Fic: Breathe Love (4/9)
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aeroport_artTitle: Breathe Love (4/9)
Pairing: Michael/Lincoln
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Up to 2.03 but mild AU throughout
Word Count: 4,617
Disclaimer: Prison Break is not mine, obviously. And I am not making any money from this, obviously.
Notes: Smut alert, lol. As you can see in the title, I'm aiming for nine chapters but that number is tentative; it may go longer, but not any shorter. Feedback = love!
Summary: Michael has always wanted his brother, and Lincoln has to wrestle with the responsibility of a reciprocated love that can never be... or can it? Spanning two decades, this story attempts to explain Michael/Lincoln within the confines of canon.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
4 months later (1988)
He won’t open up to me, he barely even looks at me and any sort of verbal exchange consists of grunts on his end. I’ve been trying to get Michael to look at me, really look and not just see past me, for the past four months and it’s starting to drive. Me. Insane.
Not that it isn’t completely transparent as to why he’s been avoiding contact with me. After I left him on the night of the Incident, he’s been moping ever since. Would you believe it? That beneath the carefully constructed adult façade that Michael Scofield carries so gracefully, beneath the genius-level 160 IQ brain of his hides a needy, attention-hungry monster. Next thing I know I’ll be hearing alt grunge from the radio and he’ll be sneaking out nights to smoke weed and sleep with teenage girls.
Well, maybe not teenage girls. After all, the sole reason for his brooding is the fact that his older brother won’t fuck him. Am I sounding cynical here? I’ve been sapping my energy and basing my life decisions around him for the past decade just so that I wouldn’t give into the intense attraction I’ve had for Michael since I was old enough to even feel sexuality. So forgive me if I am bitter that the sum total of all that agony has culminated in a surly, petulant fourteen year old brother who is angry that I won’t imbibe him into the illustrious world of incest.
I’m sorry, did I say fourteen? I meant fifteen. Today is Michael’s birthday, and I am banking on this convenient fact to bribe him back into my good graces. In spite of everything, we’re the only family each other’s got and he can’t hate me forever.
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“C’mon Craig, I’ve worked every weekend for the past two months. One evening isn’t gonna kill you,” Lincoln bargained with his supervisor. “It’s my baby brother’s birthday! You can’t expect me to leave him alone today.”
“Right, and next week’s gonna be your grandma’s funeral, am I right?” The dusty-haired man crossed his arms disbelievingly.
“Craig… please,” Lincoln started. “He’s fifteen today, it’s been four years since our mom’s died, and I just can’t let him sing “Happy Birthday to me” just because nobody else is around to celebrate it with him.” There, he’d played his wild card; it wasn’t often that Lincoln used his sob story of a life for favors but this was a special occasion.
“Aw c’mon Sink, you don’t have to put it that way. Alright alright, take the next shift off. This is coming outta your pay though,” the older man relented, uncrossing his arms long enough to give Lincoln a hearty shove towards the garage door.
“Thanks!”
Lincoln scurried out of the mechanic shop and hopped into his patchy black 1970 Mustang, putting the key in the ignition and revving the old girl to life. He swung by the video rental and picked up a new release that sounded halfway decent, then stopped by the grocery store, hoping that he’d have enough time to prepare the meal as he squinted at the setting sun through the front window shield.
By the time he got back to their apartment it was 5:30 PM and Lincoln barely noticed that the boy wasn’t home yet in his frenzy to get started on dinner. Michael was so reticent these days, he may likely have been sitting in the bathtub since after school for all he knew. In the meantime, Lincoln chopped vegetables like a madman, got the meatloaf in the oven by six o’ clock, and only began to slow down as he finished up the two side dishes at 7 PM. As he beat the eggs into the store-bought cake mix, he finally stole another glance at the clock. 7:13 PM.
The eighteen year old boy set the mixing bowl down and walked through their small apartment, taking less than two minutes to realize that his little brother wasn’t home yet. Were this any other kid, Lincoln would’ve assumed that the he was out celebrating with his friends and had simply forgotten to inform Lincoln of his absence. However, this wasn’t a regular birthday boy; Michael had been home every single day, waiting for his big brother to get off work since the two began living together. Even during their last few months of estrangement, Michael had always poked his head through the bedroom door when Lincoln came home, usually throwing him his mail or just glancing in his direction to make sure it wasn’t some intruder coming into their apartment.
“Michael?” He called out once more in the improbable hope that the younger boy was hiding somewhere. Not that Michael would ever hide from Lincoln; no, coolly staring his older brother down was much more his style. “Michael!!”
Lincoln made his way back to the kitchen and glared at the green LCD numbers. 7:17 PM. Where the fuck was Michael??
He edgily busied himself with setting the table and arranging dinner to be as aesthetically pleasing as he could make it, but by the time he was icing the cake he knew that something was up. His little brother didn’t just not show up at home, it wasn’t like him.
He threw the makeshift icing tube onto the messy kitchen table and grabbed the phone, dialing 9-1-1 to report a missing person.
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Michael had a headache. He had a throbbing migraine that was carefully and gradually cultivated from the gaggle of sophomores seated around him.
It was a group project for Social Studies. Michael hated group projects. He hated the undercurrents of power struggle, he hated the gossipy side conversations, he hated being subjected to the complete moronic idiocy of the brainless (yes he realized he was being redundant) and he hated, hated, having to interact with them. By the time their two-hour meeting was over, he longed for nothing but peace and quiet, and for the first time he walked in the opposite direction of home, trudging towards the nearby college campus in order to hopefully regain some of his brain cells by studying in the library until his headache dulled. He would’ve called Lincoln to let him know, but knowing his older brother, he wouldn’t even see him until late at night anyway. Besides, by not calling he thereby avoided another inevitable guilt trip as Lincoln made overarching gestures to be his friend again. As if they could ever be friends, after what they had shared That Night. As if Michael could ever go back to sleeping in the same bed as Lincoln without having heart failure every time his older brother so much as breathed in his direction (he’d taken to sleeping on the couch for the past four months). And so, he avoided him. Because if he couldn’t feel Lincoln’s hot skin against his mouth again, if couldn’t tangle his arms and legs with his brother’s muscled limbs, if he couldn’t kiss those firm lips again, well… Michael would rather ignore him.
