by Peter Styles
“But you still have one,” Lincoln grinned. “I like my guy to have a bit of fight in him though.”
“Is that so?” Wyatt questioned, a smug smirk appearing on his lips.
“Definitely,” Lincoln purred, his eyes searching Wyatt’s lustily.
Then, it was like a powder keg of emotion and built up tension exploded between the two of them. Their lips collided in a passionate heat. After so much frustration and annoyance, it was a great emotional release just to feel Lincoln’s lips on his. Wyatt’s hands rested on the base of Lincoln’s neck, Lincoln’s hands pressing to the small of Wyatt’s back. The kiss and embrace were both filled with adoration and ardor. When Lincoln’s tongue slipped passed Wyatt’s lips, Wyatt’s heart began to thud in his chest. He hadn’t realized just how much he was craving Lincoln’s touch.
Lincoln backed Wyatt up to the edge of the desk, leaning him against it as they made out. Wyatt swore he could have gotten whiplash from how hot and cold their relationship already was. One moment they were happy and joking, then fighting like there was no tomorrow, then kissing the daylights out of one another. It was seriously exhausting, but so worth it. Wyatt couldn’t remember what life was like before Lincoln, and he was starting to realize that maybe he didn’t want to ever remember how it was. It was a scary thought for him to have. He had only known Lincoln for a little over a month, but he was totally addicted to him.
Their holds grew possessive, Lincoln’s hands sliding to Wyatt’s bottom and Wyatt’s fingers gripped Lincoln’s curls. Lincoln moved his lips from Wyatt’s and started to kiss down his neck. A breathy moan escaped Wyatt, biting down on his bottom lip to remain quiet. His body was on fire with desire, knowing there was no way he was going to be able to turn Lincoln away. He felt Lincoln starting to unbutton Wyatt’s pants. “Shouldn’t we at least lock the door?” Wyatt chuckled.
Lincoln smirked, “Doesn’t it make it more exciting?”
“I never knew you were an exhibitionist,” Wyatt replied, a smirk on his face as well.
Lincoln laughed lightly, before saying, “Just try and be as quiet as possible, and no one should come in here.”
Wyatt had never really been intimate in public before, but the notion was titillating. “Okay,” he agreed, his smirk growing into a grin. Lincoln stole a kiss from his lips as he continued to unfasten Wyatt’s pants. He then shrugged them down a bit, springing free Wyatt’s growing erection. Lincoln’s lips stayed on Wyatt’s, giving him sweet, passionate kisses as he gently palmed his member. Wyatt’s breath caught in his throat, trying his damnedest not to make a sound. He could feel Lincoln smirking against his lips. He knew he was driving Wyatt up the wall. In a sudden motion, Lincoln turned Wyatt around and bent him over the desk. Adrenaline coursed through Wyatt’s veins as he looked back at Lincoln, watching as he reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a tube of lube. Wyatt raised a brow, “Is that what you consider office supplies?”
“No, but once I knew you were going to be hanging around, I stashed some away,” Lincoln explained, with a light smirk. Leaning over Wyatt, he pressed kisses from the nape of his neck and down the length of his spine as Lincoln massaged the lubricant over his own member. Then, Lincoln grabbed Wyatt’s hips and pressed his member against his taint. He carefully thrust into Wyatt. It had been a while, so it was a little uncomfortable and with a bit of pressure, but nothing he couldn’t tolerate. As Lincoln pushed into him, Wyatt gripped the edge of the desk.
It was restricting to still be fully dressed, but he knew it was best for them to stay as covered as possible just in case someone knocked on the door. Lincoln’s nails dug into the skin of Wyatt’s hips, pushing himself in farther. Wyatt glanced back to Lincoln to see his eyes aflame with lechery, Lincoln biting down on his own lip to keep from groaning. It was intimate, fiery and quick. Even though it wasn’t the way Wyatt had pictured their first time having sex again, it felt right. They had been so consumed by emotions and tension that they needed a true release.
Lincoln began pumping his hips faster, the tip of his member rapidly pressing to Wyatt’s prostate with each movement. His mouth dropped open, a loud breath escaping him. He couldn’t take the pleasure. Wyatt reached for his own member, but Lincoln’s hand moved from Wyatt’s hip and grasped his hand and pinned it to his back. Lincoln pounded into him harder, the desk starting to creak with each movement. Wyatt gave into the pleasure, his face pressing into the surface of the desk as Lincoln ravished him. He did his best to lift his hips to give Lincoln the best angle possible. “Fuck,” Wyatt let out in a breathy moan.
