Fic: Breathe Love (4.1/9)
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aeroport_artTitle: Breathe Love (4.1/9)
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: 4,424
Disclaimer: Prison Break is not mine, obviously. And I am not making any money from this, obviously.
Notes: My last offering before 10 days of vacation is full of fluffy smut with a dash of jealousy for good measure >_< Also, I started archiving Breathe Love on prisonbreakfic.com so if you'd rather read it there, sans wonky decimal point chapters, you can find it under the same screen name. Hope you all enjoy the chapter and in this case especially, feedback = love! Pretty please?
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 1.1
Chapter 1.2
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
18 months later (March 1990)
Ever since Lincoln had accepted the fact that he was in love with his little brother and that Michael loved him back, life had acquired a wonderful sense of peace and regularity. Not that things were easy, by any chance; he still had to work grueling hours to pay rent and bills and although Michael was incredibly mature for his age, he was still just a sixteen year old teenager capable of irritability and the occasional rebellion (for a genius, he hated doing his history homework an awful lot). By the time a year and a half had passed, Lincoln fancied the two of them an old married couple, surviving each day with hard work and each night with hot, cathartic fucking. Well, “fucking” as in blowjobs, fingering, rimming; anything that didn’t involve Lincoln’s cock pounding into Michael’s jailbait ass. No matter how sweetly or desperately or angrily the younger brother would beg, Lincoln vowed to keep his dick out until the boy was at least eighteen years old. Call it a warped sense of ethics, but it was Lincoln’s personal choice not to fuck his little brother until they were both adults.
On a Tuesday evening Lincoln sat at the desk of their bedroom, running over the month’s bills and comparing it with his last bank statement in attempts of balancing the two.
Did I really spend that much at the shop? he wondered, grimacing as he recalled the deep dish black rims he’d splurged on two weeks ago. It always sounded so much cheaper when it was “taken outta his paycheck” (as Craig always put it), along with the discount he got on all bodywork, but in the end $600 was still $600. Still, they made his beloved Mustang look pretty wicked, he thought with relish.
Lincoln quickly wrote out the utility and rent checks, sealed them in the included envelopes and stuck the stamps over the “Place postage here” squares. As he leaned down to throw the original envelopes away, a bright yellow flash caught his eye. Pulling out the wire trash can a bit, the twenty-year old fished the crumpled ball out and unfurled it, smoothing down the edges as he scanned the typed message on it.
It was a sort of letter or flyer from Morton East High, addressed to the “Guardian of Michael Scofield”. He scanned down and read that it was an invitation to something called “Back to School Night” where all the teachers would be available to meet with the parents along with the children and discuss their academic progress. He quickly checked the date of the event and was relieved to find that it hadn’t passed yet, scheduled for tomorrow evening instead. Finding the affair compelling, Lincoln was slightly irked that Michael had thrown this away before showing it to his brother (it was even addressed to him!), so he pushed his chair back and made to confront the teenager who was currently watching television in the living room.
But as he neared the doorway with the bright, wrinkled paper held in his hand, he decided otherwise. Michael had thrown the letter away for a reason and it was likely that he would not come to the school with him willingly. And so he folded the sheet in quarters, slipped it into his pocket, and cheerfully anticipated ambushing the boy tomorrow night.
6:00 PM, Wednesday
Lincoln got home after another long day at work, stretching his tense muscles as he walked into his apartment. Feeling the nasty kink in his upper back that had been plaguing him (he had been stuck under a car for almost three hours straight that day) he pounded at it with a fist and scowled as the knotted ligaments refused to budge. As he passed the living room on the way to getting a fresh change of clothes, Michael called out.
“Fun at work?”
“Very funny.”
“Just asking,” he replied with a laugh. The boy then hopped off the couch and rushed over to his older brother and placed his hands over the broad shoulders, kneading as roughly as he could. Lincoln groaned aloud, enjoying the feeling of Michael’s strong fingers working his muscles to a relaxed state and delighting in the way the massage trailed lower and lower, rubbing hard between his shoulder blades, slipping down along his spine, and finally down to his lower back where Michael balled his hands into fists and worked the muscles forcefully with his knuckles. After a minute or so of that the younger boy slowly inched lower until his splayed fingers were cupped and kneading Lincoln’s ass.
“Mmmm… I don’t think I really need any massaging there, Mikey,” the older brother hummed amusedly.
“You sure?” the younger brother leaned up to whisper seductively against Lincoln’s ear. Laughing, Lincoln pulled away to turn around and held Michael’s face in his large hands, crooking his neck down to plant an appreciative kiss on his brother’s soft lips.
“Yeah, not right now kiddo. I’m taking you out tonight so go get dressed!” the older brother informed him with a smart smack on Michael’s bum. The younger boy’s eyes lit up with excitement and Lincoln almost felt bad for deceiving him. Almost, but remembering that Michael had lied first, not quite.
The older brother stepped into the shower for a quick scrub-down, washing the scent of oil and grease off his body as best he could. Truth be told, he was a little nervous about meeting all of Michael’s teachers; smart adults who were probably expecting a guardian older than his twenty year old self, especially one who didn’t stink of auto parts and lube. He paled as he wondered if they would be able to detect something more between the two brothers; they had been fooling around for the past year or two and it was inevitable that some of their sexual attraction would be noticeable, wouldn’t it? He vowed to himself to keep his hands off his brother’s cute butt during the course of the evening as he roughly rinsed the shampoo out of his hair.
