'Touch me Lincoln.' I whispered and he grit his teeth.
'Babe, this isn't the time.'
'I need you, please.' My heart hurt so much I just needed him. 'Touch me please.' He growled and flipped us trapping my arms above my head in one hand before biting my chest. I shivered as he pulled himself back and kissed the mark before pulling my shirt back on, pushing a harsh kiss on my lips.
'Later, now we have to go and talk to the parentals.' He pulled me up and dragged me out of the room quickly, running to the kitchen as I struggled to try and run away. He stopped and I looked to see both our dads talking in the kitchen, stopping when they saw us. I looked away, squeezing Lincoln's hand.
'Are you ready to talk about this?' Dad asked and I bit my lip.
'We're ready.' He said dragging me over to the table and pushing me down into the seat and sitting next to me. Our dads sitting down opposite us.
'Who bit Asher?' Dad asked and I flinched and looked away.
'Me, I bit him.'
'Why the hell would you bite someone? Asher of all people?' Lincoln rubbed the back of his neck.
'It's sort of a weird kink.' I brought my hands up to cover my face, this was so embarrassing. 'We're dating, and sometimes it gets taken too far.' I bit hard on my lip but the tears fell.
'Why are you crying bud?' Dad asked and I covered my face with my arm, Lincoln taking my hand.
'He's scared, that you'll be mad at him.'
'I'm mad, but not at you, I'm mad that this idiot bit you.' He said sounding annoyed. 'I don't care that you're gay, I've kind of known since you were younger and you don't like going near girls it's a bit obvious but if you're going to be having sex and all that at least be careful! Bite marks that are visible can damage your reputation, also they can get infected if not taken care of properly.' He scolded and I looked up at him. He rubbed his hand over his face. 'Just be careful.' He said standing up and going to the fridge getting two beers out.
'And you dad?' I looked at Lincoln's dad as he sat there quietly.
'I'm okay with the relationship, but...' He took a deep breath. 'Don't let this attachment... don't end up like your mother, that's all I'm asking.' Lincoln flinched and I squeezed his hand back.
'You two boys can go, we need a beer and a smoke.' Dad muttered as they both went out the back leaving Lincoln and I sitting at the table. Lincoln clicked his tongue and looked away before dragging me back to my room, shoving me back against the door as he closed it, shoving his face in my neck.
'I'm not like her.' He muttered and I held him tightly.
'I know.'
'I'm not going to let it get that bad, I won't.' I pushed my hands through his hair and held him tightly.
'I know.' I whispered and we stood there for a moment before he pulled me to the bed and spooned me, I was a little confused, normally that sadder person is the little spoon but he held me tightly his face deep in my neck as he took deep breaths. We fell asleep like that, I heard the door open before it closed again and opened my eyes to see Lincoln's arms still wrapped tightly around my stomach and chest. I sighed in relief and went back to sleep.
Weeks passed and Lincoln and I quietly went about our business, our dad's having their usual work schedule, Lincoln still had his fits of anger and got rough with me but they were lessening slowly, he kept the biting to clothable area's. We managed a whole month without him having an anger fit once, but I had a bad feeling about tonight. We've been going really well, together for three months already, but as I sit here in his football jacket on the bleachers in the front row, I watched as the rain made it hard for him to catch the ball, made it hard for Jaxon to throw it to him properly. They were down on the scoreboard and I could see him getting frustrated, getting angrier, I rung my hands as he barely caught the last one before getting tackled. The defence team ran onto the field and Lincoln and the offense team came back he made eye contact with me before looking away angrily. The game ended and the team lost, they all looked dejected and upset. I waited outside of the locker room, I heard him slamming things around and arguing with people before walking out of the locker room and slamming the door loudly, standing there not looking at me.
