Lincoln Miller

"I'm still not sure how I'm a life ruiner, you're the one distracting me from the treat that you bought me." Lincoln murmured in between kisses that lingered warmth against her lips. Drawing his hands down her back he pulled Lee closer as he felt her shuffle forward, groaning as her legs spread for him Lincoln leaned into Lee's body with an eager little moan. "Lee, we've got- fuck- forty minutes until guests arrive."

Looking down at her, he let out a soft breath as he felt teeth nip at his lips and tried not to eagerly push against her. Especially when the feel of her nails against his sides made him shiver in anticipation. "I... oh hell Lee."

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Sam blushed over his exuberance. "Well. Okay then." She gave a loud exhale, then laughed. "I'm going to guess that I hit big if your reaction is any indication. Good. So. Phew." With another loud exhale and a realization that her wine glass was now empty, she poured a second one that she intended to nurse. "And for the record, I think something you made yourself that will last him for years to come is much better. You do such incredible work, Lincoln. Anyone would be thrilled to have a piece for their home."

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Lee smiled and laid a line of teasing kisses down his jaw and then down his neck, sliding her hands down his stomach and hooking her fingers into his waistband. "Do you want to stop?" She asked him, thumbing the button on his fly and batting her eyelashes dramatically up at him.

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dj_esebel

Audrey grins and elbows him lightly, a friendly acknowledgment of her own silliness. "I've never had a hand for painting little fiddly things either," she admits. "I mean, I'm a champion post-it doodler, but little statuettes? Can't do it."

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“Anything to do with the Patriots would be a sure fire winner. The only thing better would probably be meeting Tom Brady,” Lincoln replied, looking at Sam in mild awe. The fact that she had gotten tickets, good tickets, was ridiculous. He was probably going to have to beg, borrow, plead, and maybe steal to get himself tickets to go with Roosevelt. He wouldn’t care if he even was a third wheel with him and Sam. “Which reminds me I have to do something for yours, so just figure out something you’d like and I’ll make you something up.”

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Lincoln sucked in his breath, stomach tensing as he felt her cool hands slide down against his far too warm skin. Swallowing heavily, he exhaled slowly as he looked down at her. She looked far too wanton and tempting like that, eyelashes batting at him as he groaned, pressing into the gentle touch of her thumb against his fly.

“N-no, I don’t.” Lincoln bit back a growl as he pressed his hands tightly against the tabletop and leaned into her body. “Life ruiner.”

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Lincoln let out a soft oof, bending over double as Audrey elbowed him lightly. Exaggerating a little, he staggered into the sideboard and pretended to fall heavily to the floor. Grinning up at Audrey from his prone position, he laughed at his own ridiculous and goofy, dorky nature.

“I have post it notes, remind me to get you to doodle something tonight.” Lincoln said, pretending to rub his ribs as if seriously wounded by Audrey’s tiny little elbow. “What about fiddly little pieces of music? Are you good with those?”

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Lee didn't have to be told twice. She thumbed his fly open and slipped her hand inside. "See?" she murmured, leaning up to kiss him. "That's what it feels like when you ruin my life with your obscene twizzler eating."

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“You’re going to hit me if I ask if I can still eat the twizzler aren’t y-you, jesus Lee.” Lincoln breathed out as he pushed against the hand sliding beneath his jeans. Leaning down he pressed his forehead against hers as he breathed out slowly, forcing himself to relax and not make an embarrassing mess in her hand or hell, his favourite jeans. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t what it feels like when I eat a twizzler.”

Lincoln turned his mouth down until he could kiss Lee properly, lips brushing against hers hard as he groaned into her mouth.

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"I won't if you give me a piece." Lee said, blushing with how forward she was being, even with her hand down his pants, wrapping around his cock to stroke him. "A piece of the twizzler, I mean." She mumbled giving up on speech as he kissed her hard. She looked down between them, forcing his boxers down so she could watch what she was doing. This wasn't going to get old any time soon, Lee was really sure.

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“Is that right?” Lincoln murmured, leaning up to caress his finger against the soft curve of her cheek. He could feel the heat from the blush in his fingertips as he slid his hand into her hair, his breath stuttering as he felt her fingers wrap around his cock. Groaning into her mouth, Lincoln pushed his cock against her hand and swore a little. Sliding one hand over her breast, Lincoln broke the kiss to gasp. “Want to share it?”

