Fic: Breathe Love (14/?)
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aeroport_artTitle: Breathe Love (14/?)
Pairing: Michael/Lincoln
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Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Up to 2.03 but mild AU throughout
Word Count: 5,550
Disclaimer: Prison Break is not mine, obviously. And I am not making any money from this, obviously.
Notes: You knew this was coming... PWP and perfectly readable as a standalone for fans of smut XD I'll make these notes short since it's 3:30 AM on a Thursday night. 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.
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Chapter 14
“Linc—mmph”
“Mmmm… you were saying?”
“Maybe we shou—“ *lick* “ah, shouldn’t be doing this at Lisa’s oh fuck!”
Lincoln had latched onto his brother’s left earlobe, gently biting it with his teeth as he leisurely pulled the hem of Michael’s shirt out of his slacks. He walked forwards, pressing his body against his younger brother’s and forcing Michael to backpedal in the direction of the guest room.
“Are you telling me after waiting all this time, you don’t want me anymore?” Lincoln breathed into Michael’s ear, feigning injury.
“Oh god—“ The vibrations of his brother’s gravelly voice, hot and indecent, went straight to Michael’s dick. He stepped backwards and nearly tripped over the doorframe but his brother’s strong arms held him close. Those same arms were currently steering him deeper into the room until they forcibly pushed the lanky man onto the double bed. The backs of his knees hit the mattress and Michael fell onto the covers, surprised.
His gaze never leaving his baby brother’s, Lincoln shut the door behind him. The soft click of the lock had to be the most arousing sound Michael had heard in a long time. It sounded like decision, an assurance that his older brother wasn’t backing out this time… a promise of pure gratification to come. Michael bit his lips.
“I suppose we could just sleep,” Lincoln teased, sashaying forward. “I am pretty beat.”
Michael supposed he could protest, as his older brother was baiting him to do, but the younger man had years of experience in pressing Lincoln’s buttons. He knew how to turn the tables. So instead of whining and begging for Linc to fuck him, Michael simple leaned back on the bed on his elbows and slowly spread his legs.
A pause.
“It’s not polite to stare, you know,” Michael said with relish.
Lincoln growled and pounced on his baby brother, shutting up that smirking mouth with an urgent kiss. Michael responded eagerly and started violently disrobing his older brother, successfully undoing six buttons before the older man pinned him down and trailed his tongue south.
“Mmm—god, it’s been a fucking decade,” Michael panted as Lincoln busied himself with ridding the new cashmere scarf while attempting to suck his brother’s blood through the skin of that long, pale neck. He rolled the flesh of the throat between his teeth and pulled back, pleased at the red mark that would soon become a hickey, semi-permanent like a henna tattoo. A tattoo that said “Property of Lincoln Burrows”.
Michael grabbed at his brother, snatching the loose shirt that threatened to fall off his broad chest, were it not for the last two secured buttons.
“Off, get these off Linc, wanna feel you,” he moaned wantonly.
“Mikey, I never realized you were such a slut,” Lincoln ribbed, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
“I’ve always been a slut for you, now touch me,” Michael babbled as his body yearned for his brother to stop talking and start doing. He reached up to wrap his arms around Lincoln’s neck, urging the man to come down and give him another kiss, but suddenly his brother grabbed his arms and forced them by Michaels’ side, climbed onto the bed and sat on him.
“Wha- what are you doing?” Michael impatiently wriggled, attempting to get his arms free from between his brother’s strong thighs.
“Now, now, Mikey. Patience is a virtue.”
“Did the words one decade completely go over your head??”
“I’m just saying. If you keep this up, I’m going to blow my load before you even touch me,” he said earnestly. “And you do want to touch me, don’t you?”
“What do you think?” Michael grumbled, still struggling to wrestle his arms out from that unrelenting weight.
“I think that if I get off of you, and you promise to be a good boy and keep your hands to yourself, I’ll make it worth your while.”
Michael grudgingly nodded, realizing that if he wasn’t going to cooperate then his brother would likely get annoyed and possibly (Oh god no) even stop where this was headed.
Lincoln gradually, carefully lifted his weight off of his little brother. Satisfied that the younger man wasn’t going to jump him and jerk him off before they could even have a bit of fun, Lincoln stepped back off the bed and looked at his disheveled brother from a small distance. God, the man was gorgeous.
“Sit up.” Michael sat up.
“Take off the jacket.” Off it went.
“Now the stupid argyle vest.”
“Hey—“ Michael protested before being silenced with a Look. He grumpily grabbed the hem and pulled the vest off in one smooth motion. “I’m being good. Do I get to kiss you yet?”
“Not yet, baby brother. Take off your shirt, first.” Michael hastily undid the first few buttons before catching the lustful expression on his brother’s face. He suddenly wondered why he hadn’t noticed earlier.
Lincoln was looking at him like he was a sumptuous dessert on display in a case, and the feeling was sort of, well. Empowering. Michael slowed down his disrobing until he was fingering the small plastic buttons, slipping them in and out of the notches playfully before unbuttoning them. Lincoln looked like he was ready to blurt something rude but had silenced himself in favor of ravishing his brother with his eyes. Oh, Michael liked that look.
When he had fully unbuttoned the white shirt, he let the edges hang open and leaned back a little bit, fully aware of the strip of bare skin that peeked from his neck all the way down past his belly button like a landing strip.
“I said I want it off,” Lincoln said, his eyes never leaving that hint of pale skin. Michael obliged, shrugging the fabric off with his shoulders, leaving them bared for a few seconds before sitting up and pulling his arms out of the sleeves, then tossing it to the side. He was starting to like this game. And from the looks of it, so was Lincoln.
“Now your pants,” he said huskily.
