Fic: Breathe Love (7/?)
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aeroport_artTitle: Breathe Love (7/?)
Pairing: Michael/Lincoln
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Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Up to 2.03 but mild AU throughout
Word Count: 5,718
Disclaimer: Prison Break is not mine, obviously. And I am not making any money from this, obviously.
Notes: Breathe Love is also on prisonbreakfic.com and is actually the more finalized version (I can't help but keep tweaking things :P) so if you'd rather read it there, sans wonky decimal point chapters, you can find it under the same screen name. On the other hand I'm going to keep posting chapters here first, lol. Anyway hope you all enjoy the chapter and as always 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 1.1
Chapter 1.2
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 4.1
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
7 months later (August 1991)
Michael had been steadfastly sticking to his long-term plan of winning his older brother back throughout second semester all the way into late summer, but at this point Lincoln was deteriorating so quickly that Michael wasn’t sure what the twenty-one year old would even be like by the time he made his move. It was a rare thing these days when Lincoln was sober, even rarer that the boys ever spent any time together. While school was in session he’d had homework or new friendships to busy himself with but as the wide, yawning days of summer opened up, Michael was able to see exactly how worrisome his brother’s behavior had grown and he had become honestly concerned for his big brother’s welfare.
Once he had tried to approach Lincoln about it.
“Linc,” he’d pleaded. “Can’t you just tell me what’s going on? I can help, I swear.”
But the older boy simply shuttered his eyes, shouldered his sand-colored messenger bag and left the house with a morose Michael wondering where he was going, what he was doing, wondering what was in that infernal, ever-present bag although if he had to admit it, he already had a pretty good idea of the contents. So he watched him go and prayed that Lincoln could just keep it together for 26 more days, when Michael could orchestrate the culmination of his months-long strategy and save him the way his brother had done for him, countless times. The seventeen year old wanted so desperately to rescue his brother because he knew it could be so easy. Barely contained within the brusque treatment and the distance, the thin shield of alcohol and drugs, Michael knew his brother was still there. He could see it in his troubled grey eyes, the way Lincoln recoiled from Michael’s touch as if burned. His little brother still mattered to him and it was all so painfully transparent as to why he was torturing himself this way.
Lincoln was punishing himself for his attraction to his own younger sibling but what Michael couldn’t fathom was why, why did it have to be like this? Why did it have to be so self-destructive and harsh, why couldn’t the older boy simply just leave, walk away?
A knock on the door jolted him from his distressing thoughts and Michael remembered that Carrie, Adam, and Paul were picking him up that afternoon to go chill at Jessica’s house. So he closed his eyes, pausing to erase the troubled expression on his face and opened the door. The cheerful teenagers beckoned him out, commenting that their summer was nearly over and that they had to make the best of it. As the four of them descended the outdoor stairs of the apartment building, they saw Lincoln’s dark figure making his way to his car.
“Hey, was that your brother?” Carrie asked, shielding her eyes from the sun with one hand. “We hardly see him around anymore.”
Michael’s lips tightened as he sought to avoid the subject.
“You know, he works. I don’t see him much either,” he replied, cautiously weeding the bitterness out of his voice. The teens watched the convertible roar to life and exit the lot as they walked over to Adam’s car.
“But man, he is a hottie,” she continued smiling. “He got a girlfriend?”
Michael contemplated this and finally settled for a succinct “No.” The brunette smiled in response with mock suggestiveness and the boy tried to laugh at the joke, although internally he wished people would stop trying to eat his brother up with their eyes. The guys were no better, eagerly lapping up Lincoln’s visually tasteful yet beast of a car, whistling at the powerful V8 engine and supplemental horsepower that the mechanic had installed himself.
Michael finally got them all to stop talking about his older brother halfway through the car ride and by the time they got to Jessica’s, they were deeply engaged in a very pressing discussion over where to grab lunch that afternoon. However, two of the teenagers were still fixated on the older boy in the backs of their minds.
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Adam Davidson was like any regular teenaged boy; he came from an upper middle class family, he owned a second-hand car, he played sports, and he managed to pass all his classes. He’d had a pet dog, he’d had a couple girlfriends, and he drank occasionally but avoided harder drugs. Adam Davidson was really quite normal, asides from the fact that he hadn’t been able to get the image of Mike’s older brother out of his head since he’d met the man over a year ago.
Was it the car? It must have been the car because from their first conversation, Lincoln had described it so proudly and lovingly that Adam had wanted to see the vehicle for himself, wanted to touch the paint job Lincoln had just done with his own hands, wanted to feel the heat emanating from the hood against his face. Wanted to let the vibrations of the powerful engine shudder through his body. It was true, Adam liked cars. But he had never liked a car he’d never seen before quite so much.
After that night, the Back to School evening where he’d finally met Mike’s mysterious, phantom-like sibling, Adam could not stop thinking about the older boy. Maybe it wasn’t just the car. If it was just the Mustang, Adam wouldn’t be thinking about how Lincoln’s unbuttoned collar revealed a little more skin than what was normal, giving off the air of European sophistication accented by his fitted jeans that cut to square-toed leather shoes. Not to mention the artistically messy hair that could’ve taken anywhere from 10 seconds to two hours to style. And those stormy grey had to be the most interesting, compelling eyes he had ever seen. They made him want to discover what was behind them, what it was that made them feel so wholly different.
Damnit, it was always a red-flag indication to stop once Adam got around to thinking about those dark, fathomless eyes.
So Adam had finally admitted he’d had a bit of a problem. Or more of a preoccupation, as he liked to think of it. But it was a stupid one anyway, a path that would only lead to nowhere or worse, down avenues that he really didn’t want to explore at this time. Thus he ignored it, flipped the channel in his brain whenever it hovered over that single, captivating image that it so often fell on. He had been doing quite well and had stopped asking Mike about his older sibling months ago, realizing that his persistence might come off questionable. It certainly helped to deter him that every time Adam had brought it up, his friend would narrow his piercing eyes (not entirely unlike Lincoln’s in their inscrutability) and give some unyielding answer or terse denial. So all in all, the teenager felt that he was doing a pretty good job of letting this preoccupation simmer away.
However. He had not planned on ever seeing Lincoln again. But Mike had thrown everybody for a loop when he agreed to be at his New Year’s Eve party at the beginning of the year. Apprehensive, nervous, hopeful, Adam had gone to their place for the first time since he’d known his friend, and had been denied. But then he’d taken Mike home the next morning and he was bestowed with one fleeting, wonderful image of the man in all his sexily unshaven, wife-beater-wearing glory before the door was shut in his face. But since then, Adam could not completely snuff the flicker of interest because really every time they went to pick the boy up or drop him off, there was a good chance that he could glimpse the older brother again, maybe even talk to him if he was lucky.
That day in August, as the lazy summer was winding down and the premise of their senior year loomed in the coming weeks, Adam had seen Lincoln for the third time as he exited their apartment and passed the teenagers on the way down the stairs. Adam felt his heart thud heavily against his ribcage as the older, larger man had to squeeze his way against the three teens and as he inhaled Lincoln’s scent of cigarettes and leather, he just couldn’t deny it anymore. Adam Davidson had a crush on Mike’s older brother. And he was sick of feeling so helpless about it; he had never once experienced an unrequited attraction and he didn’t like the feeling.
