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Lincoln is sound asleep, arms draped around his lover so casually and gently, his body pressed against the others, breathing in through his curled brown hair. The lack of warmth he feels as Elias is ripped from his arms is enough to having him sitting up in bed, still mostly undressed. He is rubbing at his eyes and trying to process what has his partner so freaked. He watches the frantic movements and grabs the shirt as it is thrown to him, pulling it over his head and listens, Elias is freaked. Lincoln is oddly calm, this is the woman who caused the bruising to his face, but he is more sure than he should be, that she would never make this public to Elias, so he rests easy in that fact, even if he has no verification of it being the actual case. Elias kisses him, and he grabs him by the wrist pulling him back in to kiss him once more, a just a second longer than the last. “got it” he almost whispered when their faces were still close. He stood up and started to look for his pants, not really caring if she saw him like this. “morning” he said with a small smile, his blue eyes resting on her frame. 

She is standing out side of his room for much longer than ten seconds, but she gives him the benefit of the doubt, maybe he was just too hungover to move that fast. She had her hand on the handle of the door when he finally swung it open. She rolled her eyes and smirked as he greeted her, the same way he always had. “took you long enough, I want to get breakfas..” she started before she saw the man in nothing but one of Elias’ teeshirts and his boxers. His face wore the evidence of her introduction to him, but his body language didnt read someone who took a hint. His greeting has her blood boiling. She looks over to Elias, shooting daggers at him. She knew he wouldnt stop, she knew this as a fact, but he took Lincoln Connors home on the same fucking night that she warned him of the other. “wow..” is all she breathes out in Elias’ direction. She turns her attention to Lincoln. “morning” she states coldly, curtly. “the doors right fucking there” she states, pointing to it, her face not hiding any of its disdain. She also knew now, that she would have to explain to her brother why she had punched her brothers partner in the face, why he wore such deep purple, but she was so angry in this moment, she wanted to do it again. She sees all of the marks across her brothers body, and her jaw clenches, he is trying to conceal it from her.

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when she opens the door and begins talking, elias almost believes that everything is gonna be just fine. he’s about to say something, mention how he’d die for a bagel with cream cheese right about now, but the atmosphere in the room takes a turn the vert second his sister’s eyes rest on the half-naked lincoln. elias is sat there, mouth hanging open, gaze moving from his twin–– his best friend, to his lover, and at this point? he’s not quite sure what to say. the taller man seems to handle it well, acts polite, not bothered by the girl’s attitude towards him and elias thinks it’s quite fucking cute. but he doesn’t have a lot of time to think about it, his brain choosing to focus on this uncomfortable feeling, this almost nervousness. nonetheless, he offers his sister a small smile, hopes it will make things at least a little bit better, but she’s not here to play. when she gestures towards the door, he immediately turns to look at lincoln, eyes wide, lips parted. he shakes his head slightly, can’t help but feel bad about this treatment his lover’s receiving. “i’m sorry.” he mouths, wanting nothing more than to reach out, take the other’s hand. but he decides against it, figuring it could only make ember more.. angry? he knows she hates him, he knows. what he’s not aware of, however, is the fact she was the one to punch him in the face. elias has no clue, and maybe that’s for the better. “i’ll see you later?” he checks in with lincoln, hopes this incident won’t cancel their evening plans. he watches as the male collects his belongings, leaves the room. a soft sigh escapes. “oh, gosh,” he begins, worried eyes rested on his sister. “em.. that was, like, so wildly unnecessary.” he informs softly, but is quick to change the subject. he forces a small smile, decides to act like none of this just happened. “anyway,” tone almost tad too innocent. “how’s the hangover?” 

The night had been one bumblefuck to the next. She was over it, the pounding in her head the next morning was enough to have her silently cursing her brothers name, as she brushed her teeth, she swore to herself she wouldnt let him talk her into something like that again. This of course was a lie she told, only to herself, to make her feel better. Classes had been cancelled for the day and she was thankful. Pushing herself through the now secretly crowded rooms of delta, she was out in the fresh morning air. She walked over to sigma, lazily, as if she had no real purpose and she didnt. Ember had wanted to see her brother, wanted to check in with him, make sure he was safe. She didnt knock, she never did, when Ember Eskew wanted to be somewhere, there was not a force on earth that would stop her. It made it seem as if she was always meant to be whereever she was, however uninvited she had been initially, her confidence always making even the hosts second guess themselves. This was the same for Sigma, her brothers house. She nodded to a few of the guys making breakfast they returned the gesture and she breezed up to his room. “You have ten seconds Elias and then I am coming in” she yelled through the door. 