“That’s just not fair anymore,” Michael objected. “Are you trying to get me naked before you even have your shirt off?”
At this, Lincoln complied in silence as he jerked the last two buttons of his grey dress shirt out and shucked it off to the side. He then grabbed his tight white t-shirt off his back and pulled the garment over his head.
“We fair now?” Lincoln took two deliberate steps forward, the shadows playing off the coiled muscles of his gleaming torso and thrilling the younger brother to no degree. Lincoln approached closer, stalking his prey until his calves brushed the wooden frame of the bed. “I want those pants off, now.”
“No,” the younger man said. Michael made to get up from the bed, stretching his arms out to grab his brother but in one swift motion, the larger man had him pinned to the bed by his thin wrists.
Oh god oh god fuck me now— Michael rambled inwardly, staring at his brother with piercing blue eyes like fire and ice as they blistered with lust.
“How do you expect me to put my cock in you if you won’t take your pants off, Michael?” Lincoln punctuated his intent with a roll of his hips that ground their cocks together. God, the older man was so hot and bothered by the permission to touch Michael, kiss and suck and fuck Michael, and damn it if his emotions weren’t making him a little more rough than he would’ve liked to be.
Lincoln had never liked to play the dominant in their earlier years, even when Michael had begged for it. Even if it was just play, forcing his younger sibling always felt that much dirtier, that much more perverted than just making love, as if that didn’t come with enough baggage on its own. But it had been eleven years, eleven long years since the two had been allowed to take comfort in each others’ bodies, and goddamnit Lincoln couldn’t control himself. He didn’t think he wanted to anymore.
So he pushed his weight down on his elated brother, scrabbled for the cashmere scarf that had been tossed onto a pillow, and promptly tied Michael’s wrists to the headboard with it.
“What, wait Linc, I wanna touch you,” the man weakly protested while his dick screamed otherwise, standing up in arousal at having his brother tie him up. Gods, having his brother force himself onto Michael had always, always been a secret kink of his. Shoved to bruised knees, dick thrust past his unwilling lips, rough hands that grabbed his hips and Linc’s cock (his big brother’s cock) pummeling its way inside his virgin ass… though Michael had never broached the subject quite that explicitly because he knew Lincoln had enough of a guilt complex as is.
However. It looked like the 31-year old had gotten over it, if the double knot of the scarf and lascivious grin was anything to go by. Oh god, Michael was going to come in his pants right there.
“Not yet, baby brother,” Lincoln tutted as if he could read the other man’s mind. “Gonna make this last.”
Lincoln reached down for Michael’s belt buckle and worked it open, the jangle of metal sounding harsh in between quiet moans and soft purrs. The older brother then slowly unzipped the fly, giving Michael’s straining erection a little relief as it sprang up, tenting in its still too-tight boxer briefs.
“God Mikey, you look so hot,” Lincoln breathed heavily, inhaling the achingly familiar musk that never failed to turn him on like a switch. He fought off the urge to simply pull out his brother’s steel dick and suck him off, craving Michael’s sweet come in his stomach. Instead, the older brother backed off and stood at the foot of the bed.
“Linc?” Michael asked in a small voice, worried. Come back.
The older man simply lowered his hands to his own pants, enticingly undoing his own belt and pulling the leather ends loose to provide access to his fly. Michael laid supine, struggling excitedly in the soft but tight restraint around his wrists.
Lincoln finally skimmed his hands along the top of his pants, savoring the audible gasp from the other man when he dipped his fingers in and touched the curls there.
“You want to see me stroking myself? Want to watch me jerk off in front of you?”
Michael shook his head adamantly. As delicious as the image was, he wanted his brother on him, under him, in him, anywhere but three feet away as he brought himself to fulfillment without the help of his little brother.
“Linc, please…”
The older man smiled as the beginnings of a power trip ran through him. He withdrew his right hand out of his boxers and instead tugged the hooked closure of the slacks loose, then held the tab of the metal zipper in his forefinger and thumb and leisurely, agonizingly pulled the teeth open bit by bit. Michael writhed on the covers.
Lincoln shed the dress pants he still wore until they were simply a bundle of fabric, kicked away to the side of the wall.
Ohgodohgod so fucking hot. Lincoln was so close yet so far, the heat of his exposed body radiating to warm Michael inside and out. He hadn’t seen this much skin in a very long time, and the simple fact that that wonderful, tanned, chiseled body belonged to his older brother (and was about to belong to him) was enough to make his dick jolt from the sheer deliciousness of it.
Lincoln edged forward and crept over Michael’s long, long legs until he was face-level with his little brother’s crotch. He nuzzled the black, cotton boxer-briefs and an electric shock tingled up Michael’s spine. The small break from contact hadn’t done a whole lot to calm him down; in fact, Lincoln’s little striptease had probably pushed him even closer to the edge.
Too close, too close and when Lincoln poked his nose into the gaping slit of his underwear and licked a delicate stripe from the base of his cock to the side of the crown, Michael came. Hard.
Lincoln was taken aback when his little brother suddenly cried out at the small lick and started coming, coming like a geyser that hadn’t blown in years. The older brother hurriedly pulled the elastic band down over the spurting head and prolonged the orgasm by rubbing his lips against the shaft like he was humming a harmonica. Except he was humming his younger brother’s dick, not an instrument, but same thing really because Lincoln could’ve sworn there was music.
After what felt like hours, Michael started to come back down to Earth. He eased into a satisfied smile and started to reach out for his older brother when suddenly, his wrists jerked back and he remembered that he was still bound.
His older brother had wanted to make this one last. Michael looked down at his messy chest and stomach, covered in his own spunk like a twelve year old who had just discovered the magical properties of masturbation. Fuck.