Adam’s Jeep was due for a check-up soon; he needed his oil changed and the brakes hadn’t been replaced in years. So if he had to get his car maintained, why not do it at the place where the object of his preoccupation happened to work? There were only a few garages in their area, it was not going to take a whole lot to see Lincoln one more time and maybe resolve whatever strange feelings he had towards the dangerous, intriguing man.
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On a Tuesday afternoon, Lincoln was taking a late lunch break and sitting on a chair inside the air-conditioned office that connected to the garage. Sucking the air through the filter of a cigarette, he inhaled deeply and let the hot air burn into his chest, holding it in as his lungs absorbed the relaxing nicotine. He let go of the smoke and watched it blur the view in front of him. The cigarette reached the filter all too quickly and so he stubbed it out on the ashtray next to him. As he leaned back in the chair, thinking about how he would get Julio his $5000 by next Friday, he heard the murmurings of conversation through the window.
“Scofield? We ain’t got anybody by the name of Scofield around here. You sure you got the right place?”
“Um, yeah I think so. That’s his car out there in the lot, isn’t it? The black Mustang, the classic one by the van.”
“That? That’s the Sink’s, you looking for him? You his brother?”
Lincoln left the office, curious as to who would be looking for him, and stood in the doorway as he saw a tall brunette about Michael’s age, also with blue eyes, talking to Mark.
“Can I help you with something?,” Lincoln asked, wondering if this was some kid Julio had gotten to do an errand for him.
“Um, yeah actually. I just need to do my annual maintenance and I figured I might as well get Mike’s older brother to do it,” the boy replied, stepping forwards. “Adam Davidson… we met awhile ago, at Morton East. It was just for a little while, I don’t know if you remember me.” He wiped his palm on his jeans and then extended it. Lincoln shook the hand, recalling the face.
“Oh yeah, the soccer kid right?”
“Yeah,” Adam broke into a bright smile. “So, can you guys take a look at my car today?”
“Yeah, no problem,” Lincoln said, stepping outside the boxed room and pulling the sleeves of his coveralls back on and zipping the front up. He noticed the kid’s eyes following the trail of the teeth as they closed and when their eyes met, the boy quickly looked away.
Huh, Lincoln thought musingly. That’s interesting.
The older brother told Mark to continue replacing the carburetor on the BMW currently in the garage, then turned to the blonde currently working on another luxury car next to it.
“Hey Jackson, you almost done with that?”
“Yeah, it’ll only be a couple more minutes. It’s pretty much ready to go,” the thin man replied. Lincoln then strolled over to the counter with the register, picked up the adjacent clipboard and flipped through the queue of jobs they had.
“Well, it looks like it’ll be about another couple hours, and the maintenance itself will take some time too. You can just leave your keys here and if I get your number we can call you when we’re done here,” Lincoln explained.
Adam bit his lip, looking at the older brother’s face as he talked. He’d never been so nervous about making a move before, but these were entirely different circumstances. Nonetheless, he was not about to back out now after having spent the day driving to different garages in search of the man who was currently standing in front of him. He swallowed hard.
“I… don’t mind waiting. I don’t have anything to do today,” he started haltingly, wondering if his intentions were even noticeable in the slightest. The older boy slowly put the clipboard down and only looked at the nervous teenager before him, waiting for him to clarify. “I mean, you’re probably busy working but…,” Adam trailed off. Finally the boy steeled himself and took two bold steps forward, putting only inches between him and the object of his desire.
“I can think of one way to pass the time quickly,” he rushed out, half bracing himself for a punch to the face while simultaneous holding his breath for the older boy to just do something already.
Lincoln studied the boy in front of him. At first he wasn’t sure if his radar was picking up the right signals; after all, how often does a guy you hardly know just come up to you and offer himself? But the proximity of the teenager and the daring words made his intentions crystal clear. And so he considered it.
Lincoln liked sex. Furthermore, he liked easy sex because easy sex usually meant no strings attached, hot and quick fucks that offered only free heat, free love. He liked sex with women, he liked sex with men, he liked it anywhere and anytime because it was a guaranteed 10 mins/hour/night of a blissfully empty mind. Just him, an obliging body, and something to pound his anxieties and frustrations into. He liked sex fast, dirty, and hard because anything soft or beautiful reminded him of long limbs and pliant lips and the way Michael’s face looked when he came.
Adam took Lincoln’s silence as deliberation and so he pressed forward. It was already out there, there was no taking back what he’d offered.
“I’m already eighteen,” he stated. “You can’t get in trouble.”
With those unintentionally meaningful words, Lincoln snapped his focus back on the boy in front of him. Tall, thin, dark hair cropped short and pleading blue eyes that were a shade too dark, but it was good enough, and he would do.
“Follow me,” Lincoln ordered. Adam blinked in disbelief as he slowly came to terms with the fact that against all odds, his seemingly impossible request was about to be fulfilled. That or the older man was taking him to some alley so he could kick his presumptuous ass. But in any case, he followed the twenty-one year old, watching the muscles move beneath the uniform as they led him through a door in the garage and into a small room with pale tan lockers lining the walls and a long thin bench installed into the cement ground.
By the time Lincoln had stopped to turn around and face him, Adam was already rock hard.
“You sure you want to do this?” Lincoln asked out of protocol.
“Yes,” he breathed excitedly.
With that one word of compliance the mechanic stepped forward and crushed his lips against Adam’s, immediately thrusting his tongue deep inside the warm cavity and nearly choking the boy with his aggression.
“Mmmph,” he murmured against Lincoln’s massaging mouth, closing his eyes as he let go of guilty thoughts and feelings and vowed to just enjoy this, whatever this was. And so he let the man undo the buttons of his shirt, he let the rough palms slide up against the inner white garment and dip underneath to rub at the skin of his abdomen, sliding furtively in and out of his jeans. He let Lincoln rip the button-up off and the boys stopped kissing only long enough for Adam’s t-shirt to be properly yanked off.
Shirtless and panting, the younger boy felt like he was on fire as rough lips and teeth dominated his mouth, his neck, sucking so hard that Adam surely knew that large bruises were blossoming against the skin of his neck and chest. He felt like he was drowning as Lincoln worked his way down, invading his body with solid licks and bites, ravenous for the younger boy.
“Ah, Lincoln,” he groaned as the older boy dipped his tongue inside his navel, jolting the soccer captain with its electric sensation. Lincoln quickly followed up with a quick bite to his hipbone and then nursed the area with soothing, warm licks while kneading his sides with comforting hands. When the older boy finally came up for air, Adam tried to kiss him to show his eagerness but he simply could not keep up with the older brother’s forceful ministrations. Suddenly his hips were jerked forwards by two firm hands and then quickly turned around so that Adam was slammed up against one of the ice-cold lockers with a loud collision. When did he take my jeans off? he fuzzily thought as he felt the cold metal bang against his naked upper quads. He tried to back away from the biting temperature on instinct but Lincoln pressed him hard against it with his chest, using his free hands to make quick work of his own coveralls, belt, and fly. Soon Adam felt his hips jerked backwards again but a hand held the back of his head down so that he was bent over, his ass presented in the cool air. He’d never been in such a vulnerable position before, having only been with girls before, but Adam quickly decided that he didn’t mind so much. Lincoln was simply too delicious, too exhilarating to not want pressed up in every way demanded from him.