Getting out of the shower, Lincoln hurriedly toweled his hair and then stepped into the bedroom with the slate grey town slung low on his hips. His little brother who was waiting for him on the bed sat up abruptly as he noticed his Lincoln’s entry and nearly drooled on himself, eyeing the sexy indents of his brother’s hips that led tantalizingly down below the cuff of the towel. Lincoln smiled with pleasure at the obvious delight Michael was taking in admiring his body and indulgingly bent over at the chest of drawers, letting the towel slip off from the movement. He heard a strangled noise coming from the bed and laughingly pulled out a pair of narrow indigo jeans (unfortunately faded to a beat-up grey on the knees and along the seams) along with his nice black button-down short sleeve that had a slight sheen when viewed at certain angles. He turned around to face his excited sibling, letting the boy’s eyes hungrily rove over the smooth muscled body to rest on his half-hard cock that slightly protruded from the nest of dark curls.
“Oh god Lincoln, please tell me you’re not going to be a tease tonight,” the younger brother breathed, slowly rubbing himself through his jeans.
Lincoln smiled wickedly and pulled on his boxer shorts, then deftly pulled his dark jeans on.
“I hate you.”
“C’mon Mikey, we have a date to make,” the older brother called out loftily as he buttoned the shirt together, leaving the top two open for circulation. The younger brother grumbled, disappointed by his brother’s stinginess but nonetheless happy to be going out and seen with such a hot, hot man.
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“Wait, Linc, where exactly are we going tonight?” Michael asked nervously, recognizing the path they were taking as the one he traveled everyday to school and back. Finally deciding to properly inform his naughty younger brother, Lincoln told him.
“Back to School Night, smartass. You thought you could get away with not telling me about this?”
Michael stilled, angry that Lincoln had lied and that they weren’t really going out for dinner, but then guiltily countered himself with the thought that he had been the one to keep his brother in the dark first. As the front façade of Morton East High School loomed nearer, Michael blanched as the dreaded encounter between school and his home life were about to be realized. Trying to make one last stab at it, Michael turned to face his brother in the car.
“No no, please Linc, please let’s not go in. I’m doing fine in school, you don’t have to worry about me,” he pleaded.
“Nope, we’re going in kiddo. I want to see what you’ve been up to all these days, maybe meet some friends of yours?” he asked hopefully. Watching his brother freeze up he went back to the long holding assumption that there weren’t many acquaintances he’d have to meet.
Michael twisted the bottom of his polo in his hands, imagining the train wreck that was sure to ensue. The older brother had to practically drag him out of the car, firmly placing his hand behind the boy’s neck and prompting him to show where his first period class was.
Finally the younger boy relented, showing the way to his first class feeling odd at the familiarity of the morning walk in contrast to the warm evening air and darkening skies. Looking in apprehension at the crowd of adults and other sophomore classmates gathered around Room 313, Michael slumped into his English class, wishing the brother was still holding on to him but seeing that the older boy had let go and returned his hands to an appropriate place. Nervously glancing at a small group of girls in the corner, Michael sought out his teacher as quickly as possible so that they could have their little chat and get the hell out of here.
Unfortunately, Mrs. Anderson was pre-occupied with the young parents of another student. Even worse, the four or five girls he was trying to hide from had spied Michael and were quickly weaving their way over to him.
“Mike, hey Mike! I thought you said you weren’t coming!,” one of the tall, thin girls exuberantly called out to him. The teenaged boy tried to feign deafness but the other three girls had caught up with him and had encircled the panicked boy.
Lincoln watched the friendly students easily interacting with Michael and he stared in astonishment. The older brother had always been under the impression that Michael was the quiet genius-boy who had no friends at school (how else would he explain the utter lack of social life?), but here was irrefutable proof that this assumption was entirely incorrect. Four attractive young ladies were currently chatting it up with his younger brother, giggling and glancing askance at Lincoln with appreciative looks.
The younger boy groaned inwardly. This is exactly what he didn’t want to happen yet here it was; the groupies that he had to tolerate at school were attacking him now at night too and even worse, his brother was with him.
Sometime during his freshman year, Michael had gained the notoriety and popularity of being the single-most intelligent kid in their year who was coincidentally modest, hot, and intensely mysterious with his bright blue yet brooding eyes. Of course he didn’t know any of this; as far as Michael could tell in middle school he was left peacefully alone but in high school, suddenly all the bimbos and jocks wanted to be his friend. Probably to leech homework off him or whatever. He had succeeded in placating them by sitting among the teenagers during lunch or class while tuning them out and making excuses for any after school hangouts and parties (by this time Michael was allegedly involved in several community services and baby-sitting for the neighbors nearly every weekend).
Michael knew, he just knew that if he ever slipped up, if he ever let the clinging students loose in unbidden territory, that they would never leave him alone. The girls had asked and prodded about Michael’s home life and eventually he had been forced to divulge that he had a twenty-year old mechanic for an older brother and that the two of them were living alone together in an apartment. The girls (and even the guys) had found this very independent and cool and they had been on him ever since about inviting them over or meeting Lincoln. After all as far as the girls were concerned, if the brother was anywhere near as gorgeous as Michael and even a smidgen more outgoing, they would have themselves a very lucrative bachelor. And so here it was, the secret he had been keeping from them for the past year, presented in all his sexily-dressed and tousled-hair glory. Fuck.
“So, are you going to introduce us?” Jessica prompted.
“…guys, this is my older brother Lincoln,” he mumbled, bracing himself for the barrage of questions and small talk sure to come. The girls all held their hands out and Lincoln obligingly shook them one by one as they parroted their names aloud.
The older brother surveyed the hilarious scene, far beyond laughter as he studied his miserable baby brother standing out like a black hole in the pit of bleach-blonde, stacked sophomore girls.
“Nice to meet you girls,” Lincoln said and found himself pleased with the way they all sighed. It was always flattering to have a group of attractive women hanging onto your every word, no matter how irrelevant and misplaced their flirting was.