He soon found himself in the campus library and the brooding teen idled in the Engineering aisle, scanning spines for anything of interest. After pulling out a basic Civil Engineering textbook and a History of European Urban Development photograph compilation, he hunkered down in a corner and immersed himself in the beautiful buildings and structures where math, formulas, and physics dominated the works of art that, unlike the messy and unpredictable world of humans, made perfect, crystalline sense.
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“I’m sorry Mr. Burrows, I have to repeat myself. You cannot file a missing person report unless it has been over 24 hours since their last sighting. The school acknowledges his attendance until 3 PM, therefore making it only seven hours since he was last seen. I’m sorry,” the voice on the phone replied wearily since Lincoln had called the line at least three prior times.
“You don’t understand, he doesn’t just not show up! There has to be an exception for special individuals,” the older brother pleaded desperately before the line went dead. With a frustrated growl he slammed the phone down into its holder, then picking it up he crashed it down another two, three times just for good measure. Hours of pacing and waiting and staring at the parking lot from the balcony wasn’t making Lincoln a very happy or understanding man. He had just grabbed his keys and headed towards the front door with the intent of searching Michael’s high school when the door opened by itself.
Or rather, by an apprehensive fifteen year old Michael, who had heard the loud banging from outside and had only ventured to peer into his apartment once the noises had stopped. Like a deer caught in the headlights, his bright blue eyes widened as the 180-lb force of his big brother crushed him in a tight, bone-bruising embrace.
“Oh my god you little fucker, where the fuck have you been!?,” he gasped into Michael’s ear, clutching the boy’s jacket tightly enough to leave wrinkles.
“I… I was just studying…,” Michael stuttered, dumbfounded by the sudden contact of his older sibling. “Lincoln let go, I can’t breathe.”
“Studying. Studying!?” Lincoln thrust his body back and held the boy at arms length, searching his ice blue eyes for an indication that he had been high or hurt or just anything that didn’t involve safely studying for the past seven hours as his older brother frothed at the mouth with worry.
“I. Am going. To KILL you why the fuck didn’t you call me to tell me you were going out!? You’re always home before I am!!” Lincoln yelled at his brother, prompting the elderly woman next door to bang open her doors and shush at the two boys as severely as she could. Lincoln dragged Michael into the house, never letting go of his vice-like grip as he shoved the smaller boy inside.
“I’m sorry Linc, god I didn’t think you’d even be home yet. Why are you home?” Michael asked, shaken by the ferocity of his brother’s biting words and burning eyes.
Lincoln involuntarily glanced behind him, thinking about how he had come home early to prepare a feast for his only baby brother. Michael followed his line of sight and his mouth parted as he looked at the dinner spread out before him. Cold meatloaf (from the looks of it, with chopped up bell peppers inside like he liked), mashed potatoes, congealed creamed spinach and a chocolate cake still in the pan lay on the table, arranged in an orderly fashion before two sets of silverware. The words “Happy Birthday Mik” were shakily drawn in light blue icing on top of the chocolate cake. The young teenager vaguely wondered what had happened to the rest of his name.
“Birthday…” Michael mused, until finally the word clicked into place. It was his birthday today. He watched, frozen, as his older brother roughly pulled out a chair and sank into it, his head dropping into his open palms and letting the taut fear and anxiety slowly dissipate from his body. The shell-shocked teenager snapped to attention, eyes roaming around the apartment for any other signs of what had transpired during his badly timed jaunt to the library. Michael noted with a harsh stab of guilt a rented movie lying on the living room table.
“Linc…I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I just forgot that today was my birthday,” he apologized, wincing at how insufficient his explanation sounded out loud.
“Forget about it Mikey. Let’s just… we’ll heat this stuff up and eat,” Lincoln replied, never looking up.
Michael calculated the defeated hunch of his brother’s shoulders and decided that he needed to do something, quick. He carefully walked towards the other teenager and slowly kneeled down in front of him, cold tiles knocking against his kneecaps. He had to look into Lincoln’s eyes for himself to know that he didn’t hate Michael for fucking up so badly.
“Linc… Linc…,” Michael tried to get the older boy’s attention but to no avail. Finally he settled for weaseling his thin arms around his brother’s waist and burrowing his face in his brother’s lap with apologetic murmurs. The young teen desperately tried to think outside the gutter; the acceptance of his apology was precarious enough as it was without Michael angering Lincoln with his forwardness and having him push him away. Again.
Michael squashed down the flicker of hurt that had plagued him for the last four months and concentrated on looking for any signs that showed that Lincoln had forgiven him. Finally after a nerve-wracking eternity, Lincoln pulled his younger brother up by the armpits like a puppy and settled him onto his lap. Their eyes truly met for the first time in ages and Lincoln hugged the boy close, kissing his cheek, his jaw, trailing down to the juncture of his neck and shoulder where he let his head rest.
“I was just so worried Michael. I’m sorry if I scared you. Just… don’t do that to me again, okay?” Lincoln gruffly muttered.
Michael barely caught the older boy’s quiet words, distracted by the growing arousal he felt tightening in his own jeans. Without even meaning to, he ran his hands up his Lincoln’s strong back, turning his face to bury his nose and mouth against his brother’s soft neck. He rubbed his cheek adoringly against Lincoln’s skin, craving the contact more than ever since the months-long drought. He felt his brother’s body stiffen but before he could react, Michael had discovered a particularly velvety patch of skin over his brother’s left collarbone and was entertaining himself by licking and sucking on it, reveling in the sharp contrast between hard bone and baby-soft skin. He felt Lincoln’s breathing hitch and took it as a sign of encouragement, lowering his mouth to taste the skin of his brother’s chest beneath the opening of his white T-shirt.
