by Peter Styles
“Why is the company named Dual Lux?” Wyatt asked, as he took off his jacket and shirt.
“It means double light, as in we shine two lights on our products; ads and reviews. And, people seem to like obscure-sounding names, but not comical either. Has a nice ring, doesn’t it?”
Wyatt snickered, “Surprisingly, yeah.” Pulling the shirt on, he stood up and walked to Lincoln’s bedroom, finding his snapback and putting it on backward. He didn’t want to fidget with his hair through the entire video. He moved back into the living room and plopped down next to him. “Okay, I’m ready.”
Lincoln nodded and grabbed a small remote from his armrest and pressed a button. A red light on the video camera came on. Lincoln put on a professional smile, “Hi, there. Welcome to another review video brought to you by Dual Lux. Today we’re going to be reviewing products for couples, and here to test them out with me is my partner, Wyatt.” Wyatt then gave the camera a small wave and smiled. “Let’s get started, shall we?”
He leaned over and grabbed an item out of the box. The first thing he picked up was a neatly folded fleece that was packaged with ribbon. “What is that?” Wyatt asked, trying to get a better look at it.
Lincoln read the label and then said, “It’s one of those blankets with sleeves, but it holds two people.” He began to untie the ribbons and unfurl the blanket, “Do I hog the blankets?” he asked Wyatt.
“No,” Wyatt chuckled. He really wanted to make fun of it, having always found those blankets with sleeves to be ridiculous. It was like marketing a robe that you just happened to wear backward. He knew he needed to keep it positive like Lincoln said, “But, I think it could be nice for if we’re watching TV or something.”
Lincoln spread the blanket out, turning it to where the sleeves were aligned with their arms. Wyatt put his arms through it and pulled it up to his chest. When he glanced over to Lincoln, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter. It was pretty ridiculous looking, especially on Lincoln who was so fit and handsome. Lincoln was trying to hold in his own laughter, “What do you think?”
“If this is really worth whatever they are paying you,” Wyatt laughed, unable to help himself.
Lincoln quickly paused the video and turned to him. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” Lincoln chuckled. “This is, I think, one of the tamer products.”
“And I have to be positive?” Wyatt questioned, his laughter starting to die off.
“You can’t muster up some nice things to say about it? And I thought this was ‘simple enough,’” Lincoln teased.
“Fine, fine,” Wyatt chuckled, before giving a big sigh. “I’m sorry. You just look so out of place in it.”
Lincoln chuckled, “I’ll take that as a compliment. Ready?”
Wyatt nodded, and Lincoln resumed the video. They went on to give the blanket a nice review, talking about how soft it was and talking about how convenient it was to have two sets of sleeves. Once they were out of things to say about it, they moved on to the next item. They reviewed things like the couple of mittens, teacups split into two, a special headphone jack that allowed for two sets of headphones to be attached to it, puzzle piece key chains, and various matching clothes. A particular set of tank tops left Wyatt in tears from laughter—together, they read “Swole Mates”. Lincoln was very muscular and fit, but Wyatt was a string bean in comparison. It was hilarious to him that he was wearing the one that said “swole”, and the fact that they were just so cheesy. Some of the products were actually cute or nifty. Wyatt particularly liked the novelty toaster that had a mechanism on the side where you could write messages on it, and it would toast it onto the bread, to leave your lover a note with their breakfast. He also admired a bar set that had mine and yours etched into two glasses, and the decanter said ours. They were both cheesy as hell, but Wyatt personally found them to be adorable.
“Okay, last item,” Lincoln announced, as he retrieved the final product left to review. He handed Wyatt plastic lips that were about the size of his palm, that had a silicon pad on the center of it.
“This is?” he asked.
“A long-distance kissing simulator,” Lincoln said, reading the packaging. “You kiss the center part, and it transmits the movements to the other.”
“Oh, I’ve heard of these,” Wyatt nodded. “It looks… interesting. Here, do you feel this?” he asked, running his fingertips across it.
Lincoln pressed his gadget to his lips to feel for the movement. He actually gasped, “I do,” he said, lifting it to look at it. “That’s pretty damn cool.”