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Lee tore her eyes away from watching him slide in and out of her fist and nodded. She smiled at the way he flushed and the tips of his ears went pink. "Yes please." She murmured, pressing herself forward into his hand, covering it with her free hand and squeezing.

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Samantha pressed her lips together, but she was working on that. Just in case her efforts were in vain, she didn't want to get anyone's hopes up. "I'm just glad I hit the mark for his present. I didn't even know his birthday was coming up until I met his girlfriend at the beach party and she told me. Gave me a few bad moments because it was something I should have known. And now that I know he'll probably like it, I've completely avoided disaster."

She gave another relieved exhale and toasted Lincoln with her glass. "That's a sweet thought, but I really don't have any room in my loft. But maybe something for the shop," she said, finger to her chin in thought. "That would be lovely."

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comeonbro

Roosevelt was honored to have Lincoln throw him a birthday party. Not that it was unusual for either of them to throw a party for the other but he always appreciated his best friend looking out for him. Despite how different they were he didn't think anything could come between them. Lincoln was the sort of person you kept around for life.

Of course, Lincoln's greeting did make him a bit nervous. His friend did remember to invite people, right?

"Did you think I wasn't going to come to my own party?" Roosevelt asked, patting Lincoln's back even as he glanced around to make sure this wasn't actually a D and D session he'd been tricked into attending.

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dj_esebel

"Wow, nice to know that plus ten armor wasn't a scam," Audrey says. She pats his arm very carefully now, as if she thinks it might send him flying into the wall.

"And I am excellent at fiddly pieces of music."

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keirasullivan

"I don't know for a minute there you looked like Lincoln was about to bring out a gaming board and force you to play as a dwarf all evening." Keira drawled, smiling wrly at Roosevelt as she reached out to slide her hands up his arm. Leaning in, she brushed a chaste kiss against his cheek before smiling at him. "Happy birthday for tomorrow."

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"Your guests are waiting, I thought you were the one person I hadn't invited!" Lincoln said with a relieved laugh, pointing out a couple of the guys from work and a few of their buddies as well as certain female guests who had come. "Pretty sure I invited the right twin but I wasn't going to ask because I'm pretty sure she'd hex me. And Sam's here."

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Samantha waited until Lincoln had finished greeting Roosevelt before walking over, glass in hand. "And here I thought I was the only one he was greeting that way. I feel so used."

She was smirking with it and raised up on her toes to kiss his cheek. "Happy birthday."

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comeonbro

"He wouldn't do that to me. At least on my birthday, every other time is probably fair game. But that's alright, he still can't catch me if I run away," Roosevelt said, smiling at Keira. He was glad that she had come, it was nice to reconnect with her after all these years. It was a little weird but it was more good than weird.

"And thank you for getting that out of the way now. I might drink so much I don't remember what will happen later in the evening."

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comeonbro

"You didn't invite me, but I saw everyone on Facebook talking about it," he said, clapping his friend on the back with a quick hug. Roosevelt appreciated that Lincoln had gone through all this effort when it was really his sort of thing.

"And I don't think the wrong twin would have agreed to come. It's doubly good Samantha is here because I'd be tempted to leave otherwise. Everyone behaving themselves?"

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comeonbro

Roosevelt turned so that she kissed him on the lips, pulling her closer and kissing her a bit more firmly than she had probably intended. Roosevelt wasn't particularly shy about that level of PDA though, especially not at his birthday party.

"Wait, did you get the friendly slap on the butt too?"

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"I don't think I want to know about anything Lincoln does with your butt," Samantha giggled, not minding the PDA at all and instead, sliding her hand into the hair at the back of his head. "But he did lift me completely off my feet and talked me off the ledge about your birthday present."

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comeonbro

"You mean that Lincoln found out what my present was so he can taunt me all night with it under the guise of talking you off the ledge," Roosevelt said. While Lincoln's primary motivation was probably to calm down Samantha he was sure there was an ulterior motive as well. It's what Roosevelt would have done in his place.

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