Little Of Loure II

4- Cold Boyfriend

Lincoln took a seat on the bench outside first. His hand held the lighter and the box of cigarettes that had become his companion the last few days. The prince rested his elbows on his knees before he opened the packet and removed a stick, holding it between his lips. 

There were only 3 sticks left and he sighed. They would have to go into the market very soon to get some supplies. Lincoln's movement was quick and within seconds he took his first puff. It was evident he was familiar with this. Which left Dylan to grimace at the smoke flying on his face. 

'Since when do you smoke?' he asked with a look of disapproval crossing his arm over his shoulder from the breeze that blew by. The place was unusually cold and it led him to worry for Abby's wellbeing. Humans don't do well with low temperatures and can get sick. 

'A few days ago.' Lincoln breathed out and took another puff of the stick.

'Why?' he asked. 

'It was there. Why not.' Lincoln replied curtly. He didn't seem to be in a good mood.

Dylan sighed at his grumpy partner. Lincoln's behavior suddenly reminded Dylan of the fight they were having, and it made sense why the prince was behaving like this.

'Are you still mad at me?' Dylan asked and leaned backward on the fence. He inserted his hands in the pants pocket and looked down. He wasn't proud of what he did. And he had tried explaining to Lincoln his side of the story but he wouldn't listen. 

'What do you think?' Lincoln scoffed and finally met his gaze to Dylan's.

Just the sight of him made it hard to breathe. Yet it was mixed in with so much anger and sorrow. Memories of Will telling him the truth flooded back and it made him want to scream. 

'I have explained to you what happened, Linc. I never meant for any of this to happen. And I was never going to give you up. At least not after we started getting closer and you opened up to me about what happened.' Dylan said. 'Why won't you trust me?'  

'Because the last time I trust you, I was blindsided. Do you expect me to welcome you with open arms now?' Lincoln furrowed his brows. 

'I'm sorry.' the doctor went over and sat next to the prince, who moved away slightly. 

'I will do anything to have you believe me.' Dylan said and leaned in. 

'I need nothing from you.' 

Dylan stayed silent, thinking over the situation. H knew it was hard now to earn Lincoln's trust again. 

'What happened before we came here?' he asked when he finally realized that he couldn't remember coming to this strange place.

Lincoln was silent for a few minutes. His eyes were trained on the wooden porch floor and his lips in a straight line. The cigarette between his fingers was now half its original size and the tip was mostly ash. The prince then reached his arm over to the vase by the window and pressed the stick into the dirt before discarding the rest into the vase, joining the other cigarettes he had smoked the past few days.

'You were snooping. And I had to make sure you weren't going to report whatever you found.' he simply replied. 

Dylan kept a close look on the prince's face. He didn't have the sweet gentle expression he often had whenever they were together. Gone was the slight smile on his lips. They were drawn downwards, and those eyes add insult to injury.

Even his posture seemed more passive.

'What did you do to me?' Dylan questioned, eyes widen.

'Calm down, you took a blow to the head. Nothing serious.' he said, laying his head back and closing his eyes.

Dylan furrowed his brows at how unbothered Lincoln seemed at injuring him. He didn't even think that was possible from Lincoln. 

'Well, that explains the headache.' Dylan said softly and rubbed his head gently to rid the pain.

'I really am sorry about that. I think when I went in for the hit I was still angry at what happened.' 

'I guess I deserved it.' 

Lincoln smiled to himself. Finally, something they agree on.

'So where are we?' Dylan asked. 

'I'm not telling you that.' Lincoln scoffed.

'Why not?' he rolled his eyes.

'I don't exactly have any more trust for you, Dylan. I can't have you put my little in danger.' 

Dylan looked away when Lincoln referred to Abby as 'his little'. In many ways, Dyan had started to treat Abby like his own Little. Of course, he couldn't object to what Lincoln had said because they never made it official. And Abby will always hold Lincoln's name.

'You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt her.' 

'You nearly did. If Will wasn't such a loudmouth who knows what your mother would have done already.' Lincoln pointed out and stood from the chair.

'Why is my mother so persistent about this anyways? What did you do, Lincoln?' Dylan mode forward and asked. 

'That's none of your concern.' the prince said as he turned to enter the house.

'Are you f*****g kidding me?' Dylan raised his voice. Why is everyone being so f*****g secretive. Dylan was meant to take over the family legacy one day, but how would he do that when he knew almost nothing of what goes on behind closed doors.

Lincoln turned around to look at the doctor, shocked at the sudden outburst. 

'Excuse me?' 

'I am tired of these secrets. And these lies. I need to know what is going on, Linc. I can help you.' Dylan moved to close the distance between the two, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

'I don't trust you.'

'You don't have to trust me. You just need to have Abby's best interest at heart. And I can make sure she is protected. We both know you don't have that power anymore.' he replied.

Lincoln looked away and huffed a breath. He wanted to cuss the doctor out, but the man was right. The prince had lost the ability to keep the little protected. He could only trust that Emanuel does the job quickly and safely. Lincoln didn't have a plan for anything.

'I don't need your help with Abby. I can care for her myself. If you'll excuse me-'

Lincoln's words were cut short as he was pulled in forward and his lips met the doctors in a rough kiss. It took him about a second to register the action. 

Dylan's movements weren't gentle and he made sure that he held Lincoln's waist tightly so he couldn't pull back. But after a couple of seconds, it was evident the prince did not try to move back and has allowed it to continue. 

So Dylan moved one hand up to cup his cheeks while slowly angling his head to the side for better access to the prince's lips. Lincoln's breath smelt of cigarettes and it made Dylan want to pull away, but he was too occupied with fulfilling his needs of kissing the prince to care. 

He needed to show Lincoln that he could still trust him. But he didn't know any other way how than to just pull him in like this. Their lips moved so quickly and so passionately that it made both their heads spin. Lincoln held Dylan's shirt tightly in a fist and indulged in the soothing sound of their lips smacking.

Then, almost as if he had just woken up from a dream, Lincoln moved his head to the side which resulted in their kiss ending and Dylan letting out an audible whine. The prince forced away the smile that almost made its way onto his lips from how cute it was. The snide remark of how needy the doctor was had been pushed back as well.

'Stop.' Lincoln simply said.

'What?' Dylan whispered. 

'I must go in. In case Abby wakes up. We'll talk tomorrow.' Lincoln said softly and removed Dylan's hands from his waist.

'Lincoln.' Dylan called out, in which Lincoln sighed and looked back.

'Where do I sleep?' Dylan asked, avoiding eye contact this time. He is deciding to give up on the prince for tonight. They both must be very tired. It was evident that neither of them was going to get any more intimate than what happened a few seconds back. 

'You can sleep in Abby's room.' Lincoln said before disappearing inside.