Lincoln Smith

Yes I am.

Cute. 

 I’d like to do it again, but it’d be a more friend with benefits relationship.

How come? Did you come here just to have sex?

Would today be a good day to start? 

Sure! We just need to find you a board first.

Lincoln laughed, the sleep in his voice making it rough and raspy sounding. “Eggs.” He answered, pulling a shirt from the drawer and shrugging it on, running a hand through his hair a few times before the thin blonde strands lay flat enough to his liking. “I should be asking you if you’re sore.” Lincoln snipped back, biting back a smile, chewing his lower lip. 

"Good one." Lawrence chuckled under his breath. "If you’re not careful you’ll make me blush." the brunette added, this time meaning to be heard. He wasn’t too sore, per say, but he felt more different than he had expected, in an indefinable way. He wasn’t sure if the overall feeling would fade, or if he would just become used to it the longer he noticed it.

"Not even 7am and you're on the verge of blushing, I'm going to take that as a success then." Lincoln boasted playfully. The blonde was in a euphoric state, buzzing with energy still-despite him not being a morning person. It has been a welcomed change waking up with someone beside him. The sex had been everything he had imagined it to be and then some. All in all it was a very satisfactory evening and turning out to be an even better morning.

Was it just like a one time thing? Or do you like this person?

 I'd like to do it again, but it'd be a more friend with benefits relationship.

Of course! You just have to let me know when you want to start.

Would today be a good day to start? 

Awe, you’re a possessive one, aren’t you. 

Yes I am.

You see.. I’m not really good at the carrying bags thing.. Can you please just take them to my room, you can even drag it. I just really can’t right now.

Do I look like a lobby boy to you?

No, nope. I totally did not just trip while walking up the stairs.

It takes real talent to do that y'know.

Zipping up his jeans, Lawrence decided to neglect wearing his shirt. He couldn’t find it anyways, which helped him to make that choice. He brushed his hands onto his jeans and yawned quietly, stretching his muscles. 

Lincoln laughed, the sleep in his voice making it rough and raspy sounding. "Eggs." He answered, pulling a shirt from the drawer and shrugging it on, running a hand through his hair a few times before the thin blonde strands lay flat enough to his liking. "I should be asking you if you're sore." Lincoln snipped back, biting back a smile, chewing his lower lip. 

Violet stood up straight and raised her eyebrow at him, “How do you know I’m all of those things?” she challenged him even though he was on point with mostly everything. It made he uncomfortable that she was so easy to read, like a simple children’s book. “Yeah, I guess you are different. Complicated history and all.” Violet nodded. “Hmm, the perks on being on reality television. That works out pretty well for you.”

"I honestly have no idea if those things even fit with your actual back story, it's just a guess. I'm either right or I get corrected with actual information." Link explained softly with a shrug. "Everyone wants to be different, I just lucked out and ended up this way."

When he found his phone and shut it off, Lawrence looked up at the bed where the sound of laughter came from. His shoulders relaxed when he saw Link, his smile causing him to beam back at him. The ordeal woke him up entirely.

The smile that appeared on Lawrence's face was a very welcoming sight to Lincoln, his own smile widening. The blonde noted the line of light that had leaked in through the curtains, hitting Lawrence in the face and causing the brunette to squint.

Okay, I will. I’m kinda scared because I thought I knew a lot but obviously not.”