It only egged Lincoln on, gripping Wyatt to hold him in place as he hammered into him. Wyatt’s own member was starting to throb from lack of attention but, in a way, it was kinky. He wasn’t used to not being able to fulfill his sexual desires, so it was winding him up and making him more and more eager for Lincoln’s touch. “Say my name,” Lincoln whispered, huskily.
With a smirk on his lips, Wyatt glanced back to him again and breathed quietly, “Jack. Oh, Jack. Fuck.”
Almost instantaneously, Lincoln came, slamming into Wyatt one last time. Wyatt whimpered, not being ready for it to be over. Lincoln withdrew from Wyatt and helped him stand straight. He saw the pout on his lips right away and gave a chuckle. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to leave you hanging.” Turning them around, Lincoln gently pushed Wyatt into his office chair.
Wyatt watched him with anticipation as Lincoln tucked himself away and then sank to his knees right in front of him. Oh, it would certainly be worth the wait. Wyatt licked his bottom lip, trying his best to contain his excitement. His member was stiff and aching for attention. Lincoln smirked up at him before leaning over and forming his mouth around the tip of Wyatt’s member. Wyatt immediately sucked in a deep breath, his body tingling already. His fingers clutched the arms of the chair as he watched Lincoln go down on him. Lincoln’s stunning green eyes were locked onto his, making the act that much more intimate. His gaze never faltered as he slowly took more of Wyatt into his mouth. Sensations overwhelmed Wyatt as Lincoln’s soft, wet tongue grazed against his member. Suction increased as Lincoln hollowed his cheeks. It was hard for Wyatt not to cry out since he had already been so aroused from before. Not to mention, it was a delicious sight to see Lincoln dressed up in his suit, giving him head. Lincoln’s hand snaked between Wyatt’s legs, massaging his package.
Wyatt’s hand instinctively went into Lincoln’s hair, clutching at the roots as he bucked his hips toward his face. Lincoln’s slow, deliberate moves became faster and more precise. His tongue rolled over the head of Wyatt’s member before quickly bobbing his head down and pushing Wyatt to the back of his mouth. Climax was imminent, Lincoln’s perfect motions proving to be too much for Wyatt. Without thinking, Wyatt pushed Lincoln’s head down, pushing his own member all the way into Lincoln’s mouth. Pleasure rocked his body, having to bring his other hand to his own mouth and bite down on his knuckles to keep from crying out.
Lincoln pulled away and stood, gazing down at Wyatt with a smug look as Wyatt struggled to recover. Wyatt’s chest was heaving, completely winded from the sheer intensity of the pleasure. “Make yourself decent. I think we’re supposed to head out for that rooftop shoot soon,” Lincoln winked.
“Yes, sir,” Wyatt playfully replied, giving a dopey grin as he pulled up his pants and fastened them. “Can you drop me off at home though? I really want to get some work done.”
Letting out a dramatic sigh, Lincoln replied, “I suppose.” Even if he tried to sound perturbed, the blissful gleam in his eyes gave away that he wasn’t entirely upset about it. “I really would like it if you came along every so often though.”
“Maybe next time,” Wyatt proposed. He really didn’t want to risk another argument by trying to rehash the issue completely. Wyatt knew, however, that he wanted some distance between himself and Lincoln’s work. At least long enough for things to settle down and for them to really talk it out. Being involved would just over-complicate things and op
en up the possibility of more drama.
There was a knock on the door before it pushed open, Maria’s head popping in. Even though they were both decent, Wyatt’s cheeks turned scarlet, knowing things would have been a lot different if she would have come in just a few minutes before then. “Hey, we’re heading out now. Are you guys coming?”
“I have to drop Wyatt off, then I’ll be on my way. Shouldn’t take long,” Lincoln called over to her. After she nodded and walked away, Lincoln looped an arm around Wyatt and headed for the door.