And every way certainly meant every way, as there was currently a spit-slicked finger probing against his asshole. The soccer captain fought the urge to jump up and bat the hand away (really, it’s pretty much reflex to get away from something trying to poke up your butt) but suddenly a warm grasp encircled his neglected cock and he groaned, loving the feeling instantly and allowing that hold to still his ass as Lincoln pushed his middle finger deep inside of him, screwing inside and disregarding the tight friction.
“Fuck! Lincoln, god,” he gasped as his insides were massaged and his puckered ring widened. The second finger was a bit more uncomfortable but Lincoln soothed him by catching the string of precum that hung down from Adam’s slit and using it to lubricate his hardness in distressingly slow twists. In a couple more minutes of deliberate stretching, Lincoln deemed the boy ready and pulled his fingers out. He quickly looked around for anything that could be used as lube and was pleased to find a bottle of lotion hanging out at the top of a nearby locker.
“Lincoln?,” Adam turned to look over his shoulder, protesting the sudden loss of contact. However he was treated to the obscenely erotic vision of the Mike’s hot older brother slicking his own erection, jutting out from a dark nest that was obscured by the jeans he still wore, slung low on Lincoln’s hips. Adam stared transfixed at the older boy’s movements, his eyes feasting on the arousing image of another man’s penis being hard for him, being prepped for his ass. Lincoln’s dark eyes looked back at him as he leisurely pulled on his own dick, before moving towards the still proffered behind and using the excess lotion to cover the entrance and inside of Adam’s virgin ass.
Finally, the older boy used one hand to nudge the gleaming tip of his cock against the teenager’s loosened opening and Lincoln’s other lotion-warmed hand had returned to gripping the boy’s rock hard organ, maddening in its refusal to pump or slide against aching flesh.
“I want to fuck you, Adam, but I’m going to ask you again before I can’t help myself anymore. Are you okay with this?”
“God, YES, please, just do it!” the teenager yelled, willing for something to just happen before he went crazy from the lack of movement. Lincoln felt a wave of familiarity hit as the wanton boy beneath him begged to be fucked, and this time with distinct pleasure, he shoved his meat deep inside that quivering hole and exalted at the lack of guilt that would surely have drenched him if this boy were really who he wanted it to be.
“Nngh, god yeah, that’s good,” Lincoln groaned, quickly jabbing his cock in and out of the too-tight muscles that gripped his organ as he pumped his slick fist against Adam’s cock, overriding the inevitable discomfort with waves of orgasmic pleasure.
“Ahhh, it feels so good,” Adam cried, feeling the pain slowly subside as the thick cock pounded in and out, loosening him up. The teenager surged forward into the hot wet hold that surrounded his penis and tried to fuck it as the rhythm of Lincoln’s battering hips jolted his own. “Shit Lincoln, I think I’m gonna come!”
The older boy heard those words and felt exactly how hard Adam’s dick was, the steel surface indicating that he was only a couple more pumps away from blowing his load. And so he let go and used both hands to gain leverage against those writhing hips and fucked him even harder.
“Fuck! God I’m so close, I wanna come!! Please, just touch me again,” The teenager begged, ramming his ass back onto the pole as hard as he could in objection.
Somehow the words irked him, and Lincoln placed a rough palm over Adam’s mouth, effectively shutting him up as the boy bit on the flat of the hand in wild frenzy. Michael wouldn’t want to come first, he would love it if I fucked him and he’d never want it to stop, Lincoln thought in a rush, imagining that is was really his beloved baby brother taking it up the ass for him instead of a mere look-a-like. He sped up his thrusts until the teenager’s entire body was wracked forwards by the vigor and repeatedly slammed against the unforgiving metal that he was forced up against.
Finally with a few more bone-crunching plunges, Lincoln was gripping onto Adam’s hip for dear life as he fell over the edge.
“Mi-- Nnnnnnggh,” he grunted as he rode the boy’s ass, letting the tight muscles milk the come out from his groin to flood the deep cavity, overflowing back out to ooze onto the surface of his tight balls that were clenched high against the root of his still pumping cock.
“God, Lincoln,” Adam panted in mindless desire, “Please, touch me, please!”
Lincoln snapped out of the pleasure-filled haze he was in and slipped his softening penis out of the dripping hole. Still frowning at the boy’s words, so unlike the ones Michael would be uttering, he quickly filled his right palm with the come that drooled out of from Adam’s pulsing asshole, bent the boy over and fisted the needy cock. It only took four strokes before the teenager exploded, decorating the locker in front of him with strings of thick fluid.
Allowing themselves a moment’s rest from the fast-paced fuck, the two boys eventually cleaned themselves up with nearby tissues, put their clothes back on (in Lincoln’s case, merely tucking himself in and zipping up his pants), and soon they were back out in the garage.
“I’ll come back in a few hours for the Jeep,” Adam said dazedly, feeling anxiety and disbelief return as he realized that he had just been fucked by a man in a small locker room behind an auto shop.
“Yeah, that sounds good. It should be finished by then,” Lincoln answered easily with a reassuring smile.
Adam swallowed again, wondering why his throat always felt so dry around the man. He opened his mouth and was about to ask something along the lines of “can I see you again?” when he heard how stupid it sounded, even to himself. That was something people didn’t say after they’d just had a quick, meaningless romp. Even if it wasn’t meaningless for him. But nonetheless, all he said was, “Right,” and then he left the garage, heading for the nearby pay phone to have either his sister or a friend pick him up from.
Lincoln watched the boy go and then returned to face the cars in the shop. There was a tough engine transplant that a guy had wanted them to do, and he was already fifteen minutes late into starting on the job.
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Two days later, the boys were hanging out at Paul’s house, throwing around a football in the spacious lawn of his backyard.
“Fuck you, she’s a cow!” Michael yelled as he snatched the ball out of the air. “I already told you guys, there’s nobody for me at Morton East High, I swear. Just drop it already.”
Paul shook his head. “No way man, you’re almost eighteen and you’re still a virgin, what gives,” he yelled, delighting in one of his favorite recent subjects; finding a woman to deflower Mike with. “So tell me again why you won’t do Jess?”
“He’s not going to sleep with Jess because he’d probably catch seventeen types of diseases just from being naked in the same room as her,” Adam loudly replied. Their mutual friend had certainly gotten busy that summer and was pretty much willing to put out for any guy that could be ensnared by her sexual allure. But still, Jess was Jess, and they liked her well enough. “Just leave it already, Paul! We’re not all as fucking promiscuous as you!”
“Yeah, you only wish you were,” he smoothly replied as he watched Mike throw the football back at Adam.
“Go long, go long!” the younger brother yelled as he backed up and then chucked the ball as far as he could. Adam tried to sprint after it but only watched powerlessly as the pigskin hit the top of a tree and fell limply to the ground.
“Nice throw, Mikey,” Paul laughed.
“Fuck you.”
The three teenagers dicked around awhile longer, splicing conversation between throws and catches and fumbles. By the time three o’clock had rolled around, the late-summer sun had gotten to them and they were sweating from the direct sunlight. Paul’s picture-perfect mother called the boys inside, having set out homemade lemonade in a glass pitcher and a plate of oatmeal raisin cookies.
“I don’t want you boys getting dehydrated out there,” she lightly chided as she put out three glasses onto the kitchen table before leaving the room to attend to something else.
