by Peter Styles
“Couldn’t pass me up?”
Wyatt’s cheeks reddened a bit, a sheepish expression coming over his face, “Definitely not.”
Lincoln’s intense gaze raked over Wyatt yet again, only worsening his shyness. “You really are adorable,” he commented.
“I’d consider myself handsome or angelic, but I guess adorable is acceptable,” Wyatt teased.
“You’re definitely handsome as well,” Lincoln agreed. Fingertips grazed across Wyatt’s back, sending shivers down his spine. It certainly was going to be an interesting night.
Chapter 2: Night Cap
They were in their own little world. Wyatt and Lincoln sat at the bar for hours, nursing cocktails while captivated by their lively, witty banter. Their eyes were glossed from having one too many drinks and twinkling with admiration for one another, even if they didn’t want to admit it to themselves. It wasn’t until the waiters started putting the chairs on the tables that they realized just how much time had passed. “So much for a quick drink, huh?” Lincoln commented as they both idly watched the employees begin to close the bar.
“Quick is such a relative term. Who knows how long we would have stayed if they remained open? This could be a quick drink in comparison,” Wyatt hypothesized, propping his head up by the elbow, his chin resting in his palm.
“Sure you haven’t had too much to drink?” Lincoln teased.
“Positive,” Wyatt chuckled, staring lazily at Lincoln.
“Well, if you’re so positive of that, how about we get out of here?” he proposed, with a slight smirk.
The initial intent of their rendezvous had honestly long since left Wyatt’s mind. Had they really been there for three hours just talking? Time had flown by. Wyatt gave a lopsided grin and replied, “Sounds good to me.” Lincoln stood from his chair, putting some cash on the bar to cover their drinks and tip. “What a gentleman,” Wyatt cooed.
Lincoln let out a breathy chuckle, putting an arm around Wyatt and resting his hand on his hip. “I wouldn’t get used to it,” he whispered in Wyatt’s ear, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
They made their way out of the bar, Wyatt finding himself holding to the hem of Lincoln’s suit jacket to keep himself steady. He wasn’t drunk, but he was definitely buzzed. Lincoln didn’t seem to mind, keeping Wyatt drawn into his side as they walked a couple of blocks to get to Lincoln’s apartment building. Wyatt embraced the cool wind in his drunken stupor. His eyes slid closed, his chin tilting toward the sky as the wind whipped his white locks all around. “What are you doing?” Lincoln questioned, the tip of his nose lightly brushing against Wyatt’s jawline.
Wyatt opened one eye, peeking over at Lincoln. His heart was fluttering, but he was managing to keep a calm composure. “Enjoying this beautiful weather, of course.”
“The wind chill is going to freeze your face off,” Lincoln chuckled.
“Wouldn’t that be upsetting! I would never get a date again.”
“You don’t know that for sure. Maybe a blind guy would want you,” Lincoln chortled as he opened the door to his apartment building, gesturing for Wyatt to enter.
“So you wouldn’t hook up with me if I didn’t have a face?” Wyatt asked in a mock-shocked tone, followed by a gasp. “How shallow of you, Mr. Prescott.”
Lincoln led him to the elevator, pressing the button for his floor before turning his attention to Wyatt. “What can I say, it’s one of your only good attributes.”
“Rude,” Wyatt laughed, knowing that Lincoln wasn’t being serious. “You don’t even know all of my attributes yet, so to say it is one of my only good ones is unfair,” he corrected Lincoln, sticking his tongue out at him.
Lincoln formed a deviant smile, leaning into Wyatt’s ear and purring to him, “Well, I can’t wait to know all of them.” Wyatt’s skin was taken over by goosebumps, desire pulsing in his core. Turning his head, Wyatt came face to face with Lincoln, their noses almost grazing one another’s. His eyes locked in on Lincoln’s full lips, getting an incredible urge to kiss them, but he didn’t have the nerve. Lincoln’s face started to close the distance between the two of them when a soft ding sounded, and the elevator doors opened. He abruptly pulled back, showing an impish smile, “We’re here.”
With a soft pout, Wyatt followed Lincoln down the hall to the end of the corridor. Unlocking his apartment door, Lincoln then pushed it open and let Wyatt saunter in before following behind him. Wyatt’s eyes traced around the dark room until Lincoln turned the lights on. As soon as the room was illuminated, he was astonished by the space. It was vast and open with modern fixtures, all color coordinated in shades of cobalt, cream and gray. It had a sophisticated feel with how clean and new everything was. It wasn’t quite as homey as Wyatt’s loft apartment, but it was welcoming at least. “Great place. Could use some more art though,” Wyatt commented, tapping his chin as he glanced around at the rather generic art hanging up on the walls.
