Remi New-Castle

@reminewcastle

35 years old, former NFL player, currently a writer. Best friends with Austin Skylar.

778 posts

Won't You Forget About Me || Carlisle and Remi

Carlisle sat in his hospital bed, wide eyed, his jaw dropping to the floor. “I… Remi…. I… I don’t know what to say… I…” Carlisle murmured, suddenly feeling vulnerable. He didn’t honestly know what to say. He knew how he felt about the NFL player turned novelist, and those feelings were quite strong, but expressing them was the hard part. “I… Remi….I….” Carlisle paused, connecting their lips as best he could, wanting the kiss they shared to never end. It was like everything made sense. Carlisle could understand everything around him with Remi. “I…. I love you too… More than I can say…” Carlisle murmured quietly. “W-will you stay here with me?”

Remi kissed him back, putting all his love into the kiss. When they pulled back, he took a deep breath. He closed is eyes for a moment, feeling his chest burst when Carlisle told him he loved him too. He nodded, at his question. "I will." He straightened his body, pulling a chair closer to the bed, he sat down, and leaned forward, resting his head on Carlisle's stomach. "I am glad you feel the same way..." He brought Carlisle's hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. "You see now why it was so hard for me to understand how can you not love yourself?" HE smiled.

Won't You Forget About Me || Carlisle and Remi

Carlisle trembled, unsure of what he was feeling. Anger, fear… He was so unsure of himself anymore. “R-remi… You can’t… I don’t want you to get hurt… Y-you can’t… I… Remi…” Carlisle said, tearing up. “W-what? Y-you… You’re…. B-but… How? W-what even…. Why?” Carlisle asked, dumbfounded. Never had someone said ‘I’m in love with you.’ Not even Brady. Never had he been told that someone loved him. His heart skipped a beat, his world coming to a stop.

He smiled softly. "I am in love with you." He sighed, looking down at his hands, and then back at his eyes. "I have been for a while. But when I realized you were gone... I thought you... And Carlisle, I never felt so lost, so empty when I thought you weren't going to come back to me." He took Carlisle's hand, and pressed his forehead gently against his. "I love everything about you... The way you move, the way you speak, the way you look, the way you are... every single thing, there is nothing in you I don't like or don't find adorable and endearing..." He nodded. "So yes, I am in love with you, and I am the happiest around you."

Uh? Wha? Sleep... Me? No...

jaycevermillion

Someone need a wake up call?… How you doing Rem.. Haven’t seen you in a while

Hey Jayce... Yeah, I've been a bit busy lately. How are you?

Won't You Forget About Me || Carlisle and Remi

Carlisle looked up at Remi with a fire burning behind his eyes. “Remi. I am not going to put you in harms way. You being here is already enough harms way for you. I will not have you dying for me. It’s not going to happen.” Carlisle said, angrily. “H-he… contacted you? What? How? Remi… You need to leave.. Hide…. Lie low… Do something… Oh god… Oh fuck… No… nononono Remi. Please. Listen to me. I’m not going to have you hurt…”

"Hey, hey, calm down, no, he didn't contact me." He frowned, cradling Carlisle's face. "But whoever did this to you... I am not going to let them walk away. Like it or not, the moment he hurt you, he pulled me in because I want to protect you, and as long as he is out there, able to hurt you? I am not going to rest." He sighed, his face falling, raw emotion showing through. "I'm in love with you, Carlisle. There's no way you are going to talk me out of this."

thor-sonof-odin-deactivated2015

I could prescribe you a sleep aid, if you think that would help. Or maybe some company would…

I'd prefer to try the company first.

drjamessterling replied to your post “Uh? Wha? Sleep... Me? No...”

Are you alright, Remi?

I am a bit better, now that Carlisle is back and safe. But I haven't had much sleep lately...

#drjamessterling

Uh? Wha? Sleep... Me? No...