As they sat down, Adam unzipped the track jacket that he had on and draped it over a chair. He picked up a glass and downed it thirstily as the other two opted to grab a cookie first.
“Whoa, whoa. Adam,” Paul suddenly interjected between chews.
“What?” he replied, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and setting the freezing cup down. The black-haired boy only pointed to his own neck, tapping his finger against the side of his throat. Adam watched confusedly at first, before touching his own hand to the same area. Oh.
“You know I have to ask,” Paul simply stated. Mike looked on interest, observing the huge hickey and wondering at who Adam had been with. The soccer captain hadn’t had a girlfriend in months now and he was wondering if perhaps there was some lady on the side, which he now supposed there was.
“Uh,” the boy started as his already flushed skin turned a deeper shade of pink.
“Oh, now that’s too cute. C’mon, tell us already!”
“Um--" he desperately sought a way out of the conversation but realizing that the hickey was just too large, too disfiguringly purple to just brush aside with excuses or weak subject changing. He glanced at Paul’s eager face, then at Mike’s curious expression.
Adam knew that Paul already had an inkling about the situation with Lincoln because he’d let the adoration in his voice seep out a little too much one day when the two of them had been hanging out. The Californian native had been surprised at first and relentless in his playful jeering but it had been no different from his reaction to Adam’s past girlfriends and so the soccer player felt no real qualms about telling Paul who the giver of that dark bruise was. On the other hand, there was Mike. It was his own older brother, but did his friend even know that Lincoln was gay? If Lincoln wanted to keep his sexuality a secret from his family, he wasn’t about to just out the guy without permission. But still, he owed it to Mike. He’d been obsessing about Lincoln since their sophomore year, and the younger brother was a good friend.
In the end, his allegiance to being honest with Mike (and Paul’s persistent urges) won out.
“Mike… uh, I think you should know,” he tentatively began. “I… sort of have had a crush… on, uh, your older brother. Since last year.”
Michael looked at his friend, incomprehensive of what he was saying.
“So yesterday I kind of… well we…,” he trailed off, unable to finish the sentence as Mike’s intense gaze was suddenly turned on full blast, his acute blue eyes drilling holes into Adam’s own.
“Adam, you cad! I can’t believe you fucked the man of every girl’s dreams!!” Paul’s eyes lit up as he was genuinely happy for his friend, who he knew had been secretly lusting after Lincoln as avidly as the rest of the girls that had met the stud. But as he looked over to see Mike’s reaction, he suddenly wished that he didn’t have such a big mouth. The blue-eyed boy was currently in the midst of attempted murder by glare as Adam stared back as if physically pinned by that piercing gaze.
“What,” the younger brother finally uttered. “What!?”
“I-- look I’m sorry, I guess that makes me a faggot or something, but I just sort of… I really like him, Mike,” he feebly tried to explain as the other boy stalked towards him. He backed up instinctively but Michael had caught up and grabbed fistfuls of Adam’s shirt.
“Hey Mike, chill out,” Paul cautiously said as he watched the younger brother yank his longtime friend forwards until they were face to face.
“What did you say!??” Michael snarled at the boy, feeling everything suddenly click in place. The constant questions, the admiration in his voice when he talked about Lincoln’s Mustang (was it all some fucking euphemism?), the sick staring at his older brother whenever they were in sight of each other. Michael’s eyes darted down to look at the purple and yellow mess that adorned Adam’s neck like a badge of honor. He stared at it, unable to help himself from imagining Lincoln, his Linc, down there and sucking on the soccer captain’s neck with his firm lips, his hot tongue. He knew how it must have felt, he knew how his brother loved to taste Michael’s skin, always roving and always biting. Michael suddenly snatched the hem of Adam’s white t-shirt and shoved it up, torturing himself with the smattering of other bruises he knew he would find.
And there they were, one two three four all in a zigzag with Lincoln’s favorite spots highlighted; beside the left nipple, underneath a collarbone, below the right pec, by the navel. Those were his hickeys, those were the places his older brother loved to suck on him, and fucking Adam Davidson had them all over his fucking naked body like fucking scarlet letters had rained on him.
The fury overtook him as his mind obsessively imagined the two men together, fucking, sucking, swallowing, and it really wasn’t his fault that he’d lashed out and punched his friend in the face because it was Adam who had fucking hit on his brother, it was Adam who begged to be fucked by his big brother.
“Did he fuck you?” Michael bit out as he knocked the thin boy to the ground, kneeling over the shocked body and beating the expression of that face with another soul-ripping strike. He swore in his head that he wouldn’t kill the little fucker so long as he hadn’t gotten even further with Lincoln than Michael ever had.
“Michael, dude get off of him!!!” Paul rushed forward and tried to haul the younger brother off but Michael was glued to Adam, his fist magnetized to Adam’s body as he sought to beat the living shit out of his stunned friend. As his fists pummeled down, Adam finally snapped out of his arresting shock and threw the slightly shorter boy off himself.
“Yeah he fucked me, and I fucking loved it,” he roared back. “It was good, he was so good.”
By this time Paul had effectively gotten between the two and his mother had rushed out from her room, sprinting forwards in her clacking heels to pull Adam back. Michael was fighting and struggling so furiously, she didn’t think she could calm the boy down without receiving a black eye herself.
The livid younger brother was thrashing just to get to Adam, he wanted to wring that adulterous neck, he wanted to fucking murder him for receiving everything Michael had ever wanted in his entire life just because he had a fucking crush, just because he had fucking asked. What the fuck did a stupid short-term crush mean when Michael had loved his brother his entire fucking life? He struggled and lashed at Paul but the large football player was adamant about keeping the homicidal boy away from his traumatized friend.
“Mike, Mike, c’mon, stop it! What the fuck is your problem??”
With one last angry shove at the bigger boy, Michael bared his teeth and spat in the direction of Adam who was looking shell-shocked besides an equally bewildered mother, who had never known Paul’s friend to be anything but incredibly polite, mature, and sweet. That same boy now lurched himself from Paul’s grasp, took two deep breaths, and stormed out the double front doors with a deafening slam behind him. The three remaining people looked at each other disbelievingly.
“…Let’s get you cleaned up, dear.”
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Pairing: Michael/Lincoln
Author:
aeroport_artRating: NC-17
Spoilers: Up to 2.03 but mild AU throughout
Word Count: 5,718
Disclaimer: Prison Break is not mine, obviously. And I am not making any money from this, obviously.
Notes: Breathe Love is also on prisonbreakfic.com and is actually the more finalized version (I can't help but keep tweaking things :P) so if you'd rather read it there, sans wonky decimal point chapters, you can find it under the same screen name. On the other hand I'm going to keep posting chapters here first, lol. Anyway hope you all enjoy the chapter and as always 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 1.1
Chapter 1.2
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 4.1
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
7 months later (August 1991)
Michael had been steadfastly sticking to his long-term plan of winning his older brother back throughout second semester all the way into late summer, but at this point Lincoln was deteriorating so quickly that Michael wasn’t sure what the twenty-one year old would even be like by the time he made his move. It was a rare thing these days when Lincoln was sober, even rarer that the boys ever spent any time together. While school was in session he’d had homework or new friendships to busy himself with but as the wide, yawning days of summer opened up, Michael was able to see exactly how worrisome his brother’s behavior had grown and he had become honestly concerned for his big brother’s welfare.
Once he had tried to approach Lincoln about it.