“Well, let’s try it,” Wyatt suggested, raising the gadget to his lips too. Looking at one another, they kissed the silicon at the same time. Wyatt could actually feel the silicon moving and adding pressure with each of Lincoln’s movements. They pecked each other a couple of times before pulling back. “That’s actually pretty accurate, I think. Doesn’t feel like a kiss, of course, but it definitely gives the same feeling.”
“Yeah. I could see where long-distance couples would want these.”
“It’s a shame it doesn’t have a tongue feature though,” Wyatt added.
Lincoln laughed, shaking his head, “Well, I think it’s meant to be an innocent invention, you know? Something sweet to travel with when you’re away from the wife or something.”
“Wives, of all people, definitely want tongue action,” Wyatt continued to rib.
“We can’t put that in the video, Wyatt,” Lincoln said, through his laughter.
“Sorry, sorry,” Wyatt chuckled. He looked at the camera as if to redo his line, “It doesn’t beat the real thing, but it’s a good substitute if you can’t be around your significant other.”
A finger hooked under Wyatt’s chin then, Lincoln turning his face to his. He pressed a single, sweet peck onto his lips before peeling back with a smirk on his face. “I’d have to agree with that.” Then turning to the camera, Lincoln continued, “Well, this was really fun and we hoped you guys enjoyed these products as much as we did. Of course, as you can see, some of them were kind of gag gifts. It’s all in good fun though. If you saw any you would like to buy for you and your partner, the links will be in the description of this video.” Turning the camera off, Lincoln looked back to Wyatt, “You did a great job,” he complimented, his tone already having sultry hints to it.
“Half of it was unusable,” Wyatt said, with a light chuckle.
“So? We’ve been reviewing them for like half an hour. No one wants to watch someone review products for that long. It’ll be a great video. Maybe the best one yet,” he grinned.
“You’re just saying that,” Wyatt demurred.
“Am not,” Lincoln rebutted. “Most of our videos are kind of boring, very straightforward reviews. People only watch them because they find me attractive. That was funny and full of personality. I think maybe it’ll bring a much larger audience to our review videos,” he speculated, before standing and grabbing the video camera. Lincoln removed the memory card from the camera and grabbed his laptop from the coffee table. Inserting the card into an adapter on his computer, Lincoln then uploaded the video and emailed it to Diego.
Once he was done with that, he put the computer to the side and looked over to Wyatt with a mischievous look. In one motion, he pulled Wyatt into his lap. Lincoln’s lips crashed into Wyatt’s, kissing him with fervor and intensity. He was happy to return the kiss, his hands moving into Lincoln’s curls and clutching the roots. Lincoln’s hands gripped Wyatt’s ass possessively, nibbling on his lip. The kiss was filled with sexual energy and lust, as though they could never get enough. It didn’t take much for Wyatt to get hard, the abstinence really heightening his libido. He tried to ignore the urges though, even if he had contemplated giving into temptation just a short while ago. It was tough to stick to, but he knew he would just get mad at himself if he already let it slip. They hadn’t even gotten through a full day of being together yet.
Just as Wyatt tried to ignore his body’s calls for intimacy, Li
ncoln aggressively brought Wyatt’s hips down to his own, letting his own throbbing member rub against Wyatt’s bulge. He stifled a groan, biting down on his own lip. Lincoln was making it hard to resist his bodily desires. Wyatt slowly dragged his hips across Lincoln’s, rubbing his bulge against Lincoln’s. It wasn’t the most sensationable since it was through their pants, but it was still erotic from how pent up they both were. It had been ten days since they last had sex, and five since their falling out. His body was screaming at him to give in, but his mind was staying stubborn.
Wyatt was realizing, however, that it would have been different to ask for abstinence if they had recently had sex. Ten days should be an accomplishment, not a pre-existing condition. At least in Wyatt’s mind. When Lincoln’s hand snaked into the back of Wyatt’s underwear, creeping toward his taint, Wyatt pulled back. Lincoln looked at him with a bewildered expression. But without saying a word, Wyatt unfastened Lincoln’s belt and helped him shrug them down along with his underwear. Even if they didn’t have sex, they could fool around this one time to take the edge off.
