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“Please, Remmick, please, please stop!” Sammie couldn’t remember how many times he’d tried to stop drunken Remmick from getting into a fight with some stranger at the bar who’d been checking him out.
Sammie had known Remmick since he was 16, though they told everyone they didn’t start dating until Sammie turned 18. Remmick did indeed wait until the night of Sammie’s eighteenth birthday to put his cock inside him, but long before that, he had already explored every inch of Sammie’s body with his tongue and fingers.
Sammie still remembered the night he first met Remmick. Stack, who had been hustling in Hollywood for years, had gained a lot of attention and won several awards for an action movie—and Remmick was the other hero in that film. Stack was throwing a party at his place in Los Angeles. Sammie was supposed to be at home doing his homework, but he’d begged Stack for ages. Stack winked at him and said, “Don’t let me catch you drinking.”
Sammie saw Remmick on Stack’s balcony, he was chatting with Stack while smoking weed. Seeing Sammie approach, Stack frantically scrambled to get Remmick toss the joints together. If Smoke found out they were smoking weed in front of Sammie, he’d definitely beat them to a pulp.
After tossing the joint, Remmick awkwardly brushed his clothes, trying to get rid of the weed smell—a sight that made Sammie want to laugh.
“Sammie, this is my buddy, Remmick O’Connell.”
“Just call me Remmick,” he said with a smile, extending his hand. Sammie shook it, feeling a little shy.
“Stack, where are you?” Mary’s voice called from inside the house.
“I’m heading in first, Sammie. Remmick’s a great storyteller—you’ll definitely like him.” Stack patted Remmick on the shoulder and headed inside.
When Stack said “like”, he undoubtedly meant the kind of liking between friends. But he never could have imagined that his little cousin Sammie would end up sneaking off to the beach with Remmick during the party, spreading his legs, straddling the adult man he’d just met, and grinding his little butt against the erection beneath Remmick’s clothes.
Sammie didn’t know why he was doing this, the Guinness had dulled his brain, and his heart was racing. For the first time, he realized an Irish accent could be so sexy, especially when Remmick whispered in his ear, his stubble brushing against Sammie’s earlobe, making Sammie’s legs go weak. He lowered his head and could smell the scent of Remmick’s cologne, mixed with the aroma of tobacco and sea breeze. Sammie felt his cheeks burning, he knew his underwear was already soaked through, but he didn’t want to stop. He kept awkwardly wriggling his hips, chasing after the pleasure he so desperately craved.
“No, Sammie, we can’t do this…” Remmick’s hot breath hit Sammie’s ear, but his hands remained clamped tightly around Sammie’s waist.
They made it back inside before the party ended. By then, Stack was completely drunk and hadn’t even noticed his little cousin’s disheveled, half undressed state. Smoke had driven over to take Sammie home. In the rearview mirror, Smoke saw the drunken Stack being propped up by Mary and Remmick as they waved them off. For some reason, Smoke didn’t like that white man’s smile—it seemed a bit insincere.
Smoke looked at Sammie in the passenger seat. “You seem a little different tonight.”
Sammie’s mind went blank for a moment. He instinctively bit his thumb. “I… I had a few beers. I, I’ll never do it again! Please don’t tell my dad!”
Smoke rubbed his temples and sighed. “There won’t be a next time.” He wondered how he’d deal with his irresponsible twin brother the next day.
——
Sammie still remembered that summer. Stack was on the rise in his career, busy filming all over the place; Smoke, meanwhile, had to focus his energy on his growing bar business. Remmick had just wrapped up a shoot and decided to take some time off. Sammie spent most of his summer in Remmick’s car. He told everyone Remmick was teaching him how to drive, but in reality, his hands were wrapped around Remmick’s cock most of the time, not the gearshift.
Sammie had once lain in the backseat of Remmick’s car, legs spread wide, crying out in a trembling voice, begging Remmick to fuck him right then and there, to shove his cock inside him right now, begging over and over again.
Yet Remmick would simply look up, scratch his head, and ponder for a moment, looking like a man of principle caught in a moral dilemma, before licking his lips with lingering desire and telling Sammie, “Not yet,” then lowering his head to continue eating him out.
The Sun beat Moore’s family to the punch in uncovering their secret affair. Every date was conducted in secret. Remmick had arranged everything flawlessly. When Sammie asked him where he’d learned his counter surveillance skills, Remmick laughed and told him he used to be a teenager who got into trouble everywhere, so he’d picked them up naturally.
Sammie, who had just turned 18, had become a rising star in the music industry thanks to his new song “I Lie to You” hitting the charts. His songs, perfect blend of artistry and commercial appeal, garnered widespread acclaim from both critics and the public.
However, while celebrating his 18th birthday at a London nightclub, the golden boy was photographed by paparazzi getting into Remmick’s black Ferrari after the party ended. Forehead to forehead, Sammie straddled Remmick’s lap just like he had when he was 16, but this time he knew he was ready.
Muni Long’s “Hrs & Hrs” was playing in the car. Sammie knew Remmick had put on his playlist. He swayed his hips sensually to the music and asked Remmick, “Where are my flowers and the champagne shower?”