“Linc,” he’d pleaded. “Can’t you just tell me what’s going on? I can help, I swear.”
But the older boy simply shuttered his eyes, shouldered his sand-colored messenger bag and left the house with a morose Michael wondering where he was going, what he was doing, wondering what was in that infernal, ever-present bag although if he had to admit it, he already had a pretty good idea of the contents. So he watched him go and prayed that Lincoln could just keep it together for 26 more days, when Michael could orchestrate the culmination of his months-long strategy and save him the way his brother had done for him, countless times. The seventeen year old wanted so desperately to rescue his brother because he knew it could be so easy. Barely contained within the brusque treatment and the distance, the thin shield of alcohol and drugs, Michael knew his brother was still there. He could see it in his troubled grey eyes, the way Lincoln recoiled from Michael’s touch as if burned. His little brother still mattered to him and it was all so painfully transparent as to why he was torturing himself this way.
Lincoln was punishing himself for his attraction to his own younger sibling but what Michael couldn’t fathom was why, why did it have to be like this? Why did it have to be so self-destructive and harsh, why couldn’t the older boy simply just leave, walk away?
A knock on the door jolted him from his distressing thoughts and Michael remembered that Carrie, Adam, and Paul were picking him up that afternoon to go chill at Jessica’s house. So he closed his eyes, pausing to erase the troubled expression on his face and opened the door. The cheerful teenagers beckoned him out, commenting that their summer was nearly over and that they had to make the best of it. As the four of them descended the outdoor stairs of the apartment building, they saw Lincoln’s dark figure making his way to his car.
“Hey, was that your brother?” Carrie asked, shielding her eyes from the sun with one hand. “We hardly see him around anymore.”
Michael’s lips tightened as he sought to avoid the subject.
“You know, he works. I don’t see him much either,” he replied, cautiously weeding the bitterness out of his voice. The teens watched the convertible roar to life and exit the lot as they walked over to Adam’s car.
“But man, he is a hottie,” she continued smiling. “He got a girlfriend?”
Michael contemplated this and finally settled for a succinct “No.” The brunette smiled in response with mock suggestiveness and the boy tried to laugh at the joke, although internally he wished people would stop trying to eat his brother up with their eyes. The guys were no better, eagerly lapping up Lincoln’s visually tasteful yet beast of a car, whistling at the powerful V8 engine and supplemental horsepower that the mechanic had installed himself.
Michael finally got them all to stop talking about his older brother halfway through the car ride and by the time they got to Jessica’s, they were deeply engaged in a very pressing discussion over where to grab lunch that afternoon. However, two of the teenagers were still fixated on the older boy in the backs of their minds.
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Adam Davidson was like any regular teenaged boy; he came from an upper middle class family, he owned a second-hand car, he played sports, and he managed to pass all his classes. He’d had a pet dog, he’d had a couple girlfriends, and he drank occasionally but avoided harder drugs. Adam Davidson was really quite normal, asides from the fact that he hadn’t been able to get the image of Mike’s older brother out of his head since he’d met the man over a year ago.
Was it the car? It must have been the car because from their first conversation, Lincoln had described it so proudly and lovingly that Adam had wanted to see the vehicle for himself, wanted to touch the paint job Lincoln had just done with his own hands, wanted to feel the heat emanating from the hood against his face. Wanted to let the vibrations of the powerful engine shudder through his body. It was true, Adam liked cars. But he had never liked a car he’d never seen before quite so much.
After that night, the Back to School evening where he’d finally met Mike’s mysterious, phantom-like sibling, Adam could not stop thinking about the older boy. Maybe it wasn’t just the car. If it was just the Mustang, Adam wouldn’t be thinking about how Lincoln’s unbuttoned collar revealed a little more skin than what was normal, giving off the air of European sophistication accented by his fitted jeans that cut to square-toed leather shoes. Not to mention the artistically messy hair that could’ve taken anywhere from 10 seconds to two hours to style. And those stormy grey had to be the most interesting, compelling eyes he had ever seen. They made him want to discover what was behind them, what it was that made them feel so wholly different.
Damnit, it was always a red-flag indication to stop once Adam got around to thinking about those dark, fathomless eyes.
So Adam had finally admitted he’d had a bit of a problem. Or more of a preoccupation, as he liked to think of it. But it was a stupid one anyway, a path that would only lead to nowhere or worse, down avenues that he really didn’t want to explore at this time. Thus he ignored it, flipped the channel in his brain whenever it hovered over that single, captivating image that it so often fell on. He had been doing quite well and had stopped asking Mike about his older sibling months ago, realizing that his persistence might come off questionable. It certainly helped to deter him that every time Adam had brought it up, his friend would narrow his piercing eyes (not entirely unlike Lincoln’s in their inscrutability) and give some unyielding answer or terse denial. So all in all, the teenager felt that he was doing a pretty good job of letting this preoccupation simmer away.
However. He had not planned on ever seeing Lincoln again. But Mike had thrown everybody for a loop when he agreed to be at his New Year’s Eve party at the beginning of the year. Apprehensive, nervous, hopeful, Adam had gone to their place for the first time since he’d known his friend, and had been denied. But then he’d taken Mike home the next morning and he was bestowed with one fleeting, wonderful image of the man in all his sexily unshaven, wife-beater-wearing glory before the door was shut in his face. But since then, Adam could not completely snuff the flicker of interest because really every time they went to pick the boy up or drop him off, there was a good chance that he could glimpse the older brother again, maybe even talk to him if he was lucky.
That day in August, as the lazy summer was winding down and the premise of their senior year loomed in the coming weeks, Adam had seen Lincoln for the third time as he exited their apartment and passed the teenagers on the way down the stairs. Adam felt his heart thud heavily against his ribcage as the older, larger man had to squeeze his way against the three teens and as he inhaled Lincoln’s scent of cigarettes and leather, he just couldn’t deny it anymore. Adam Davidson had a crush on Mike’s older brother. And he was sick of feeling so helpless about it; he had never once experienced an unrequited attraction and he didn’t like the feeling.
Adam’s Jeep was due for a check-up soon; he needed his oil changed and the brakes hadn’t been replaced in years. So if he had to get his car maintained, why not do it at the place where the object of his preoccupation happened to work? There were only a few garages in their area, it was not going to take a whole lot to see Lincoln one more time and maybe resolve whatever strange feelings he had towards the dangerous, intriguing man.
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On a Tuesday afternoon, Lincoln was taking a late lunch break and sitting on a chair inside the air-conditioned office that connected to the garage. Sucking the air through the filter of a cigarette, he inhaled deeply and let the hot air burn into his chest, holding it in as his lungs absorbed the relaxing nicotine. He let go of the smoke and watched it blur the view in front of him. The cigarette reached the filter all too quickly and so he stubbed it out on the ashtray next to him. As he leaned back in the chair, thinking about how he would get Julio his $5000 by next Friday, he heard the murmurings of conversation through the window.
“Scofield? We ain’t got anybody by the name of Scofield around here. You sure you got the right place?”
“Um, yeah I think so. That’s his car out there in the lot, isn’t it? The black Mustang, the classic one by the van.”
“That? That’s the Sink’s, you looking for him? You his brother?”
Lincoln left the office, curious as to who would be looking for him, and stood in the doorway as he saw a tall brunette about Michael’s age, also with blue eyes, talking to Mark.
