Fic: Breathe Love (1.1/9)
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aeroport_artTitle: Breathe Love (1.1/9)
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: 1,321
Disclaimer: Prison Break is not mine, obviously. And I am not making any money from this, obviously.
Notes: I realize that the ordering in this fic is about to become really confusing but please just bear with me until I'm finished with Breathe Love. I promise eventually it will be up on prisonbreakfic.com in a normal multi-part format ^_^ In the meantime my mind doesn't work in a linear fashion so the scenes I come up with for this fic jump around chronologically; hence the weird decimal point chapter, lol. Anyway I still hope you enjoy the fic, if you have any questions just ask me. 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?
Prologue
Chapter 1
6 months later (April 1986)
Michael was alone in his old house, the rooms empty and devoid of noise or movement. In the kitchen the tile glowed mutedly and the fruit in the basket looked to be made of wax, the assorted darkness of the skins providing a gradient of shadowed blue. He looked outside the windows and could see nothing but darkness, then proceeded to go downstairs to sit on the sofa in the den. He was waiting for something and looked expectantly around the clear image of the room, painted in daubs of murky navy and pale cerulean.
Soon the thing he was waiting for seemed to arrive and Michael stood up from the couch. He looked in the direction of the entryway and a figure, dark and somber, compelled the young boy to walk over.
In the next instant Michael was back in his current apartment, lying down on the same sofa that had been brought over from their old house. He felt warm as his body sank into the squashy cushions and the same presence seemed to hover beside him. In a calming wash of lucid blues the body, seemingly male in its physical build, kneeled beside the boy and slowly whispered unintelligible words that made Michael’s muscles relax and his mind feel soothed. As the hushed murmurs rumbled into Michael’s ear, for once the binding structures of lines and grids unraveled from the boy’s mind as everything and all faded to a quiet blur. The boy next to him then leaned over and with a kiss like butterfly wings, ghosted his lips over the Michael’s forehead. The familiar feeling pressed down on him in a comfortable heaviness and the young boy snaked his arms around the neck of the form above him. He felt the body move onto the couch over his and slowly lower as gravity pulled him towards Michael, covering the thin body with a protective shield. As the boy on top of him breathed warmly against Michael’s neck, Michael felt a curious excitement grow in his belly and he arched up, wanting to feel more of that tender embrace. His arms tightened around the figure and pulled him down, squirming against the heavy boy blanketed over him.
As Michael felt a crescendo of aching want crash through his frame, the strong figure finally spoke.
“Michael, Michael,” it groaned with a familiar yet elusive timbre and the younger boy responded with a surprised cry as he felt something inside him explode and spill wet heat across his groin. He sighed and languished in the aftermath of the release, inhaling the scent of soap from soft skin of the boy’s neck. He contentedly trailed his hands down the strong, solid back until suddenly, the weight on him pulled away and vanished. Michael’s hands fell uselessly onto his own stomach and sat up, feeling bereft.
Michael sleepily opened his eyes and found himself alone in their queen-sized bed. Although the lit clock told him that it was still about a half hour too early, he supposed that Lincoln had gotten up to leave for work. Rolling onto his side he nuzzled his brother’s pillow, feeling the warmth that still lingered there and beneath the sheets. The movement caused the front of his pants to slide across his groin and the boy realized with a start that there was an uncomfortable wetness that plastered the cloth to his skin. He reached his hands into his briefs to separate the fabric from his skin and grimaced as the liquid cooled from the air. Finally the boy reluctantly got out of bed, grabbed a couple tissues out of the box on their desk and wiped the sticky mess away, tossing the crumpled sheets into the trash. Then without another thought he climbed back into bed and went back to sleep.
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Lincoln sat on the covered toilet in the bathroom and rested his head in his hands, firmly rubbing them back and forth over his eyes as he tried to banish the image of his little brother away.
Around 1:30 AM the eleven-year old had started to move in his sleep, rolling onto his stomach and then his side, inching towards Lincoln and placing his small hands on the older boy who was facing away from the boy but slowly being stirred awake by the shifting of the bed. At first the older brother had thought that Michael was awake as the small boy hugged him from behind and let out a whimper but when he turned around, he realized the boy was still asleep with his eyes closed and moving back and forth behind his eyelids in REM. So Lincoln stilled and let the boy hold onto him as he tried to fall back asleep but then the groans began. Michael sneaked closer and closer as if drawn to the warmth like a moth to a flame until his small body was flush against the older brother’s, and he rubbed his brother’s back beneath his shirt in electrifying brushes of skin to skin contact.