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Feeling his little brother’s hot tongue dipping beneath the collar of his shirt could very well have been the most exquisite feeling he had ever experienced. Lincoln moaned, allowing himself this little bout of gratification after the torture he had suffered through earlier in the evening. He felt Michael’s hands run from his shoulder blades down to his lower back, then traveling to the front of his stomach and slowly, achingly tracking up over the soft ripples of his abdomen. The maddening hands lingered there, rubbing up and down as if worshiping the tight muscles.
Maybe there’s an upside to work other than just money, Lincoln thought distractedly as Michael grew frustrated with the offending fabric and was rapidly shucking off his big brother’s leather jacket and white T-shirt.
The cool blast of air that hit his unclothed torso unexpectedly sobered him up and he reluctantly pushed Michael’s mouth off of his right pectoral.
“Mikey, you do realize that normal people don’t do this right? I can’t let this go on,” he said, wanting to crucify himself for wedging the two siblings apart again. He needed to focus, he needed to realize that it wasn’t in Michael’s best interest to have a sexual relationship with his only family member, no matter how much either wanted it.
“No,” Michael’s endlessly blue eyes implored him. “No, Linc, please don’t push me away again. I want this so much… I need you like this Linc.”
The larger teenager averted his eyes and began to shake his head before Michael cut him off.
“It’s my birthday.”
“…What?”
“It’s my birthday and this is what I want for it. I want you for my birthday Linc, just give yourself to me tonight, please,” he desperately explained, his throat taut in the fear that Lincoln would only reject him one more time with that infuriating willpower of his. He could only take his brother’s thwarted eyes so many times before his heart would break in two.
Lincoln studied the petrified expression on Michael’s face, realizing how much it meant to the boy that he wasn’t abandoned again. This wasn’t sexual curiosity, this wasn’t an extreme cry for attention. This wasn’t just a mistaken way of expressing brotherly love. Michael well and truly wanted Lincoln for himself, and the realization warmed the older brother down to his toes. All of a sudden he didn’t feel like a sick lecher so much and in the blinding freedom that this knowledge presented, Lincoln grabbed Michael behind the neck and yanked him forwards, his little brother’s pouting lips crushed against Lincoln’s hot, yearning mouth.
He probed a tongue inside and massaged Michael’s tongue, rousing the younger teenager from the shock at not having been rejected. Suddenly dissatisfied with the hard kitchen chair, Lincoln picked the smaller boy up off of his lap and made his way towards the bedroom. With an vague feeling like it was his wedding night, Lincoln knocked the door open with a shoulder and gently released Michael onto the queen-sized bed. Looking down at the thoroughly disheveled but enthusiastic boy, Lincoln pushed his little brother’s shoulders down and attacked his mouth once again, drinking in the taste of Michael’s mouth and inhaling the milky scent of his intoxicating skin.
After years of sexual frustration and denial, of feeling like a sick fuck of an older brother, Lincoln channeled the long record of pent up desire and devoured Michael as if he would disappear before him if he didn’t push strongly enough, probe deep enough, love hard enough. Michael quickly recovered from the cautious disbelief that he’d finally obtained what he’d always wanted but suspected he would never have, and watched adoringly at his Lincoln's tousled hair as he hovered over his little brother, his mouth consuming all inches of the broad planes of his chest. The longing soon overtook him and Michael pushed hard at Lincoln’s shoulder, willing him to give him a go.
His brother got the message and soon flipped onto his back, propped up by his elbows. Michael clambered onto his thighs and without preamble, latched onto one of Lincoln’s pebbled nipples. The sight of Michael’s puckered lips and lapping tongue drove Lincoln into a frenzy and without even recognizing what he wanted, he pushed down his brother’s head towards his crotch. Once at face-level with his older brother’s bulging hard-on, Michael paused only for a second before tugging the button of the jeans open, eagerly watching as his deepest want was revealed with this simple pull of a metal tab; an action he had done so often on himself that he’d never thought it could be the hottest thing he had ever seen. The golden teeth unzipped one by one and Lincoln’s confined erection strained to get out. Finally the metal enclosure was open and Lincoln’s desperately hard cock sprang out, tenting in his blue striped boxers with a dark spot of wet precum already dressing the front.
“God, Michael,” Lincoln panted heavily. He looked down at the sight of his brother acquainting himself with Lincoln’s stiff cock and nearly came from the gorgeous sight of that hot pink tongue darting out to taste him through the thin fabric. The moist pressure pushed against the slit of his penis, causing the entire shaft to jerk awkwardly in the confines of his underwear. He quickly dug his hand into the flap of his boxers and pulled out his pulsing erection, pointing the wet head at Michael’s plush lips. Needing no further persuasion, the younger brother urgently fit the penis into his mouth and sank down until his stretched lips hit Lincoln’s fist that was still encircled around his shaft. The older boy cried out in intense pleasure, needing to shut his eyes against the image of Michael’s long lashes against his lower abdomen and distended lips working his cock, lest the very picture of eroticism make him come prematurely down Michael’s unsuspecting throat.
Michael hummed in appreciation of the long thick pole that was locked in his mouth, causing Lincoln’s hips to jerk up. He let go of his own cock and his little brother seized the opportunity to swallow as deep as he could, relishing in the feel of the spongy head of his brother’s cock hitting his gag reflex. Trying not to choke himself, Michael relaxed his throat muscles and rammed the meat in as deeply as he could, wanting to feel full to bursting with his brother.
“Oh god Michael, stop! I’m- so close,” Lincoln gasped, trying to push his brother’s head off but Michael was having none of that. Eager to make his older brother feel ecstasy, desperate to make him come with Michael’s name on his lips, the younger boy plunged down to the root and milked the orgasm out of his brother’s throbbing cock. With a thinly restrained roar, Lincoln spasmed and shot his load, pumping wave after wave of thick cream down his brother’s gullet. When the overwhelming amount filled Michael’s mouth he lifted his head prematurely, only to have the last spurt clip him in the jaw. Finally as the tremors in Lincoln’s hips subsided, the younger boy wiped the gooey warmth off his chin and licked his abused lips, tongue poking out for the stray come that’d spilled out the corners of his mouth.
“Fuck… where’d you learn to do that,” Lincoln listlessly inquired, eyelids heavy in the lethargy that had quickly overtaken him.