As his lips found Lincoln’s once again, he started stroking his member. A moan vibrated against Wyatt’s mouth. Lincoln quickly unfastened Wyatt’s pants and freed his erection. He wasted no time in starting to tug Wyatt off as well. They were lost in their kissing, their tongues grazing against one another’s. After the initial excitement of it, they started to match one another’s paces. They rubbed one another in unison, going from the tip to the hilt in each stroke. It was extremely intimate, adding vastly to the arousal. “Wyatt,” Lincoln grunted.
“Yeah?” he responded with reddened cheeks, his hand never breaking rhythm.
“I really want to fuck you,” he nearly whimpered, pulling at Wyatt’s member.
Wyatt leaned his forehead against Lincoln’s, “That’s too bad,” he taunted, gaily.
“Please,” Lincoln groaned.
After just a moment of contemplation, Wyatt pulled back from Lincoln’s hold and slid off of his lap. Lincoln watched with hungry eyes as Wyatt kneeled on the floor, facing him. He then bent over, bringing his face to Lincoln’s lap. Grabbing the hilt of Lincoln’s erection, Wyatt brought his mouth around the tip. Licking all over the head, he then started to take Lincoln into his mouth. His tongue grazed down the length of Lincoln’s member skillfully as he began inhaling deeply to create suction. Lincoln erupted with moans, his hand knotting in Wyatt’s hair.
Wyatt gained speed and started to take more of him into his mouth, feeling his member graze the back of his throat; thankfully, his gag reflex had been gone since he started college. “Fuck,” Lincoln gasped, his hips involuntarily bucking into Wyatt’s face. Wyatt bobbed his head faster and hollowed his cheeks, wanting to please Lincoln thoroughly. He could feel Lincoln’s muscle starting to tense as he started to peak. He bobbed his head rapidly, sliding Lincoln’s member to the back of his throat with each movement. Lincoln cried out in pleasure, holding the back of Wyatt’s head as he released into his throat.
Wyatt flicked his tongue over the tip of Lincoln’s member, causing him to shudder, and then pulled away. With a smirk on his face, Wyatt moved back into Lincoln’s lap. “Will that suffice?”
“Definitely,” Lincoln muttered, taking a moment to collect himself as he came down from his climax. Then, moving swiftly, Lincoln laid Wyatt down flat on the couch, hovering over him. “Time to return the favor,” he said, wiggling his brow suggestively.
Chapter 11: Sensational Sinners
Early the next morning, chirping and ringing filled Lincoln’s bedroom, both of their phones exploding with notification sounds. “Should we just turn them off?” Lincoln mumbled into the back of Wyatt’s neck, spooning him from behind.
“Maybe it’ll stop,” Wyatt yawned, too groggy to move. It didn’t; alerts sounded sporadically from each phone. Out of frustration, they both shot up and reached for their phones. With one sleepy eye open, Wyatt unlocked his screen, and both eyes popped open. He was getting dozens of emails and Facebook notifications. What exactly was going on? Opening up the most recent email, he saw it was a journalist trying to reach out to him for comment on an attached article. Clicking on it, he found a blog article with a screenshot of Wyatt and Lincoln kissing in the video, as a header image. The title of the article: “Instagram Heartthrob is Breaking Girls’ Hearts.”
What a clever, thought-provoking title, Wyatt mused to himself. He read on to see the journalist talk about the widespread shock and disbelief of Jack Brannon being gay. They even quoted some rather nasty comments that were apparently left on the video, hating on Jack for outing himself, saying it ruined him for women everywhere. Others were pissed off at gays as a whole, it seemed, preaching that their bond was an abomination and a sin. As he continued to read, however, it turned uplifting. The journalist showed comments of overwhelming support for Lincoln and Wyatt, some claiming that the duo was their new favorite “it” couple.
“Well, that was a rage-inducing read,” Wyatt muttered, finally backing out of the article to see what else was going on. Most of the emails were journalists asking for comments, some were fans of Jack Brannon’s asking if they were really together, others were supportive, some mean. He guessed that it hadn’t been hard for people to get ahold of his work email, considering it was on his online portfolio. “Guess I’ll have to get a new email,” he sighed.
