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Linc swore the guy at the desk snickered at him as he wobbled out to the truck that was waiting for them by the curb. He was not some blushing virgin, but Chris was hung like a goddamn horse, and being fucked good and hard by that cock twice in less than twelve hours left Linc sore and crooked. He winced as he climbed into the truck and sat, glowering at Chris when he laughed. He wanted to be pissed at him, but all Linc could do was smile. He was sappy and happy and falling in love; what could possibly go wrong?
They were about to find out.
Chapter Twenty Eight
Moving On
Chris and Linc arrived to an empty house and a note on the kitchen counter from Andrew that they would be gone until six that evening. They’d taken the boat and Jet Skis out for a spin. “Looks like we’re on our own for a few hours,” Linc said, waving the note in the air. “I’m starved, how about some lunch?” Just the mention of food had Chris’s stomach loudly begging to be fed. Linc laughed and leaned over the kitchen island, lips pursed. Chris met him halfway for a quick kiss before going into the pantry for bread and chips while Linc got the sandwich stuff from the fridge.
Linc washed up their dishes after they finished eating, while Chris grabbed a couple of beers and headed out to the porch. Linc joined him a few minutes later, sitting sideways so that he could rest his legs in Chris’s lap. Soon the guys would return from their day of fun in the sun, and the peace and quiet would end. “It’s so serene out here. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to live in the city again after spending the summer at this place.” Chris broke the silence.
“Are you going to keep staying at Michael’s? Or get your own place?” Linc asked.
“Definitely getting my own place. That was my main argument for taking the job with All Cocks, so I could get off their couch.” Chris turned to face him, smiling. “You know, we could help each other out with that problem.” Linc sputtered, choking on the swig of beer he’d just taken. Chris pursed his lips to stop himself from laughing.
“All right, let’s get serious for a minute.” Chris needed Linc to know that he’d put a lot of thought into this, and it was something he truly wanted for them. Giving him a moment to clear his throat, Chris took Linc’s beer, setting both bottles on the ground before reaching for Linc’s hands. “Don’t freak out on me; just hear me out. Neither of us has a home to speak of at the moment, since you moved out of Lance’s apartment, and I don’t want to go back to Michael and Max’s couch. So, I thought, maybe we could get an apartment in the city together. And we can get a two-bedroom so that we each have our individual space, take turns in each other’s beds at night.” Chris waggled his eyebrows suggestively, wanting to ease the tension in Linc’s face.
Linc turned and looked out toward the water, brow creased, and Chris’s heart sank a bit. “It was just a thought, we don’t have…never mind.”
“Would you shut up?” Linc barked. Chris nodded, his hands in the air in surrender. “I would like nothing more than to live the fairy tale with you, Chris. But you have to be certain that this, us, is what you want. We’ve gone from zero to Mach One in a matter of months.” Chris tried to speak, to tell Linc he was everything Chris wanted, and then some, but Linc shook his head. “Please, let me get this out, tell you what I’m feeling, okay?”
He scooted a little closer, taking Linc’s hand in his. “All right, tell me.” It pained him that Linc looked so uncertain and a little…frightened.
“After Lance, I didn’t think I could trust another man with my heart again, Chris. But you changed that, and it scares me sometimes. Not six months ago you thought you were straight, and now you’re dating and sleeping with a man, with me. What if you wake up one morning and decide this was a phase, and you really do want to be with a woman? Or worse, you decide you want to experiment and see what else is out there? I’m the only man you’ve been in a relationship with. What if you want something more, someone else? I don’t know that I would survive another breakup, especially not with you.” Chris waited about two seconds to be certain Linc was finished before he leaned into him, grabbing Linc’s face and pulling him over for a short, sweet kiss.
