NEXT MORNING...

"Lincoln. Shit... What the fuck have I done?" Peter cried, suddenly waking from his hangover on the illusion of Olivia Dunham.

Lincoln sat up in bed and turned to the frantic man who paced his room, cursing madly at himself. "Peter... Please."

"Oh my god... WHAT HAVE I DONE?"

Lincoln went to Peters side. He was desperate, now that he had had Peter had tasted him and had been inside him, he couldn't bare to lose him.

Lincoln cupped Peter roughly between the legs and crashed his lips against his.

Peter crumpled, becoming hard at the touch. He felt himself begin to slip. 'No. Stop.' He urged himself.

Peter forcefully shoved Agent Lee, sending him stumbling backwards and falling to the floor, Linc's eyes filled with tears.

"I can't be here with YOU! I love her Lincoln. God I love her! And I can't do this! I love her with every fiber of my being!" Peter yelled, hot tears building up behind his eyes.

"Can't you see she doesn't love you back?" Lincoln found himself screeching at the man.

"I'M NOT GAY!"

"Then what was this all about then Peter? Huh? Why are you here? Why did you kiss me back? Why were you so willing to suck me off last night?" Agent Lee spat angrily. "How come you still have a erection right now"

Peter shivered, suddenly all to aware of the tight fabric restricting his hardened member. "Leave me alone... It's- It's the morning." he grumbled, knowing fully it was a lie.

Scooting on his knees, Lincoln went to Peter's feet. The man glared down at him, eyes threatening and yet pleading.

"Is that really the reason?" Lincoln murmured softly with a smile playing at his lips.

Peter swallowed. "Don't..."

Lincoln's hands started to massage the man through the fabric of his briefs. Peter gasped and called out for Lincoln to stop again.

Lincoln slowly peeled the black fabric down, releasing Peter's cock from it's prison. He stroked him up and and down, driving him wild with pleasure.

"What do you want me to do?" Linc asked with a smirk.

Peter bit his lip, his breath hitching. "Stop."

"What do you really want me do, Bishop?"

He quivered, hating how bad he wanted this. How bad he NEEDED this. "Okay..." he mumbled, giving in.

Lincoln grinned and smacked his lips. He wrapped him in his mouth and moved him to the back if his throat in an agonizingly slow pace. Suddenly he sucked with all his might.

An achy moan erupted from Peter's mouth and his fingers dug into Lincoln's scalp.

Peter wrenched Linc's head against his hips, ramming himself to the back of his mouth. The agent gagged with pleasure as Peter continued to fuck his glorious mouth.

"Oh god... Yes... Yesss." He moaned as he thrusted his hips and moved Lincoln's head "Oh my god..."

"Olivia!" Peter gasped.

Lincoln's teeth sank into peter's member.

"Shit!" He whined, his eyes watering. "What was that for?"

"Marmry." Linc mumbled the apology around the man.

Peter shoved Lincoln away. "Stupid whore" He grunted.

Linc smirked as Peter bent him over the bed and pulled his pants down. Lincoln buried his face in the comforter as Peter's bony hands kneaded his ass.

"I'm going to rip you open gay boy." Peter growled as he spread the Fringe agent before rearing back and then stuffing his dick into him. Lincoln's body hitched and he whimpered. He knew Peter was big, but god this hurt... It reminded him of his first time. That night was... rough, to say the least. It took 3 weeks to be able to take a shit with out feeling like someone lit a fire under his ass.

But after that first time passed there hadn't been discomfort or pain... until now. Until Peter.

The pain was delicious though, it made Lincoln want to cry, the feeling of the gorgeous man pushing himself in and out. The sound of his grunts. The hands rubbing and scratching on his back.

Peter's fingers tugged at Lincoln's hair. "Look at me pretty boy. Look at me..." he grunted.

Lincoln bit his lip and glanced over his shoulder.

"You like it don't you?" Peter panted.

Lincoln bit his lip as Peter drilled him harder.

He wasn't Olivia, but for now he'll have to do.