I looked around at what I owned excited at the promise of how it would all look to see Lincoln’s things interspersed with mine.
“Did you expect something more boring?” I asked.
“I don’t know.” He made a thoughtful sound in the back of his throat and looked at Lincoln. “Do you want to go get the rest of your boxes?”
“Yeah.” Lincoln smiled up at me. “Do you want to help us? Less trips.”
“Of course. I’ll get Finn.”
My brother was already shoving his feet into his sneakers in the entryway.
“I’m gonna go,” he said when we all came back to the living room.
“You’re gonna help,” I corrected. “One trip and then you can go.”
Finn grumbled a protest but went along with it. It took the four of us one trip down and back to get the rest of Lincoln’s boxes, which was considerably quicker I think than Lincoln had expected it to take. He dusted his hands off on the front of his thighs.
“I just need to take Silas to my apartment to get his car,” he said. “Then I’ll be back.”
“I can take him,” Finn offered. “Unless you live in the valley.”
“He lives here,” I muttered.
“Hollywood,” Lincoln advised.
“Better than not,” Finn said. “Barely out of the way.”
“Are you sure?” Silas asked, bracketing his hands on his hips. He’d met all of us, save for Andrew, but he hadn’t really spent any time with us.
“Yeah,” Finn assured him, wrapping me in a tighter than normal hug. I slid my arms around his waist and held him until he was ready to let go, giving one last squeeze before pulling away. “I’ll see you tonight.”
“Can’t wait.”
Lincoln and Silas said their goodbyes, then Finn and Silas were gone, leaving Lincoln and me in the apartment alone. It was oddly quiet, the TV show on mute since they’d arrived with Lincoln’s things.
“How are you feeling?” I asked.
Lincoln toed off his shoes. “Good, I think. There’s still a lot at the apartment, but I don’t know if I want it.”
“We can hire movers,” I suggested.
“I don’t know if I want it,” he repeated.
“Well, when you decide.”
Lincoln was next into my arms, a completely different sort of hug than the one my brother had given me. Lincoln curled his arms around my waist and pressed his face against my chest. I looped my arms around his neck and rested my chin on his shoulder, brushing a kiss against his ear.
“Do you want to shower?” I asked.
“Do I smell?”
“Like cum and sweat probably,” I teased, breathing him in. “Like sex.”
“Then no.”
“God, have I told you today that I love you?”
Lincoln laughed and shook his way out of my hold. “I don’t think you have.”