“Are you trying to solicit a commission now?” Lincoln teased, tossing his keys and wallet onto a small table by the door.
“Hell, I’d do it for free. This place is too beautiful to have such cliché artwork,” Wyatt called to him as he stared at a small wooden sign that simply read Home and hung on a wall that separated the living room from the kitchen. “What, do you need this to tell you it’s your home? Are you that lost in life that you need your home labeled, Mr. Prescott?” He tutted, shaking his head, “Where did you get this, a dollar store?”
Hands appeared on his sides from behind, turning his head a bit to look at him out of the corner of his eye, “You really want to spend your time critiquing my décor?” Lincoln asked, his pools of dazzling green shimmering with lust. Wyatt’s breath caught in his throat, his gaze returning to Lincoln’s plush lips. When his eyes returned to Lincoln’s, a flame sparked in the air between them. They leaned into one another and shared a soft, sensual kiss. Wyatt was set ablaze by his tender lips on his, desire exponentially growing within him. He pulled back momentarily, looking up into Lincoln’s eyes.
In a surge of hormones, Lincoln hastily turned Wyatt around and pushed him back into the wall. His firm, muscular body pinned Wyatt’s lanky frame. They shared heated, passionate kisses, leaving Wyatt completely winded. Wyatt’s body tingled with anticipation as Lincoln gripped Wyatt’s hips and held them against his own. Wyatt’s hands found Lincoln’s tie, pulling him even closer. There was such an electricity behind the kiss, captivating Wyatt’s every single thought. No longer was there this underlying anxiety and need to be funny—in that moment, there was only their bodies. Wyatt quickly undid Lincoln’s tie and let it drop to the floor before starting to unbutton his shirt. Lincoln thrust his pelvis into Wyatt’s, his hands moving into those soft, feathery white locks. His fingers clutched at the strands of the roots, sending spikes of arousal through him. Once Lincoln’s shirt was completely unbuttoned, he let his hands liberally explore his powerful form. God, it was like he was prepared to go to the Olympics with how in shape he was. Wyatt’s erection throbbed against Lincoln. Lincoln let out a groan, pulling Wyatt away from the wall and starting to guide them to the bedroom, their lips never losing contact as they kissed and nibbled at one another.
As they stumbled their way across the apartment, Wyatt pushed Lincoln’s suit jacket from his shoulders, and Lincoln removed Wyatt’s belt in one fluid motion. Wyatt then took off his own jacket before Lincoln grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. When their lips collided again, Lincoln parted Wyatt’s with his tongue. His heated flesh explored Wyatt’s mouth, caressing his tongue in deliberate and skilled strokes. Moans sounded from deep within Wyatt’s throat. He could taste the whiskey and bitter on Lincoln’s breath, even the hint of sweetness from the cocktail cherries and orange slices that were in his drinks.
Wyatt was so lost in the emotions and hormones that he hadn’t even realized they had made it to the bedroom until Lincoln was leaning him against the bedroom door. Lincoln’s lips peele
d away from Wyatt’s and moved down to his neck. The kisses Lincoln showered him with were wet and hot, titillating every inch of skin that his lips brushed across. Then, in an unexpected turn, Lincoln’s lips started down Wyatt’s torso. A shiver ran up the length of Wyatt’s spine in anticipation as he watched Lincoln slowly sink to his knees. He hadn’t expected Lincoln to be willing to give him head. Normally with hookups, the sex was pretty straightforward and not a whole lot of foreplay. Wyatt certainly wasn’t going to complain though.
Lincoln unbuttoned Wyatt’s pants and began to shrug them down, along with his boxer briefs. Wyatt’s erection sprung from the fabric, his cheeks instantly flushing. Lincoln looked up to him, seduction and lust glistening in his vivid lagoon pools. Pulling off his button down and tossing it to the side, Lincoln left Wyatt with a ridiculously attractive view of Lincoln’s muscular form in his business slacks and Italian leather shoes, on his knees for Wyatt. Even Wyatt had to admit, it was a pretty empowering sight. He didn’t think he was going to come down from this ego high for a long while.