“Mike, you never mentioned how hot your brother was,” the one name Amanda purred as she looked the older boy up and down. Michael’s chest clenched in anger, wanting those leering eyes off his lover, now.
“Hey now, you realize I’m much too old for you, don’t you?” Lincoln baited the girls as they hastily argued against that. He looked at Michael out of the corner of his eyes and was overcome with how unbelievingly adorable his brother looked at that moment, wallowing in thinly-veiled jealousy as he edged himself in front of Lincoln as a physical barrier from their chummy hands.
Michael wrinkled his nose in disgust as the teenagers blatantly sought to use every weapon they had to appear more mature than they really were; they rattled off college plans or future careers as well as boasting about being cheerleaders and student body officers, unaware of the fact that Lincoln could really care less. The older boy was simply chuckling at the silliness of the situation and admittedly enjoying the ravenous attention but when he noticed Michael’s fists slowly clenching, he finally decided to relieve his baby brother from the torture he was undoubtedly in the throes of.
“Well girls, it was wonderful to finally meet some friends of Michael’s but I have to speak with your teacher for a little bit; it’s why I’m here after all,” he graciously excused himself as one girl quickly blurted, “I have class with Mike fourth period too!”. Lincoln could barely contain his laughter as he walked away, followed by his fuming little brother. The chattering voices of the girls could faintly be heard over the light din of the classroom.
“Oh my god, he called Mike “Michael,” that is so hot!”
“God, now that we know what Lincoln looks like we are so going over there to study sometime. Those jeans… so GQ…”
“I don’t know about you guys but I was checking out that ass,” one girl enthusiastically added as Michael jerked, now fully pissed off at the shameless, preying girls. The boy was busying himself by imagining all sorts of sordid, intricate revenge plans he could administer at school the next day when Lincoln lightly touched his younger brother on the back and broke the haze of frustration surrounding him.
“Mikey, come on. Stop worrying about it,” he quietly urged.
“You didn’t have to look like you were enjoying it so much,” he snapped back.
“It’s called being polite, kiddo,” Lincoln replied before finally capturing the attention of the short, jovial teacher who meandered over towards the two.
Lincoln self-consciously released his hand from Michael’s back and introduced himself as Michael’s brother and guardian. Although surprised at the boy who presented himself and shook her hand with the firm grip of a grown man, Mrs. Anderson proceeded to speak to him as an adult and informed the older brother of Michael’s unrivaled success in the second year English program, turning away only to face Michael and urge him directly to sign up for English Honors for his junior year.
They chatted for a little bit longer until the school bell rang; the school’s way of signaling a change in classrooms. Michael and Lincoln walked together to his second period Algebra Honors class and enjoyed a relatively uneventful 20 mins there, as most of the giddy girls and idiot guys were weeded out of the advanced classes. Lincoln listened with fierce pride as the teacher regaled Michael’s mathematical feats and the younger boy listened, practically preening at the volley of praise.
By the time the two had shuffled through Chemistry Honors and Social Studies (intense accolades in both classes but a push for more enthusiasm in the latter), Lincoln was nearly glowing in the dark at how proud he was about Michael’s academic prowess. He had always known that Michael was a certified genius but had never really seen the fact used in practical application. But now due to “Back to School Night” the appreciation of his baby brother’s big brain had skyrocketed. While feeling a tinge of insecurity trail after him throughout the evening from seeing up close the huge disparity between the two brothers’ academics, Lincoln nevertheless was incredibly content at that moment.
Michael’s fifth period class was French and the short period was again spent with Lincoln chatting with Michael’s classmates as the boy watched on with poisonous eyes. In this case even one of the guys was enraptured; a lanky boy on the soccer team nearly as tall as Lincoln avidly discussed with the older mechanic the merits and shortcomings of European over Japanese cars. The younger brother uneasily looked up at his brother’s face as they chatted animatedly, acknowledging that the boy Adam could pose much more of a threat than any of the simpering girls who were attempting to follow the conversation. Finally Michael couldn’t take it anymore and he physically pulled his brother away, loudly calling out for Mme Laurie.
“Ah, so this is le frère de Michel!” a thin woman with thick glasses exclaimed. Lincoln looked at his younger brother and wondered why they were calling him “Michelle,” then chalked it up to the crazy French and their gender-bending ways (not that he could particularly complain considering he was in love with a boy himself). She quickly informed Lincoln about Michael’s advanced grasp of the French language in writing and vocabulary, but then slightly admonished the lack of participation in the class.
“I would love to see a little bit more speaking up, non? He is so silent in class!” she lightly admonished.
“Really,” Lincoln started. “That’s strange, Michael is very... vocal… at home.”
The younger brother turned a bright crimson as he noted the double entendre in Lincoln’s comment and the older boy himself seemed to mentally kick himself in the head.
God… what the hell, am I completely incapable of behaving myself when it comes to Michael? the older brother berated himself. However he smoothly continued speaking with her, promising to encourage the younger brother to volunteer more in class.
Mme Laurie quickly finished up their meeting in order to speak with another set of parents who had their pouting sophomore sandwiched in between them.
“Well, we’ve got about ten minutes before the next class, did you want to get some air?” Lincoln asked Michael, steering the two of them outside the overly warm classroom.
Michael relaxed under his brother’s comforting hand on his shoulder, needing the contact to calm him from this harrowing night full of entourages of flirty girls (and guys) hitting on his brother. His brother, he tetchily emphasized in his head. The sixteen year-old boy thought about Lincoln and how he had effortlessly handled the evening, finding himself captivated despite himself at the utter ease with which his older brother had interacted with everyone as he shook hands, made small talk, or discussed school matters. Michael suddenly squirmed in embarrassment as he noticed that during his dreamy musing he had popped a boner thinking about how Lincoln had often run his hand through his hair when he was listening to another person speak.
