Peter sighed deeply as he sat next to Lincoln on the steps. The newest fringe agent had been assigned the unfortunate task of "Babysitter for the day". It made Peter sick that his friends and family treated him with such disdain, hiding behind the feeble excuse of 'I don't know you.'
"I really am sorry about this Mr. Bishop" Lincoln offered in good spirits, smiling gently.
Peter jerked to glare at him. "Jesus Christ can you just cut the niceties and bullshit? It's disgusting." he snapped angrily. "And my name is Peter! Not 'the subject', not 'that man' and not 'Mr. Bishop'! Fuck! You are all driving me nuts!"
Agent Lee recoiled from his vicious outburst, the color draining from his face. Peter saw the hurt in his eyes and relaxed, unclenching his fists. "I'm sorry... It's just, you have no idea how difficult this has been." he murmured.
"I can't imagine." Lincoln whispered. "For the record I don't approve of them locking you up like this... It's not right. Anyone can take one look at you and see that you wouldn't take off..." He said gently. Peter hated this man's kindness and at the same time was grateful. "You're tied to this place aren't you? To Agent Dunham? ...I uh, see the way you look at her..."
Peter winced and closed his eyes, pain ripping in his chest at the mention of his once future wife; of the woman he so desperately loved that now had no recollection of him what-so-ever. "Yes." Peter murmured softly. "She is the reason I'll never ever leave." As soon as the words left his mouth Peter wished he could snatch them back out of the air and swallow them again before they reached Lincoln's ears. He didn't trust Agent Lee. He felt suspicious. Feeling bold and needing a distraction from his wallowing, he sat up.
He turned to his babysitter. "I'm going to ask you something and I need you to be completely honest. Don't lie to me because I will find out. And if I do find out you lied, well let's just say those glasses of yours won't be able to rest on your mutilated face." His eyes narrowed as he delivered his threat with a growl.
Lincoln nodded once, barely even flinching. Peter noticed this and added it to his list of reasons why he hated him.
"You can trust me Mr. Bish- er... Peter. I promise." Lincoln vowed.
Peter rolled his eyes in annoyance. He huffed before switching back to violent rigid demeanor. "Are you and Olivia together?"
"Excuse me?" Lincoln asked.
Peter gritted his teeth. "You heard me." He growled.
The agent shook his head. "No I'm just confused. What do you mean 'together'?" Peter's eyes narrowed in irritation, for a split second pain flickered in his irises and Lincoln locked onto it, finally understanding. He looked appalled. "You're asking me if we're a couple? If Agent Dunham and I are... are like having sex?"
It took everything within Peter not to punch the little nerd right now and ruin that pretty little face of his. Lincoln acted like the entire idea of having sex with Olivia was vile and disgusting instead of the beautiful sweet respite it was. This infuriated Peter beyond belief. "Well? Are you?"
Agent Lee struggled to find the right words.
"Answer. The fucking. Question."
Lincoln laughed slightly. "Mr. Bishop you've got it all wrong. I don't play for that team!"
Confused, Peter searched the agent's eyes, knowing that whatever he was saying it was the truth. "What do you mean?"
"Peter, I'm gay." Lincoln told him with a shrug.
The man beside him relaxed, all tension suddenly flowing out of his body, all hate and jealousy dissolving. "Oh." Peter murmured.
"Don't get me wrong, I think Agent Dunham is a beautiful woman... And she has such a kind soul, but I'm just not physically attracted to her." Lincoln told him.
Peter breathed out, feeling free. He was incredibly relieved. The moment he found out Lincoln Lee was a member of Fringe Division, Peter assumed he had laid hands on what Peter claimed as belonging to him only. That he had touched HIS Olivia. But Lincoln's confession lifted all the jealousy he had been carrying.
The next words to leave Agent Lee's mouth were shy and barely audible, "You, on the other hand... That's different."
As he processed the words, Peter watched the Agent's cheeks turn pink. He didn't know whether to be disgusted and annoyed or flattered. He was still thinking when he felt a hand caress his chin, rubbing at his stubble. Peter closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. His tortured, starved mind turned his thoughts to Olivia. The two of them laying in bed. She rubbing her soft cheek against his chin, allowing the roughness to tickle her delicate pale skin. The sound of her giggle, that sound of angels. Her lips on his. Oh god he missed her kisses... The way her lips would mold to his... The way they would yield to his tongue's gentle proddings as he begged for entry. He could almost feel his mouth on hers again.
Peter opened his eyes and realized he was actually feeling a mouth on his, not Olivia's, but instead Agent Lee's. They were shy, modest kisses filled with cautionary need. Peter closed his eyes and hated the way he wasn't disgusted, after all he couldn't be anything farther than attracted to men. But the contact on his lips was delicious and he couldn't bare to pull away; to end it. It made him feel warm and think of Olivia. He didn't register this as Lincoln... He only saw Agent Dunham as he flicked his tongue into the hungry mouth that was latched on his. He was rewarded with an achy, delicious moan and fingers that buried themselves into his hair.
"Peter..." the name was breathed into him. It was a low, husky voice. It was not hers. Peter flinched but pushed through it and continued in his revelry.
Lincoln felt Peter's hesitation at first but when he sensed him giving in, Lincoln soared. He was astounded this had worked. He figured surely Peter would beat the shit out of him, screaming hurtful names. But it had not happened and he couldn't be more grateful. Lincoln had been severely attracted to this man the moment he met him. He had sucked him in with his razor sharp wit, cheeky sarcasm, and beautifully sculpted body. Lincoln felt fiery desire rage in his stomach every time he saw Peter looking longingly at Olivia. 'Cant you see she doesn't love you?' He thought. 'Let her go Peter... Come to me sweetheart. Let me hold your warm body close to mine. I will stop your hurting. Let me love you...'