Then, Lincoln grasped Wyatt’s member by the hilt and closed his eyes. His soft lips pressed to the tip of Wyatt’s dick, causing him to shudder. Lincoln began to take him into his mouth, letting his warm tongue graze over the sensitive organ. As he began to suck, hollowing his cheeks, Wyatt’s head fell back against the door. “Oh, fuck,” Wyatt breathed, groaning as Lincoln began bobbing his head back and forth. Lincoln’s tongue swirled all around his member, his cheeks never breaking from their hollowed shape. Each time he got to Wyatt’s tip, his tongue would flick over it and trace circles, before bobbing his head back in. Lincoln’s mouth was so soft and wet, it was driving Wyatt wild. His mouth hung open, his fingers combing through Lincoln’s raven curls.
His movements became faster and began taking more of Wyatt’s member in his mouth. Wyatt’s tip started to graze the velvety, slick surface of Lincoln’s throat. His hips instinctively bucked into Lincoln’s face, moans erupting from him freely. Suddenly, Lincoln then pulled away. Wyatt’s eyes opened in a flutter, watching as Lincoln stood up. He pulled Wyatt away from the door, bringing Wyatt into his chest as he kissed him hard on the mouth. Wyatt kissed Lincoln back, while wrapping both arms around his neck.
Moving him backward, Lincoln guided Wyatt across the room. With a gentle push, Wyatt fell onto the surface of the bed. Lincoln stood to the side, taking off the rest of his clothes. Wyatt couldn’t help but marvel for a moment too long. Lincoln was like a god among men, perfectly sculpted and covered in inviting, rich tanned skin. Then, Wyatt watched as Lincoln slowly crawled onto the bed and over him. He looked like a wildcat with his muscular frame and intense, determined eyes. When he came to a stop, Lincoln pulled Wyatt’s shoes and pants off, discarding them to the floor. Laying over Wyatt, Lincoln seized his lips in a heated, passionate kiss. Wyatt eagerly slid his tongue past Lincoln’s lips, deepening the kiss.
Lincoln’s strong hands roamed all over Wyatt, gripping at him possessively as they made out. Wyatt boldly reached between them and grabbed Lincoln’s rock hard member. He groaned, pushing himself further into Wyatt’s grasp. Wyatt’s own member throbbed almost painfully from getting so aroused, only to not find relief. Lincoln extended his arm to the night stand, digging through the drawer while never breaking from the kiss. When his hand came back, he reluctantly pulled away and sat up on his knees. He unwrapped a condom and placed it on the tip of his member. Wyatt bravely reached down and slowly rolled it the rest of the way down Lincoln’s dick. As Wyatt continued to stroke Lincoln’s large, hard member, Lincoln squeezed some lube into Wyatt’s hand. Lincoln sat there for a moment, watching with satisfaction as Wyatt massaged the lube over the condom.
He didn’t wait long though. Lincoln pulled out of Wyatt’s hold before grabbing his legs and bringing Wyatt’s calves to his shoulders. Wyatt’s lower back was off the bed, his body curved to give Lincoln access to his backside. His heart pounded in his chest, so aroused he could hardly stand it. He watched as Lincoln bit his lip and lined himself up to Wyatt’s ass. Then, Lincoln thrust into him, Wyatt gasping loudly at the sudden sensation. Lincoln easily found a rhythm, pushing in and out of him at a constant speed. His member filled Wyatt completely, in the most satisfying of ways.
Wyatt could feel Lincoln’s intense gaze on him, opening his eyes to find Lincoln watching him intently. His cheeks reddened even more. He wasn’t used to being watched while having sex, typically his partners kept their eyes closed and stayed in their own little worlds. The fact that Lincoln was actually looking at him felt… intimate. It only heightened his arousal, his toes curling and hands clutching at the blankets. He bore his legs down against Lincoln’s shoulders to hold his bottom up higher.
“Touch yourself,” Lincoln purred, huskily.
It was all so overwhelming and intimate that Wyatt genuinely couldn’t believe it was happening. He thought maybe it was just a fantastic wet dream. If it was, he really didn’t want to wake up. Was Lincoln like this with all his one-night-stands? It didn’t really matter. At least Lincoln was making the most of it rather than being self-conscious and shy.