Won't You Forget About Me || Carlisle and Remi

Carlisle was a sobbing mess, and he couldn’t stop it. He tried to stop crying, especially in front of Remi and guys like him. He didn’t want to seem weak. Weakness had been his downfall. He cowered away instead of confronting the invaders in his home, he’d hidden himself away for days before, and when his gun jammed he froze. He froze. To him, that was a sign of weakness. “N-no… Remi, thank you… But I can’t put you in danger… You don’t know what he’s capable of… H-he… He’s evil… I can’t get you into the crossfires. I won’t let it happen… I won’t let it happen. I can’t have another person I care about, dying because of me. And if that means I die to save them… So be it.” Carlisle said resolutely, through pain, tears, and his hoarse voice.

Remi frowned, and shook his head. "Well, you either stay at my place, or I will sleep in my car by your front door." He shrugged stubbornly. "I am going to keep an eye on you, and I am not going to let this happen to you again. I am already in the crossfires, the moment he hurt you, whoever did this pulled me into it."

Won't You Forget About Me || Carlisle and Remi

Carlisle winced and turned away from Remi, not because he didn’t want to be comforted. He did. He was young. He’d realized while being held in captivity, that he was still a kid. He still yearned to be told that the world was fair, that everything would be okay, even if he knew that to be a fallacy. “B-but I’m not… I never will be… Not until he’s gone…. I-i… ” Carlisle said, trailing off, unable to find his voice. “Th-thank you… I… I wanna see him. I miss him. I missed you and everyone…. Okay not everyone… But… I just. I… ” Carlisle murmured. “I just wanna be back h-AUGH!” He screamed, hand shooting up to cover his stab wound, the source of most of his pain. “If… if I hadn’t jammed my gun…. None of this would’ve of happened…. It’s all my fault…”

Remi frowned, a fire behind his eyes when he locked them with Carlisle's. "This is not your fault, and I'll die before I let you blame yourself for this. I will find whoever did this to you, Carlisle, and I will make them pay for what they have done. I will kill them with my own bare hands if I must, but they will go through hell for what they've done." He took moment to keep his anger in check, taking a deep breath to calm down and relax. "I ca't take Jasper here... They wouldn't even let me in. But you're staying at my place when they let you out, ok? I want to keep an eye on you, I don't want them to hurt you again."

Won't You Forget About Me || Carlisle and Remi

Carlisle looked up at Remi through battered and beaten eyes, wincing at the pain. “M-marco too? I… I… Remi… I scared you two… I shouldn’t have gone out… M-my gun jammed… I would’ve killed him… but h-he he took me… And poor J-jasper… he was left all alone and there… There was nothing I could do! I tried… I tried…” Carlisle chocked out, beginning to cry profusely. All the memories of the week flooding back to him. This would be tough to talk about. Perhaps James could help. Maybe Carlisle wasn’t ready to talk about his kidnapping and torturing. “I-It’s not your fault Remi… Y-you couldn’t of stopped him… I-I couldn’t…” He croaked hoarsely.

Remi cradled his face ever so gently as to not cause him pain. "Hey, you're safe now, baby. You're safe and alive. That's all that matters." He nodded. "I found Jasper inside the closet, when I went to your place with Marco. I took Jasper back to my place after that. YOu don't have to... tell me what happened right now, ok? Or ever, if you don't want to, but you don't have to apologize for nothing of it, ok? You were at the wrong place, at the wrong time. That's all."

Won't You Forget About Me || Carlisle and Remi

Carlisle smiled softly. He had been losing hope that anyone had truly cared about him. No one had been looking for him. Not Jayce, not Finley, not Jonny, not Marco, not anyone he himself truly cared about or trusted it seemed. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you…” Carlisle murmured, hanging his head in shame. Deep inside, he hadn’t wanted anyone to see him like this. It killed him that one of his closest friends had to see him like this. He felt and looked pitiful, feeling as though he wanted to curl up and hide away from the world.

