Chapter 6 #2
Lincoln didn’t argue. He couldn’t have even if he wanted to.
He was flushed, his breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches as he stood on shaky legs.
Malik didn’t let him walk alone. He kept a heavy arm around Lincoln’s waist, pulling him flush against his side as they navigated the darkened hallway.
The only light came from the flickering orange remains of the fire in the living room, casting long, swaying shadows behind them.
They reached the master bedroom. A room Lincoln had seen a thousand times but had never truly entered. The air here was cooler, smelling Malik’s distinct scent. Malik didn’t turn on the light. He led Lincoln to the edge of the sprawling four-poster bed and pushed him back onto the cool linens.
Malik reached into the drawer of the nightstand, his fingers finding the small bottle of lubricant he’d kept tucked away. He didn’t rush. He stood at the foot of the bed for a moment, watching Lincoln now sprawled and trembling in the center of Malik’s private world.
“Now,” Malik whispered, the word a promise and a threat.
He climbed onto the bed, crawling over Lincoln like a predator.
He pushed Lincoln onto his back, lifting Lincoln’s legs and draping them over his own broad shoulders.
Lincoln was completely exposed now, his body trembling in the chill of the room that was rapidly being overtaken by the radiating heat of their skin.
Malik poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. He started slow, his thumb tracing the puckered entrance of Lincoln’s heat. Lincoln gasped, a high, thin sound of shock as Malik’s finger pushed inside, the muscle tight and resisting.
“Relax for me, Lincoln,” Malik whispered, leaning over him, his breath hot against Lincoln’s ear as he anchored him to the mattress. “Twenty-five years of standing in the same room, and I never knew you could be this soft. Let me in.”
Malik added a second finger, then a third, his hand working in a slow, circular motion that stretched Lincoln open.
He found the sweet spot, the hard knot of nerves that made Lincoln’s toes curl and his back arch.
Every time Malik’s knuckles brushed that spot, Lincoln let out a high, broken sound that echoed through the house.
“Louder,” Malik encouraged, his voice dark and demanding. “There’s no one here to hear you but me. Let the whole world know you’re mine.”
Malik withdrew his fingers, the wet sound of the lubricant filling the silence.
He grabbed his own cock, jacking it a few times to ensure he was ready, then he positioned himself at Lincoln’s entrance.
He didn’t enter all at once. He teased the opening, the head of his cock sliding against Lincoln’s slick skin.
“Please, Malik. Now,” Lincoln begged, his hands reaching out to grip Malik’s forearms with a strength that left marks.
Malik didn’t give in. He waited until Lincoln was sobbing with the need, until the tension in the room was a physical weight. Then, with a single, brutal thrust, Malik buried himself to the hilt.
The air left Lincoln’s lungs in a violent, shattered gasp.
His internal muscles clamped around Malik with a desperate, crushing strength.
Malik stayed still for a long moment, letting them both adjust to the sheer magnitude of the filling.
He looked down, watching the way Lincoln’s pale skin was stretched taut around him, the two of them finally, undeniably joined.
“You’re so tight, Lincoln,” Malik groaned, his voice breaking. “God, you feel perfect.”
Malik began to move. It started slow. Long, deep strokes that pulled almost all the way out before plunging back in. Every thrust was a statement of ownership. The sound of their bodies colliding was the only thing Malik could hear.
Lincoln was a mess beneath him. His eyes were rolled back, his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Malik reached down between their bodies, his hand wrapping around Lincoln’s cock. He didn’t just stroke it. He synced his movements with his thrusts, jacking Lincoln every time he struck deep.
The double friction was too much. Lincoln’s body began to convulse. Tears leaked from the corners of Lincoln’s eyes, a visceral response to the sudden, overwhelming intimacy.
“That’s it, Lincoln,” Malik whispered, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, more invasive. “Let it go. Give me all of it. Every year you spent hiding in plain sight. Give it to me now.”
“I can’t...Malik!” Lincoln cried out, his voice raw and unvarnished. “I’ve never felt...I’ve never felt this!”
Malik redoubled his efforts, his movements becoming primal and desperate. He wasn’t just fucking Lincoln. He was breaking down the final wall between them.
“I’ve got you,” Malik growled, his thumb rubbing the head of Lincoln’s cock as he hammered into him. “You’re never going back to the silence. You’re mine. Do you hear me? You’re mine!”
Lincoln’s orgasm hit. He screamed Malik’s name, his body arching so hard only his head and heels touched the mattress. He came in a violent, hot spurt that coated Malik’s hand and their joined stomachs. The internal clench was so intense it triggered Malik’s own release.
Malik let out a guttural, animal roar as he came, his body shuddering with the force of it as he filled Lincoln with everything he had.
He stayed buried deep, his forehead resting against Lincoln’s as they both gasped for air, their hearts hammering against each other in a frantic, syncopated rhythm.
They stayed tangled in the sheets for a long time. The silence of the house was no longer heavy. It was peaceful. Malik eventually pulled back, the sound of their separation wet and final. He grabbed the blanket from the floor and draped it over them, cocooning them in the fading heat.
Malik’s phone buzzed on the coffee table. He didn’t even look at it. He simply reached out and flipped it facedown.
“You’re sure?” Lincoln whispered, his voice still shaky, his eyes searching Malik’s.
Malik leaned in, kissing Lincoln’s forehead, his nose, and finally his lips. “I’ve never been sure of anything else, Lincoln. This isn’t a ruse. This is the rest of our lives.”
“Don’t let go,” Lincoln whispered into the dark.
Malik tightened his hold, pulling Lincoln flush against his chest. “I’m not going anywhere.”
There was nothing fake about this at all.
The future had finally begun.