Remmick placed his hands behind his head with a satisfied smirk, leaning back to enjoy the “private show” Sammie was giving him. “Baby, you need to try harder to earn it.”
——
Remmick drove Sammie back to his apartment in London, where he had indeed prepared champagne and roses. They made a mess of the sheets. Remmick’s stamina surprised Sammie, he couldn’t believe he’d been fucked so hard by a man in his thirties that his legs went weak. Without a doubt, Sammie saved his virginity for Remmick. They did it on the bed, on the couch, on the floor, and then in the bathtub…
The next day, while Remmick was frying bacon for him, bare chested, Sammie noticed missed calls and texts from his mom on his phone, followed by messages from Smoke, Stack, and his best friend Pearline.
Sammie was terrified that his budding singing career might be ruined because of this. On one hand, he wanted to stand in front of the press and tell the world that he and Remmick were truly in love; but on the other hand, given the lack of support from his family and close friends, Sammie couldn’t help but wonder if he’d made the right decision.
Remmick, on the other hand, was much calmer. By comparison, his career had taken a far worse hit. He’d just finished filming a romantic movie, and the tabloids were already buzzing with rumors that he’d fallen for the actress on set. In interviews, he’d even openly “admitted” that he preferred women older than himself.
After his relationship with Sammie was exposed, the release of his film was postponed due to the controversy, and the actress he’d worked with quickly distanced herself from him. His agent advised him to watch his words and actions and lie low for a while—yall know how it is, white men in this industry aren’t really ever canceled.
Remmick was at peace with it, because he had anticipated exactly what would happen once this came to light the very day he first met Sammie. He isn’t particularly obsessed with fame and fortune, he doesn’t even have social media. He’s filmed quite a few high profile projects over the past years, and he doesn’t mind temporarily shifting his focus behind the scenes to “tend to his garden.” After all, as his agent said, the public will give him plenty more chances.
——
Over the next few days, Sammie faced a barrage of criticism on social media from some of his fans and the public—after all, people tend to hold artists of color and from the LGBTQ+ community to a stricter standard. Even though, from every angle, he was the perfect victim, and Stack had secured him a pretty formidable PR team.
But our sweetheart Sammie, when faced with the choice between declaring “We’re True Love” or “Just a Fling,” still chose the former—even though his family and PR team strongly advised him to go with the latter. Sammie posted a lengthy message on his social media, accompanied by a photo of him and Remmick holding hands, to declare the indestructibility of their relationship. In the comments section, Sammie’s die hard fans gave Remmick the same treatment they’d reserved for Charlie Kirk.
In fact, Smoke wanted to send Remmick to meet Charlie Kirk right away, but Sammie kept stopping him. Smoke still remembers the time Sammie actually dared to bring Remmick to the Moore family gathering—where, as is customary, everyone brings a dish. Sammie brought braised oxtail, while Remmick brought wraps filled with black pudding, sausages, bacon, and fried eggs.
Remmick lifted the lid, the wraps had come undone from the bumpy ride, and the filling was splattered everywhere. Annie couldn’t help but frown.
Sammie explained, “It’s just his culture.” Then he picked up a piece of overcooked bacon from the box, stuffed it into his mouth, and said, “It’s actually pretty good.”
Everyone in the room rolled their eyes.
——
Fast forward to the present: Sammie is 20 years old. He faced some controversy for a while due to this relationship, but he subsequently proved himself with high quality songs. Now, his career is steadily progressing, and Remmick plans to make a formal comeback next year. They’re in a bar in Miami. Sammie is wearing a pale yellow shirt and light green shorts.
As for Remmick, well, with his long hair and beard, he looks like a drifter, downing another glass of whiskey.
Seeing Remmick’s scruffy appearance, Sammie briefly questions the decision he made when he was 16, but Remmick suddenly jumps to his feet and grabs the collar of a man standing diagonally in front of Sammie. God, Sammie sighed. He quickly stood up to pull Remmick away.
“Yo, isn’t this that white pedophile?” the man with his collar grabbed by Remmick taunted.
“You. Take your eyes off Sammie.” Remmick, reeking of alcohol, said, enunciating each word.
It took Sammie a tremendous amount of effort to finally drag Remmick out of the bar, needless to say, they were banned from the place. Back in their hotel room, Remmick clung to Sammie on the bed like a big dog, rubbing his stubble against him. Sammie hated it when Remmick did that, but it will a different story when Remmick go down on him.
Remmick held Sammie so tightly that he could barely breathe.
“Sammie, baby, sweetheart, you’re not going to leave me, are you? Tell me you won’t leave me…” Remmick asked him in a hoarse voice.
“Of course not, baby. I’ll always be with you.” Sammie held him close, he couldn’t bear to see Remmick looking so broken.
Remmick wasn’t actually that drunk, but he liked to act like a dog that had been kicked hard in the gut in front of Sammie, whimpering for attention.
“Maybe we shouldn’t go to the bar next time…” Sammie suggested cautiously. “We could just go for a walk on the beach at night, or hang out at the mall or something.”
“Did I embarrass you?” Remmick put on a pitiful expression.
“No, not at all!” Sammie waved his hands hurriedly to explain.
“Good.” Remmick hugged Sammie tightly once more, so tightly it felt as if he were trying to turn him into one of his own ribs.