“I- I’m sorry Linc, I didn’t mean to,” he stuttered, mortified at his lack of stamina and even more upset that he couldn’t use his hands to cover himself or wipe the fluid off. He struggled against the scarf, trying to worm his way out of a loosened opening but the bonds were still as unyielding as ever.
Although Michael counted on Lincoln to perhaps laugh, or get annoyed, or at least make fun of him, what he hadn’t expected was for the older man to curse under his breath in a shaky voice and lean in, licking up a swath of the milky liquid off of Michael’s bony hip. And then savor the come on his tongue, before dipping down to sample more.
“Lincoln, what are you…? Stop, that’s gross,” the younger man said, his cheeks flaming in a combination of embarrassment and excitement.
“Not gross,” Lincoln mumbled against Michael’s taut abdomen, kissing the skin there worshipfully. “You taste so good.”
And before Michael could protest, the older brother had scooped up some of the come off his chest onto his index and middle fingers and fed them to the surprised man. Michael froze, the taste of his own sperm melting over his tongue and he eventually sucked the fingers in a little, swallowing the fluid down. It wasn’t so bad… it kind of tasted like Lincoln’s. And he loved the taste of Lincoln’s come. He wryly mused that it figured, that being brothers even their ejaculate tasted similar. He could live with that.
And apparently so could Lincoln, who was doing his part in cleaning up Michael’s mess entirely with his tongue.
“I could get a towel,” Michael meekly offered. In response Lincoln gave one last final lick to the younger man’s dark nipple (at which Michael squeaked like a mouse) and then kissed his brother, full on the lips.
“No need, I licked it all up,” he panted after breaking away. Lincoln then settled his entire body the smaller frame and leaned back in, insisting mouth against open, pliant one. The brothers kissed languidly, tongues exploring the caverns of each others’ mouths and sharing the taste of Michael’s seed.
“Mmm…Michael, Michael,” the older brother repeated the name like a mantra, a word to cling to as he drowned in the other man’s closeness. “Michael, jesuschrist mmm—I wanna fuck you.”
Michael’s brain stopped, even as his body continued kissing, and he was immediately alert at the juxtaposition of four words he had always dreamed of coming out of Lincoln’s sexy mouth. Was this real, was this truly happening?
The older man pressed him down, taking from and ravaging the smaller body at will as Michael was still bound, still unable to use his arms.
“Linc… oh god yes, yes,” yesyesyes and Lincoln was dragging his heated palms down Michael’s sides, hauling the obstructive pants and underwear down thighs and calves that seemed to go on for miles, until they were finally slipped off and the younger man was stretched out on the bed, tied up and gloriously naked with a reawakened erection hard against his stomach, laid open for Lincoln like the best Christmas present he could ever ask for.
“I must’ve been a good boy this year,” Lincoln grinned wolfishly as he licked his lips at the magnificent sight. His baby brother was so, so beautiful. Tired of the younger man’s passivity and the immediate danger of climaxing no longer present, Lincoln smoothed his large hands up Michael’s sinewy biceps and forearms, trying to gain as much skin contact as possible while unknotting the cashmere scarf from Michael’s sore wrists.
“I want you grabbing on to me when I’m inside you, riding you,” he whispered hotly next to the younger man’s sensitized ear. Michael moaned loudly at these rumbled words, the shamelessness of his voice surprising even himself. His newly freed hands immediately latched onto Lincoln’s skin as if magnetized and he roved, exploring the smooth, muscled back beneath his palms. The boys fell into a rhythmic pulse of ravenous kisses, grinding bodies and hands everywhere; on an abdomen, brushing a bristled scalp, cupping a face or massaging an inner thigh. They undulated together like one being and it finally took the demanding presence of two hard cocks to stop them.
“Oh god Linc,” Michael gasped between tongues. “Please…I need you, need you in me, please!”
The yearning in his little brother’s voice drove Lincoln mad with lust and he lifted his body off, hating the sudden distance between them but assuring himself that it was for the greater good. He pressed one more open-mouthed kiss to Michael’s dark, reddened lips.
“You got lotion or anything?”
“In—in my coat pocket.” Michael tried not to pull his brother back to bed, fighting against the natural urge to keep that hard body and delicious warmth against him.
Lincoln slid off and strode to the woolen coat which was draped over the back of a chair. He searched the pockets and eventually found a small, travel-size bottle of Astroglide. The older brother stared at it.
“Oh Mikey, you are bad,” he grinned wickedly. The younger man blushed.
Lincoln went back to the bed and made to take his boxers off but was stilled by a hand.
“Let me do it.” Hushed, reverent.
The older man pulled his thumbs out of the elastic waist and let Michael slither up to him, rubbing his cheek against the silk-restrained hardness that threatened to burn him with its heat. He pulled back and eyed the dark spots of precum and delighted that Lincoln’s impossibly stiff erection was for him, all for him.
“I make you hard,” he breathed in near disbelief.
“Understatement of the year,” Lincoln grumbled as he palmed the back of Michael’s head and urged it forward, seeking ecstasy. “C’mon Mikey, open up a bit.”
“If you promise not to milk in my mouth,” the younger brother rebutted. “Save that load for when you’re deep inside my ass.”
Lincoln nodded a hasty agreement and Michael drew the silk down, parting his soft, swollen lips. Lincoln slid in. The older man pumped his hips ecstatically a few times, his younger brother inhaling through his nose and trying to take it all without gagging. There was something so erotically different between sucking dick and getting your face fucked, and since Michael had almost always belonged in the first camp, it felt like a whole new blowjob to him as Lincoln held his head in place, sliding his meat in and out like the younger man’s mouth was just another wet orifice to fuck.
