by Peter Styles
Then, he saw it. Just as he began to look away from the woman’s phone, a picture of a tan, muscular man with curly raven locks and sparkling green eyes popped up on her screen. Lincoln. Wyatt’s jaw actually dropped from the shock. What were the chances the woman next to him knew Lincoln? Thankfully, Lincoln had posted a couple of photos in a row so, when she scrolled, he could still see the username. Getting his phone back out, he typed it in. His brow instantly furrowed at the bio on the profile.
Jack Brannon / 27 / Co-CEO of Dual Lux
At first, Wyatt thought maybe his eyes had played tricks on him. Perhaps this Jack Brannon guy was just similar looking to Lincoln, and Wyatt’s eyes were just seeing what they wanted. As soon as he looked down at the actual pictures, those thoughts evaporated. It was definitely Lincoln. Nearly every photo on the profile was a high definition photograph of Lincoln modeling or showing off some product. Most of them, of course, showed off his defined muscles and charming smile. And the sheer amount of followers he had, counting in at just over two million. Each photograph had tens of thousands of likes, and just as many comments from fans. He followed the links on the profile to realize that Dual Lux was a pretty successful merchandiser. They had dozens of sponsors that used Dual Lux to promote their goods and sell them through their popular online store. The company even had a Youtube channel where they did full reviews of the products, featuring Lincoln front and center in nearly every video. Apparently, Jack Brannon was the one turning heads to the company.
His immediate thought was the first conversation they had where Wyatt had joked that Lincoln was on par with models and actors. Apparently, Wyatt hadn’t been that far off. Beyond that though, Wyatt was thoroughly confused. The day before, when he allowed himself to bellyache over how things had gone with Lincoln, he had taken it upon himself to research the man. Everything about him had checked out. Lincoln Prescott had seemed to be a real person, though there weren’t any photographs of him anywhere. That had made Wyatt a little skeptical at the time, but then he checked out the small details Lincoln had mentioned in the hours they talked at the bar. Being raised upstate, moving to the city after college across the country, starting out as an intern at a small magazine company and climbing his way to marketing executive before lobbying his position to a bigger company, were all details that checked out when he researched Lincoln Prescott. Wyatt found short articles and a couple of professional profiles to prove it.
It simply didn’t make sense… Which was the real Lincoln? Was Wyatt being catfished somehow? It didn’t make sense. Both Lincoln Prescott and Jack Brannon were successful, so why wouldn’t he just be straightforward with one of the aliases? How did he manage to have two full-time jobs, one with Dual Lux and one with Engle-Smith Marketing Inc.? Wyatt was starting to realize that maybe Lincoln really had been telling the truth when he said his life was complicated because none of it made sense. The train came to a stop and Wyatt stood, making his way out of the station with a heavy mind. Could he even bring it up to Lincoln? What if he got pissed and tried to kick him out? Surely there had to be a way he could go about it where he could get his answers without pissing Lincoln off.
He let his feet find the way to Lincoln’s apartment building, too lost in his thoughts to pay attention to his surroundings. Within just a few minutes, Wyatt reached Lincoln’s building and made his way up to his floor. When the metal doors parted, Wyatt let out an uneven breath. Damn, he was nervous. Before the commute over he had been pondering on how to act toward Lincoln because of how things ended the other day but, with all this new information, he was at a total loss. He was already there, and he had to try and get through it. Wyatt was itching to figure out the mystery behind Lincoln.
Pacing over to his door, Wyatt gave a quick rap on it before stepping back. Just a few moments later, the door opened. Lincoln was silhouetted in the door frame, smiling warmly at Wyatt. “Evening,” he greeted, opening the door wide enough for Wyatt to come in. “The trip alright?”
“Usual ride on the subway,” he muttered in response. His panicked mind felt cornered by the general question, as if Lincoln could read his thoughts and knew exactly what had happened.
“Why do you take the train if you make decent money? Enjoy the aroma of body odor and perfumy women?” Lincoln teased lightly, as he strolled across the open space to a bar he had in the corner.
“I don’t like traffic, and I actually enjoy riding the subway. People watching is one of my top hobbies,” Wyatt answered rather plainly, walking over and sitting down on the couch.
“Okay then,” Lincoln muttered, taking notice that Wyatt wasn’t joking like he had been the other day. “What kind of drink would you like?”