“I don’t know… I’ve wanted to do that for a really long time. Was it too… much?” Michael asked, suddenly embarrassed at the frantic way he’d sucked his older brother’s dick, swallowing it down his as if he were a starved man at an all-you-can-eat buffet. Lincoln had asked him to stop… maybe he was serious, maybe his skin was too sensitized and Michael had exploited it anyway. He unhappily explained, “I’m sorry, that was my first time.”
Lincoln heard the uneasiness in his little brother’s voice and quickly gathered him into his arms, kissing him softly against the temple.
“Don’t be ridiculous, that was by far the best blowjob I have ever received,” he reassured. Michael blushed at that, thinking “blowjob” an awfully dirty sounding word for something so wonderful and fulfilling. He wriggled out of Lincoln’s embrace to wrap his arms over his brother’s broad shoulders, pressing a firm kiss against his lips.
The two boys explored the caverns of each other’s mouths with probing tongues as Michael automatically humped his stiff organ between their stomachs. Soon Lincoln could bear it no longer and sought to return his younger brother’s favor. He flipped the boy onto his back again, yanking his T-shirt up to his chest and unbuckling the belt with a satisfying clank of metal. He quickly unzipped the fly and reached in like it was his birthday instead, and Michael’s rigid penis was his present.
“Linc, oh god Linc,” Michael bit out, realizing that he was already so close. Never having experienced another person’s touch made every breath, every light graze explode onto his nerves and knowing that it was Lincoln down there licking the precum off his drooling slit only multiplied the pleasure a thousand-fold.
Lincoln heard the needy undercurrent of his little brother’s moans and decided to make it quick and hard and good. There were always seconds, after all. Upon this decision his slowly but steadily sank his lips down over the smaller penis until his chin was nestled on top of Michael’s soft ball sac. He maneuvered his hand over so he could cradle the warm orbs, rubbing them gently as he laved Michael’s dick with his tongue. Above him his younger brother squeaked with his fist in his mouth, frantically trying to muffle the animalistic noises that fought to escape. Lincoln growled around the organ in his mouth, wanting very much to hear Michael’s sweet gratification out loud and moved his hand back up to snatch the fist out from between his younger brother’s teeth that were viciously biting down into his knuckles. A half-sob lurched from his throat and as he abruptly shut his mouth again, Lincoln realized that his little brother was embarrassed by the noises he involuntarily created. In reaction the older boy quickly shoved his middle finger into Michael’s wet mouth and fucked them in and out, effectively stifling the ecstatic cries.
“Mmmph ah Lin--,” Michael moaned wantonly, thrusting his small hips up in search of embedding himself as deep inside his brother as he could. Lincoln swiftly pulled his finger out from between his brother’s reddened lips with a loud smack as Michael struggled to keep the digit inside his mouth.
“Linc I want it back, fill me up, god, I want you so bad,” he rambled, nearly unconscious of the words leaving his mouth. “Fill me up, I wanna be full of you, Linc I want your cock deep inside me!”
Almost blushing at the pornographic words spilling out of his little brother’s mouth, Lincoln resolved to not fuck his brother into the bed because really, the boy was just fifteen years old. As much as the older teenager wanted to bury his meat inside that sweet, writhing ass, he wanted Michael’s first sexual encounter to be smooth and full of aching pleasure, instead of the apprehension and pain that would surely come with him thrusting his admittedly large organ inside of Michael’s virgin asshole.
“God Michael don’t do this to me, don’t make me wanna fuck you right now,” Lincoln groaned, beyond aroused by the image that had been so forbidden in his mind until now, when the floodgates were crashing down around him. Instead, he forcefully shoved his finger back into Michael’s incoherent mouth, pumping it in quick strokes.
“Yeah, get it wet Mikey, you know where it’s going,” he ordered, popping the finger back out and moving it down to his little brother’s puckered entrance. He rubbed the spot forcefully and bolstered by Michael’s loud cry, quickly pushed inside in slow twists. Once he got past the first knuckle he opened his mouth wide and laved Michael’s warm ball sac with his tongue, sucking gently on the testicles while pumping his middle finger in little thrusts deeper and deeper inside Michael’s hot cavity.
“Ah, ah!!!” Michael shouted, ready to come before Lincoln had even gotten his finger all the way in. As the orgasm hit, his hips jerked off the bed and the first jet squirted out in an impressive lance, landing on Michael’s chin and neck. The older boy quickly clamped his mouth over the gushing penis and hungrily drank his brother’s essence down as his buried middle finger hit home.
“Nnnnngh!!!” The younger teenager grunted long and loudly through clenched teeth, preventing what would surely have been a window-rattling scream. His body stayed taut, riding out the waves of his orgasm before collapsing back down into the blankets. The boy’s breathing stayed erratic, gasping when Lincoln lurched up to lick the stray come off his brother’s face, twitching each time Lincoln’s withdrawing finger would brush against a sensitive spot.
“Shhh…,” Lincoln hushed the younger boy, placing his head on Michael’s soft belly and rubbing his hands soothingly over the boy’s waist. Eventually the hiccoughs subsided and Michael hazily pulled his big brother up to curl beside him.
The two boys gazed at each other, physically and emotionally sated for the first time in a long while. But soon their young exhausted bodies gave in and they readily turned themselves over to drowsiness.
“I love you…,” Michael mumbled. Lincoln only tightened his arms in response, but his little brother had never felt such contentment until this moment, wrapped up in his brother’s cocoon-like arms and safe from the world.
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Pairing: Michael/Lincoln
Author:
aeroport_artRating: NC-17
Spoilers: Up to 2.03 but mild AU throughout
Word Count: 4,617
Disclaimer: Prison Break is not mine, obviously. And I am not making any money from this, obviously.
Notes: Smut alert, lol. As you can see in the title, I'm aiming for nine chapters but that number is tentative; it may go longer, but not any shorter. Feedback = love!