“Hey, you alright there?” the older brother asked, detecting Michael’s uneasiness. He knew that the boy was not having a good time and felt guilty for tricking him to come out, although he was certainly finding the teachers’ feedback incredibly informative.
“Yeah, yeah it’s nothing,” Michael replied nervously, grateful that his regular jeans were in the wash and that he had settled for the baggier pair that evening. He self-consciously pulled his striped polo down as the boys strolled in the cool spring atmosphere.
As the younger boy tugged on his shirt, it became clear at what was happening. Michael was only sixteen after all, the ideal age for unexpected erections popping out from nowhere; he certainly remembered his own ordeals at that age. The thought sent a shiver through him, gazing with longing at his younger brother who had been so fucking cute the entire night what with his overprotective gestures and grumpiness at the brazen teenagers. Casting a cursory look around first to make sure there were no bystanders, Lincoln quickly ducked his head down and softly kissed his brother on the mouth.
He moaned as their mouths parted with a wet sound. “Linc, what are you doing? I’m at school!”
Lincoln licked his lips and went in for another kiss, allowing his earlier vow to act properly fly out the window. After all, there’s no harm if nobody gets caught right?
The older boy let his tongue snake out, entering Michael’s warm cavity and was met with an enthusiastic tongue massaging back. They kissed hungrily, tired of having to keep their hands off each other’s bodies for the past couple hours. Lincoln crushed the smaller boy into his chest and the only audible sound was Michael’s squeak and the slick noises coming from their dueling mouths as they playfully explored the sensitive territory, nipping at each others lips and interchanging soft, chaste kisses with deep thrusts of tongue. Finally the two boys were both hard and they could feel each others erections through their jeans, automatically bearing down hard against their arousal.
“Mmm… Michael,” Lincoln gasped as he pulled away for a moment. His little brother chased him with another kiss and the older boy mumbled through the contact, “Is there a-mmm… bathroom around somewhere?”
Michael finally stopped smothering Lincoln’s face with wet presses and looked up excitedly.
“Yeah, c’mon let’s go. There’s no way I can go to the next class this turned on, I would probably just jump you,” the younger boy said, grabbing Lincoln’s hand and quickly making for the closest boy’s bathroom. He looked to make sure that nobody saw them go in together, thankful that his next class was so far off in the boonies, located in the new annex that had just been built.
Once inside the dimly lit but clean bathroom, Lincoln shoved his brother up against the tile and devoured the pliant mouth beneath his, pushing his tongue down as deep as he could. The boys wrestled, each trying to obtain dominance with their mouths and bodies. While the brother was being roughly pinned down by the wrists held over his head, he leaned up and purred into Lincoln’s ears, “How about you let me ride you?”. The bigger boy groaned with arousal at the dirty words coming from the owner of such an innocent face and relented, letting himself be cornered into one of the stalls.
Lincoln was forcibly made to sit on the covered toilet where Michael sank down between his brother’s strong legs and unbuckled the belt that was in the way of his destination. Tugging the button open and jerking the zipper down, the boy tenaciously freed his brother’s cock by yanking down on the layers of jeans and boxers until they were halfway down muscled thighs. Lincoln gasped as the cold air hit his heated flesh but Michael quickly warmed it back up by swallowing it to the root. Always the enthusiastic giver of fellatio, Michael happily hummed around the meat as he hastily undid his own pants, pushing everything down and pulling off the constricting clothes. The boy then hopped up onto Lincoln’s lap, wrapped his legs awkwardly around Lincoln’s waist and held him close, their straining cocks sandwiched between their stomachs. For the next five minutes all that could be heard was the jangling of Lincoln’s undone belt as the two frantically humped each other’s spit-slicked skin, the sound of slapping flesh as Lincoln frantically fisted their two cocks together, and the obscenely wet noises emitted from the boys’ fused mouths in their frenzy of deep-throating each other with their tongues.
Soon, too soon, it was all over. The boys clung to each other, Lincoln jerking their sensitized pricks in firm strokes, as gushing come fled from Michael’s smaller prick and coated Lincoln’s moving hand. Using the warm, gooey fluid as lubricant, the older brother felt the heady slide of hot, wet contact and spasmed, depositing his own streaking load to the mess in their laps.
They heard the signal bell ring and realized that their quickie had lasted less than ten, earth-shatteringly hot minutes. Michael smiled like the cat that got the cream and Lincoln could only laugh at his baby brother’s reaction as he bent over the both of them to roll up a wad of toilet paper and cleaned the cooling sperm off their laps. Tossing the come-laden tissue into the toilet and flushing, the boys steadily pulled their clothes back on, straightened any telling wrinkles, and exited the stall. They washed the dried come and spit off their hands and exchanged playful smiles before pushing the door open and nonchalantly strolling to Michael’s last class.
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Chapter 5
Pairing: Michael/Lincoln
Author:
aeroport_artRating: NC-17
Spoilers: Up to 2.03 but mild AU throughout
Word Count: 4,424
Disclaimer: Prison Break is not mine, obviously. And I am not making any money from this, obviously.
Notes: My last offering before 10 days of vacation is full of fluffy smut with a dash of jealousy for good measure >_< Also, I started archiving Breathe Love on prisonbreakfic.com so if you'd rather read it there, sans wonky decimal point chapters, you can find it under the same screen name. Hope you all enjoy the chapter and in this case especially, feedback = love! Pretty please?