“Can I help you with something?,” Lincoln asked, wondering if this was some kid Julio had gotten to do an errand for him.
“Um, yeah actually. I just need to do my annual maintenance and I figured I might as well get Mike’s older brother to do it,” the boy replied, stepping forwards. “Adam Davidson… we met awhile ago, at Morton East. It was just for a little while, I don’t know if you remember me.” He wiped his palm on his jeans and then extended it. Lincoln shook the hand, recalling the face.
“Oh yeah, the soccer kid right?”
“Yeah,” Adam broke into a bright smile. “So, can you guys take a look at my car today?”
“Yeah, no problem,” Lincoln said, stepping outside the boxed room and pulling the sleeves of his coveralls back on and zipping the front up. He noticed the kid’s eyes following the trail of the teeth as they closed and when their eyes met, the boy quickly looked away.
Huh, Lincoln thought musingly. That’s interesting.
The older brother told Mark to continue replacing the carburetor on the BMW currently in the garage, then turned to the blonde currently working on another luxury car next to it.
“Hey Jackson, you almost done with that?”
“Yeah, it’ll only be a couple more minutes. It’s pretty much ready to go,” the thin man replied. Lincoln then strolled over to the counter with the register, picked up the adjacent clipboard and flipped through the queue of jobs they had.
“Well, it looks like it’ll be about another couple hours, and the maintenance itself will take some time too. You can just leave your keys here and if I get your number we can call you when we’re done here,” Lincoln explained.
Adam bit his lip, looking at the older brother’s face as he talked. He’d never been so nervous about making a move before, but these were entirely different circumstances. Nonetheless, he was not about to back out now after having spent the day driving to different garages in search of the man who was currently standing in front of him. He swallowed hard.
“I… don’t mind waiting. I don’t have anything to do today,” he started haltingly, wondering if his intentions were even noticeable in the slightest. The older boy slowly put the clipboard down and only looked at the nervous teenager before him, waiting for him to clarify. “I mean, you’re probably busy working but…,” Adam trailed off. Finally the boy steeled himself and took two bold steps forward, putting only inches between him and the object of his desire.
“I can think of one way to pass the time quickly,” he rushed out, half bracing himself for a punch to the face while simultaneous holding his breath for the older boy to just do something already.
Lincoln studied the boy in front of him. At first he wasn’t sure if his radar was picking up the right signals; after all, how often does a guy you hardly know just come up to you and offer himself? But the proximity of the teenager and the daring words made his intentions crystal clear. And so he considered it.
Lincoln liked sex. Furthermore, he liked easy sex because easy sex usually meant no strings attached, hot and quick fucks that offered only free heat, free love. He liked sex with women, he liked sex with men, he liked it anywhere and anytime because it was a guaranteed 10 mins/hour/night of a blissfully empty mind. Just him, an obliging body, and something to pound his anxieties and frustrations into. He liked sex fast, dirty, and hard because anything soft or beautiful reminded him of long limbs and pliant lips and the way Michael’s face looked when he came.
Adam took Lincoln’s silence as deliberation and so he pressed forward. It was already out there, there was no taking back what he’d offered.
“I’m already eighteen,” he stated. “You can’t get in trouble.”
With those unintentionally meaningful words, Lincoln snapped his focus back on the boy in front of him. Tall, thin, dark hair cropped short and pleading blue eyes that were a shade too dark, but it was good enough, and he would do.
“Follow me,” Lincoln ordered. Adam blinked in disbelief as he slowly came to terms with the fact that against all odds, his seemingly impossible request was about to be fulfilled. That or the older man was taking him to some alley so he could kick his presumptuous ass. But in any case, he followed the twenty-one year old, watching the muscles move beneath the uniform as they led him through a door in the garage and into a small room with pale tan lockers lining the walls and a long thin bench installed into the cement ground.
By the time Lincoln had stopped to turn around and face him, Adam was already rock hard.
“You sure you want to do this?” Lincoln asked out of protocol.
“Yes,” he breathed excitedly.
With that one word of compliance the mechanic stepped forward and crushed his lips against Adam’s, immediately thrusting his tongue deep inside the warm cavity and nearly choking the boy with his aggression.
“Mmmph,” he murmured against Lincoln’s massaging mouth, closing his eyes as he let go of guilty thoughts and feelings and vowed to just enjoy this, whatever this was. And so he let the man undo the buttons of his shirt, he let the rough palms slide up against the inner white garment and dip underneath to rub at the skin of his abdomen, sliding furtively in and out of his jeans. He let Lincoln rip the button-up off and the boys stopped kissing only long enough for Adam’s t-shirt to be properly yanked off.
Shirtless and panting, the younger boy felt like he was on fire as rough lips and teeth dominated his mouth, his neck, sucking so hard that Adam surely knew that large bruises were blossoming against the skin of his neck and chest. He felt like he was drowning as Lincoln worked his way down, invading his body with solid licks and bites, ravenous for the younger boy.
“Ah, Lincoln,” he groaned as the older boy dipped his tongue inside his navel, jolting the soccer captain with its electric sensation. Lincoln quickly followed up with a quick bite to his hipbone and then nursed the area with soothing, warm licks while kneading his sides with comforting hands. When the older boy finally came up for air, Adam tried to kiss him to show his eagerness but he simply could not keep up with the older brother’s forceful ministrations. Suddenly his hips were jerked forwards by two firm hands and then quickly turned around so that Adam was slammed up against one of the ice-cold lockers with a loud collision. When did he take my jeans off? he fuzzily thought as he felt the cold metal bang against his naked upper quads. He tried to back away from the biting temperature on instinct but Lincoln pressed him hard against it with his chest, using his free hands to make quick work of his own coveralls, belt, and fly. Soon Adam felt his hips jerked backwards again but a hand held the back of his head down so that he was bent over, his ass presented in the cool air. He’d never been in such a vulnerable position before, having only been with girls before, but Adam quickly decided that he didn’t mind so much. Lincoln was simply too delicious, too exhilarating to not want pressed up in every way demanded from him.
And every way certainly meant every way, as there was currently a spit-slicked finger probing against his asshole. The soccer captain fought the urge to jump up and bat the hand away (really, it’s pretty much reflex to get away from something trying to poke up your butt) but suddenly a warm grasp encircled his neglected cock and he groaned, loving the feeling instantly and allowing that hold to still his ass as Lincoln pushed his middle finger deep inside of him, screwing inside and disregarding the tight friction.
“Fuck! Lincoln, god,” he gasped as his insides were massaged and his puckered ring widened. The second finger was a bit more uncomfortable but Lincoln soothed him by catching the string of precum that hung down from Adam’s slit and using it to lubricate his hardness in distressingly slow twists. In a couple more minutes of deliberate stretching, Lincoln deemed the boy ready and pulled his fingers out. He quickly looked around for anything that could be used as lube and was pleased to find a bottle of lotion hanging out at the top of a nearby locker.
“Lincoln?,” Adam turned to look over his shoulder, protesting the sudden loss of contact. However he was treated to the obscenely erotic vision of the Mike’s hot older brother slicking his own erection, jutting out from a dark nest that was obscured by the jeans he still wore, slung low on Lincoln’s hips. Adam stared transfixed at the older boy’s movements, his eyes feasting on the arousing image of another man’s penis being hard for him, being prepped for his ass. Lincoln’s dark eyes looked back at him as he leisurely pulled on his own dick, before moving towards the still proffered behind and using the excess lotion to cover the entrance and inside of Adam’s virgin ass.