Remi ruffled his hair gently. "Try me. I've spent these days looking for you... I was so scared... Marco was there when I got to your place. I kept thinking that if I had looked at my phone earlier, I'd be there in time to help you..." He sighed. "I'm sorry I wasn't there... And I'm sorry you had to go through... Whatever you went through."

Won't You Forget About Me || Carlisle and Remi

Carlisle’s head hurt. Badly. Like someone had taken a brick to it. Well, they’d at least taken their fists to it multiple times. That was for damn sure. Face swollen and black and blue, Carlisle could barely see out of his right eye, and a couple of blood vessels in his left had popped, causing his eye to partially go red. With that, and the bandages he was wrapped in, Carlisle was a pitiful sight to see. The dancer could barely move from his half sitting position, his body not healed enough to be capable of movement. The hospital had removed the knife from his shoulder, and had surgically repaired as much of the muscle that was damaged as they could, but even so, his shoulder still hurt like a bitch. Each time he tensed up or moved ever so slightly, a searing pain, like acid being poured onto his skin, shot through his body, causing him to yell in pain. He hated the looks of pity he received from the doctors, nurses, or anyone who passed by. He loathed the fact that he had gotten into this mess, even if he couldn’t necessarily help it. How was he to know that murderous men were going to go on a rampage and that he’d get caught in the cross hairs? Even so… Carlisle couldn’t do much more than sit and watch re-runs of Maury and The Price Is Right, while nurses attended to everything he needed. When he was physically capable of movement, he’d be getting himself out of here. “Hospitals fucking suck…” He cursed to himself, looking up at the sound of a familiar voice. Remi. The man Carlisle had taken a shining to. Yelping in pain, Carisle gingerly returned the kiss. “I’m still here. Stabbed and beat… But I’m here.” He said with a tiny grin and a hoarse voice.

Remi winced when Carlisle voices his pain, and apologized. "God, you look like crap, love. What happened to you?" He asked, looking down at Carlisle's beat up body. He looked worse than Remi had after his accident, and that was saying something. The anger was starting to surface again, as he thought to himself about all the things he wanted to do to whoever left Carlisle like this. He wanted to make them pay tenfold, and have them watch each other suffer for their crimes.

#carlisle #small but yeah

Won't You Forget About Me || Carlisle and Remi

Remi had spent most of his time going to every Hospital and Police Station, asking if they had found him, but Carlisle was nowhere to be seen.His last hope was Kingsfall General. When he asked the receptionist if someone under the name Carlisle Funke had been admitted, he wasn't expecting a yes. And yet, she told him they had. They had found him. It was like lifting an enormous weight off his shoulders. His heart beat fast, butterflies flew in his stomach, as he asked, begged them to tell him in which room he was. They told him they could only let family members in. He sighed, sitting in the waiting room. He waited for a couple of minutes, before he finally decided that he would check every room by himself if he had to. And so he did. He tried his best not to disturb anyone. He almost missed Carlisle's room. The man was so beat up, Remi barely recognized him when he poked his head in. This made him angry at the people who had done this, a raging fire that burned hot within him, but which he stored for later. Right now, he needed to hold him, to feel him, to know he was real. "Carlisle..." The name came out broken, as his voice failed him, while he closed the door behind him and walked closed to the bed. "You're alive..." It was barely a whisper, but there was joy and relief beyond measure in it. Remi hesitated, not knowing if Carlisle would want him to get closer or not. But that only lasted a fleeting second, and Remi closed the distance between them, tears clouding his vision, he leaned over him, pressing his lips against Carlisle's, his hand folding around the dancer's. "I thought I'd lost you..." He sobbed.

simonwinston-blog

Going on a walk is funny here… You can’t go anywhere without seeing someone you know. In New York that’s different.

I guess everyone knowing everyone has its perks and disadvantages...