“Yeah Mikey, that’s it, swallow it down,” Lincoln moaned at the tight, controlled friction and the feeling of Michael’s tongue dancing around his shaft. But soon he was thrusting too hard, too deep and Michael couldn’t breathe anymore and the older man was about to blow his load and so the younger brother reached up and smacked him against the hip, hard.
Lincoln reluctantly withdrew, saliva dripping between his excited member and Michael’s lips which had taken on a blood-red hue and looked so abused that the older man almost felt bad. Almost.
“Sorry,” he apologized, coming back to his senses and realizing that as easily as that seductive mouth could bring him off, he had more pressing things to do with his dick. Like stuff his baby brother full of it.
Michael simply caught his brother’s eye with a coy look and turned over onto his stomach.
“I want you inside me.”
Lincoln’s eyes roved over the elegant dip of his brother’s back, following the spine down until it curved up into a pert, creamy ass that begged to be marked. Beautiful, but not how he wanted it.
“Flip over. I wanna see your face when you’re screaming my name,” he gruffly said, pulling up on Michael’s flared hips and helping him turn onto his back.
“God, Linc,” Michael nearly blushed at his brother’s sexy words but the blood had all gone south, his rigid cock bobbing in a desperate call for attention.
“Up,” Lincoln commanded, placing Michael’s legs onto his strong shoulders and reaching for the small bottle of lube. He quickly worked the clear liquid over his cock until his hand was slipping off, then slathered copious amounts over the younger man’s tight hole. He methodically pressed fingers inside, shutting his ears from the light keening coming from Michael’s mouth lest he abandon the lubricating and fucked him dry for the sheer want of being inside the other man, now.
Then there was Michael, who would’ve climaxed from pure anticipation had he not shot off a load earlier already. The 28-year old thought he’d done everything there was to do with his older brother (except actual fucking, of course) back in his teens, but apparently he had been missing out. For one thing, Michael had never had his legs propped up on Lincoln’s shoulders, his private parts on display as he was getting prepped like a sacrificial virgin. God, it felt good, being bared to the most intimate of places for only his brother’s appreciative eyes, his firm hands, his long, thick cock.
Lincoln had worked two fingers in and after a little difficulty, added a third digit.
“That feel okay?”
“God, yes.”
It was obvious from the way Michael’s ass clung to his fingers that the other man hadn’t done this in a very, very long time. He hadn’t expected his younger brother to wait for him all these years, especially not in college, but the heart-wrenchingly sexy ass in front of him was hinting otherwise. Telling him that Michael had waited, saving this for just the two of them. God, his baby brother was so single-minded sometimes, but hell if that didn’t just make him love him even more.
Finally, he had four fingers easily sliding in and out and Michael had returned to quiet moaning after the initial discomfort. Lincoln deemed him ready; deemed himself ready. For the first time in Lincoln’s entire life, he was ready to consummate everything that existed between the two brothers, sick or beautiful or wrong, till death do them part.
He withdrew his hand from between Michael’s quivering thighs and placed it underneath the leg hooked over his shoulder. With his right hand he guided his erection to Michael’s entrance, slid the spongy head against the puckered hole and rubbed leaking precum over it.
Sensing that Lincoln had changed the beat, shifting from a firm rhythm to something strained, something tense, Michael looked up. In an instant he was graced with the image of his beloved older brother kneeling in front of him with his glistening, veined dick in one hand as he pointed it down, ready to enter him.
All of a sudden, Michael was seized with something that felt suspiciously like panic. You don’t wish on every star and every birthday candle for something your entire life, only to receive it and not panic.
“Wait, Linc,” he blurted. Fuckfuckfuck what the hell am I doing??
Seeing the nervousness written all over the younger man’s face, Lincoln’s heart swelled with something akin to so fucking adorable and he leaned down, placing a slow, comforting kiss to his baby brother’s trembling lips. Michael’s eyes fluttered closed and he concentrated on the feeling, the tactile quality of warm lips chastely pressed against his. It tasted sweet, the gentleness of Lincoln’s aura exuding over him and Michael felt calmed, reassured. Well, reassured with a large side of horny.
“You okay, kiddo?”
“Yeah… yeah. I’m ready.” Michael spread his legs a little wider, reached up and held his brother close against his chest, deliriously breathing in the scent of his older brother.
Nutmeg and brandy and snow and Lincoln was pushing into him, his fingers digging into Michael’s arms as he abruptly stilled himself after the first inch of penetration.
“Linc? I’m okay, it doesn’t hurt,” Michael whispered, canting his hips up to urge his brother in deeper, hotter. Lincoln cried out at the movement and gripped Michael’s biceps until it almost hurt.
“Oh fuck Michael, I—“ Lincoln bit his lip as he struggled to fight off the crescendo of nerves. He rolled his head back, stopping a moment to collect himself. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
Michael waited, watching his brother’s face as he straddled the brink of orgasm. The younger brother tried desperately not to move although all he wanted to do was feel that hard pole lodged somewhere in the vicinity of his throat. Fortunately, Lincoln had gotten his bearings back and responded by driving his hips forward, sheathing himself in one fluid motion.
The younger man cried out before getting muffled by Lincoln’s hand.
“Hush, guest bedroom, remember?” When Michael finally opened his eyes and gave a meek nod, the older brother removed his hand. But it was difficult not let the scream rip out of his throat as Michael felt his big brother’s huge cock (built like a fucking log) fuck his throat from the inside.
“Oh god, Linc,” the younger man hissed in a tortured voice, the only words left in his vocabulary being supplications to heaven and the name of his older brother. Jesusfuckingchrist, Linc, oh god!!!