Chapter 15: Not-So-Black Mail
The rest of Wyatt’s day was surprisingly mellow. Once he was home, he fixed himself some lunch and then worked on a project at his leisure. He had to admit, being with Lincoln brought out the best in him regarding his work. Before Lincoln, Wyatt had avoided work like the plague. He truly had worked as little as possible and, when he forced himself to work, it was solely to get paid. Seeing Lincoln work so hard and be so passionate about his career made Wyatt think differently about his own. He had let himself fall into a rut where he did nothing but play video games and hook up with random guys. His life had been without passion, but Lincoln had helped return that.
Trying to show thanks for that and, hopefully, help heal the divide they had formed with all of the senseless arguing and bickering, Wyatt was working on a piece just for Lincoln. Even if things had been far from perfect, Wyatt still knew deep down that all of the trials they faced would be worth it in the end. So, he figured maybe Lincoln would like some of his art for his apartment. It would be a cute little throwback to the first night they met too. Wyatt worked for hours on a portrait just for him, hoping to get it done in the next couple of days and order a canvas print of it to surprise Lincoln with. The focal point of the piece was the embodiment of one of his favorite moments he had with Lincoln. It was from the night they met, when they had walked to Lincoln’s apartment and Wyatt had clearly had one too many to drink. Lincoln had brushed his nose against his jawline as Wyatt kept his face tilted to the sky. For some reason, when he thought back to that moment, he thought of the neoclassical statue “Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss”. The goddess, Psyche, was sprawled out on the ground, with Cupid swooping down from above. It just felt perfect for the project. Wyatt then spent hours layering and drawing over it, trying to give it the modern and geometric style he normally had.
He wasn’t pulled away from his thoughts until there was a knock at the door. Wyatt glanced at the clock, his eyes widening when he saw it was already eight at night. Had he really been working all day? It was pretty unheard of for Wyatt. Turning off his drawing tablet, Wyatt moved over to the door. Opening it, he wasn’t too awfully surprised to see it was Lincoln. “Hey,” Wyatt greeted, stepping to the side to let him in. “I didn’t miss a call from you, did I?” he asked, knowing it was unlike Lincoln to show up unannounced.
“No, you didn’t. I wanted to surprise you,” Lincoln admitted, jubilantly. Wyatt noticed then the large brown paper bag he was carrying on his hip. Walking over to the counter, Lincoln sat down with the bag and turned to Wyatt. “I realized that everything we’ve done has been centered around me and my job. That isn’t fair at all. So, I was thinking we could spend the night in, eating take out, watching a movie or something, play video games… Whatever you want to do.”
Wyatt’s heart was lifted, genuinely shocked by such a sweet sentiment. “Well, it isn’t like I mind at all. I’ve been staying in playing video games and watching movies basically all my life. Although, it does sound fun to do with you,” he grinned, pacing over to Lincoln and wrapping his arms around his neck. He peered over to the bag Lincoln had sat on the counter. “What’s in the bag?”
“Indian food,” Lincoln informed. “I know you like take-out, but this is a little better than that.”
“As if I’m going to complain about having nicer food,” Wyatt ribbed.
Lincoln then turned and reached into the bag, presenting a six pack of IPA beer. “What about beer?”
“No complaints here,” Wyatt laughed, gleefully. He moved to a cabinet, pulling down a couple of plates for them. Lincoln helped him scoop the food out onto plates, before moving over to the couch. Wyatt plopped down in his usual spot and grabbed the remote from the coffee table, starting to scroll through the movies on Netflix to try and find something to watch. “Did you end up indulging the details of that super fun meeting with Earl to the others?” Wyat asked curiously, his tone humored and light.
“Of course,” Lincoln replied, simply. “They all got a real kick out of it. He’s probably our most infamous client.”
“And he hasn’t caused any more commotion today?” Wyatt asked.
“Nope. Let’s not focus on that though,” Lincoln suggested, one of his arms draping over the back of the couch.
Wyatt couldn’t help but find it a little hard to believe that Earl could just leave it alone after blowing up on Lincoln like that. He was sure that Mr. Guthrie would resurface soon, but Lincoln was right. They didn’t need to dwell over some bigot. “You’re right, sorry. I was just wondering,” Wyatt admitted, as he finally selected a movie to watch while they ate. Leaning into Lincoln’s side, Wyatt took a bite of his tandoori chicken. The flavorful, spicy meat fell apart instantly from how tender it was. Wyatt groaned, “God damn. Where did you get this food from?”
