Page 14 of Self Expression

“Get dressed.” I rolled him onto his back and stretched out beside him. “The day’s half over.”

“Weekends are supposed to be spent in bed.” He reached for his dick and gave it a cursory tug. “Naked and covered in milk and come.”

“You, my sweet boy, are dangerous.” I got up and headed to the bathroom. I left the door open so he could see me brush my teeth. Within seconds, he met me at the sink. “Wanna shower?”

He looked at us through the mirror and chuckled at our disheveled states. “Guess we should.”

His shower stall was built for one, but we made it work. Lincoln pressed up against me under the spray and let his hands roam free. He kneaded and fondled my balls like he was trying to get me back in bed, but we didn’t have time for that. But since we were both hard, I took care of us quickly and efficiently by kissing his mouth while jacking us with a firm grip of my hands.

It didn’t take long for us to come together in a slippery mess, but once that was out of the way and we could focus, we rinsed off and jumped out of the shower.

Eventually, we managed to get dressed and head out for the day.

We took the long way toward downtown as Lincoln held my hand. With our fingers laced together, we silently claimed each other for the world to see.

When a woman walked past us and gave me a lingering look, Lincoln huffed and wrapped his arms around me, making sure she knew I was taken.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” I put my arm across his shoulder and held him close. “You’re all I want in this world.”

“Are you sure?” His lip popped out as he looked at me. “It’s only been a few days. You don’t know all my annoying habits yet.”

“I know that I can’t stop thinking about you and I want to spend every minute with you, as evidenced by the fact that I haven’t left your side.”

Lincoln giggled and nodded. “Yeah, I was hoping you wouldn’t remember that you have a different house and would just stay at mine forever.”

I rolled my eyes at his silliness, but the truth was, I loved how much he wanted me around. And I really loved the possessive side that didn’t want anyone else to even look at me. “Don’t tempt me or I just might.”

“So…you won’t be mad if…” He let his thought trail off without finishing it.

I stopped walking and turned Lincoln to face me. “I won’t be mad. I promise. Now what were you going to say?”

He sucked in a big breath and blew it out through puffy cheeks. “Don’t freak out or anything but…I think I’m already in love.” He held up his hands to stop me from responding. “And I know it’s fast and crazy and all that, but that doesn’t make it untrue.”

He was right. It was fast and crazy and…not untrue.

I leaned forward and kissed his lips softly. “I’m definitely not mad, and I feel the same way, sweetheart.”

The diner wasn’t much more than a greasy old holdout from before the neighborhood got fancy. We could smell the cinnamon rolls well before we got to it, and the forty-minute wait outside was totally worth it once a plate was set in front of Lincoln and his eyes were huge with excitement.

Despite usually having a steady flow of conversation between us, we ate in companionable silence, only slowing down to swap bites or offer teasing glances at each other. It was nice that neither of us felt like we had to fill every moment with words. We were just happy to be together.

After breakfast, we wandered over to the farmers’ market.

Lincoln led me from stall to stall, sampling cheese and fudge and little cups of fresh-squeezed juice. It quickly became a routine for him to offer me a bite, and then lean in for a quick kiss when I took it.

It was the best kind of treat.

We bought flowers for Lincoln’s apartment. The bunch of bright orange lilies were wrapped in pink paper and made me smile every time I looked at them. Just like I smiled when I looked at him.

Before heading back, we took a seat on a bench at the edge of the park and just watched people passing by. Lincoln put his head on my shoulder and cradled the flowers in his lap. “This was the best day ever.” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder and then burrowed back into me. “Can we live here now?”

I squeezed him closer. “It might get cold at night.”

He shrugged. “You’ll keep me warm.”

I looked pointedly at all the strangers around us. “When would you get your milk?”

He twisted around and buried his face in my chest. “Good point. I wouldn’t want anyone around for that?”

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