Wyatt locked eyes with Lincoln as he gently grasped his own privates. He began stroking himself, sucking in a breath and biting his lip to hold back from groaning too loudly. His grip was firm, gliding his hand up and down his member expertly. Lincoln’s hips ground into him even faster, Wyatt rubbing himself at the same speed. Wyatt was breathless, in total ecstasy as Lincoln dominated his body. He watched as Lincoln’s eyes would flicker down to Wyatt’s busy hand, looking for a few long moments before returning to Wyatt’s gaze. Lincoln slammed into him, repeatedly hitting his g-spot. Wyatt couldn’t hold back his moans, his eyes closing as he began to build to his climax. As he started to stroke himself faster, his hand was pulled away and replaced with Lincoln’s. Lincoln tugged him off as he pushed Wyatt’s ass higher, continuously going as deep as he could. Wyatt moaned loudly as he came, waves of pleasure coursing through him. Lincoln pounded into him rapidly until he reached his own peak, then withdrawing himself.
Hovering over Wyatt, Lincoln leaned down and gave him a deep kiss before standing from the bed, needing to clean himself off. Exhausted and out of breath, Wyatt laid in the massive bed with an arm tossed over his eyes. God, that had been amazing. Wyatt was still tingling from it. A couple of minutes later, Lincoln returned and laid on the bed next to him. He pulled Wyatt onto his side, kissing and nibbling at his neck while his hand roamed. “Wanna go again?” Lincoln asked, Wyatt able to hear the smirk he had on his face in his voice.
“Again?” Wyatt scoffed. “You aren’t tired?”
“I am,” Lincoln began, propping himself up a bit to look down at Wyatt. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to get the most out of this night.”
A shiver ran up Wyatt’s back, nibbling his lip. “Alright,” he grinned.
Lincoln smiled right back, “Excellent.” He then kissed Wyatt on the lips, cradling his cheek. Wyatt never wanted the night to end.
Chapter 3: It Was Just Sex
Wyatt hadn’t slept that well in forever. His body was exhausted from that invigorating night with Lincoln. All too soon, the bright morning light filled the room, stirring both Wyatt and Lincoln from their slumbers. As he became aware of his body, Wyatt noticed he was surrounded by the warm skin of Lincoln, who was holding him from behind as he spooned Wyatt with their legs intertwined. His nose was pressed against the back of Wyatt’s neck. Lincoln tenderly trailed his hand along Wyatt’s side as he started to wake up. Wyatt was the first to open his eyes, letting out a long yawn and rubbing them. “Morning,” Wyatt called back to Lincoln, his voice croaky.
“Shh,” was all he replied, still holding Wyatt to him.
Wyatt chuckled quickly, letting his eyes flutter closed again and just relax while he melted into Lincoln’s embrace. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually cuddled with someone. It was nice. Lincoln’s presence was warm and inviting, making Wyatt feel so comfor
table and safe. Wyatt nuzzled his head back against Lincoln’s, “Hey, you wanna do something today? Maybe we could hang out, go walk around the city or something. I know this art shop where—” Lincoln ripped away from Wyatt, letting out a frustrated sigh as he climbed out of bed. Wyatt sat up, looking over at him in confusion. “Is something wrong?”
He didn’t reply at first, walking over to his dresser and pulling out a fresh pair of boxers. “You need to leave,” Lincoln answered simply, as he grabbed himself a new pair of pants as well.
“I don’t understand…” Wyatt muttered. “Is it because I asked you to hang out? Why can’t we do something today? Do you have work or something?”
“No,” Lincoln answered, vaguely. There wasn’t hostility to his voice, there was just nothing.
“Then… what is it? I thought we had a good time last night.”
“We did.”
“Then why can’t we hang out?” Wyatt questioned. He didn't understand Lincoln at all. They had such a natural chemistry between them… Was Lincoln really not interested in him in the slightest? It wasn’t like he was disappointed with the sex, or else he wouldn’t have wanted to do it multiple times.
Lincoln pulled out a dress shirt from his closet and slid it on. “We had an arrangement, remember? It was just a hookup, Wyatt.”
“Really?” Wyatt questioned critically, rising from the bed and starting to make his way over to Lincoln. “Are you really trying to tell me you felt nothing last night?”
“It was good sex, I’ll give you that.”
“I’m not even talking about the sex,” Wyatt groaned. “How many other hookups have you sat in a bar with for hours talking?”
Lincoln was hesitant to answer, busying himself by buttoning his shirt. “It was a first. It doesn’t mean anything though. We had a good night together. Why can’t you leave it at that?”