“Whatever you’re having is fine.” The only noise was the commotion made by Lincoln mixing some drinks. Then, he made his way over to Wyatt, two Cuba Libres in hand. “I thought you didn’t like these,” Wyatt commented, as he grabbed one of the glasses.
“I don’t, but you do,” Lincoln smiled at him, taking a seat next to him and a sip of the cocktail. “How have you been?”
“Busy.”
“Ah,” Lincoln replied, his eyes analyzing him carefully. “Is something the matter?”
Wyatt had to get out of his own head, he was making it far too obvious. “No, sorry. It’s just been a long day,” he muttered, giving Lincoln a weak smile before taking a few deep gulps of his beverage before setting it to the side.
Lincoln sat his drink down as well, a smirk coming over his features, “Well, I can help with that.” He then craned his head down and began kissing at Wyatt’s neck. For a minute, Wyatt actually gave into it, his eyes closing in reaction to the sensation of Lincoln’s lips on his neck. Lincoln’s hand was immediately on Wyatt’s crotch, rubbing at him through the fabric of his pants. Wyatt bit his lip, trying to hold himself back. He really couldn’t get over the thought of being lied to. He didn’t even know if Lincoln was the real name of the man kissing his neck. And while it shouldn’t have bothered him, since they had met on an app dedicated to casual sex, it did.
“Well, it wasn’t my day that was long. Really, it was just the train ride over,” Wyatt blurted out.
Pulling back from Wyatt’s neck slowly, Lincoln gave Wyatt a puzzled and humored look. “I thought you said it had been a usual ride?”
“Well, I lied a little,” Wyatt admitted, his eyes averted from Lincoln.
“Oh? Then what was unusual about it?” Lincoln asked, leaning back down to kiss slowly at Wyatt’s neck.
“It was the woman next to me,” he answered in a murmur, using immense concentration to prevent himself getting sucked into the temptations Lincoln was providing.
“What, did she make a move on you?” he chuckled, into Wyatt’s sensitive skin.
“No… It was something she was looking at.”
Lincoln sat up straight again, chuckling softly, “What? Was she watching porn or something?”
Wyatt shook his head no, “It wasn’t porn. It was on Instagram… a guy named Jack Brannon.”
His lime green eyes widened in shock, but then he looked away, “Drop it, Wyatt.”
“I don’t want to bring it up just to piss you off—”
“That’s exactly what you’re going to do if you don’t drop it,” Lincoln warned.
“I feel lied to,” Wyatt interjected. “We talked for hours, and the entire time you were filling my head with lies. I feel as though that warrants being upset.”
Lincoln rubbed his forehead, “I didn’t lie to you about anything. I just didn’t give the full truth, either.”
“Is that so, Mr. Brannon?”
“That isn’t my real name. Lincoln Prescott truly is my name.”
“You expect me to believe that you use your real name for a casual sex app, but not your modeling career?” Wyatt challenged.
He dropped his face onto Wyatt’s shoulder, letting out a groan of frustration. “Because I am Lincoln Prescott, and the modeling thing was never planned,” Lincoln explai
ned, as he sat up straight. A heavy sigh had passed his lips before he began again. “I’ve worked in the marketing industry for a while, and when I got to my company now, we figured out the power of influence that social media has on consumers. But people don’t like seeing just regular advertisements, they scroll right past them. Then, after a little more digging, we found that models, who are still relatable, are an excellent way to advertise. You set them up social media accounts like any other celebrity, have them be funny and relaxed, and then use product placement. Sometimes it’s subtle, like what I’m wearing or the cups I’m drinking out of. Other times, it is full-blown reviews. We chose me so that we didn’t have to hire a model to do it. And a lot of my life is consumed by it, forced to commit all of my time to continue to push the brands we represent. Meaning there’s people out there that follow my every move, reading into every little detail in a picture. Not saying it’s an overwhelming amount, but enough to make me weary. There’s always some crazy ones, right? I like to keep my real life private. That means a total separation from myself and the alias Jack Brannon.” His tone remained bored and very dull, not at all enthused to have to talk about it. “So, now you know. Will you—”
“Wait,” Wyatt interrupted, turning to face him. “Is this why you won’t go on a legitimate date with me? Because you’re an Instagram model?”
