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CHAPTER TWENTY

 

Stuart sat on the end of the bed and watched as Lincoln came out of the bathroom, he couldn’t help but stare at the other man with the towel slung low on his hips, and how completely oblivious he was to Stuart’s staring.

He placed his elbows on his knees and leant forward. He watched as Lincoln walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers, dropping the towel on the floor, he put the shorts on and turned around, facing Stuart.

“Uh, you alright there?”

“What?”

Lincoln took a few steps closer and folded his arms across his chest, and studied his boyfriend. “Stu, what the hell?”

Stuart looked up at him. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“I said, are you alright there, and then what the hell?”

“Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking.”

Lincoln walked over and sat down on the bed, leaning back, he folded his arm under his head. “Yeah, and what exactly are you thinking about?”

“Uh well, actually…” He could have asked it right then and there, it was the perfect opportunity, but he was freaking out again and couldn’t find the words.

“Sure, that explains it all.” Lincoln laughed.

Stuart smiled, but still didn’t say anything else.

They sat in silence for several minutes, and then he looked over at him, Lincoln lay there with his eyes closed, and Stuart was convinced that he had fallen asleep.

Maybe this wasn’t the night for it after all.

“Ok, what is going on with you?”

Stuart jumped at the sound of Lincoln’s voice. “Uh, its nothing, I was just thinking.”

“We’ve already covered this part, haven’t we?” He sat up, and slung his arm around Stuart’s waist and kissed the back of his neck. “So, what’s it about again?”

Stuart leant back against him, but wasn’t expecting Lincoln to push him back against the mattress and straddle him, he placed his hands on his shoulders, preventing him from getting up.

“So, you’re gonna make me guess?”

Stuart grinned back at him. “Maybe I should.”

“OK, I can do that.” he sat up a little straighter, placing both hands on Stuart’s hips above where his jeans sat. “I can already guess that that wasn’t enough for you out in the garage.”

“Really you think so?” he laughed.

Lincoln placed his hand over the man’s crotch. “Yeah, I feel so.”

Stuart shifted slightly, placing his hands on Lincoln’s legs. “Ok, is that all you’ve got?”

Lincoln shook his head. “Not even close. I can guess that you’re been acting weird for at least a day. In the way that you usually do when you’re either up to something, or have already done something.”

“Maybe you know me a little too well.”

“Right, so which one is it? You’re doing something, or have already done something?” Lincoln questioned him.

Stuart smiled again. “Well actually, a little of both.”

Lincoln studied him for a moment, wondering what the hell he was talking about.

“Look, there is something, its just not so easy to talk about.” Stuart said after several minutes.

“Well can you at least give me a hint, is it a good thing, or a bad thing?” Lincoln wanted to know. His fingers found the zipper of Stuart’s jeans. “You know I think I have some pretty good ways of making you talk.”

“Uh Gretchen.”

“Ok, that really wasn’t at all what I was expecting.” Lincoln said.

Stuart pointed towards the door, and Lincoln turned around to see her standing there.

“Oh brilliant. What the hell do you want?” He pushed himself of the bed and stood there with his arms folded across his chest.

“Yeah, not really sorry about the interrupting, but I need to borrow your boyfriend there, just for a little while, I promise.”

Stuart groaned heavily and stood up. “You really need help right now, right now?”

Gretchen nodded back at him. “Yes I do.”

“Yeah I’d go with that too, she really does need help.” Lincoln muttered.

“Oh was I really interrupting something important?” She smirked at him. “Aww were you gonna make out.”

“Yes, because we’re twelve.” Lincoln shot back. “You have the worst damn timing.”

“I know right.” She turned around and headed back down the hall towards the stairs.

Stuart muttered something under his breath and walked towards the door. “You mentioned something about her bad timing.”

“Yeah well what can you do?” He replied. “I know, ignoring her sounds pretty good right about now.”

“If we ever want her to go away, I should probably see what the hell she wants. I expect you to still be sitting there when I get back.”

He disappeared out into the hall, and Lincoln sighed heavily, sitting back down on the bed.

 

“Really, you really needed me right now.” He asked again when they were sitting at the kitchen table.

She pushed the lap top across the table and he turned it around to see the screen.

“Right, so what am I looking at?”

“I need you to tell me that I’m not seeing, what I think I’m seeing.”

He looked up at her, raised an eyebrow and then turned back to the screen.

Several minutes later, he cursed under his breath and kicked at the table leg. “Shit, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Yes, this is all a big joke, ha ha.” Gretchen replied.

Stuart looked back at the screen again. “Ok well yeah, its him. Oh and what do we have here, looks like your boyfriend is up to no good.”

Gretchen rolled her eyes. “Chris is hardly my boyfriend. Besides, we have no idea what’s going on.”

“Well its James Whistler, so we know its nothing good, but why is he with your boyfriend?” Stuart wanted to know.

They spent the next half an hour going over the video footage that Gretchen had acquired.

Having come to no helpful conclusion, Stuart pushed his chair back and headed for the stairs.

“If I don’t get laid tonight, its your damn fault.”

“Thank you so much for that disturbing mental picture.”

“Well let that be a lesson to you.” He smirked back at her. “Maybe you’ll think twice before annoying me again.”

He made his way back up to the bedroom, pushed the door open and saw Lincoln lying on the bed, this time he knew that the other man was asleep, and he cursed under his breath.

He moved across the room and pulled his shirt of, dumping it onto the chair, he kicked his shoes of, removing his jeans.

Glancing at Lincoln as he walked past towards the bathroom, he couldn’t help but smile.

Turning on the shower, he stepped in, letting the water wash over his body.

He closed his eyes and was so busy focusing on the thought of just a few minutes peace and quiet he literally jumped when he felt a hand brush against his waist.

“Wow, if I had known you were that jumpy, would have done that more often.”

Lincoln stood next to the shower door, his arms folded across his chest.

“Seriously, was that necessary, I thought that you were asleep.”

Lincoln shrugged his shoulders. “Not asleep, just closing my eyes, why?”

Stuart turned to face him. “You’re really asking that?”

“Thought that I would throw it in there.” He replied. “You got a problem with that?”

He pushed the door further back and stepped into the shower, and Stuart laughed.

“So you always shower with your clothes on?”

“Only when there are other men in the room.” he grinned back.

Stuart stepped forward, snaking his arms around Lincoln’s waist, and hooking his fingers under the elastic of his boxers.

Lincoln leant forward, pressing his mouth to the other mans, his hands pressing against the tile behind him.

When Stuart broke the kiss, he leant his head back against the shower wall. “Linc.”

“Yeah?” He replied before running his tongue along his boyfriends collarbone.

“I love you.”

“I know, and I love you too.”

Stuart nodded slightly. “Yeah. Linc.”

Lincoln leant back, his hands still pressed against the tile, and he looked up at him. “Stuart.”

“Marry me.”

Lincoln stood there, his jaw dropped at Stuart’s last, comment, statement…his proposal.

“Lincoln, did you hear me?”

“I uh, yeah I heard you.” he drew in a deep breath and looked back at him. “Stuart, can you ah, can you ask me that again.”

This time Stuart inhaled a sharp breath, he had been so nervous the entire time, and the words seemed to just fall out, and now Lincoln wanted him to say it again, shit it was bad enough the first time.

“I want you to marry me.”

 

To Be Continued….