Lincoln laughed lightly, planting a kiss on the top of Wyatt’s head. “The Haveli is the name of the place. Pretty nice place over there near my apartment. I assume you like it?”
“It’s the best Indian food I’ve ever had,” Wyatt concluded, taking another big bite. “You really are going to ruin other food for me.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Lincoln questioned, humorously.
“Not as long as you’re paying,” Wyatt joked.
They chowed down happily, their plates balanced in their laps as they watched an indie thriller. Wyatt didn’t think he could be any more content than he was in that moment. He loved the feeling of having nowhere else to be but right where he was. Nothing hurrying him along or pulling Lincoln away. It was blissful.
Once they finished eating, and the movie ended, Lincoln took the plates into the kitchen while Wyatt picked out a game for them to play. When Lincoln returned, he noticed the bright, animated characters on the screen and raised a brow, “What is this?”
“Wow, you don’t really stay in the know with video games, do you?” Wyatt teased. “It’s a first person shooter. You pick a character and go into arenas and fight another team,” he explained, extending a controller to Lincoln.
Lincoln hesitantly grabbed the controller and sat back down next to Wyatt. “I don’t remember the last time I played a game,” Lincoln admitted, with a weary grin. “So don’t make fun of me.”
“Oh no, I’m going to make fun of you,” Wyatt beamed, his lips curling into a devilish smile. “But it’s all in the name of good fun, I promise.”
“Fair enough,” Lincoln chuckled.
Wyatt then took the time to explain the controls to Lincoln, wanting to make sure he wasn’t completely lost before they started playing. Then he went through all of the characters that they could choose from. He explained which ones were his favorite, and ranted a bit about the ones he had disdain for, joking that his hatred for them kept him up at night. When his eyes glanced over to Lincoln, Wyatt noticed him gazing at him lovingly. “What?” Wyatt asked, blushing a bit from how intently Lincoln was watching him.
“Nothing… It’s just cute to hear you talk about something you’re interested in. Makes me feel kind of bad, really. I’ve been so focused on myself and introducing you to my life that we haven’t made time for me to get to know yours,” Lincoln frowned.
Wyatt leaned over and gave Lincoln a soft kiss, not wanting him to beat himself up. “My life is really simple. I sit around my apartment all day, playing video games, watching movies or working. You’ve basically seen my life full circle at this point. It makes sense that the focus would be more on me getting ac
climatized to your life. It’s okay, really. If I had any requests at all, it would be for you to get an Xbox for your apartment.”
Lincoln looked relieved by Wyatt’s sentiment, though his eyes gleamed with amusement at the end of his spiel. “Do you have withdrawals over at my place?” he quipped.
“Like an alcoholic during Prohibition,” Wyatt chuckled. He then started the game, choosing a healer. Wyatt knew that, since Lincoln didn’t play video games much, he was probably going to die a lot, so Wyatt planned to follow him around and keep him alive until he got used to the game. As the game started, Wyatt found himself smiling like a fool. Lincoln was obviously out of his element, but he was trying and it was downright adorable. Wyatt told him little hints and helpful advice here and there as they played, his character following Lincoln’s around and healing him the entire time. “You’re like a bullet magnet,” Wyatt laughed.
“I’m trying, I’m trying,” Lincoln exclaimed through a fit of laughter, though he still ran his character right into danger. Even with Wyatt healing him, Lincoln’s character died. But Wyatt revived him and Lincoln’s character came back to life. He shot a single rocket as soon as his character came to, getting the last kill of the game. The guys both hollered out in victory, feeling triumphant even if it had been a horrible game score-wise.
Wyatt tossed his arms around Lincoln’s neck, grinning from ear to ear. “I’m proud of you.”
“Proud? I did terribly,” Lincoln exclaimed, shaking his head. “The only reason I didn’t die every five seconds was because of you.”
“That doesn’t matter. It was your first time playing a game in forever. In my eyes, you did great.”
“You’re sweet,” Lincoln purred, wrapping his own arms around Wyatt’s torso. “How did I get so lucky to have found someone like you?”
“You downloaded Grindr,” Wyatt teased.
Lincoln rolled his eyes, “How very literal.”
Wyatt winked at him before saying, “So, wanna play again?”