Finally, the older boy used one hand to nudge the gleaming tip of his cock against the teenager’s loosened opening and Lincoln’s other lotion-warmed hand had returned to gripping the boy’s rock hard organ, maddening in its refusal to pump or slide against aching flesh.
“I want to fuck you, Adam, but I’m going to ask you again before I can’t help myself anymore. Are you okay with this?”
“God, YES, please, just do it!” the teenager yelled, willing for something to just happen before he went crazy from the lack of movement. Lincoln felt a wave of familiarity hit as the wanton boy beneath him begged to be fucked, and this time with distinct pleasure, he shoved his meat deep inside that quivering hole and exalted at the lack of guilt that would surely have drenched him if this boy were really who he wanted it to be.
“Nngh, god yeah, that’s good,” Lincoln groaned, quickly jabbing his cock in and out of the too-tight muscles that gripped his organ as he pumped his slick fist against Adam’s cock, overriding the inevitable discomfort with waves of orgasmic pleasure.
“Ahhh, it feels so good,” Adam cried, feeling the pain slowly subside as the thick cock pounded in and out, loosening him up. The teenager surged forward into the hot wet hold that surrounded his penis and tried to fuck it as the rhythm of Lincoln’s battering hips jolted his own. “Shit Lincoln, I think I’m gonna come!”
The older boy heard those words and felt exactly how hard Adam’s dick was, the steel surface indicating that he was only a couple more pumps away from blowing his load. And so he let go and used both hands to gain leverage against those writhing hips and fucked him even harder.
“Fuck! God I’m so close, I wanna come!! Please, just touch me again,” The teenager begged, ramming his ass back onto the pole as hard as he could in objection.
Somehow the words irked him, and Lincoln placed a rough palm over Adam’s mouth, effectively shutting him up as the boy bit on the flat of the hand in wild frenzy. Michael wouldn’t want to come first, he would love it if I fucked him and he’d never want it to stop, Lincoln thought in a rush, imagining that is was really his beloved baby brother taking it up the ass for him instead of a mere look-a-like. He sped up his thrusts until the teenager’s entire body was wracked forwards by the vigor and repeatedly slammed against the unforgiving metal that he was forced up against.
Finally with a few more bone-crunching plunges, Lincoln was gripping onto Adam’s hip for dear life as he fell over the edge.
“Mi-- Nnnnnnggh,” he grunted as he rode the boy’s ass, letting the tight muscles milk the come out from his groin to flood the deep cavity, overflowing back out to ooze onto the surface of his tight balls that were clenched high against the root of his still pumping cock.
“God, Lincoln,” Adam panted in mindless desire, “Please, touch me, please!”
Lincoln snapped out of the pleasure-filled haze he was in and slipped his softening penis out of the dripping hole. Still frowning at the boy’s words, so unlike the ones Michael would be uttering, he quickly filled his right palm with the come that drooled out of from Adam’s pulsing asshole, bent the boy over and fisted the needy cock. It only took four strokes before the teenager exploded, decorating the locker in front of him with strings of thick fluid.
Allowing themselves a moment’s rest from the fast-paced fuck, the two boys eventually cleaned themselves up with nearby tissues, put their clothes back on (in Lincoln’s case, merely tucking himself in and zipping up his pants), and soon they were back out in the garage.
“I’ll come back in a few hours for the Jeep,” Adam said dazedly, feeling anxiety and disbelief return as he realized that he had just been fucked by a man in a small locker room behind an auto shop.
“Yeah, that sounds good. It should be finished by then,” Lincoln answered easily with a reassuring smile.
Adam swallowed again, wondering why his throat always felt so dry around the man. He opened his mouth and was about to ask something along the lines of “can I see you again?” when he heard how stupid it sounded, even to himself. That was something people didn’t say after they’d just had a quick, meaningless romp. Even if it wasn’t meaningless for him. But nonetheless, all he said was, “Right,” and then he left the garage, heading for the nearby pay phone to have either his sister or a friend pick him up from.
Lincoln watched the boy go and then returned to face the cars in the shop. There was a tough engine transplant that a guy had wanted them to do, and he was already fifteen minutes late into starting on the job.
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Two days later, the boys were hanging out at Paul’s house, throwing around a football in the spacious lawn of his backyard.
“Fuck you, she’s a cow!” Michael yelled as he snatched the ball out of the air. “I already told you guys, there’s nobody for me at Morton East High, I swear. Just drop it already.”
Paul shook his head. “No way man, you’re almost eighteen and you’re still a virgin, what gives,” he yelled, delighting in one of his favorite recent subjects; finding a woman to deflower Mike with. “So tell me again why you won’t do Jess?”
“He’s not going to sleep with Jess because he’d probably catch seventeen types of diseases just from being naked in the same room as her,” Adam loudly replied. Their mutual friend had certainly gotten busy that summer and was pretty much willing to put out for any guy that could be ensnared by her sexual allure. But still, Jess was Jess, and they liked her well enough. “Just leave it already, Paul! We’re not all as fucking promiscuous as you!”
“Yeah, you only wish you were,” he smoothly replied as he watched Mike throw the football back at Adam.
“Go long, go long!” the younger brother yelled as he backed up and then chucked the ball as far as he could. Adam tried to sprint after it but only watched powerlessly as the pigskin hit the top of a tree and fell limply to the ground.
“Nice throw, Mikey,” Paul laughed.
“Fuck you.”
The three teenagers dicked around awhile longer, splicing conversation between throws and catches and fumbles. By the time three o’clock had rolled around, the late-summer sun had gotten to them and they were sweating from the direct sunlight. Paul’s picture-perfect mother called the boys inside, having set out homemade lemonade in a glass pitcher and a plate of oatmeal raisin cookies.
“I don’t want you boys getting dehydrated out there,” she lightly chided as she put out three glasses onto the kitchen table before leaving the room to attend to something else.
As they sat down, Adam unzipped the track jacket that he had on and draped it over a chair. He picked up a glass and downed it thirstily as the other two opted to grab a cookie first.
“Whoa, whoa. Adam,” Paul suddenly interjected between chews.
“What?” he replied, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and setting the freezing cup down. The black-haired boy only pointed to his own neck, tapping his finger against the side of his throat. Adam watched confusedly at first, before touching his own hand to the same area. Oh.
“You know I have to ask,” Paul simply stated. Mike looked on interest, observing the huge hickey and wondering at who Adam had been with. The soccer captain hadn’t had a girlfriend in months now and he was wondering if perhaps there was some lady on the side, which he now supposed there was.
“Uh,” the boy started as his already flushed skin turned a deeper shade of pink.
“Oh, now that’s too cute. C’mon, tell us already!”
“Um--" he desperately sought a way out of the conversation but realizing that the hickey was just too large, too disfiguringly purple to just brush aside with excuses or weak subject changing. He glanced at Paul’s eager face, then at Mike’s curious expression.
Adam knew that Paul already had an inkling about the situation with Lincoln because he’d let the adoration in his voice seep out a little too much one day when the two of them had been hanging out. The Californian native had been surprised at first and relentless in his playful jeering but it had been no different from his reaction to Adam’s past girlfriends and so the soccer player felt no real qualms about telling Paul who the giver of that dark bruise was. On the other hand, there was Mike. It was his own older brother, but did his friend even know that Lincoln was gay? If Lincoln wanted to keep his sexuality a secret from his family, he wasn’t about to just out the guy without permission. But still, he owed it to Mike. He’d been obsessing about Lincoln since their sophomore year, and the younger brother was a good friend.