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 1.1
Chapter 1.2
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
18 months later (March 1990)
Ever since Lincoln had accepted the fact that he was in love with his little brother and that Michael loved him back, life had acquired a wonderful sense of peace and regularity. Not that things were easy, by any chance; he still had to work grueling hours to pay rent and bills and although Michael was incredibly mature for his age, he was still just a sixteen year old teenager capable of irritability and the occasional rebellion (for a genius, he hated doing his history homework an awful lot). By the time a year and a half had passed, Lincoln fancied the two of them an old married couple, surviving each day with hard work and each night with hot, cathartic fucking. Well, “fucking” as in blowjobs, fingering, rimming; anything that didn’t involve Lincoln’s cock pounding into Michael’s jailbait ass. No matter how sweetly or desperately or angrily the younger brother would beg, Lincoln vowed to keep his dick out until the boy was at least eighteen years old. Call it a warped sense of ethics, but it was Lincoln’s personal choice not to fuck his little brother until they were both adults.
On a Tuesday evening Lincoln sat at the desk of their bedroom, running over the month’s bills and comparing it with his last bank statement in attempts of balancing the two.
Did I really spend that much at the shop? he wondered, grimacing as he recalled the deep dish black rims he’d splurged on two weeks ago. It always sounded so much cheaper when it was “taken outta his paycheck” (as Craig always put it), along with the discount he got on all bodywork, but in the end $600 was still $600. Still, they made his beloved Mustang look pretty wicked, he thought with relish.
Lincoln quickly wrote out the utility and rent checks, sealed them in the included envelopes and stuck the stamps over the “Place postage here” squares. As he leaned down to throw the original envelopes away, a bright yellow flash caught his eye. Pulling out the wire trash can a bit, the twenty-year old fished the crumpled ball out and unfurled it, smoothing down the edges as he scanned the typed message on it.
It was a sort of letter or flyer from Morton East High, addressed to the “Guardian of Michael Scofield”. He scanned down and read that it was an invitation to something called “Back to School Night” where all the teachers would be available to meet with the parents along with the children and discuss their academic progress. He quickly checked the date of the event and was relieved to find that it hadn’t passed yet, scheduled for tomorrow evening instead. Finding the affair compelling, Lincoln was slightly irked that Michael had thrown this away before showing it to his brother (it was even addressed to him!), so he pushed his chair back and made to confront the teenager who was currently watching television in the living room.
But as he neared the doorway with the bright, wrinkled paper held in his hand, he decided otherwise. Michael had thrown the letter away for a reason and it was likely that he would not come to the school with him willingly. And so he folded the sheet in quarters, slipped it into his pocket, and cheerfully anticipated ambushing the boy tomorrow night.
6:00 PM, Wednesday
Lincoln got home after another long day at work, stretching his tense muscles as he walked into his apartment. Feeling the nasty kink in his upper back that had been plaguing him (he had been stuck under a car for almost three hours straight that day) he pounded at it with a fist and scowled as the knotted ligaments refused to budge. As he passed the living room on the way to getting a fresh change of clothes, Michael called out.
“Fun at work?”
“Very funny.”
“Just asking,” he replied with a laugh. The boy then hopped off the couch and rushed over to his older brother and placed his hands over the broad shoulders, kneading as roughly as he could. Lincoln groaned aloud, enjoying the feeling of Michael’s strong fingers working his muscles to a relaxed state and delighting in the way the massage trailed lower and lower, rubbing hard between his shoulder blades, slipping down along his spine, and finally down to his lower back where Michael balled his hands into fists and worked the muscles forcefully with his knuckles. After a minute or so of that the younger boy slowly inched lower until his splayed fingers were cupped and kneading Lincoln’s ass.
“Mmmm… I don’t think I really need any massaging there, Mikey,” the older brother hummed amusedly.
“You sure?” the younger brother leaned up to whisper seductively against Lincoln’s ear. Laughing, Lincoln pulled away to turn around and held Michael’s face in his large hands, crooking his neck down to plant an appreciative kiss on his brother’s soft lips.
“Yeah, not right now kiddo. I’m taking you out tonight so go get dressed!” the older brother informed him with a smart smack on Michael’s bum. The younger boy’s eyes lit up with excitement and Lincoln almost felt bad for deceiving him. Almost, but remembering that Michael had lied first, not quite.
The older brother stepped into the shower for a quick scrub-down, washing the scent of oil and grease off his body as best he could. Truth be told, he was a little nervous about meeting all of Michael’s teachers; smart adults who were probably expecting a guardian older than his twenty year old self, especially one who didn’t stink of auto parts and lube. He paled as he wondered if they would be able to detect something more between the two brothers; they had been fooling around for the past year or two and it was inevitable that some of their sexual attraction would be noticeable, wouldn’t it? He vowed to himself to keep his hands off his brother’s cute butt during the course of the evening as he roughly rinsed the shampoo out of his hair.
Getting out of the shower, Lincoln hurriedly toweled his hair and then stepped into the bedroom with the slate grey town slung low on his hips. His little brother who was waiting for him on the bed sat up abruptly as he noticed his Lincoln’s entry and nearly drooled on himself, eyeing the sexy indents of his brother’s hips that led tantalizingly down below the cuff of the towel. Lincoln smiled with pleasure at the obvious delight Michael was taking in admiring his body and indulgingly bent over at the chest of drawers, letting the towel slip off from the movement. He heard a strangled noise coming from the bed and laughingly pulled out a pair of narrow indigo jeans (unfortunately faded to a beat-up grey on the knees and along the seams) along with his nice black button-down short sleeve that had a slight sheen when viewed at certain angles. He turned around to face his excited sibling, letting the boy’s eyes hungrily rove over the smooth muscled body to rest on his half-hard cock that slightly protruded from the nest of dark curls.