Lincoln realized with unbridled dismay that the ministrations of the boy were eliciting feelings, physical reactions from him. My little brother is making me hard, he finally realized, shocked at the harsh truth and desperately hoping that it was only the proximity of another warm body that was turning him on and not because it was Michael’s warm body that achingly twined into his. He stilled, frozen in fear of being discovered and let the younger boy do what he pleased with the larger boy’s body. Michael burrowed beneath his older brother and Lincoln went along, letting the boy loop his thin arms around his neck and pulling the his brother’s weight on top of him.
Fuck fuck fuck, Lincoln swore repeatedly as he felt the beginnings of Michael’s small erection press against his own through their thin underwear. He attempted to gently disentangle himself in an effort to flee but the little boy clung on with marsupial-like fingers.
As the younger brother instinctively pushed their hips together Lincoln stifled a cry with his fist in his hand. He needed to leave, he had to get out from in between his bother’s legs but the acute fear of being found in such a twisted situation prevented him from a hasty flight. Even worse was that fact that it was Lincoln bearing his weight down onto his Michael’s; the worst possible thing that could happen to him was for his little brother to think that Lincoln had been the one to initiate the touching. And so he stayed, his teeth marking deep indentations in between his knuckles as his little brother deliciously ground their erections together. Finally after what felt like an eternity, Michael jerked one last time and moaned contentedly in release. Lincoln nearly came himself as he felt Michael’s warmth seep through his underwear and his own boxers, warm and damp against his straining cock. Unable to stay any longer lest his brain combust with conflicting forces of self-disgust and intense desire, he pulled away from his brother’s loosened embrace and promptly locked himself in the bathroom, where he was currently focusing on anything but his brother’s wanton actions.
Nothing worked. Dead roadkill, his grandparents and their old-person smells, math equations; nothing Lincoln conjured in his mind could reduce his arousal. Finally accepting the fact that he had a monster boner that wasn’t going away anytime soon, he reluctantly fished his cock out of his boxers and gripped the rock-hard organ. Using the vast amounts of dribbling precum as lubricant, he pumped his fist barely three times before coming in sweet liberation. As he used the toilet paper to wipe the gooey fluids off his softening penis and right hand, he tried to ignore the sickening fact that the last image he saw before shooting his load was that of his eleven-year old brother.
Back | Next
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Pairing: Michael/Lincoln
Author:
aeroport_artRating: NC-17
Spoilers: Up to 2.03 but mild AU throughout
Word Count: 1,321
Disclaimer: Prison Break is not mine, obviously. And I am not making any money from this, obviously.
Notes: I realize that the ordering in this fic is about to become really confusing but please just bear with me until I'm finished with Breathe Love. I promise eventually it will be up on prisonbreakfic.com in a normal multi-part format ^_^ In the meantime my mind doesn't work in a linear fashion so the scenes I come up with for this fic jump around chronologically; hence the weird decimal point chapter, lol. Anyway I still hope you enjoy the fic, if you have any questions just ask me. 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?
Prologue
Chapter 1
6 months later (April 1986)
Michael was alone in his old house, the rooms empty and devoid of noise or movement. In the kitchen the tile glowed mutedly and the fruit in the basket looked to be made of wax, the assorted darkness of the skins providing a gradient of shadowed blue. He looked outside the windows and could see nothing but darkness, then proceeded to go downstairs to sit on the sofa in the den. He was waiting for something and looked expectantly around the clear image of the room, painted in daubs of murky navy and pale cerulean.
Soon the thing he was waiting for seemed to arrive and Michael stood up from the couch. He looked in the direction of the entryway and a figure, dark and somber, compelled the young boy to walk over.
In the next instant Michael was back in his current apartment, lying down on the same sofa that had been brought over from their old house. He felt warm as his body sank into the squashy cushions and the same presence seemed to hover beside him. In a calming wash of lucid blues the body, seemingly male in its physical build, kneeled beside the boy and slowly whispered unintelligible words that made Michael’s muscles relax and his mind feel soothed. As the hushed murmurs rumbled into Michael’s ear, for once the binding structures of lines and grids unraveled from the boy’s mind as everything and all faded to a quiet blur. The boy next to him then leaned over and with a kiss like butterfly wings, ghosted his lips over the Michael’s forehead. The familiar feeling pressed down on him in a comfortable heaviness and the young boy snaked his arms around the neck of the form above him. He felt the body move onto the couch over his and slowly lower as gravity pulled him towards Michael, covering the thin body with a protective shield. As the boy on top of him breathed warmly against Michael’s neck, Michael felt a curious excitement grow in his belly and he arched up, wanting to feel more of that tender embrace. His arms tightened around the figure and pulled him down, squirming against the heavy boy blanketed over him.
As Michael felt a crescendo of aching want crash through his frame, the strong figure finally spoke.