“I don’t have all the answers, Linc. All I know is the way I feel when I’m with you. I’ve only ever felt that kind of comfort and love when I was with Amanda, so that tells me that you and I being together is right. I feel it in my heart when I look at you, in my bones when I touch you.” Lifting his free hand, Chris ran his thumb over Linc’s eyebrow, down along his cheek, over to his lips. “When I kiss you,” he whispered, leaning over and softly pressing his lips to Linc’s.
He sat back to put a couple of inches between them but held on to Linc’s hand, their fingers clasped together, looking Linc in the eyes when he spoke. “I feel so alive when I’m with you, Linc. I love you, Lincoln Carter.”
Eyes wide, Linc stared at him for a few seconds, his slack-jawed expression quickly morphing into a smile. When Linc lunged toward him, climbing into Chris’s lap and peppering his face with kisses, he welcomed it. The kisses became heated rather quickly, Chris running his hands up Linc’s arms, pulling him close so their bodies were flush against each other. Linc rocked his hips, and Chris could feel his lover’s stiff cock nudging him. His heartbeat sped up, his ears were ringing, and all the blood in his body had gathered in his groin. They were both so wrapped up in each other that they didn’t hear the screen door open and then bang shut. A throat clearing loudly behind them finally broke through their lust-addled brains. Andrew stood with his arms crossed, glaring at them. “Didn’t I tell you two to hold that shit for the camera?”
Chris could see the moment the wheels started turning. Andrew’s gaze sharpened, taking in his and Linc’s swollen lips and flushed cheeks. “Jesus Christ, you two are perfect. So much raw sensuality, it radiates off your bodies when you’re in the same room; just imagine what you look like right now. Quick, get up and get inside. Get yourselves sorted out before Victor sees you—you know he’ll be pissed this close to a shoot. Besides, we have plans tonight, so go get cleaned up.” Andrew shooed them into the house, smacking Linc’s ass as he walked by.
“I’m going to wrap a bell around his goddamn neck,” Chris grunted under his breath.
“I heard that!” Andrew shouted as they hoofed it up the stairs.
They decided to shower separately and save themselves the discomfort of not being able to touch each other. Half an hour later, Linc met them in the den. He was dressed in Levis, a black button-up, and black ankle boots. Chris whistled as he walked toward him. “Damn, babe, you look good.”
Linc laughed, undressing Chris with his eyes as he came closer, groaning low in his throat. “Not so bad yourself, babe.” Chris was wearing his favorite Diesel jeans with strategically placed holes and tears in the denim, a long-sleeved shirt that was mostly white with black trim across the collar, wrists, and right down the middle. He deliberately left the top three snaps of the shirt undone, knowing his Auburn chest hair was on full display, loving the way his man was eye-fucking him.
“If we’re done with this week’s episode ofProject Runway, are we ready to head out?” Jordan asked jokingly. He was wearing jeans and a white T-shirt, but his buff body and various patterns of ink that showed where the material didn’t cover made him look far better in the simple outfit than it would most.
“So, where are we going?” Linc asked.
“We are going to eat at Del Frisco’s; then we have an appearance at Club Berlin. Victor wants us to get some exposure before our video comes out,” Chris told him as he took Linc’s hand in his and then kissed his fingers.
“Get a room!” Jordan yelled over his shoulder, laughing and walking out the door behind Victor.
“Should we tell them?” Chris looked over at Linc.
“Should we tell them what?” Andrew asked from behind them.
Chris jumped, not realizing the sneaky bastard had walked up behind them. He growled, glaring at Andrew over Linc’s shoulder. “Seriously, a fucking bell! You know, like the ones you make your cat wear so you know where the frisky fucker is at all times,” Chris barked. “No!” He snapped his fingers. “One of those ginormous cowbells, so we’ll hear him coming a mile away.”
Linc snorted when Andrew rolled his eyes and sighed, waving his hand in the air. “You were going to tell us something?” Andrew prodded.
“Well, Chris and I are going to get an apartment in the city. We are going to be roommates.” Linc stated very matter-of-factly.