Summary: Michael has always wanted his brother, and Lincoln has to wrestle with the responsibility of a reciprocated love that can never be... or can it? Spanning two decades, this story attempts to explain Michael/Lincoln within the confines of canon.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
4 months later (1988)
He won’t open up to me, he barely even looks at me and any sort of verbal exchange consists of grunts on his end. I’ve been trying to get Michael to look at me, really look and not just see past me, for the past four months and it’s starting to drive. Me. Insane.
Not that it isn’t completely transparent as to why he’s been avoiding contact with me. After I left him on the night of the Incident, he’s been moping ever since. Would you believe it? That beneath the carefully constructed adult façade that Michael Scofield carries so gracefully, beneath the genius-level 160 IQ brain of his hides a needy, attention-hungry monster. Next thing I know I’ll be hearing alt grunge from the radio and he’ll be sneaking out nights to smoke weed and sleep with teenage girls.
Well, maybe not teenage girls. After all, the sole reason for his brooding is the fact that his older brother won’t fuck him. Am I sounding cynical here? I’ve been sapping my energy and basing my life decisions around him for the past decade just so that I wouldn’t give into the intense attraction I’ve had for Michael since I was old enough to even feel sexuality. So forgive me if I am bitter that the sum total of all that agony has culminated in a surly, petulant fourteen year old brother who is angry that I won’t imbibe him into the illustrious world of incest.
I’m sorry, did I say fourteen? I meant fifteen. Today is Michael’s birthday, and I am banking on this convenient fact to bribe him back into my good graces. In spite of everything, we’re the only family each other’s got and he can’t hate me forever.
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“C’mon Craig, I’ve worked every weekend for the past two months. One evening isn’t gonna kill you,” Lincoln bargained with his supervisor. “It’s my baby brother’s birthday! You can’t expect me to leave him alone today.”
“Right, and next week’s gonna be your grandma’s funeral, am I right?” The dusty-haired man crossed his arms disbelievingly.
“Craig… please,” Lincoln started. “He’s fifteen today, it’s been four years since our mom’s died, and I just can’t let him sing “Happy Birthday to me” just because nobody else is around to celebrate it with him.” There, he’d played his wild card; it wasn’t often that Lincoln used his sob story of a life for favors but this was a special occasion.
“Aw c’mon Sink, you don’t have to put it that way. Alright alright, take the next shift off. This is coming outta your pay though,” the older man relented, uncrossing his arms long enough to give Lincoln a hearty shove towards the garage door.
“Thanks!”
Lincoln scurried out of the mechanic shop and hopped into his patchy black 1970 Mustang, putting the key in the ignition and revving the old girl to life. He swung by the video rental and picked up a new release that sounded halfway decent, then stopped by the grocery store, hoping that he’d have enough time to prepare the meal as he squinted at the setting sun through the front window shield.
By the time he got back to their apartment it was 5:30 PM and Lincoln barely noticed that the boy wasn’t home yet in his frenzy to get started on dinner. Michael was so reticent these days, he may likely have been sitting in the bathtub since after school for all he knew. In the meantime, Lincoln chopped vegetables like a madman, got the meatloaf in the oven by six o’ clock, and only began to slow down as he finished up the two side dishes at 7 PM. As he beat the eggs into the store-bought cake mix, he finally stole another glance at the clock. 7:13 PM.
The eighteen year old boy set the mixing bowl down and walked through their small apartment, taking less than two minutes to realize that his little brother wasn’t home yet. Were this any other kid, Lincoln would’ve assumed that the he was out celebrating with his friends and had simply forgotten to inform Lincoln of his absence. However, this wasn’t a regular birthday boy; Michael had been home every single day, waiting for his big brother to get off work since the two began living together. Even during their last few months of estrangement, Michael had always poked his head through the bedroom door when Lincoln came home, usually throwing him his mail or just glancing in his direction to make sure it wasn’t some intruder coming into their apartment.
“Michael?” He called out once more in the improbable hope that the younger boy was hiding somewhere. Not that Michael would ever hide from Lincoln; no, coolly staring his older brother down was much more his style. “Michael!!”
Lincoln made his way back to the kitchen and glared at the green LCD numbers. 7:17 PM. Where the fuck was Michael??
He edgily busied himself with setting the table and arranging dinner to be as aesthetically pleasing as he could make it, but by the time he was icing the cake he knew that something was up. His little brother didn’t just not show up at home, it wasn’t like him.
He threw the makeshift icing tube onto the messy kitchen table and grabbed the phone, dialing 9-1-1 to report a missing person.
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Michael had a headache. He had a throbbing migraine that was carefully and gradually cultivated from the gaggle of sophomores seated around him.
It was a group project for Social Studies. Michael hated group projects. He hated the undercurrents of power struggle, he hated the gossipy side conversations, he hated being subjected to the complete moronic idiocy of the brainless (yes he realized he was being redundant) and he hated, hated, having to interact with them. By the time their two-hour meeting was over, he longed for nothing but peace and quiet, and for the first time he walked in the opposite direction of home, trudging towards the nearby college campus in order to hopefully regain some of his brain cells by studying in the library until his headache dulled. He would’ve called Lincoln to let him know, but knowing his older brother, he wouldn’t even see him until late at night anyway. Besides, by not calling he thereby avoided another inevitable guilt trip as Lincoln made overarching gestures to be his friend again. As if they could ever be friends, after what they had shared That Night. As if Michael could ever go back to sleeping in the same bed as Lincoln without having heart failure every time his older brother so much as breathed in his direction (he’d taken to sleeping on the couch for the past four months). And so, he avoided him. Because if he couldn’t feel Lincoln’s hot skin against his mouth again, if couldn’t tangle his arms and legs with his brother’s muscled limbs, if he couldn’t kiss those firm lips again, well… Michael would rather ignore him.
He soon found himself in the campus library and the brooding teen idled in the Engineering aisle, scanning spines for anything of interest. After pulling out a basic Civil Engineering textbook and a History of European Urban Development photograph compilation, he hunkered down in a corner and immersed himself in the beautiful buildings and structures where math, formulas, and physics dominated the works of art that, unlike the messy and unpredictable world of humans, made perfect, crystalline sense.