“Oh god Lincoln, please tell me you’re not going to be a tease tonight,” the younger brother breathed, slowly rubbing himself through his jeans.
Lincoln smiled wickedly and pulled on his boxer shorts, then deftly pulled his dark jeans on.
“I hate you.”
“C’mon Mikey, we have a date to make,” the older brother called out loftily as he buttoned the shirt together, leaving the top two open for circulation. The younger brother grumbled, disappointed by his brother’s stinginess but nonetheless happy to be going out and seen with such a hot, hot man.
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“Wait, Linc, where exactly are we going tonight?” Michael asked nervously, recognizing the path they were taking as the one he traveled everyday to school and back. Finally deciding to properly inform his naughty younger brother, Lincoln told him.
“Back to School Night, smartass. You thought you could get away with not telling me about this?”
Michael stilled, angry that Lincoln had lied and that they weren’t really going out for dinner, but then guiltily countered himself with the thought that he had been the one to keep his brother in the dark first. As the front façade of Morton East High School loomed nearer, Michael blanched as the dreaded encounter between school and his home life were about to be realized. Trying to make one last stab at it, Michael turned to face his brother in the car.
“No no, please Linc, please let’s not go in. I’m doing fine in school, you don’t have to worry about me,” he pleaded.
“Nope, we’re going in kiddo. I want to see what you’ve been up to all these days, maybe meet some friends of yours?” he asked hopefully. Watching his brother freeze up he went back to the long holding assumption that there weren’t many acquaintances he’d have to meet.
Michael twisted the bottom of his polo in his hands, imagining the train wreck that was sure to ensue. The older brother had to practically drag him out of the car, firmly placing his hand behind the boy’s neck and prompting him to show where his first period class was.
Finally the younger boy relented, showing the way to his first class feeling odd at the familiarity of the morning walk in contrast to the warm evening air and darkening skies. Looking in apprehension at the crowd of adults and other sophomore classmates gathered around Room 313, Michael slumped into his English class, wishing the brother was still holding on to him but seeing that the older boy had let go and returned his hands to an appropriate place. Nervously glancing at a small group of girls in the corner, Michael sought out his teacher as quickly as possible so that they could have their little chat and get the hell out of here.
Unfortunately, Mrs. Anderson was pre-occupied with the young parents of another student. Even worse, the four or five girls he was trying to hide from had spied Michael and were quickly weaving their way over to him.
“Mike, hey Mike! I thought you said you weren’t coming!,” one of the tall, thin girls exuberantly called out to him. The teenaged boy tried to feign deafness but the other three girls had caught up with him and had encircled the panicked boy.
Lincoln watched the friendly students easily interacting with Michael and he stared in astonishment. The older brother had always been under the impression that Michael was the quiet genius-boy who had no friends at school (how else would he explain the utter lack of social life?), but here was irrefutable proof that this assumption was entirely incorrect. Four attractive young ladies were currently chatting it up with his younger brother, giggling and glancing askance at Lincoln with appreciative looks.
The younger boy groaned inwardly. This is exactly what he didn’t want to happen yet here it was; the groupies that he had to tolerate at school were attacking him now at night too and even worse, his brother was with him.
Sometime during his freshman year, Michael had gained the notoriety and popularity of being the single-most intelligent kid in their year who was coincidentally modest, hot, and intensely mysterious with his bright blue yet brooding eyes. Of course he didn’t know any of this; as far as Michael could tell in middle school he was left peacefully alone but in high school, suddenly all the bimbos and jocks wanted to be his friend. Probably to leech homework off him or whatever. He had succeeded in placating them by sitting among the teenagers during lunch or class while tuning them out and making excuses for any after school hangouts and parties (by this time Michael was allegedly involved in several community services and baby-sitting for the neighbors nearly every weekend).
Michael knew, he just knew that if he ever slipped up, if he ever let the clinging students loose in unbidden territory, that they would never leave him alone. The girls had asked and prodded about Michael’s home life and eventually he had been forced to divulge that he had a twenty-year old mechanic for an older brother and that the two of them were living alone together in an apartment. The girls (and even the guys) had found this very independent and cool and they had been on him ever since about inviting them over or meeting Lincoln. After all as far as the girls were concerned, if the brother was anywhere near as gorgeous as Michael and even a smidgen more outgoing, they would have themselves a very lucrative bachelor. And so here it was, the secret he had been keeping from them for the past year, presented in all his sexily-dressed and tousled-hair glory. Fuck.
“So, are you going to introduce us?” Jessica prompted.
“…guys, this is my older brother Lincoln,” he mumbled, bracing himself for the barrage of questions and small talk sure to come. The girls all held their hands out and Lincoln obligingly shook them one by one as they parroted their names aloud.
The older brother surveyed the hilarious scene, far beyond laughter as he studied his miserable baby brother standing out like a black hole in the pit of bleach-blonde, stacked sophomore girls.
“Nice to meet you girls,” Lincoln said and found himself pleased with the way they all sighed. It was always flattering to have a group of attractive women hanging onto your every word, no matter how irrelevant and misplaced their flirting was.
“Mike, you never mentioned how hot your brother was,” the one name Amanda purred as she looked the older boy up and down. Michael’s chest clenched in anger, wanting those leering eyes off his lover, now.
“Hey now, you realize I’m much too old for you, don’t you?” Lincoln baited the girls as they hastily argued against that. He looked at Michael out of the corner of his eyes and was overcome with how unbelievingly adorable his brother looked at that moment, wallowing in thinly-veiled jealousy as he edged himself in front of Lincoln as a physical barrier from their chummy hands.