Lincoln had recovered from his momentary weakness and had bounced back favorably, drilling down into the toe-warming channel that gripped and sucked his dick as elatedly as Michael’s mouth would’ve. Only his baby brother’s sweet ass was tighter, deeper, more; he was inside of Michael and thrusting harder as if he could climb into the other man’s very soul and become one.
Michael was tossing his head and biting his lip so hard to keep quiet that he could feel the metallic tang of blood against his lower teeth, the tip of his tongue. God, he’d waited his entire life for Lincoln to hold him like this, rock against him like this, and damn it if it wasn’t everything he’d imagined (and oh, he’d imagined) and more.
He snaked his hand down to his own dick and latched on amidst the bumping of their bodies, wanting to pay his neglected organ a little attention. But Lincoln swatted his hand away and replaced it with his own, readjusting the angle so that he was thrusting down instead of forwards into Michael’s body. Lincoln swiped up some lube that was dripping out of their joined bodies and then slicked the younger man’s dick up and down in a tight grasp.
“Unghh!!” Michael moaned loudly between clenched teeth, realizing that if his brother kept this up, that he would be coming again all too soon. “Linc, Linc, you’re gonna make me—“
Lincoln heard the desperation in his brother’s voice and squeezed hard in response, almost painfully so.
“Not yet Michael, not until I say so,” he murmured, furiously fisting his brother’s tortured penis and battering his hips into that thin frame.
“Please Linc, oh god please, wanna come, wanna come so bad—“
“Fuck Mikey—” and at this Lincoln let go of his grip, both hands yanking Michael’s hips up so high that the man’s knees were in his own face, ass high in the air as Lincoln drove straight down into him and fucking him so deep that Michael felt his brother’s cock in places he didn’t know existed.
“Oh fuck Lincoln!!!” Michael sobbed and he was coming, coming in stuttered spurts that shot straight down onto his chin, neck, face as Lincoln shoved his meat in so hard that Michael felt his back would snap from the force of it all. At the sight of his baby brother erupting all over his pretty face and mouth, Lincoln’s own orgasm triggered. With a thinly veiled roar the man threw his head back, letting the explosion run its course as he spilled his hot seed into his little brother’s body. Michael’s ass milked it dry, the thick white come flooding out of his hole and oozing along Lincoln’s balls, down the cleft of Michael’s ass, until it dripped all the way onto the base of his spine.
White, unadulterated heat surrounded the two brothers as they lost their minds in rapture, only dispersing after Michael’s shoulder blades began to feel sore from all the weight on them. Noticing his brother’s discomfort, Lincoln wiped the thin trail of ejaculate off of Michael’s lower back and set him down gently. He then pulled out, anticipating the gush of come that accompanied his still-hard dick with an open hand that caught most of the fluid. As Lincoln cleaned them up on auto-pilot (as his mind was still far, far gone), Michael laid back and watched the fluorescent spots behind his eyelids slowly dissipate. Soon his brother was back on the bed beside him, pulling Michael towards his warm, naked body. The younger man eagerly curled up into that gentle embrace, wrapping long arms around Lincoln’s strong back.
“Linc…” he mumbled, eyelashes shivering closed as Michael’s mind slowly shut down. Being with Lincoln like this was everything, the consummation of everything that meant anything to him throughout his life, and at this moment the younger man couldn’t handle anything more. He fell asleep to the smell of winter and Lincoln and sex, a scent that marked this moment of perfection. The younger man was soon slumbering in peaceful silence.
Lincoln pulled the covers over their exhausted bodies and watched Michael’s consciousness give way to gentle sleep. An inexplicable emotion grew inside of him, a feeling that could only be described as love.
“Merry Christmas, Michael,” he whispered shakily. And soon Lincoln too was breathing in quiet, even breaths.
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The morning after
Lincoln woke to the feeling of Michael smiling against his neck.
“Mmm… good morning,” he murmured, rolling onto his side and reaching for his little brother. Expecting glorious skin-on-skin contact, he recoiled when his forearm was met with thick, itchy wool instead. “What—?”
“It’s 9 AM already, I’m late for a meeting,” the younger man said in a teasing voice.
Lincoln groaned and covered his eyes with his arm. “On Christmas Day?? Who the hell schedules a meeting on Christmas?”
“We were both busy on all the other days. And he’s Jewish,” Michael explained. “I didn’t think you and I would be um, hanging out or anything.” Blush.
Lincoln peeked at his little brother from under his arm. “Forget work. Just come back to bed.”
Michael shoved back the temptation, alluring as it was, but it was the lead project director of a very large contract and he couldn’t just stand the guy up. He would be handing his ass on a plate to his boss on Thursday if he did that. Instead of handing it to Lincoln. Oh no, don’t even go there. Paperwork, boring duties, contracts… god Linc looks so cute when he’s rubbing his face…
“What about tonight?,” Michael compromised after stuffing down the urge to join his brother again, opting instead to pull his new cashmere scarf off a bedpost and wrap it around his collar.
“Tonight’s fine,” Lincoln grumpily conceded as he watched his brother fiddle with the ends of the grey scarf. “You know, that gift was supposed to be platonic, Mikey.”
The younger man stopped and looked at his brother amusedly.
“I never did like platonic coming from you.” The younger man smirked impishly and narrowly avoided a pillow thrown at him. “I’ll see you tonight, honey,” Michael called in a singsong voice as he left the bedroom.
Honey?? Lincoln blanched. I am so getting him back for that. Later.
The older brother fell back asleep, content with dreaming about the different ways he could punish the younger man and that presumptuous mouth. It was a good dream.