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“I’m sorry Mr. Burrows, I have to repeat myself. You cannot file a missing person report unless it has been over 24 hours since their last sighting. The school acknowledges his attendance until 3 PM, therefore making it only seven hours since he was last seen. I’m sorry,” the voice on the phone replied wearily since Lincoln had called the line at least three prior times.
“You don’t understand, he doesn’t just not show up! There has to be an exception for special individuals,” the older brother pleaded desperately before the line went dead. With a frustrated growl he slammed the phone down into its holder, then picking it up he crashed it down another two, three times just for good measure. Hours of pacing and waiting and staring at the parking lot from the balcony wasn’t making Lincoln a very happy or understanding man. He had just grabbed his keys and headed towards the front door with the intent of searching Michael’s high school when the door opened by itself.
Or rather, by an apprehensive fifteen year old Michael, who had heard the loud banging from outside and had only ventured to peer into his apartment once the noises had stopped. Like a deer caught in the headlights, his bright blue eyes widened as the 180-lb force of his big brother crushed him in a tight, bone-bruising embrace.
“Oh my god you little fucker, where the fuck have you been!?,” he gasped into Michael’s ear, clutching the boy’s jacket tightly enough to leave wrinkles.
“I… I was just studying…,” Michael stuttered, dumbfounded by the sudden contact of his older sibling. “Lincoln let go, I can’t breathe.”
“Studying. Studying!?” Lincoln thrust his body back and held the boy at arms length, searching his ice blue eyes for an indication that he had been high or hurt or just anything that didn’t involve safely studying for the past seven hours as his older brother frothed at the mouth with worry.
“I. Am going. To KILL you why the fuck didn’t you call me to tell me you were going out!? You’re always home before I am!!” Lincoln yelled at his brother, prompting the elderly woman next door to bang open her doors and shush at the two boys as severely as she could. Lincoln dragged Michael into the house, never letting go of his vice-like grip as he shoved the smaller boy inside.
“I’m sorry Linc, god I didn’t think you’d even be home yet. Why are you home?” Michael asked, shaken by the ferocity of his brother’s biting words and burning eyes.
Lincoln involuntarily glanced behind him, thinking about how he had come home early to prepare a feast for his only baby brother. Michael followed his line of sight and his mouth parted as he looked at the dinner spread out before him. Cold meatloaf (from the looks of it, with chopped up bell peppers inside like he liked), mashed potatoes, congealed creamed spinach and a chocolate cake still in the pan lay on the table, arranged in an orderly fashion before two sets of silverware. The words “Happy Birthday Mik” were shakily drawn in light blue icing on top of the chocolate cake. The young teenager vaguely wondered what had happened to the rest of his name.
“Birthday…” Michael mused, until finally the word clicked into place. It was his birthday today. He watched, frozen, as his older brother roughly pulled out a chair and sank into it, his head dropping into his open palms and letting the taut fear and anxiety slowly dissipate from his body. The shell-shocked teenager snapped to attention, eyes roaming around the apartment for any other signs of what had transpired during his badly timed jaunt to the library. Michael noted with a harsh stab of guilt a rented movie lying on the living room table.
“Linc…I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I just forgot that today was my birthday,” he apologized, wincing at how insufficient his explanation sounded out loud.
“Forget about it Mikey. Let’s just… we’ll heat this stuff up and eat,” Lincoln replied, never looking up.
Michael calculated the defeated hunch of his brother’s shoulders and decided that he needed to do something, quick. He carefully walked towards the other teenager and slowly kneeled down in front of him, cold tiles knocking against his kneecaps. He had to look into Lincoln’s eyes for himself to know that he didn’t hate Michael for fucking up so badly.
“Linc… Linc…,” Michael tried to get the older boy’s attention but to no avail. Finally he settled for weaseling his thin arms around his brother’s waist and burrowing his face in his brother’s lap with apologetic murmurs. The young teen desperately tried to think outside the gutter; the acceptance of his apology was precarious enough as it was without Michael angering Lincoln with his forwardness and having him push him away. Again.
Michael squashed down the flicker of hurt that had plagued him for the last four months and concentrated on looking for any signs that showed that Lincoln had forgiven him. Finally after a nerve-wracking eternity, Lincoln pulled his younger brother up by the armpits like a puppy and settled him onto his lap. Their eyes truly met for the first time in ages and Lincoln hugged the boy close, kissing his cheek, his jaw, trailing down to the juncture of his neck and shoulder where he let his head rest.
“I was just so worried Michael. I’m sorry if I scared you. Just… don’t do that to me again, okay?” Lincoln gruffly muttered.
Michael barely caught the older boy’s quiet words, distracted by the growing arousal he felt tightening in his own jeans. Without even meaning to, he ran his hands up his Lincoln’s strong back, turning his face to bury his nose and mouth against his brother’s soft neck. He rubbed his cheek adoringly against Lincoln’s skin, craving the contact more than ever since the months-long drought. He felt his brother’s body stiffen but before he could react, Michael had discovered a particularly velvety patch of skin over his brother’s left collarbone and was entertaining himself by licking and sucking on it, reveling in the sharp contrast between hard bone and baby-soft skin. He felt Lincoln’s breathing hitch and took it as a sign of encouragement, lowering his mouth to taste the skin of his brother’s chest beneath the opening of his white T-shirt.
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Feeling his little brother’s hot tongue dipping beneath the collar of his shirt could very well have been the most exquisite feeling he had ever experienced. Lincoln moaned, allowing himself this little bout of gratification after the torture he had suffered through earlier in the evening. He felt Michael’s hands run from his shoulder blades down to his lower back, then traveling to the front of his stomach and slowly, achingly tracking up over the soft ripples of his abdomen. The maddening hands lingered there, rubbing up and down as if worshiping the tight muscles.
Maybe there’s an upside to work other than just money, Lincoln thought distractedly as Michael grew frustrated with the offending fabric and was rapidly shucking off his big brother’s leather jacket and white T-shirt.
The cool blast of air that hit his unclothed torso unexpectedly sobered him up and he reluctantly pushed Michael’s mouth off of his right pectoral.