“Michael, Michael,” it groaned with a familiar yet elusive timbre and the younger boy responded with a surprised cry as he felt something inside him explode and spill wet heat across his groin. He sighed and languished in the aftermath of the release, inhaling the scent of soap from soft skin of the boy’s neck. He contentedly trailed his hands down the strong, solid back until suddenly, the weight on him pulled away and vanished. Michael’s hands fell uselessly onto his own stomach and sat up, feeling bereft.
Michael sleepily opened his eyes and found himself alone in their queen-sized bed. Although the lit clock told him that it was still about a half hour too early, he supposed that Lincoln had gotten up to leave for work. Rolling onto his side he nuzzled his brother’s pillow, feeling the warmth that still lingered there and beneath the sheets. The movement caused the front of his pants to slide across his groin and the boy realized with a start that there was an uncomfortable wetness that plastered the cloth to his skin. He reached his hands into his briefs to separate the fabric from his skin and grimaced as the liquid cooled from the air. Finally the boy reluctantly got out of bed, grabbed a couple tissues out of the box on their desk and wiped the sticky mess away, tossing the crumpled sheets into the trash. Then without another thought he climbed back into bed and went back to sleep.
-----
Lincoln sat on the covered toilet in the bathroom and rested his head in his hands, firmly rubbing them back and forth over his eyes as he tried to banish the image of his little brother away.
Around 1:30 AM the eleven-year old had started to move in his sleep, rolling onto his stomach and then his side, inching towards Lincoln and placing his small hands on the older boy who was facing away from the boy but slowly being stirred awake by the shifting of the bed. At first the older brother had thought that Michael was awake as the small boy hugged him from behind and let out a whimper but when he turned around, he realized the boy was still asleep with his eyes closed and moving back and forth behind his eyelids in REM. So Lincoln stilled and let the boy hold onto him as he tried to fall back asleep but then the groans began. Michael sneaked closer and closer as if drawn to the warmth like a moth to a flame until his small body was flush against the older brother’s, and he rubbed his brother’s back beneath his shirt in electrifying brushes of skin to skin contact.
Lincoln realized with unbridled dismay that the ministrations of the boy were eliciting feelings, physical reactions from him. My little brother is making me hard, he finally realized, shocked at the harsh truth and desperately hoping that it was only the proximity of another warm body that was turning him on and not because it was Michael’s warm body that achingly twined into his. He stilled, frozen in fear of being discovered and let the younger boy do what he pleased with the larger boy’s body. Michael burrowed beneath his older brother and Lincoln went along, letting the boy loop his thin arms around his neck and pulling the his brother’s weight on top of him.
Fuck fuck fuck, Lincoln swore repeatedly as he felt the beginnings of Michael’s small erection press against his own through their thin underwear. He attempted to gently disentangle himself in an effort to flee but the little boy clung on with marsupial-like fingers.
As the younger brother instinctively pushed their hips together Lincoln stifled a cry with his fist in his hand. He needed to leave, he had to get out from in between his bother’s legs but the acute fear of being found in such a twisted situation prevented him from a hasty flight. Even worse was that fact that it was Lincoln bearing his weight down onto his Michael’s; the worst possible thing that could happen to him was for his little brother to think that Lincoln had been the one to initiate the touching. And so he stayed, his teeth marking deep indentations in between his knuckles as his little brother deliciously ground their erections together. Finally after what felt like an eternity, Michael jerked one last time and moaned contentedly in release. Lincoln nearly came himself as he felt Michael’s warmth seep through his underwear and his own boxers, warm and damp against his straining cock. Unable to stay any longer lest his brain combust with conflicting forces of self-disgust and intense desire, he pulled away from his brother’s loosened embrace and promptly locked himself in the bathroom, where he was currently focusing on anything but his brother’s wanton actions.
Nothing worked. Dead roadkill, his grandparents and their old-person smells, math equations; nothing Lincoln conjured in his mind could reduce his arousal. Finally accepting the fact that he had a monster boner that wasn’t going away anytime soon, he reluctantly fished his cock out of his boxers and gripped the rock-hard organ. Using the vast amounts of dribbling precum as lubricant, he pumped his fist barely three times before coming in sweet liberation. As he used the toilet paper to wipe the gooey fluids off his softening penis and right hand, he tried to ignore the sickening fact that the last image he saw before shooting his load was that of his eleven-year old brother.
Back | Next
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
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Date: 2006-09-13 11:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-24 10:20 am (UTC)This sentence is colossal. It blew me away.
Your writing gets really really good when describing the sensual. Especially the italicized part of this physical encounter was particularly well-done, the feelings very vividly fleshed out. I thought this part was written much better than the previous two. Upward trend of improvement! Also the scene is very tender. Keep an eye on sentence that are too convoluted.