GATHERING AT LINCOLN'S PLACE [OPEN TO ALL]

[lincolnmiller]

"No, Park we're not gaming tonight because it's Roosevelt's birthday. Stop calling him that, he is not. He's a hell of a lot smarter than you for starters. And I'm not having this conversation with you, either come to mine and celebrate my best friend's birthday or don't. It's up to you," Lincoln began, groaning as he put the phone down on Park. He could never understand why his friends couldn't all get along together. Park was a... okay, bad example. Lee was awesome but even she and Roosevelt bickered. And his best bro was going to be thirty tomorrow and it was up to Lincoln to throw him the best party ever.

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He really sucked at throwing parties. He had beer, food, music, people were supposed to be coming but he just hated that whole pre-party waiting thing. He wasn't meant to be a social butterfly, he was quite happy being an introspective nerd who had a set of amazing outgoing friends (and girlfriend.) He was quite happy being the wallflower. But he had to suck it up tonight for Roosevelt.

Hearing the bell, he ran to the door and opened it wide before smiling in relief.

"Oh thank god you're here," Lincoln began throwing his arms around the first guest.



OOC: ROOSEVELT IS THIRTY TOMORROW AND LINCOLN IS THROWING HIS BEST BRO FOREVER A PARTY WHICH EVERYONE IS INVITED TO. AND REMEMBER HIS PLACE IS LIKE TWO BEDROOM FLAT AND ALL HOMEMADE AMAZING FURNITURE AND GAMES AND GEEKY THINGS THIS IS NOT A CABOT SHINDIG.

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[lincolnmiller]

"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."

[thediceloveme]

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.

[lincolnmiller]

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.”

[thediceloveme]

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."

[lincolnmiller]

“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.

[thediceloveme]

"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.

[lincolnmiller]

“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?”

[thediceloveme]

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.

[lincolnmiller]

Cheeks flushed, he bit back a groan as his hips stuttered forward and he felt her hands, soft and tight, around his cock. Leaning in to her, his palm brushed over her breast and squeezed a little roughly as he felt her hand cover his.

"You're wearing far too many clothes," Lincoln murmured, brushing his lips against hers before turning his head to kiss down her neck.

[thediceloveme]

"I don't want to judge your powers of observation because you're distracted, but I am wearing a skirt." She said, shifting forward, letting said skirt ride up her thighs a little more as he touched and kissed her. Lee bit her lip and made a muffled noise of pleasure before she could stop herself. The way his hand covered her whole breast would never not be intensely sexy.