Lincoln let out another laden sigh, “You’re oversimplifying it, Wyatt.”
“Then what is it? It’s not like I’m trying to brow beat you into going on a date with me. I’m just trying to understand. We had an amazing time the other night, then you basically say you don’t want to see me again while acting all cold and distant. Then you agree to hook up again, and you act like you never said you didn’t want to see me. If it was just about sex for you, how could you act like nothing happened?”
“To be pleasant?” Lincoln challenged. “You were the one who messaged me, Wyatt. You knew what I said before sending that message, so anything you learned after that should be irrelevant. Just because you know who I am now, doesn’t mean that changes my stance on whether or not I’m willing to date anyone right now.”
“I’m not saying that it changes it. I’m saying your reasoning is selfish as hell,” Wyatt explained.
Lincoln shot up from the couch, an annoyed expression on his face, “I didn’t agree for you to come over for you to give me your unwarranted criticisms. I’m sorry I acted like nothing happened. I know that isn’t exactly fair to you, but I thought it would be easiest. Clearly, I was wrong about that. We can do what we met to do, or you can go. It’s whatever you want to do.”
Wyatt sat in silence, his eyes on the floor. He had overstepped his bounds, hadn’t he? He was letting his own emotions dictate his actions, which never worked out for Wyatt. Even if Lincoln’s reasoning really was irrational, it was his decision to make, and Wyatt didn’t get a say in that. “I’m sorry,” he called to Lincoln softly, his eyes coaxing to him. “I won’t bring it up again.”
Lincoln visibly deflated and then cleared his throat, “Thank you.” They stared at one another for a long moment before he continued. “Would you like to join me?” he asked, extending a hand to Wyatt.
Chapter 5: The Arrangement
Hesitantly, Wyatt grasped his hand and stood up from the couch. Lincoln kept hold of his hand as he guided him down the hall. Admittedly, Wyatt felt a little defeated. He really felt like the two of them had a connection; one that could go beyond just having sex. But if Lincoln wasn’t willing to consider it, could he really do anything about it? At the very least, Wyatt was going to try and enjoy the time he did have with Lincoln. They walked into the bedroom, and Lincoln pulled him to the bed. He sat down on the edge of the mattress, gesturing for Wyatt to sit next to him. As soon as Wyatt sat, Lincoln’s face leaned toward his. Their lips met in a rushed and rough kiss, Wyatt’s hand moving to hold Lincoln’s cheek.
Wyatt’s heart felt like it could have beaten right out of his chest, overwhelmed by the emotions Lincoln’s kisses provoked within him. The snapback was snatched off the top of his head, Lincoln grabbing at the roots of Wyatt’s white strands as he pushed him back onto the bed. Lincoln’s firm body pressed hard against him, and Wyatt was able to feel Lincoln’s growing erection pressed against his leg. Nimble fingers glided down the front of Lincoln’s shirt as Wyatt popped open each button. Lincoln took off his shirt before pulling Wyatt’s hoodie off over his head. Just as Wyatt reached down to free his own hard-on from his joggers, Lincoln’s hands snatched his wrists away and pressed them to the bed above Wyatt’s head. His cerulean blues popped open to stare up at Lincoln as he carefully pressed his crotch down against Wyatt’s. A breathy moan escaped Wyatt’s lips as Lincoln slowly dragged himself up and down against Wyatt. His member throbbed inside the fabric, Lincoln’s actions really winding him up. A blush actually came over Lincoln’s cheeks as he hovered above Wyatt, biting his own lip as he too found pleasure in the simple teasing.
When Wyatt began to drag his hips up and down as well, Lincoln lost his patience and let go of one of Wyatt’s wrists to reach down and unfasten his own pants. As soon as he unzipped, Lincoln pulled his boxers down as well to free his erection. Before he could do anything else, Wyatt’s hand formed around the base of his large member. He began stroking him slowly and sensually. Lincoln’s eyes closed, his head leaning back as he groaned. Wyatt’s hand cautiously twisted about his member, and his thumb rubbed the tip each time he came to the top. Lincoln looked back down to him, his eyes burning with desire. He pulled his member away from Wyatt’s grasp and stood from the bed, “Take off the rest of your clothes,” Lincoln instructed.
