A/N: Hi Everyone! So this is my very first Fringe fanfic ever and it's all due to subject13fringe on tumblr who has been so welcoming to the Fringe fandom. She also got me writing this very weird story involving Peter, Lincoln and bacon. This chapter is rated a T but it's going to be bumped up to an M rating and feature lots of naughty smut. I hope you all enjoy!

Lincoln tossed and turned in his bed, not able to get any rest. He was craving fat. But not any fat, he was craving bacon. And having already had bacon and eggs, a BLT and a bacon cheeseburger today, he shouldn't be craving more.

But here he was at 2 in the morning, unable to sleep because of his stomachs' hard on for bacon.

Damn the Fringe division.

Not that he wasn't grateful that he didn't turn into a giant porcupine monster but Doctor Bishop said the symptoms would be gone within a few days and they weren't. Not at all. He had been through tests and Walter was mystified as to why this symptom and no other remained.

Then the scientist shrugged his shoulders and asked Astrid for some red vines.

And now Lincoln was stuck with this…unusual habit.

If it was just a hunger craving then he could probably ignore it but yesterday at the grocery store he realized something: he gets aroused by bacon. He quickly made his purchases and then headed out the car. By the time he had put his groceries in the trunk, he was furiously rubbing his cock through his pants and he came hard and fast.

His phone rang, interrupting the silence. It was time to go to work.

He showed up twenty minutes later outside of someone's house with a tentative smile on his face. Maybe work would distract him. But it wasn't so. As soon as he stepped into the house, he could smell the bacon that was in the fridge. He shook it off and headed to the basement to join Olivia and Peter.

As the night turned into morning, they investigated the case and Lincoln couldn't help but notice that Peter kept looking at him. Were his glasses not on straight?

He felt self-conscious as they headed to the lab to see if Walter could help. To be honest, Lincoln wasn't really paying attention to what was going on. He was so damn tired, this being the fourth sleepless night in a row. He could try sleeping pills but those made him feel like he wasn't on his game.

The day passed fairly quickly and soon everyone was taking off for the night. He saw Peter and Olivia huddled in the corner, having a private conversation and he felt a pang of jealous. He and Olivia…they could have been…

He shouldn't think about that. She was with Peter and they were in love and that's all that mattered right?

He waved as he walked past and headed home, making another quick and equally arousing stop at the grocery store for more bacon. He was just cooking it when the doorbell rang.

He trudged to the door and opened it.

"Peter."

"Lincoln." Peter replied.

"What are you…I mean, come in."

Peter wasn't exactly who he would want showing up late at night. I mean they worked together but they weren't friends or anything. Lincoln couldn't figure out why he was there.

"Eating dinner?" Peter asked.

Lincoln nodded, walking back into the kitchen. He picked up the spatula and flipped the bacon, turning around just in time to see Peter's smirk.

"I see you still have your little problem."

Lincoln shrugged, acting like it didn't bother him.

"Look," Peter said. "Olivia and I were talking and we both think you look like hell lately. I'm assuming it's because of this fat eating thing? I'm here to help."

"I already talked to Dr. Bishop and he said that he couldn't do anything. I don't know what you can do."

"I talked to Walter again and persuaded him to find an answer. It might take some time but at least he's still working on it."

Lincoln turned off the element on the stove. "Thanks." He said grudgingly.

"I noticed something else."

Lincoln's back was still to Peter as he began dishing out the bacon on the plate. He couldn't really…turn around right now."

"What?" he asked, trying to sound normal.

Suddenly Peter was right behind him. "You're aroused by it."

Lincoln started to protest when he felt Peter's arms snake out and wrap around him. Peter's hand trailed down and squeezed his hardened cock.

"What are you…"

"I told you, I'm here to help."

Lincoln felt Peter's lips against his shoulder and he shuddered.

"Olivia." He squeaked.

"Is probably at home with her fingers in her pussy excited at what I am here to do. She sent me you know."

Lincoln's eyes widened. He didn't know what to say.

"Olivia and I are…a bit kinky." Peter said. "And this directly fits in to what we are into. So what do you say?"

Lincoln trembled as Peter squeezed him again. He opened his eyes and stared down at the bacon in front of him, his hips jerking against Peter's.

Peter nudged at his head until they were staring at each other and then he quirked a smile.

"Don't worry." He said, unbuckling Lincoln's pants and slipping his hand inside. "The bacon too."

Lincoln smiled and leaned forward, pressing his lips against Peter's.

Him plus Peter plus bacon?

It sounded like the perfect recipe.