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Pairing: Michael/Lincoln
Author:
aeroport_artRating: NC-17
Spoilers: Up to 2.03 but mild AU throughout
Word Count: 5,550
Disclaimer: Prison Break is not mine, obviously. And I am not making any money from this, obviously.
Notes: You knew this was coming... PWP and perfectly readable as a standalone for fans of smut XD I'll make these notes short since it's 3:30 AM on a Thursday night. 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.
For previous chapters, ( Click here )
Chapter 14
“Linc—mmph”
“Mmmm… you were saying?”
“Maybe we shou—“ *lick* “ah, shouldn’t be doing this at Lisa’s oh fuck!”
Lincoln had latched onto his brother’s left earlobe, gently biting it with his teeth as he leisurely pulled the hem of Michael’s shirt out of his slacks. He walked forwards, pressing his body against his younger brother’s and forcing Michael to backpedal in the direction of the guest room.
“Are you telling me after waiting all this time, you don’t want me anymore?” Lincoln breathed into Michael’s ear, feigning injury.
“Oh god—“ The vibrations of his brother’s gravelly voice, hot and indecent, went straight to Michael’s dick. He stepped backwards and nearly tripped over the doorframe but his brother’s strong arms held him close. Those same arms were currently steering him deeper into the room until they forcibly pushed the lanky man onto the double bed. The backs of his knees hit the mattress and Michael fell onto the covers, surprised.
His gaze never leaving his baby brother’s, Lincoln shut the door behind him. The soft click of the lock had to be the most arousing sound Michael had heard in a long time. It sounded like decision, an assurance that his older brother wasn’t backing out this time… a promise of pure gratification to come. Michael bit his lips.
“I suppose we could just sleep,” Lincoln teased, sashaying forward. “I am pretty beat.”
Michael supposed he could protest, as his older brother was baiting him to do, but the younger man had years of experience in pressing Lincoln’s buttons. He knew how to turn the tables. So instead of whining and begging for Linc to fuck him, Michael simple leaned back on the bed on his elbows and slowly spread his legs.
A pause.
“It’s not polite to stare, you know,” Michael said with relish.
Lincoln growled and pounced on his baby brother, shutting up that smirking mouth with an urgent kiss. Michael responded eagerly and started violently disrobing his older brother, successfully undoing six buttons before the older man pinned him down and trailed his tongue south.
“Mmm—god, it’s been a fucking decade,” Michael panted as Lincoln busied himself with ridding the new cashmere scarf while attempting to suck his brother’s blood through the skin of that long, pale neck. He rolled the flesh of the throat between his teeth and pulled back, pleased at the red mark that would soon become a hickey, semi-permanent like a henna tattoo. A tattoo that said “Property of Lincoln Burrows”.
Michael grabbed at his brother, snatching the loose shirt that threatened to fall off his broad chest, were it not for the last two secured buttons.
“Off, get these off Linc, wanna feel you,” he moaned wantonly.
“Mikey, I never realized you were such a slut,” Lincoln ribbed, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
“I’ve always been a slut for you, now touch me,” Michael babbled as his body yearned for his brother to stop talking and start doing. He reached up to wrap his arms around Lincoln’s neck, urging the man to come down and give him another kiss, but suddenly his brother grabbed his arms and forced them by Michaels’ side, climbed onto the bed and sat on him.
“Wha- what are you doing?” Michael impatiently wriggled, attempting to get his arms free from between his brother’s strong thighs.
“Now, now, Mikey. Patience is a virtue.”
“Did the words one decade completely go over your head??”
“I’m just saying. If you keep this up, I’m going to blow my load before you even touch me,” he said earnestly. “And you do want to touch me, don’t you?”
“What do you think?” Michael grumbled, still struggling to wrestle his arms out from that unrelenting weight.
“I think that if I get off of you, and you promise to be a good boy and keep your hands to yourself, I’ll make it worth your while.”
Michael grudgingly nodded, realizing that if he wasn’t going to cooperate then his brother would likely get annoyed and possibly (Oh god no) even stop where this was headed.
Lincoln gradually, carefully lifted his weight off of his little brother. Satisfied that the younger man wasn’t going to jump him and jerk him off before they could even have a bit of fun, Lincoln stepped back off the bed and looked at his disheveled brother from a small distance. God, the man was gorgeous.
“Sit up.” Michael sat up.
“Take off the jacket.” Off it went.
“Now the stupid argyle vest.”
“Hey—“ Michael protested before being silenced with a Look. He grumpily grabbed the hem and pulled the vest off in one smooth motion. “I’m being good. Do I get to kiss you yet?”
“Not yet, baby brother. Take off your shirt, first.” Michael hastily undid the first few buttons before catching the lustful expression on his brother’s face. He suddenly wondered why he hadn’t noticed earlier.
Lincoln was looking at him like he was a sumptuous dessert on display in a case, and the feeling was sort of, well. Empowering. Michael slowed down his disrobing until he was fingering the small plastic buttons, slipping them in and out of the notches playfully before unbuttoning them. Lincoln looked like he was ready to blurt something rude but had silenced himself in favor of ravishing his brother with his eyes. Oh, Michael liked that look.
When he had fully unbuttoned the white shirt, he let the edges hang open and leaned back a little bit, fully aware of the strip of bare skin that peeked from his neck all the way down past his belly button like a landing strip.
“I said I want it off,” Lincoln said, his eyes never leaving that hint of pale skin. Michael obliged, shrugging the fabric off with his shoulders, leaving them bared for a few seconds before sitting up and pulling his arms out of the sleeves, then tossing it to the side. He was starting to like this game. And from the looks of it, so was Lincoln.
“Now your pants,” he said huskily.
“That’s just not fair anymore,” Michael objected. “Are you trying to get me naked before you even have your shirt off?”