Michael wrinkled his nose in disgust as the teenagers blatantly sought to use every weapon they had to appear more mature than they really were; they rattled off college plans or future careers as well as boasting about being cheerleaders and student body officers, unaware of the fact that Lincoln could really care less. The older boy was simply chuckling at the silliness of the situation and admittedly enjoying the ravenous attention but when he noticed Michael’s fists slowly clenching, he finally decided to relieve his baby brother from the torture he was undoubtedly in the throes of.
“Well girls, it was wonderful to finally meet some friends of Michael’s but I have to speak with your teacher for a little bit; it’s why I’m here after all,” he graciously excused himself as one girl quickly blurted, “I have class with Mike fourth period too!”. Lincoln could barely contain his laughter as he walked away, followed by his fuming little brother. The chattering voices of the girls could faintly be heard over the light din of the classroom.
“Oh my god, he called Mike “Michael,” that is so hot!”
“God, now that we know what Lincoln looks like we are so going over there to study sometime. Those jeans… so GQ…”
“I don’t know about you guys but I was checking out that ass,” one girl enthusiastically added as Michael jerked, now fully pissed off at the shameless, preying girls. The boy was busying himself by imagining all sorts of sordid, intricate revenge plans he could administer at school the next day when Lincoln lightly touched his younger brother on the back and broke the haze of frustration surrounding him.
“Mikey, come on. Stop worrying about it,” he quietly urged.
“You didn’t have to look like you were enjoying it so much,” he snapped back.
“It’s called being polite, kiddo,” Lincoln replied before finally capturing the attention of the short, jovial teacher who meandered over towards the two.
Lincoln self-consciously released his hand from Michael’s back and introduced himself as Michael’s brother and guardian. Although surprised at the boy who presented himself and shook her hand with the firm grip of a grown man, Mrs. Anderson proceeded to speak to him as an adult and informed the older brother of Michael’s unrivaled success in the second year English program, turning away only to face Michael and urge him directly to sign up for English Honors for his junior year.
They chatted for a little bit longer until the school bell rang; the school’s way of signaling a change in classrooms. Michael and Lincoln walked together to his second period Algebra Honors class and enjoyed a relatively uneventful 20 mins there, as most of the giddy girls and idiot guys were weeded out of the advanced classes. Lincoln listened with fierce pride as the teacher regaled Michael’s mathematical feats and the younger boy listened, practically preening at the volley of praise.
By the time the two had shuffled through Chemistry Honors and Social Studies (intense accolades in both classes but a push for more enthusiasm in the latter), Lincoln was nearly glowing in the dark at how proud he was about Michael’s academic prowess. He had always known that Michael was a certified genius but had never really seen the fact used in practical application. But now due to “Back to School Night” the appreciation of his baby brother’s big brain had skyrocketed. While feeling a tinge of insecurity trail after him throughout the evening from seeing up close the huge disparity between the two brothers’ academics, Lincoln nevertheless was incredibly content at that moment.
Michael’s fifth period class was French and the short period was again spent with Lincoln chatting with Michael’s classmates as the boy watched on with poisonous eyes. In this case even one of the guys was enraptured; a lanky boy on the soccer team nearly as tall as Lincoln avidly discussed with the older mechanic the merits and shortcomings of European over Japanese cars. The younger brother uneasily looked up at his brother’s face as they chatted animatedly, acknowledging that the boy Adam could pose much more of a threat than any of the simpering girls who were attempting to follow the conversation. Finally Michael couldn’t take it anymore and he physically pulled his brother away, loudly calling out for Mme Laurie.
“Ah, so this is le frère de Michel!” a thin woman with thick glasses exclaimed. Lincoln looked at his younger brother and wondered why they were calling him “Michelle,” then chalked it up to the crazy French and their gender-bending ways (not that he could particularly complain considering he was in love with a boy himself). She quickly informed Lincoln about Michael’s advanced grasp of the French language in writing and vocabulary, but then slightly admonished the lack of participation in the class.
“I would love to see a little bit more speaking up, non? He is so silent in class!” she lightly admonished.
“Really,” Lincoln started. “That’s strange, Michael is very... vocal… at home.”
The younger brother turned a bright crimson as he noted the double entendre in Lincoln’s comment and the older boy himself seemed to mentally kick himself in the head.
God… what the hell, am I completely incapable of behaving myself when it comes to Michael? the older brother berated himself. However he smoothly continued speaking with her, promising to encourage the younger brother to volunteer more in class.
Mme Laurie quickly finished up their meeting in order to speak with another set of parents who had their pouting sophomore sandwiched in between them.
“Well, we’ve got about ten minutes before the next class, did you want to get some air?” Lincoln asked Michael, steering the two of them outside the overly warm classroom.
Michael relaxed under his brother’s comforting hand on his shoulder, needing the contact to calm him from this harrowing night full of entourages of flirty girls (and guys) hitting on his brother. His brother, he tetchily emphasized in his head. The sixteen year-old boy thought about Lincoln and how he had effortlessly handled the evening, finding himself captivated despite himself at the utter ease with which his older brother had interacted with everyone as he shook hands, made small talk, or discussed school matters. Michael suddenly squirmed in embarrassment as he noticed that during his dreamy musing he had popped a boner thinking about how Lincoln had often run his hand through his hair when he was listening to another person speak.
“Hey, you alright there?” the older brother asked, detecting Michael’s uneasiness. He knew that the boy was not having a good time and felt guilty for tricking him to come out, although he was certainly finding the teachers’ feedback incredibly informative.
“Yeah, yeah it’s nothing,” Michael replied nervously, grateful that his regular jeans were in the wash and that he had settled for the baggier pair that evening. He self-consciously pulled his striped polo down as the boys strolled in the cool spring atmosphere.
