorted, prepared to deliver a speech full of venom to prove his grandson was a disgrace. But instead, his mouth hung open, his words dying as he took in the scene before him.
Gun, blissfully unaware, leaned into Remmington, his lips brushing his lover’s in a soft, tender kiss. The moment felt perfect to him.
But Remmington’s sharp eyes caught the figures standing by the door. His body tensed, and he quickly moved Gun off him, ying him down on the couch in an attempt to cover him. Gun blinked up at him in confusion, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.
“Remy?” he whispered, his voice husky and sated.
Remmington turned to the intruders, his face hardening into a mask of defiance as he stood, unashamed of his nakedness but protective of Gun.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, his voice cold, addressing the men who had dared to invade his space.
Isaac’s confusion was written all over his face. His brow furrowed, and his mouth opened and closed as if he were searching for the right words but failing to find them. He had never seen Remmington like this—his usually reserved son standing so defiantly, with a protective fire in his eyes.
“What is going on here, Remmington?” Isaac demanded, his voice ced with equal parts confusion and disbelief. “Who is this? Why are you acting like this?”
Remmington didn’t flinch. Instead, he straightened his posture, his expression as unyielding as steel. “What’s going on is none of your business,” he replied firmly. “And he”—he motioned to Gun, who was now sitting up and adjusting his disheveled clothes with an air of indifference—“is the only person who matters to me right now.”
Rond’s gaze, however, was glued to Gun. His lips were pressed into a thin line, his eyes narrowing as he took in every detail of the man sitting on the couch. Gun, sensing the older man’s scrutiny, arched an eyebrow and met his gaze with a daring smirk.
“And you,” Rond finally spoke, his tone clipped and brimming with disdain, “you’re the one who’s been... distracting him.” His gaze flicked between Gun and Remmington, his disbelief evident. “Have you no shame? Do you realize what this will do to the family name?”
Gun ughed—a low, mocking sound that filled the room. “Distracting him?” he echoed, leaning back on the couch as if he owned the pce. “Sweetheart, if you think I’m just a distraction, you clearly don’t know your grandson as well as you think.”
Rond bristled, but Isaac raised a hand, trying to regain some sembnce of control over the spiraling situation. “Remmington,” he said, his tone softer but still bewildered, “we’re family. You’ve never been this... hostile before. What’s going on? Who is this man?”
Remmington’s jaw tightened, and his fists clenched at his sides. “This man,” he said, his voice steady but brimming with emotion, “is the only person who’s ever made me feel free to be myself. And you—none of you—will take that from me.”
Gun’s smirk softened into something more genuine as he looked up at Remmington, pride evident in his eyes. Meanwhile, Rond’s face darkened further, and Isaac just stood there, stunned into silence.
The room was thick with tension, the air electric. Gun crossed his legs casually and quipped, “Well, gentlemen, as riveting as this reunion is, perhaps you should’ve called ahead. We were... busy.”
The cheeky remark only made Rond’s gre deepen, but Isaac looked at Remmington with something resembling realization, as if he was seeing his son clearly for the first time.
Gun excused himself with a calm, almost indifferent smile, though the weight of the family drama lingered heavily in the air. He didn’t look back as he walked away, but the tension from the room seemed to cling to his skin, making his steps feel heavier with every passing moment.
The hallway felt longer than usual, and his vision wavered slightly. He blinked, willing the dizziness to fade, but it only seemed to worsen. By the time he reached the bathroom, his heart was pounding, and his stomach churned violently.
Gun barely made it to the toilet in time. Dropping to his knees, emptying his stomach into the bowl. Each heave sent sharp cramps shooting through his abdomen, leaving him breathless and shaking.
He leaned against the cool porcein for a moment, trying to steady his breathing. His forehead was slick with sweat, and his body trembled as he clutched his stomach. The dizziness refused to stop, and his mind raced.
‘What the hell is happening to me?’
Gun reached up to flush the toilet, the sound of the water rushing down almost deafening in the otherwise quiet bathroom. He stayed on the floor for a moment longer, his back against the wall, and closed his eyes to calm himself.
His thoughts flickered to Remmington. ‘He’ll come looking for me if I don’t go back soon’, he thought. The idea brought a mix of comfort and frustration—he didn’t want to worry him, not when he was already dealing with his family.
Gun slowly pushed himself up, gripping the edge of the sink for support. Looking into the mirror, he barely recognized his pale, cmmy reflection.
“Get it together,” he muttered to himself, though his voice was weak. He turned on the tap, spshing cold water on his face, hoping it would make him feel better. But the unease in his stomach lingered, leaving him with the nagging feeling that something wasn’t quite right.