At this, Lincoln complied in silence as he jerked the last two buttons of his grey dress shirt out and shucked it off to the side. He then grabbed his tight white t-shirt off his back and pulled the garment over his head.
“We fair now?” Lincoln took two deliberate steps forward, the shadows playing off the coiled muscles of his gleaming torso and thrilling the younger brother to no degree. Lincoln approached closer, stalking his prey until his calves brushed the wooden frame of the bed. “I want those pants off, now.”
“No,” the younger man said. Michael made to get up from the bed, stretching his arms out to grab his brother but in one swift motion, the larger man had him pinned to the bed by his thin wrists.
Oh god oh god fuck me now— Michael rambled inwardly, staring at his brother with piercing blue eyes like fire and ice as they blistered with lust.
“How do you expect me to put my cock in you if you won’t take your pants off, Michael?” Lincoln punctuated his intent with a roll of his hips that ground their cocks together. God, the older man was so hot and bothered by the permission to touch Michael, kiss and suck and fuck Michael, and damn it if his emotions weren’t making him a little more rough than he would’ve liked to be.
Lincoln had never liked to play the dominant in their earlier years, even when Michael had begged for it. Even if it was just play, forcing his younger sibling always felt that much dirtier, that much more perverted than just making love, as if that didn’t come with enough baggage on its own. But it had been eleven years, eleven long years since the two had been allowed to take comfort in each others’ bodies, and goddamnit Lincoln couldn’t control himself. He didn’t think he wanted to anymore.
So he pushed his weight down on his elated brother, scrabbled for the cashmere scarf that had been tossed onto a pillow, and promptly tied Michael’s wrists to the headboard with it.
“What, wait Linc, I wanna touch you,” the man weakly protested while his dick screamed otherwise, standing up in arousal at having his brother tie him up. Gods, having his brother force himself onto Michael had always, always been a secret kink of his. Shoved to bruised knees, dick thrust past his unwilling lips, rough hands that grabbed his hips and Linc’s cock (his big brother’s cock) pummeling its way inside his virgin ass… though Michael had never broached the subject quite that explicitly because he knew Lincoln had enough of a guilt complex as is.
However. It looked like the 31-year old had gotten over it, if the double knot of the scarf and lascivious grin was anything to go by. Oh god, Michael was going to come in his pants right there.
“Not yet, baby brother,” Lincoln tutted as if he could read the other man’s mind. “Gonna make this last.”
Lincoln reached down for Michael’s belt buckle and worked it open, the jangle of metal sounding harsh in between quiet moans and soft purrs. The older brother then slowly unzipped the fly, giving Michael’s straining erection a little relief as it sprang up, tenting in its still too-tight boxer briefs.
“God Mikey, you look so hot,” Lincoln breathed heavily, inhaling the achingly familiar musk that never failed to turn him on like a switch. He fought off the urge to simply pull out his brother’s steel dick and suck him off, craving Michael’s sweet come in his stomach. Instead, the older brother backed off and stood at the foot of the bed.
“Linc?” Michael asked in a small voice, worried. Come back.
The older man simply lowered his hands to his own pants, enticingly undoing his own belt and pulling the leather ends loose to provide access to his fly. Michael laid supine, struggling excitedly in the soft but tight restraint around his wrists.
Lincoln finally skimmed his hands along the top of his pants, savoring the audible gasp from the other man when he dipped his fingers in and touched the curls there.
“You want to see me stroking myself? Want to watch me jerk off in front of you?”
Michael shook his head adamantly. As delicious as the image was, he wanted his brother on him, under him, in him, anywhere but three feet away as he brought himself to fulfillment without the help of his little brother.
“Linc, please…”
The older man smiled as the beginnings of a power trip ran through him. He withdrew his right hand out of his boxers and instead tugged the hooked closure of the slacks loose, then held the tab of the metal zipper in his forefinger and thumb and leisurely, agonizingly pulled the teeth open bit by bit. Michael writhed on the covers.
Lincoln shed the dress pants he still wore until they were simply a bundle of fabric, kicked away to the side of the wall.
Ohgodohgod so fucking hot. Lincoln was so close yet so far, the heat of his exposed body radiating to warm Michael inside and out. He hadn’t seen this much skin in a very long time, and the simple fact that that wonderful, tanned, chiseled body belonged to his older brother (and was about to belong to him) was enough to make his dick jolt from the sheer deliciousness of it.
Lincoln edged forward and crept over Michael’s long, long legs until he was face-level with his little brother’s crotch. He nuzzled the black, cotton boxer-briefs and an electric shock tingled up Michael’s spine. The small break from contact hadn’t done a whole lot to calm him down; in fact, Lincoln’s little striptease had probably pushed him even closer to the edge.
Too close, too close and when Lincoln poked his nose into the gaping slit of his underwear and licked a delicate stripe from the base of his cock to the side of the crown, Michael came. Hard.
Lincoln was taken aback when his little brother suddenly cried out at the small lick and started coming, coming like a geyser that hadn’t blown in years. The older brother hurriedly pulled the elastic band down over the spurting head and prolonged the orgasm by rubbing his lips against the shaft like he was humming a harmonica. Except he was humming his younger brother’s dick, not an instrument, but same thing really because Lincoln could’ve sworn there was music.
After what felt like hours, Michael started to come back down to Earth. He eased into a satisfied smile and started to reach out for his older brother when suddenly, his wrists jerked back and he remembered that he was still bound.
His older brother had wanted to make this one last. Michael looked down at his messy chest and stomach, covered in his own spunk like a twelve year old who had just discovered the magical properties of masturbation. Fuck.
