Chapter 2 – Date Night
"Almost...there. Perfect."
John had spent the better half of the day preparing a special Italian dinner tonight's date with Lincoln. John was a fairly good cook and enjoyed it whenever he had time to do so; however he felt an immense amount of pressure to make this a perfect dinner. He wanted everything to be special tonight for his romantic date.
He picked up a wooden spoon from the utensil holder and tasted the pasta sauce he'd just finished preparing from scratch. He took a taste of the velvety red paste and smiled.
"Excellent. Lincoln will love this."
He placed the spoon down and removed his apron. He placed it on the kitchen counter and went into the living room to finish preparing everything. John lived in a small, one bedroom apartment in West Hollywood. It was a decent place and affordable on his salary. There were a few problems here and there, something the landlord had yet to fix. John didn't really mind as he was away from home most of the time; however these small imperfections seemed to bother him more than usual today. He didn't seem to know why. Lincoln had seen his place before and complemented him on his decorating skills, something John though was just Lincoln being nice to him.
He sighed and began unwrapping the boxes of vanilla scented candles he'd picked up from the flower shop down the street. He placed them lovely around the room and lit them. He inhaled their scent and smirked. Everything was coming together nicely.
After he finished setting up the living room he checked his wrist watch. The time was 7:34PM. Lincoln would surely be here soon. John ran into the kitchen and grabbed some plates and silverware. He took them into the dining area and began setting up the table. After that was finished he went and got the food.
"Everything's ready." He said to himself as he looked in marvel at the table setting he'd just created. He couldn't be more proud of himself. He went into the living room and sat down on the small yellow couch and sighed exhaustedly and waited for Lincoln to arrive. He wiped sweat from his brow and stared at the full length mirror to his right.
"SHIT! I'm not dressed!"
John shot up from the sofa and ran into his bedroom. He was wearing a shredded up white t-shirt and shorts. He began quickly removing his attire and walked over to his bed where he had laid out his outfit for the evening earlier that day; a black and blue dress shirt, black slacks, a leather belt, socks and shoes. John didn't particularly like dressing up, he just prefer wearing his standard t-shirt and jean shorts but he wanted tonight to be out of the ordinary.
After getting dressed he sprayed on some expensive cologne and went to go check his appearance.
"Looking good John. There's no way Lincoln can resist you tonight."
John was hoping that tonight would end with more than just dinner and a possible movie. He was hoping for some intimacy between the two, something that hadn't happened in weeks. He was working on a special case that took up most of his time. Lincoln was also working on his own cases that kept him busy. They always found time to spend together though.
Seconds later a soft knock was heard at the door. John's heart nearly skipped a beat.
"COMING!" He yelled from his bedroom.
'Fuck. Why am I so nervous right now?' He thought to himself. This certainly wasn't the first time he and Lincoln had had dinner together. They'd spent time together plenty of times before and John didn't have any issues then. Being around Lincoln was the most natural thing he'd ever felt. But somehow this was different. Their relationship of 2 years seemed to have changed suddenly. Things between them felt strange for some reason. John couldn't put his finger on it but he certainly wasn't going to let what was happening get any bigger. He loved Lincoln and would do anything to keep their relationship afloat.
He quickly shook himself back to reality and went for the door. He brushed himself off one last time before exhaling and opening the door.
"Hey Lincoln." He said to the man standing before him.
"Hey John." Lincoln replied.
John was taken aback. Lincoln was a very beautiful man, but tonight he looked extra gorgeous. He was wearing a red dress shirt, black slacks and a black tie.
"I hope I'm not too overly dressed." He said smiling.
"Oh no of course not. I mean look at me. If anyone's overdressed it's me." John replied chuckling.
"You look great." Lincoln said.
"You do too. Come inside."
Lincoln entered the apartment and grinned.
"I see you went all out for me huh?" He said as he noticed the candles and rose petals.
"Sure did baby." John beamed and leaned down to kiss Lincoln softly on the lips.
"Mmm." John said as he stood. "Follow me." He grabbed Lincoln's hand and let him to the dining area.
John pulled out a chair and sat Lincoln down. He savored the smell of Lincoln's cologne. He went and then sat down next to him.
"What's on the menu tonight?" Lincoln asked playfully.
"Pasta, made from scratch of course. We also have garlic butter breadsticks with a light sprinkling of cheese and savory meatballs."
"Oh my god that sounds so good. It smells wonderful too."
John smiled and began to serve them both a light helping of the dish
They sat and ate the meal that John prepared. As they ate they began talking about their day.
"So you guys catch that Pete Halliwell guy yet?"
"Hmm? Oh yeah we got em. The coward was hiding out in some abandon warehouse by the docks."