In the end, his allegiance to being honest with Mike (and Paul’s persistent urges) won out.
“Mike… uh, I think you should know,” he tentatively began. “I… sort of have had a crush… on, uh, your older brother. Since last year.”
Michael looked at his friend, incomprehensive of what he was saying.
“So yesterday I kind of… well we…,” he trailed off, unable to finish the sentence as Mike’s intense gaze was suddenly turned on full blast, his acute blue eyes drilling holes into Adam’s own.
“Adam, you cad! I can’t believe you fucked the man of every girl’s dreams!!” Paul’s eyes lit up as he was genuinely happy for his friend, who he knew had been secretly lusting after Lincoln as avidly as the rest of the girls that had met the stud. But as he looked over to see Mike’s reaction, he suddenly wished that he didn’t have such a big mouth. The blue-eyed boy was currently in the midst of attempted murder by glare as Adam stared back as if physically pinned by that piercing gaze.
“What,” the younger brother finally uttered. “What!?”
“I-- look I’m sorry, I guess that makes me a faggot or something, but I just sort of… I really like him, Mike,” he feebly tried to explain as the other boy stalked towards him. He backed up instinctively but Michael had caught up and grabbed fistfuls of Adam’s shirt.
“Hey Mike, chill out,” Paul cautiously said as he watched the younger brother yank his longtime friend forwards until they were face to face.
“What did you say!??” Michael snarled at the boy, feeling everything suddenly click in place. The constant questions, the admiration in his voice when he talked about Lincoln’s Mustang (was it all some fucking euphemism?), the sick staring at his older brother whenever they were in sight of each other. Michael’s eyes darted down to look at the purple and yellow mess that adorned Adam’s neck like a badge of honor. He stared at it, unable to help himself from imagining Lincoln, his Linc, down there and sucking on the soccer captain’s neck with his firm lips, his hot tongue. He knew how it must have felt, he knew how his brother loved to taste Michael’s skin, always roving and always biting. Michael suddenly snatched the hem of Adam’s white t-shirt and shoved it up, torturing himself with the smattering of other bruises he knew he would find.
And there they were, one two three four all in a zigzag with Lincoln’s favorite spots highlighted; beside the left nipple, underneath a collarbone, below the right pec, by the navel. Those were his hickeys, those were the places his older brother loved to suck on him, and fucking Adam Davidson had them all over his fucking naked body like fucking scarlet letters had rained on him.
The fury overtook him as his mind obsessively imagined the two men together, fucking, sucking, swallowing, and it really wasn’t his fault that he’d lashed out and punched his friend in the face because it was Adam who had fucking hit on his brother, it was Adam who begged to be fucked by his big brother.
“Did he fuck you?” Michael bit out as he knocked the thin boy to the ground, kneeling over the shocked body and beating the expression of that face with another soul-ripping strike. He swore in his head that he wouldn’t kill the little fucker so long as he hadn’t gotten even further with Lincoln than Michael ever had.
“Michael, dude get off of him!!!” Paul rushed forward and tried to haul the younger brother off but Michael was glued to Adam, his fist magnetized to Adam’s body as he sought to beat the living shit out of his stunned friend. As his fists pummeled down, Adam finally snapped out of his arresting shock and threw the slightly shorter boy off himself.
“Yeah he fucked me, and I fucking loved it,” he roared back. “It was good, he was so good.”
By this time Paul had effectively gotten between the two and his mother had rushed out from her room, sprinting forwards in her clacking heels to pull Adam back. Michael was fighting and struggling so furiously, she didn’t think she could calm the boy down without receiving a black eye herself.
The livid younger brother was thrashing just to get to Adam, he wanted to wring that adulterous neck, he wanted to fucking murder him for receiving everything Michael had ever wanted in his entire life just because he had a fucking crush, just because he had fucking asked. What the fuck did a stupid short-term crush mean when Michael had loved his brother his entire fucking life? He struggled and lashed at Paul but the large football player was adamant about keeping the homicidal boy away from his traumatized friend.
“Mike, Mike, c’mon, stop it! What the fuck is your problem??”
With one last angry shove at the bigger boy, Michael bared his teeth and spat in the direction of Adam who was looking shell-shocked besides an equally bewildered mother, who had never known Paul’s friend to be anything but incredibly polite, mature, and sweet. That same boy now lurched himself from Paul’s grasp, took two deep breaths, and stormed out the double front doors with a deafening slam behind him. The three remaining people looked at each other disbelievingly.
“…Let’s get you cleaned up, dear.”
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Date: 2006-09-25 11:31 am (UTC)Hope you'll update soon again. Love the story!!
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Date: 2006-09-25 08:09 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-09-25 02:05 pm (UTC)Just. Yes. I love this story. That kind of encapsulates it all, right?
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Date: 2006-09-25 08:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-25 03:09 pm (UTC)Oh, does that mean that Adam and Lincoln did meet up again?
Great job on the fight/confrontation scene between Michael and Adam.
What the fuck did a stupid short-term crush mean when Michael had loved his brother his entire fucking life?
Awwwww. Poor Michael. I wonder if he's going to confront Lincoln, now that he's stormed off.
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Date: 2006-09-25 11:00 pm (UTC)[wipes tear from eye]
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Date: 2006-09-25 04:42 pm (UTC)But where to now? Eeek! What subterfuge can Michael employ to account for his inexplicable reaction?! Ooh, how exciting! Can't wait to read the next chapter.
Oh my god... Might there be some sort of Michael/Linc/Adam threeway action?!!! No, no, that wouldn't work with the narrative as it is... Please ignore my pathetic avidity for smuff... Actually, that scenario would be more smangsty than smuffy, but still... sigh
Good job.
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Date: 2006-09-25 08:21 pm (UTC)Threeway?? NOooo Michael/Linc are meant for each other only~~~ but hey, I like threesomes (in fiction, mind you). Maybe in some spinoff after I finish the fic XD
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Date: 2006-09-25 07:31 pm (UTC)The livid younger brother was thrashing just to get to Adam, he wanted to wring that adulterous neck, he wanted to fucking murder him for receiving everything Michael had ever wanted in his entire life just because he had a fucking crush, just because he had fucking asked. What the fuck did a stupid short-term crush mean when Michael had loved his brother his entire fucking life?
Loved this part. I could really feel the rage and desperation.
I wonder how Michael will rectify this with his friends. He comes off as crazy no matter how you cut it. Either he's an awful homophobe or insanely jealous of his brother. Wow.
I was only going to read 1 chapter of this and then go run errands, but now it's an hour later, and I'm late!! Argh! I'm hooked.
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Date: 2006-09-25 08:24 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-10-26 01:26 am (UTC)but one question..., why did you make adam so stupid? what kind of guy tells a friend he fucked their brother.
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Date: 2006-10-26 02:18 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-11-23 12:28 pm (UTC)Oh boy, this is just a mess! How on earth is it going to be fixed?!!!
Love it though! Love the whole thing!
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Date: 2006-11-23 08:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-24 10:32 am (UTC)*hugs*