The Scene || Marco & Remy

Marco felt he should have stopped Remy. Stopped him from seeing the wreckage. But he was only getting his bearings, and doubted he could stop a charging footballer. Heaving a sigh, he jogged after the other man. “He’s not here…" Marco growled through gritted teeth. Remy’s shouts into the vacant home were echoes from Marco’s head. He couldn’t handle it.

Hovering out in the hallway for a moment, the Sicilian bit his lip before following after Remy. He was careful, again, where he stepped, reaching out to take Remy’s upper arms and pull him out of the room. “Can’t be in here, man… evidence…” he said, keeping his tone calm and voice down as if he’d disturb things with loudness. Getting Remy in the hallway, leaned against the wall, Marco sighed again. He raked a hand through his hair, and looked back in the room. “Alright, we gotta… we gotta stay calm, alright?” his voice trailed off, and he looked back at Remy. “Alright?” he asked again. If Remy couldn’t calm down, there was a high chance Marco wouldn’t either. “Just breathe, dude. Just… Just breathe…” he rubbed his face, pacing somebefore he looked back into the room.

Walking over slowly, Marco bent down. He held his hand over the blood splatter, as close as he could without actually touching it. Pulling his hand away, he leaned in close. Nose wrinkling, he jerked his head away. “This literally just happened… Do we call the cops now, or… or do we try to figure this out on our own?”

Marco's words sounded empty. How was he supposed to calm down!? Carlisle had been kidnapped. He watched as the other man leaned over he pool of blood. His eyebrows shot up. "Damn it, if I had answered the texts as soon as I got them..." Remi hissed to himself. "WE have to call the cops. There's nothing much we can do..." He looked around, and checked the living room, the bedroom, and the even the kitchen before going back to where Marco was standing. "They dind't took nothing of value. His wallet is still here." He waved Carlisle's wallet in the air as he spoke, and opened it. There was still a couple of bills in there, all his credit cards, everything. "This wasn't a robbery, Marco." He crouched, picking the cat up, and caressing it as he positioned his arms in such away Jasper could lye down against his chest. "They wanted to kidnap him... I just have no idea why, I don't think there's any reason why they would do this to him... Did he tell you anything that could have ended up in this situation?"

Remi was so confused right now. He had already so many things in is head, and even though his mind was completely focused on Carlisle right now, it felt like it was still working at a mile per hour. He felt sick, too, like he was about to throw up, but kept himself from doing so. Remi felt his airways starting to close up, the onset of a panic attack. He should follow Marco's advice and calm down. So he started to think about his breathing. Slow intake of breath, count to ten while doing it. Stop. Count to two. Take a deep breath out, count to five while doing it. Stop. Count to two. Slow intake of breath...

thor-sonof-odin-deactivated2015

Chinese, if that’s okay.

Yeah, chinese sounds good.

#do you wanna start the para?#james

One Way, Or Another || Carlisle and Remi

Carlisle took a deep breath into the kiss, feeling Remi’s hands shoot down his body to his aching member. He cupped the man’s face, moaning into the passionate kiss. His breath hitched, feeling the contrast of the hot water and the cold tile of his shower wall, but he loved it. He couldn’t get enough of it. Nodding, breathing heavily, Carlisle took a few breaths to regain his thoughts for only a second. “Take me Remi….” Carlisle whispered into the confined space between the both of them, pulling Remi in for another heated kiss, his cock rubbing against the NFL player’s as he closed the small amount of distance between them. Carlisle, broke the kiss for a moment, placing his forehead against Remi’s his hands traveling down to the larger man’s cock, taking it into his hand and confidently began stroking it.

Remi moaned as he felt Carlisle's hand on his cock, eyes closed with pleasure. "Fuck..." He slipped a hand in between Carlisle's legs, pressing a finger against the other's hole. He then pressed harder, until the finger slipped inside of him. Remi breathed heavily now, lust taking over every action of his body, he moved his finger inside Carlisle, searching for his prostate, aiming to give him as much pleasure as Remi could possible give.

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