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the sound of her voice from behind the door causes him to almost jump. heart drops, eyes widen, the stress apparent on his face as he looks around the room, sits himself up before turning his gaze to the man beside him. “oh god.” not good. very not good. and ten seconds? that’s definitely not enough for lincoln to escape through the window. for a second, he’s really thinking about asking the other to hide in the closet or maybe even under the bed, but at the same time he knows that if the plan backfires, if his sister sees the man trying to hide between a bunch of silk shirts –– it’s just gonna be worse. he decides to snap out of it, put on his casual face, not wanting to make his lover feel like something’s wrong. after all, ‘my sister hates you’ is not something he wants to say to this dude he really, really cares about. “okay,” he begins, throwing on a turtleneck, fixing it so that the bruises aren’t as noticeable. “like, no pressure, at all, but––” he hands the other a t-shirt. “act casual! like, like you didn’t just fuck my brains out, okay?” he instructs, softly. “i’m sorry, i’ll explain later.” he’d rather not. he gives the man a quick peck on the lips before turning his attention to the door. he clears his throat, fixes his hair. “oh-kay, betch. come in!” 

Lincoln is laughing as the article of clothing was pushed from off his hips. Elias’ propensity for grandiosity was always welcome, and in moments like this, admired even more so. “Klyde is to blame” he smirked. “I hope he realizes he is wearing Armani” he laughed, knowing the clothes that were once on his body, and now discarded to his lovers floor, were so far from what he would have typically worn, but never thinking them particularly ugly. He knew that Elias appreciated his style and made Lincoln want to look even better. The feeling of his hand on his chest has his skin on fire. He watches his face as he compliments him, it was genuine and hearing such honesty was enough to have him grinning, smiling so much it is hard to kiss back genuinely, his lips not being able to pucker correctly in the moment that their lips are pressed against eachother. He couldnt help but let a small laugh leave his lips as he pulled the lube from the jacket he had just been wearing. “You brought that with you?” he asked with a small smile. “you know we were at gamma right?” he smiles “I had us covered” he grinned. As if them being together at the end of the night was always inevitable, that Elias wouldnt need to prepare to be with anyone else, Lincoln was there, and Lincoln would take care of his needs.

 Lincoln grabbed at the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, spotting the marks he left earlier in the night and smiling. “lets go” he states for the third time that night. He walks with Elias down the hall to the bathroom and closes the door locking it behind them and moving to lean against the sink, ready to watch Elias as he turns on the water and prepares himself for the shower, but he doesnt manage to keep his hands to himself for too long. He presses his palms into his hips and pulls him backwards into him, Elias’ back against his chest as he kisses his shoulder, wrapping his arms around him and kissing his bare skin softly, the same spot for a moment before moving up and down his skin. 

“oh, my god—  don’t you laugh at me!” he giggles, the bottle of lube in one hand, the other interlaced with lincoln’s. “maybe it wasn’t even, like, meant for you.” he’s obviously joking. the idea of ending up in bed with anyone else just doesn’t sound as intriguing anymore. why sleep with some random dudes and feel average when you could get pounded into oblivion and taken care of by the man of your fantasies? “no, i’m so kidding.” he admits, almost immediately. “i just thought it’s better to be safe than—  you know, spitting.” he laughs. “and!” he holds up the bottle. “it totally smells like roses.” 

The gentleness in Elias’ voice in this moment is touching, he had never heard such genuine worry for him not in a partner. He shouldnt be surprised, with Elias he heard all sorts of manners of being spoken to that he was unacquainted with. He just laughs as he continues “I will be” he promises, even though he knows that this particular incident has nothing to do with his clumsiness, and is entirely out of his control. “It looks worse than it feels” he lies again, it was too effortless, but still felt out of place with Elias.He was one of the very few people Lincoln had not lied to, and he had taken pride in that, and now he had no reason to hold such pride, it was false. He could feel him holding on a little tighter as they pushed through the house, and release when they werent so close to everyone else. “we are fine, everything will be fine, its okay..”  he coos pulling the smaller man into a tight embrace, hoping it will stop the onslaught of tears that he hears in Elias’ voice. “lets go home, get you to bed” he states with a small smile.