“Mikey, you do realize that normal people don’t do this right? I can’t let this go on,” he said, wanting to crucify himself for wedging the two siblings apart again. He needed to focus, he needed to realize that it wasn’t in Michael’s best interest to have a sexual relationship with his only family member, no matter how much either wanted it.
“No,” Michael’s endlessly blue eyes implored him. “No, Linc, please don’t push me away again. I want this so much… I need you like this Linc.”
The larger teenager averted his eyes and began to shake his head before Michael cut him off.
“It’s my birthday.”
“…What?”
“It’s my birthday and this is what I want for it. I want you for my birthday Linc, just give yourself to me tonight, please,” he desperately explained, his throat taut in the fear that Lincoln would only reject him one more time with that infuriating willpower of his. He could only take his brother’s thwarted eyes so many times before his heart would break in two.
Lincoln studied the petrified expression on Michael’s face, realizing how much it meant to the boy that he wasn’t abandoned again. This wasn’t sexual curiosity, this wasn’t an extreme cry for attention. This wasn’t just a mistaken way of expressing brotherly love. Michael well and truly wanted Lincoln for himself, and the realization warmed the older brother down to his toes. All of a sudden he didn’t feel like a sick lecher so much and in the blinding freedom that this knowledge presented, Lincoln grabbed Michael behind the neck and yanked him forwards, his little brother’s pouting lips crushed against Lincoln’s hot, yearning mouth.
He probed a tongue inside and massaged Michael’s tongue, rousing the younger teenager from the shock at not having been rejected. Suddenly dissatisfied with the hard kitchen chair, Lincoln picked the smaller boy up off of his lap and made his way towards the bedroom. With an vague feeling like it was his wedding night, Lincoln knocked the door open with a shoulder and gently released Michael onto the queen-sized bed. Looking down at the thoroughly disheveled but enthusiastic boy, Lincoln pushed his little brother’s shoulders down and attacked his mouth once again, drinking in the taste of Michael’s mouth and inhaling the milky scent of his intoxicating skin.
After years of sexual frustration and denial, of feeling like a sick fuck of an older brother, Lincoln channeled the long record of pent up desire and devoured Michael as if he would disappear before him if he didn’t push strongly enough, probe deep enough, love hard enough. Michael quickly recovered from the cautious disbelief that he’d finally obtained what he’d always wanted but suspected he would never have, and watched adoringly at his Lincoln's tousled hair as he hovered over his little brother, his mouth consuming all inches of the broad planes of his chest. The longing soon overtook him and Michael pushed hard at Lincoln’s shoulder, willing him to give him a go.
His brother got the message and soon flipped onto his back, propped up by his elbows. Michael clambered onto his thighs and without preamble, latched onto one of Lincoln’s pebbled nipples. The sight of Michael’s puckered lips and lapping tongue drove Lincoln into a frenzy and without even recognizing what he wanted, he pushed down his brother’s head towards his crotch. Once at face-level with his older brother’s bulging hard-on, Michael paused only for a second before tugging the button of the jeans open, eagerly watching as his deepest want was revealed with this simple pull of a metal tab; an action he had done so often on himself that he’d never thought it could be the hottest thing he had ever seen. The golden teeth unzipped one by one and Lincoln’s confined erection strained to get out. Finally the metal enclosure was open and Lincoln’s desperately hard cock sprang out, tenting in his blue striped boxers with a dark spot of wet precum already dressing the front.
“God, Michael,” Lincoln panted heavily. He looked down at the sight of his brother acquainting himself with Lincoln’s stiff cock and nearly came from the gorgeous sight of that hot pink tongue darting out to taste him through the thin fabric. The moist pressure pushed against the slit of his penis, causing the entire shaft to jerk awkwardly in the confines of his underwear. He quickly dug his hand into the flap of his boxers and pulled out his pulsing erection, pointing the wet head at Michael’s plush lips. Needing no further persuasion, the younger brother urgently fit the penis into his mouth and sank down until his stretched lips hit Lincoln’s fist that was still encircled around his shaft. The older boy cried out in intense pleasure, needing to shut his eyes against the image of Michael’s long lashes against his lower abdomen and distended lips working his cock, lest the very picture of eroticism make him come prematurely down Michael’s unsuspecting throat.
Michael hummed in appreciation of the long thick pole that was locked in his mouth, causing Lincoln’s hips to jerk up. He let go of his own cock and his little brother seized the opportunity to swallow as deep as he could, relishing in the feel of the spongy head of his brother’s cock hitting his gag reflex. Trying not to choke himself, Michael relaxed his throat muscles and rammed the meat in as deeply as he could, wanting to feel full to bursting with his brother.
“Oh god Michael, stop! I’m- so close,” Lincoln gasped, trying to push his brother’s head off but Michael was having none of that. Eager to make his older brother feel ecstasy, desperate to make him come with Michael’s name on his lips, the younger boy plunged down to the root and milked the orgasm out of his brother’s throbbing cock. With a thinly restrained roar, Lincoln spasmed and shot his load, pumping wave after wave of thick cream down his brother’s gullet. When the overwhelming amount filled Michael’s mouth he lifted his head prematurely, only to have the last spurt clip him in the jaw. Finally as the tremors in Lincoln’s hips subsided, the younger boy wiped the gooey warmth off his chin and licked his abused lips, tongue poking out for the stray come that’d spilled out the corners of his mouth.
“Fuck… where’d you learn to do that,” Lincoln listlessly inquired, eyelids heavy in the lethargy that had quickly overtaken him.
“I don’t know… I’ve wanted to do that for a really long time. Was it too… much?” Michael asked, suddenly embarrassed at the frantic way he’d sucked his older brother’s dick, swallowing it down his as if he were a starved man at an all-you-can-eat buffet. Lincoln had asked him to stop… maybe he was serious, maybe his skin was too sensitized and Michael had exploited it anyway. He unhappily explained, “I’m sorry, that was my first time.”
Lincoln heard the uneasiness in his little brother’s voice and quickly gathered him into his arms, kissing him softly against the temple.