"I see. Well that's another scumbag off the streets. How's the pasta?"
"It's excellent John. You really outdid yourself with it."
"Thanks."
They continued eating, John occasionally stealing glances of the man next to him. He kept thinking how beautiful Lincoln was he could barely contain himself.
"So what about you? I hear there's something about a man who rapidly aged in front of someone and died seconds later apparently just after being born or something?" Lincoln inquired.
"Yeah. It's complicated. Jean and I are trying to locate this scientist who's been doing research with accelerated aging or something. He is apparently involved in some unethical research where he abducts unwilling subjects to experiment on. His work is focused on the per-two-a-terry gland."
"You mean the pituitary glands?" Lincoln smiled.
"Yeah that." John replied embarrassed. He wasn't so good with the science stuff he frequently encountered on his job. His partner/Active Jean Grover was much better at it. She and John have been partners for about 4 years. Lincoln thought they made a perfect team. John thought so too but truth be told he'd rather work with Lincoln. It would give them more time to bond.
"Oh my god that sounds like a cool case. Dave and I are still working Orig castoffs." Lincoln said dissatisfied.
"How is Dave by the way?" John asked uneasily. John didn't particularly like the idea of his boyfriend working closely with someone he had deep-seeded issues with. He and Dave go way back, but not in a good way.
"He's doing great. 3 months sober next week I believe. He's also been visiting Dr. Walsh regularly. "
"The in-house psychologist?"
"Yeah. She's been helping him through this difficult period. He's certainly making progress. I'm very proud of him."
"Great..." John replied coldly.
"Speaking of Dave..." Lincoln began.
"No Linc."
"Oh c'mon John. I didn't even say anything!"
"But you were going to. I know it. I don't want to talk about Dave."
"But you're the one who brought him up!"
"That was a mistake."
"What's the deal with you two? I just don't get it. How can you hate a man who saved my life? If it wasn't for him I'd be dead."
John stayed silent as Lincoln continued to fish for information about the 2 most important men in his life. After moments of awkward silence, he finally gave up.
They finished their dinner and then headed to the living room for some wine by candle light.
"A bottle of 1987 Brandy from Bordeaux. Enjoy." John said as he poured them a glass.
"Thank you John." Lincoln replied as he took a sip of the velvety drink. He allowed it to rest on his tongue for a while, savoring its texture and taste before swallowing.
John sat down next to Lincoln and draped his arm around him. He sighed and allowed Lincoln to rest his head on his broad shoulder.
"I love you John." Lincoln said sleepily.
John's heart always jumped when Lincoln said those words. This time was no different.
"I love you too baby." He replied as he kissed Lincoln's forehead. They sat in each other's embrace for a while, giving one another kisses. After a while John stood up and offered his hand to Lincoln.
"Come with me." He said passionately.
Lincoln beamed and stood up. He let John lead them into his bedroom where more candles were lit and rose petals outlined the floor around the king sized bed. The bed was made neatly, a stark contrast as to what it will be later on.
John led Lincoln to the bed and sat him down on the edge of the mattress. He then began slowly removing his clothes as the younger man gazed up at him.
"I want you." Lincoln said as John stepped out of his pants and boxers, revealing his incredible nude body in all its glory. He was sporting a full blown erection. He started touching himself as he looked at an awed Lincoln.
"Strip." The exposed man said. Lincoln stood up and maneuvered John to sit down and watch as he too removed his clothing, giving John an exciting strip tease.
After Lincoln was fully undressed, he straddled an aroused John and began planting kisses on him. John wrapped his arms around Lincoln and pulled him in closer, causing their erections to rub against each other.
"Oh god." Lincoln moaned as the tugging of his foreskin from John's movements made him even more aroused.
John grabbed Lincoln and held on to him and he stood up. He carried Lincoln to the other side of the bed and placed him down gently. He got on top of him and started kissing his lips softly. The younger man continually moaned and squirmed as John worked his way down towards his neck area, and then his chest where he began playing with Lincoln's harden nubs. He wet them with his slick fingers and began to trace them along the outside.
"John..." Lincoln said breathless under John's sensual touch. It drove him crazy when John was this intimate towards him. He couldn't get enough of it. He grabbed the back of John's head and egged him on.
"You like that Linc?" John asked. Lincoln nodded furiously.
"I love it so much."
John looked up and smiled as he continued downward towards Lincoln's navel and the to his groin area.
"Aw!" Lincoln gasped as John's warm mouth engulfed his leaking member. John slowly took all of Lincoln into his oral cavity and began vigorously bobbing his head.