“Sorry, I should have warned you of that.”
“It’s whatever. What’s going on on your end?” Wyatt asked, turning his own phone off and putting it back on the nightstand.
“More than likely about the same as yours. Also, have some reports about the video that Diego and Roland sent over. Overall, people are actually happy. The video has only been up for about nine hours now, and the Jack Brannon Instagram already gained five thousand followers. The Youtube channel has over a thousand new subscribers. The video has a million views. It… actually went viral,” Lincoln explained, as he scrolled through his phone.
“Damn… I really didn’t expect that…” Wyatt muttered.
Lincoln turned his phone on silent and put it to the side before laying back down with Wyatt. “So, how does it feel to be famous?” he asked, with a chuckle.
Wyatt rolled his eyes, “I don’t think I’ve ever cared about that at all. I guess it’ll be a little weird for people to recognize me, and for my phone to get alerts for once. Other than that, I’m indifferent to it.”
Lincoln turned to Wyatt, wanting to enjoy the little bit they had until they had to start getting ready for the day. “Hm. I had the same mindset when I agreed to be the model. People called me a liar.”
“It’s hard for attention starved people to understand not everyone needs approval and fame,” Wyatt snickered a bit.
“And you’re not attention starved?” Lincoln teased, his fingertips grazing over Wyatt’s hip.
With a broad grin on his face, he turned his cheek to look back at Lincoln, “Only for your attention.”
Lincoln chuckled and gave him a kiss, “You’re cute.”
They laid in bed cuddling until Lincoln’s alarm sounded. They pulled themselves up and started to get ready for the day. Lincoln was supposed to drop Wyatt off at his apartment, and then Lincoln would head to work. Wyatt knew he had put off getting back to work long enough himself. After they showered and got dressed, they grabbed any items they needed and headed for the door.
As they walked along, Wyatt put his phone on. When the operating system loaded, his phone flooded with alerts he had gotten that morning. Curiously, he started to scroll through them as they stepped onto the elevator. “Don’t read that crap,” Lincoln told him.
“I’m curious to see what people are saying,” Wyatt explained, leaning into Lincoln’s side as he continued to scroll endlessly through the alerts.
Lincoln wrapped an arm about Wyatt and pressed a kiss to the top of his head, “We know what the general consensus is, so we should leave it at that. Reading any more into it will just upset you.
People online think they can hide behind anonymity, so they spew any rancid thought that comes to mind. It’s best not to subject yourself to that sort of negativity.”
Wyatt let out a heavy sigh, “I suppose you are the expert.” He then turned his phone on silent and tucked it away.
“That I am,” he chuckled. “So that we can still text and call one another, but turn off notifications for all of your apps other than your texting and phone calls. At least until things simmer down.”
“Aye aye, Cap’n,” Wyatt saluted, earning another laugh from Lincoln.
“You’re a weirdo,” Lincoln commented, shaking his head.
* * *
Wyatt actually worked all day, losing track of time as he did. He didn’t do anything else besides snack and listen to music, refusing to become distracted by his video games or television. The biggest beguilement of all that was tempting him to indulge was the desire to check his phone. Even if the notifications were turned off, he could still click on the apps to look at them. He managed to stay strong though, and heed Lincoln’s advice to stay away from them. As the day wore on, it really started to wear on him. He wasn’t really sure why his curiosity was getting the best of him. Lincoln was right, they knew the majority of people were happy or indifferent to it, and others were upset and outraged. What more could he get from reading into it?
Before he allowed himself to succumb to the desire, Wyatt smoked a cigarette and took a break from work. Maybe he had fatigued himself, and he wanted to look at the comments out of boredom. Stepping away from the desk, he walked over to the couch and plopped down. Slouching in his spot, Wyatt flicked his ashes into an ashtray and rubbed his hand over his face. As soon as his hand lowered, his eyes fell on his phone. What could reading a couple of comments really do? Would it even be anything Wyatt had heard before? Maybe he really wanted to read them because Lincoln had told him not to. Perhaps if he just skimmed through some, the urge would go away, and he could finish his work day in peace.