“Don’t be ridiculous, that was by far the best blowjob I have ever received,” he reassured. Michael blushed at that, thinking “blowjob” an awfully dirty sounding word for something so wonderful and fulfilling. He wriggled out of Lincoln’s embrace to wrap his arms over his brother’s broad shoulders, pressing a firm kiss against his lips.
The two boys explored the caverns of each other’s mouths with probing tongues as Michael automatically humped his stiff organ between their stomachs. Soon Lincoln could bear it no longer and sought to return his younger brother’s favor. He flipped the boy onto his back again, yanking his T-shirt up to his chest and unbuckling the belt with a satisfying clank of metal. He quickly unzipped the fly and reached in like it was his birthday instead, and Michael’s rigid penis was his present.
“Linc, oh god Linc,” Michael bit out, realizing that he was already so close. Never having experienced another person’s touch made every breath, every light graze explode onto his nerves and knowing that it was Lincoln down there licking the precum off his drooling slit only multiplied the pleasure a thousand-fold.
Lincoln heard the needy undercurrent of his little brother’s moans and decided to make it quick and hard and good. There were always seconds, after all. Upon this decision his slowly but steadily sank his lips down over the smaller penis until his chin was nestled on top of Michael’s soft ball sac. He maneuvered his hand over so he could cradle the warm orbs, rubbing them gently as he laved Michael’s dick with his tongue. Above him his younger brother squeaked with his fist in his mouth, frantically trying to muffle the animalistic noises that fought to escape. Lincoln growled around the organ in his mouth, wanting very much to hear Michael’s sweet gratification out loud and moved his hand back up to snatch the fist out from between his younger brother’s teeth that were viciously biting down into his knuckles. A half-sob lurched from his throat and as he abruptly shut his mouth again, Lincoln realized that his little brother was embarrassed by the noises he involuntarily created. In reaction the older boy quickly shoved his middle finger into Michael’s wet mouth and fucked them in and out, effectively stifling the ecstatic cries.
“Mmmph ah Lin--,” Michael moaned wantonly, thrusting his small hips up in search of embedding himself as deep inside his brother as he could. Lincoln swiftly pulled his finger out from between his brother’s reddened lips with a loud smack as Michael struggled to keep the digit inside his mouth.
“Linc I want it back, fill me up, god, I want you so bad,” he rambled, nearly unconscious of the words leaving his mouth. “Fill me up, I wanna be full of you, Linc I want your cock deep inside me!”
Almost blushing at the pornographic words spilling out of his little brother’s mouth, Lincoln resolved to not fuck his brother into the bed because really, the boy was just fifteen years old. As much as the older teenager wanted to bury his meat inside that sweet, writhing ass, he wanted Michael’s first sexual encounter to be smooth and full of aching pleasure, instead of the apprehension and pain that would surely come with him thrusting his admittedly large organ inside of Michael’s virgin asshole.
“God Michael don’t do this to me, don’t make me wanna fuck you right now,” Lincoln groaned, beyond aroused by the image that had been so forbidden in his mind until now, when the floodgates were crashing down around him. Instead, he forcefully shoved his finger back into Michael’s incoherent mouth, pumping it in quick strokes.
“Yeah, get it wet Mikey, you know where it’s going,” he ordered, popping the finger back out and moving it down to his little brother’s puckered entrance. He rubbed the spot forcefully and bolstered by Michael’s loud cry, quickly pushed inside in slow twists. Once he got past the first knuckle he opened his mouth wide and laved Michael’s warm ball sac with his tongue, sucking gently on the testicles while pumping his middle finger in little thrusts deeper and deeper inside Michael’s hot cavity.
“Ah, ah!!!” Michael shouted, ready to come before Lincoln had even gotten his finger all the way in. As the orgasm hit, his hips jerked off the bed and the first jet squirted out in an impressive lance, landing on Michael’s chin and neck. The older boy quickly clamped his mouth over the gushing penis and hungrily drank his brother’s essence down as his buried middle finger hit home.
“Nnnnngh!!!” The younger teenager grunted long and loudly through clenched teeth, preventing what would surely have been a window-rattling scream. His body stayed taut, riding out the waves of his orgasm before collapsing back down into the blankets. The boy’s breathing stayed erratic, gasping when Lincoln lurched up to lick the stray come off his brother’s face, twitching each time Lincoln’s withdrawing finger would brush against a sensitive spot.
“Shhh…,” Lincoln hushed the younger boy, placing his head on Michael’s soft belly and rubbing his hands soothingly over the boy’s waist. Eventually the hiccoughs subsided and Michael hazily pulled his big brother up to curl beside him.
The two boys gazed at each other, physically and emotionally sated for the first time in a long while. But soon their young exhausted bodies gave in and they readily turned themselves over to drowsiness.
“I love you…,” Michael mumbled. Lincoln only tightened his arms in response, but his little brother had never felt such contentment until this moment, wrapped up in his brother’s cocoon-like arms and safe from the world.
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Date: 2006-09-09 02:14 am (UTC)No need to apologize=)
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Date: 2006-09-09 06:14 am (UTC)I didn't even see this chapter!
Date: 2006-09-09 05:42 am (UTC)Too hott for anyone's good. Great job, the percect incest fic. Can't for 5.
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Date: 2006-09-09 06:16 am (UTC)Re: I didn't even see this chapter!
Date: 2006-09-10 07:57 pm (UTC)I write plenty of incestous stories and always end up getting a review or two that ask me to try to explain "Why this" or "Why that?". Gets annoying from time to time and I'm starting to run out of ways to explain it. Most if it's long b.s. but some buy it.
Just keep up the great work!
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Date: 2006-11-08 12:32 pm (UTC)I was just about to get onto the touchy-feely stuff when the bloody clock told me I have to go to work in ten minutes!! Grrrr!
I'll be back tomorrow to finish the chapter!!
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Date: 2006-11-09 12:30 pm (UTC)“Yeah, get it wet Mikey, you know where it’s going,”
Mmmmm, I loved that line!
Okay, another chapter tomorrow with any luck!!
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Date: 2006-11-10 10:54 am (UTC)*hugs*