"Fuck..." Lincoln wined out. He began squirming more violently, thrashing his head from side to side. His pants became more audible as John expertly worked his shaft, occasionally withdrawing and reentering it back inside him. Lincoln could feel himself giving John all the precum he had to offer. He played with his nipples as John continued to work him over.
John got up and lay down next to Lincoln. They began kissing passionately again, groping every body part they could get their hands on. Lincoln rolled on top of John and started to grind his hips, causing John's cock to rub against his hole.
"I wanna fuck you so bad Linc." John said sexually.
"You'll get your chance. Just wait." Lincoln replied seductively. He too began to mimic the actions of John and started kissing his body, going further down with each kiss until he reached John's throbbing cock. He looked up into John's pleading eyes and began stroking him. He kept his eyes locked on to John's, gauging his reaction. John had a combination of pleasure and torment on his face.
"Want me to swallow you?" Lincoln teased. John nodded. Lincoln smirked and ignored the request. He loved to tease the hell out of John. It made him feel like he had absolute control over the begging man.
After a long session of stroking and teasing, Lincoln finally without warning swallowed John in one move. John hissed and arched his back up sharply as Lincoln swallowed him whole all the way down to the base.
"FUCK!" John screamed as Lincoln held his head down for a few seconds. The intense feelings drove John to nearly climax then and there, but he held on.
Lincoln worked John over like he had been earlier. He slurped on the plumped purple head making John whine in ecstasy. He clenched his fist, desperately trying not to cum. Lincoln knew John was getting close and he slowed down his movements. John's orgasm began to die down. Both men then settled into a rhythm that they both enjoyed.
John leaned up and placed his hand under Lincoln's chin, causing the young man to look up at him.
"Want me to fuck you baby?"
"Yeah. I do John. God I do.
He crawled back up towards John and smashed their lips together. After kissing, John rolled Lincoln on his back.
Lincoln lifted his legs and began rubbing his tight entrance, further teasing John to fuck him.
"Fuck me." He demanded. John obliged and lubed his fingers up before thrusting each of them inside Lincoln, one by one. He watched on as Lincoln closed his eyes and whined silently. As he fucked Lincoln with his fingers, scissoring them to loosing the tense hole, he began to suck on his dick again. Lincoln gasped and started to pant. His breath was becoming labored as John simultaneously sucked and fingered him. Soon enough John got so aroused watching Lincoln respond to his touch that he ceased all operations and guided his aching member to his lover's rosebud and entered without warning.
"Fuck..." John said as a warmth unlike anything he'd every experience anywhere else enveloped him. His body movements became involuntary as he started fucking Lincoln. He closed his eyes and scrunched his facial muscles as he thrust deeper inside Lincoln.
"Oh god. That feels incredible John."
"Yeah? You like me fucking you? Huh?"
"Yes! I love it."
John leaned down and kissed Lincoln roughly. The bed shook violently as john increased his rhythm, fucking Lincoln harder and deeper. Soon enough his entire cock filled the hot cavity with ease. It glided smoothly in and out. John was amazed at how inconceivable this feeling was. He didn't want it to end.
As he felt himself get closer to the edge, he stopped abruptly and slid out.
"On your knees." John commanded. Lincoln sat up and rolled over, getting on all fours. John quickly reentered him and thrust away. Lincoln started crying out, loving the feeling of John being demanding and taking charge. John lay on top of Lincoln's back, his rear end protruding high into the air. This position felt even better. He continued to fuck the howling man and planted kisses on his neck.
"You like that?" John whispered seductively into Lincoln's ear. He quivered at the question and replied with an earth shattering moan. John grinned, loving how much he was pleasing his lover. Right now in this moment that's all he lived for.
After a good few minutes of love making, John and Lincoln began trying different positions, each one bringing more pleasure than the last. Both men knew that they were close and no amount of pausing was going to delay that. They finally switched back to missionary and prepared themselves for release.
"I want you to cum inside me John." Lincoln begged and he began to stroke his own neglected member. That sent John over the edge and he grabbed the dampen sheets with his fist as he flood of ecstasy overcame him. He filled Lincoln with potent semen. He roared out, filling the room with cries of pure heaven. Lincoln quickly followed suit, drenching them both. After calming down, John lazily lay his body down atop of Lincoln's. Their breathing was still labored as they fought to regain control of themselves.
John stabilized himself and began licking and sucking on Lincoln's earlobe. Lincoln began to shutter and shake.
They cleaned themselves up and changed the bed sheets. After that they pulled back the covers and lay down on the soft mattress.
"I love you." John said sleepily.
"Me too John. I love you too." Lincoln said. He snuggled closer to John and rested his head on his broad chest. John looked down and smiled. He kissed Lincoln's forehead before closing his eyes.
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