As he takes off his shoes, he admires Elias, the way he moves, so fluid, so beautiful, so free. Even drunk, his movements are never clunky, and it makes Lincoln admire him more. He follows him into the room and takes off his outer layers, looking down at Klydes clothes that hung from his body. Almost having forgotten even now he wasnt in his own clothes and didnt know when he would have access to them. He presses a kiss to the males forehead and nods. “it sounds like you need to be the one who needs to be more careful” he jokes, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall from his shoulders. “I will join you” he states, not really asking if his presence is allowed in the moment, but not really feeling if there would be a reason he wouldnt be welcome. He is already unbuttoning his jeans. “lets go get this day off of us” he smiles, warm and genuine. His hand finding Elias’ once more, palm to palm, he smiles. “I dont want to let you out of my sight” he admits. 

"okay.” he agrees instantly, eyes rested on the other, teeth grazing over his bottom lip. he watches as lincoln removes his clothes, small smile on his face. “wait a second—” it’s not until the shirt is on the floor that elias realizes that those aren’t the same clothes his lover wore at the very beginning of the night. “that’s, like, not your outfit.” he giggles. “what the heck, who literally owns the ugliest pants in the world?” uh-oh, fashion police o’clock. luckily, link is quick to get out of them, throw that unappealing article of clothing aside. seeing him standing there, half naked, has elias definitely feeling some kind of way. he’s not thinking about the murder anymore, not focusing on fear, but rather on the tingly feeling that spreads through him at the sight of his lover. “god,” one hand runs down the other’s chest. “you’re so pretty.” he compliments, and it’s all kinds of sincere. “i don’t want to let you out of my sight”  — the words bring a wide smile to his lips, and if he wasn’t blushing already, he definitely is now. “oh, i don’t want you to.” he assures, giving the other a small peck on the lips. he’s still fully dressed but hopefully it’s not gonna be for much longer. “wait a second,” free hand reaches into his coat, pulls out a bottle of lube. you know, just in case. then, he turns back to his lover, flashes a quick smile. “okay, ready.” he announces, sweetly, letting the man lead the way to the bathroom. 

The feeling of his body crashing into him was something he had always enjoyed, but this was more frantic. Less fluid, more scared. Lincoln held him so tight in his arms he could feel his rib cage as it rose and fell with his breathing, his heart beating against his chest, trying to find rhythm with Lincolns. He releases him just enough to be able to see his face, spattered with tears. “lets go” he states simply, knowing no other words would suffice, or at least be processed until they were far away from his house. Thats when he feels a delicate hand placed on his cheek, stinging slightly at the pressure, no matter how delicate. He had been hit pretty hard, and that evidence was worn in his now overly sensitive nerve endings. “its nothing” he lied “someone was coming out of a room as I was coming in, door got me” he shrugged, lying again. He wouldnt tell him it was his sister, he wouldnt start that tug of war, that was his last intention. He took the hand that was still against his cheek and interlaced their fingers. “lets go” he said once more, not waiting for a response, before turning to lead the charge out of his house. He had pulled him close behind him, not letting his grip loosen. When they were finally out into the night, the cold air surrounding them, he asked “are you okay?” 

"oh,” it’s soft, worried, but he seems to buy the story. after all, why would lincoln be lying about it? they were closer than that. “oh, baby, you have to be more careful, or you’ll, like, get yourself seriously injured.” it’s maybe a bit overdramatic, but that’s just his gig. “does it hurt a lot?” brown hues are locked with the other’s very own blue ones, a gentle smile appearing on his face when their fingers intertwine. god, he just loves it when lincoln holds his hand. elias follows the other out of the house, swaying slightly as he goes, a little too drunk and relying very much on his lover’s support. once outside, he lets out a shaky exhale, shrugs his shoulders. “i- i don’t know? like, i guess, because nothing happened to— to me, or you, so that’s— that’s good.” he’s rambling, talking fast. “but, i don’t know.. like, i’m just.. so scared? like, someone just died in your house, link! someone was murdered, again! i’m freaked out, i- i don’t want anyone to die?” he’s moments away from sobbing, voice cracking, but he does his best to pull himself together. “i don’t know. i just want to go home.” 

the walk to the sigma house isn’t a long one, and while they’re still surrounded by other students, elias can’t help but feel anxious, worried. it’s not safe out there, and by the looks of things? neither is.. anywhere else. except for maybe his room, and that’s where he’s planning to spend the rest of the evening, with his favorite boy — the man who makes him feel somewhat at peace. they step into the house and elias’ hand reaches immediately for the light switch. a sigh escapes, eyes scanning the room before he kicks off his shoes, places them neatly in the corner. he waits for the other then grabs his hand, offering a genuine smile. they make their way through the house, into his room. elias leaves the door open, takes off the coat and hangs it on the door before turning to face lincoln. “oh-kay, honey. i’m gonna go take a shower, because i spilled some soda over myself and i don’t wanna be, like, super sticky?” he informs. “so.. how about i’ll be right back.. and you make yourself at home?” 