Usually, Wyatt wasn’t the type to take orders but, for some reason, he found it incredibly hot when Lincoln bossed him around during sex. As Lincoln began to dig in his nightstand, Wyatt kicked off his trainers and pulled down his joggers. Lincoln crawled back over him, condom and lube already on his member. He kissed Wyatt passionately, his tongue slipping past Wyatt’s lips to graze against his. Wyatt could feel all of the frustration in the way he kissed, but it didn’t take away the sensuality. It was like hate-fucking, but milder. Lincoln then pulled back from the kiss and stared intently into Wyatt’s eyes for a long moment. He kissed Wyatt again before grabbing his hip and flipping onto his back.
Positioning himself onto all fours, Wyatt anticipated Lincoln’s touch. Two warm hands were on his buttocks, rubbing the skin rather roughly before Lincoln pushed his cheeks apart. The head of his dick pressed into Wyatt. Wyatt’s entire body tingled then, craving Lincoln’s touch. Lincoln began to pump himself into Wyatt, groaning from behind him as he found a rhythm. Gripping the blankets and biting his lip, Wyatt was lost in a sea of pleasure each time Lincoln penetrated his prostate. He began to push himself back into each thrust, Lincoln’s nails digging into Wyatt’s sides. “Hold still,” Lincoln growled, lowly.
Smirking to himself, Wyatt purred, “Yes, Mr. Brannon.” He turned his head to look back at Lincoln’s reaction.
“What did you just call me?” Lincoln growled, his eyes widened and brow lowered; though he never broke the rhythm of his hips.
Wyatt kept the smug look on his face, letting his eyes flutter close in Lincoln’s sight. “Oh, Jack,” he moaned loudly, biting his lip.
A snarl had sounded from Lincoln before his movements became even rougher. Wyatt had to bite down on the blankets to keep from crying out. Lincoln pushed Wyatt’s legs in more to make his bottom go higher in the air. He began to press into Wyatt’s prostate rapidly, not withdrawing himself far before pushing right back into it. Jolts of intense arousal shot through Wyatt, his own member in need of relief. Reaching between his legs, he began to stroke himself rapidly. His hand was suddenly forced away, and his face was pressed into the surface of the bed. Lincoln grabbed both of Wyatt’s wrists and held them behind his back. Wyatt let out a whimper, needing to get some sexual relief. “Say it again,” Lincoln whispered, huskily.
Wyatt’s own arousal intensified.
Was Lincoln getting off on being called by his stage name? Had he never allowed himself to fantasize about it? No matter the reason, Wyatt was more than happy to play along. “Oooh, Mr. Brannon,” he moaned, loudly.
The hold on Wyatt’s wrists grew tighter as Lincoln slammed into him even harder. “Again,” he said, breathlessly.
“I need you, Jack. Oh fuck, I need you,” Wyatt managed to get out between his genuine moans. “God damn, you’re driving me crazy. Please, Jack,” he whimpered, his privates really starting to ache from lack of attention.
Then in a sudden move, Lincoln released Wyatt’s hands, pushing him to lay flat on the bed and then laid on top of him. He then rolled to the side, pulling Wyatt with him. They were skin to skin as Lincoln continued his movements. Reaching around Wyatt, Lincoln firmly grabbed his member and began tugging him off. Uncontainable moans erupted from Wyatt, the sexual frustration quickly turning to gratification. Lincoln’s lips kissed all along the back of Wyatt’s neck until he reached his shoulder, biting down to muffle his own cries of pleasure.
Wyatt’s hand reached back and ran through Lincoln’s curls, pulling at his hair lightly as he ravaged Wyatt’s body. Even when sex was mixed with frustration and angst, it was still amazing between the two of them. It was never awkward, but just sheer pleasure.
As Wyatt began to peak, he turned his cheek toward Lincoln. “Oh, Jack,” he cried; Lincoln didn’t have to ask anymore, Wyatt knew what he wanted to hear. Peeling back from Wyatt’s shoulder, Lincoln lifted himself a bit to reach Wyatt’s mouth. Lincoln’s lips crashed into his feverishly. His powerful hips and skilled hand moved rapidly against Wyatt. Wyatt’s cries were muffled by Lincoln’s mouth as he hit his climax. His entire body quivered from the force of it, leaving him unable to catch his breath.