As the younger boy tugged on his shirt, it became clear at what was happening. Michael was only sixteen after all, the ideal age for unexpected erections popping out from nowhere; he certainly remembered his own ordeals at that age. The thought sent a shiver through him, gazing with longing at his younger brother who had been so fucking cute the entire night what with his overprotective gestures and grumpiness at the brazen teenagers. Casting a cursory look around first to make sure there were no bystanders, Lincoln quickly ducked his head down and softly kissed his brother on the mouth.
He moaned as their mouths parted with a wet sound. “Linc, what are you doing? I’m at school!”
Lincoln licked his lips and went in for another kiss, allowing his earlier vow to act properly fly out the window. After all, there’s no harm if nobody gets caught right?
The older boy let his tongue snake out, entering Michael’s warm cavity and was met with an enthusiastic tongue massaging back. They kissed hungrily, tired of having to keep their hands off each other’s bodies for the past couple hours. Lincoln crushed the smaller boy into his chest and the only audible sound was Michael’s squeak and the slick noises coming from their dueling mouths as they playfully explored the sensitive territory, nipping at each others lips and interchanging soft, chaste kisses with deep thrusts of tongue. Finally the two boys were both hard and they could feel each others erections through their jeans, automatically bearing down hard against their arousal.
“Mmm… Michael,” Lincoln gasped as he pulled away for a moment. His little brother chased him with another kiss and the older boy mumbled through the contact, “Is there a-mmm… bathroom around somewhere?”
Michael finally stopped smothering Lincoln’s face with wet presses and looked up excitedly.
“Yeah, c’mon let’s go. There’s no way I can go to the next class this turned on, I would probably just jump you,” the younger boy said, grabbing Lincoln’s hand and quickly making for the closest boy’s bathroom. He looked to make sure that nobody saw them go in together, thankful that his next class was so far off in the boonies, located in the new annex that had just been built.
Once inside the dimly lit but clean bathroom, Lincoln shoved his brother up against the tile and devoured the pliant mouth beneath his, pushing his tongue down as deep as he could. The boys wrestled, each trying to obtain dominance with their mouths and bodies. While the brother was being roughly pinned down by the wrists held over his head, he leaned up and purred into Lincoln’s ears, “How about you let me ride you?”. The bigger boy groaned with arousal at the dirty words coming from the owner of such an innocent face and relented, letting himself be cornered into one of the stalls.
Lincoln was forcibly made to sit on the covered toilet where Michael sank down between his brother’s strong legs and unbuckled the belt that was in the way of his destination. Tugging the button open and jerking the zipper down, the boy tenaciously freed his brother’s cock by yanking down on the layers of jeans and boxers until they were halfway down muscled thighs. Lincoln gasped as the cold air hit his heated flesh but Michael quickly warmed it back up by swallowing it to the root. Always the enthusiastic giver of fellatio, Michael happily hummed around the meat as he hastily undid his own pants, pushing everything down and pulling off the constricting clothes. The boy then hopped up onto Lincoln’s lap, wrapped his legs awkwardly around Lincoln’s waist and held him close, their straining cocks sandwiched between their stomachs. For the next five minutes all that could be heard was the jangling of Lincoln’s undone belt as the two frantically humped each other’s spit-slicked skin, the sound of slapping flesh as Lincoln frantically fisted their two cocks together, and the obscenely wet noises emitted from the boys’ fused mouths in their frenzy of deep-throating each other with their tongues.
Soon, too soon, it was all over. The boys clung to each other, Lincoln jerking their sensitized pricks in firm strokes, as gushing come fled from Michael’s smaller prick and coated Lincoln’s moving hand. Using the warm, gooey fluid as lubricant, the older brother felt the heady slide of hot, wet contact and spasmed, depositing his own streaking load to the mess in their laps.
They heard the signal bell ring and realized that their quickie had lasted less than ten, earth-shatteringly hot minutes. Michael smiled like the cat that got the cream and Lincoln could only laugh at his baby brother’s reaction as he bent over the both of them to roll up a wad of toilet paper and cleaned the cooling sperm off their laps. Tossing the come-laden tissue into the toilet and flushing, the boys steadily pulled their clothes back on, straightened any telling wrinkles, and exited the stall. They washed the dried come and spit off their hands and exchanged playful smiles before pushing the door open and nonchalantly strolling to Michael’s last class.
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Chapter 5
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Date: 2006-09-12 01:31 pm (UTC)While the brother was being roughly pinned down by the wrists held over his head, he leaned up and purred into Lincoln’s ears, “How about you let me ride you?”. The bigger boy groaned with arousal at the dirty words coming from the owner of such an innocent face and relented, letting himself be cornered into one of the stalls.
That's just... wow! :D
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Date: 2006-09-12 09:22 pm (UTC)Alejandra
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Date: 2006-09-13 03:52 pm (UTC)Very well done, Ms. Aeroport Art.
Um, you will provide us with Chapters 4.2, 4.3, 4.4, 4.5, 4.6, 4.7, 4.8 and 4.9, right? Please? Pretty please? I beseech you...
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Date: 2006-09-14 02:52 am (UTC)(...yes I"m typing from taiwan and trying to keep this from my bf. go figure.)
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Date: 2006-09-14 03:20 am (UTC)Have fun in Taiwan.
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Date: 2006-10-16 06:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-11 01:10 pm (UTC)And the scene in the bathroom...*falls over* Oh, that was so hot and gorgeous and I'm kind of hoping there will be other times when the brothers do it in the most inappropriate places in the chapters I have yet to read!
I bloody love it!!
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Date: 2006-11-11 06:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-11 06:38 pm (UTC)*hugs*