Face now wearing the deep purplish hues he had tried to thwart with a bag of frozen peas, unsuccessfully, he watched as people poured from his house. Almost comedically so, like clowns breaking free from the clown car; an alarming number of drunk college students were simply falling over themselves to break free of the house that now looked so sinister in the blue and red flashing lights. Spotting him almost immediately through the crowd, Lincoln was not surprised that his eyes found him over anyone else, as if they were silently searching. Elias, the bundle of energy that had managed to slip from his fingertips. He is directly in his path now, the distance between them closing with every step Elias takes to get out of the sea of people propelling him forward. When they are finally face to face, Lincoln does nothing but smile. “we going home babyboy?” he smirked, his features playful, bottom lip between his teeth. “Unless you had other plans?” he almost laughs, not at the prospect of the male actually having other plans, but the idea that if he did they wouldnt be disregarded. Now that they stood chest to chest, it was always impossible to ignore.

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panicking is a skill he has mastered. so, when the party goes from sexual to scared shitless in just seconds, he can’t help but go with the flow. the mention of a body somewhere in the building makes his heart drop, eyes widen, and by the time the police arrives, he’s already crying, way too wasted and absolutely terrified. he manages to pull himself together on the patio, before returning back inside to retrieve his coat. drunk, yet graceful, he throws the material over his shoulders. he’s looking around the room, bottom lip between his teeth, brows slightly furrowed and eyes concerned as he seeks for lincoln. and that’s when the boy appears, approaching from the other side of the room. elias rushes towards him, throws himself into the man’s embrace. he nods at the other’s words. “no, no other plans, never.” a meek smile. “i just want to, like, get out of here as soon as possible. oh, my god.. i cannot with this, i legit can’t.” he inhales, pulls away only to look at his lover. lips part, eyes widen. “what happened to your face?” one hand is immediately placed on the other’s cheek. “oh, my gosh, baby— who did this to you?”  

His theatrics never truly lost on her, but she had been the one to cultivate them, to invite them, to encourage him. She was glad that he had finally been able to be the same person with everyone that he was with her. “dont you ever get it twisted” she laughed, easy and sweet through her lips, sometimes she worries that he will be the only one in her life to truly hear her laugh, one that isnt forced or out of an awkward sense of politeness. “i love you too” she states as the glass taps against her bottle, sloshing the liquid. She listens to his words, hes carefully avoiding the males name, she can feel it. Like there is a tall Lincoln shaped grey spot that is trying to masquerade as part of the background. Again, she doesnt push, she doesnt want to know. A laugh escapes her lips as she looks almost disgusted at the prospect of her brother kissing girls. “gross..” she lets out with a fake shudder. “you like officially have cooties now.. and its weird to be close to someone infected” she laughed once more. Her face still holding the look of disgust. She thought it over “I called my TA and told him I was sleeping with his girlfriend?” she shrugged. “some of my best acting work really” she stated playfully. “and just generally looked menacing” she laughed “my goal by the end of the night was to be so unapproachable that no one would try again after this” she chuckled, finishing off the rest of her beer, and lighting another cigarette. 

he lets out a soft gasp at the statement, mouth falling open as he gives it a thought. “ooh, that’s sexy!” he muses, one arm raised just slightly above his head, the upper part of his body leaning slightly backwards, a very dramatic, fashion model pose. “they’ll look cute with my syphilis.” he tells her, and it couldn’t sound more sweet, genuine. “see you in hell, bethany.” he gives her a cheeky little wink, absolutely embodying his mean bitch showgirl fantasy. her confession makes him stop in his tracks, eyes wide, lips parting once again. “bitch, what? oh, my god.” he laughs at the thought. “how did he take it? gosh.” a hand reaches out, finds a comfortable spot on her shoulder. “i just want you to know.. you did the right thing. truth, as harsh, as disgusting as it might be—” cue the dramatic monologue. “is the only answer to the question that is.. life. you are a brave housewife, and i’m proud of you.” he teases. “you always look menacing, you little bitch bag!” the laugh that escapes him is hysterical. “but no, i’m so on board for that goal? i think you’re gonna murder it!” it comes out almost way too encouraging. “also! did you hear about, like, the storm? it’s gonna get pretty creepy out there, apparently. are you sure you want to go?”