“I- I’m sorry Linc, I didn’t mean to,” he stuttered, mortified at his lack of stamina and even more upset that he couldn’t use his hands to cover himself or wipe the fluid off. He struggled against the scarf, trying to worm his way out of a loosened opening but the bonds were still as unyielding as ever.
Although Michael counted on Lincoln to perhaps laugh, or get annoyed, or at least make fun of him, what he hadn’t expected was for the older man to curse under his breath in a shaky voice and lean in, licking up a swath of the milky liquid off of Michael’s bony hip. And then savor the come on his tongue, before dipping down to sample more.
“Lincoln, what are you…? Stop, that’s gross,” the younger man said, his cheeks flaming in a combination of embarrassment and excitement.
“Not gross,” Lincoln mumbled against Michael’s taut abdomen, kissing the skin there worshipfully. “You taste so good.”
And before Michael could protest, the older brother had scooped up some of the come off his chest onto his index and middle fingers and fed them to the surprised man. Michael froze, the taste of his own sperm melting over his tongue and he eventually sucked the fingers in a little, swallowing the fluid down. It wasn’t so bad… it kind of tasted like Lincoln’s. And he loved the taste of Lincoln’s come. He wryly mused that it figured, that being brothers even their ejaculate tasted similar. He could live with that.
And apparently so could Lincoln, who was doing his part in cleaning up Michael’s mess entirely with his tongue.
“I could get a towel,” Michael meekly offered. In response Lincoln gave one last final lick to the younger man’s dark nipple (at which Michael squeaked like a mouse) and then kissed his brother, full on the lips.
“No need, I licked it all up,” he panted after breaking away. Lincoln then settled his entire body the smaller frame and leaned back in, insisting mouth against open, pliant one. The brothers kissed languidly, tongues exploring the caverns of each others’ mouths and sharing the taste of Michael’s seed.
“Mmm…Michael, Michael,” the older brother repeated the name like a mantra, a word to cling to as he drowned in the other man’s closeness. “Michael, jesuschrist mmm—I wanna fuck you.”
Michael’s brain stopped, even as his body continued kissing, and he was immediately alert at the juxtaposition of four words he had always dreamed of coming out of Lincoln’s sexy mouth. Was this real, was this truly happening?
The older man pressed him down, taking from and ravaging the smaller body at will as Michael was still bound, still unable to use his arms.
“Linc… oh god yes, yes,” yesyesyes and Lincoln was dragging his heated palms down Michael’s sides, hauling the obstructive pants and underwear down thighs and calves that seemed to go on for miles, until they were finally slipped off and the younger man was stretched out on the bed, tied up and gloriously naked with a reawakened erection hard against his stomach, laid open for Lincoln like the best Christmas present he could ever ask for.
“I must’ve been a good boy this year,” Lincoln grinned wolfishly as he licked his lips at the magnificent sight. His baby brother was so, so beautiful. Tired of the younger man’s passivity and the immediate danger of climaxing no longer present, Lincoln smoothed his large hands up Michael’s sinewy biceps and forearms, trying to gain as much skin contact as possible while unknotting the cashmere scarf from Michael’s sore wrists.
“I want you grabbing on to me when I’m inside you, riding you,” he whispered hotly next to the younger man’s sensitized ear. Michael moaned loudly at these rumbled words, the shamelessness of his voice surprising even himself. His newly freed hands immediately latched onto Lincoln’s skin as if magnetized and he roved, exploring the smooth, muscled back beneath his palms. The boys fell into a rhythmic pulse of ravenous kisses, grinding bodies and hands everywhere; on an abdomen, brushing a bristled scalp, cupping a face or massaging an inner thigh. They undulated together like one being and it finally took the demanding presence of two hard cocks to stop them.
“Oh god Linc,” Michael gasped between tongues. “Please…I need you, need you in me, please!”
The yearning in his little brother’s voice drove Lincoln mad with lust and he lifted his body off, hating the sudden distance between them but assuring himself that it was for the greater good. He pressed one more open-mouthed kiss to Michael’s dark, reddened lips.
“You got lotion or anything?”
“In—in my coat pocket.” Michael tried not to pull his brother back to bed, fighting against the natural urge to keep that hard body and delicious warmth against him.
Lincoln slid off and strode to the woolen coat which was draped over the back of a chair. He searched the pockets and eventually found a small, travel-size bottle of Astroglide. The older brother stared at it.
“Oh Mikey, you are bad,” he grinned wickedly. The younger man blushed.
Lincoln went back to the bed and made to take his boxers off but was stilled by a hand.
“Let me do it.” Hushed, reverent.
The older man pulled his thumbs out of the elastic waist and let Michael slither up to him, rubbing his cheek against the silk-restrained hardness that threatened to burn him with its heat. He pulled back and eyed the dark spots of precum and delighted that Lincoln’s impossibly stiff erection was for him, all for him.
“I make you hard,” he breathed in near disbelief.
“Understatement of the year,” Lincoln grumbled as he palmed the back of Michael’s head and urged it forward, seeking ecstasy. “C’mon Mikey, open up a bit.”
“If you promise not to milk in my mouth,” the younger brother rebutted. “Save that load for when you’re deep inside my ass.”
Lincoln nodded a hasty agreement and Michael drew the silk down, parting his soft, swollen lips. Lincoln slid in. The older man pumped his hips ecstatically a few times, his younger brother inhaling through his nose and trying to take it all without gagging. There was something so erotically different between sucking dick and getting your face fucked, and since Michael had almost always belonged in the first camp, it felt like a whole new blowjob to him as Lincoln held his head in place, sliding his meat in and out like the younger man’s mouth was just another wet orifice to fuck.
“Yeah Mikey, that’s it, swallow it down,” Lincoln moaned at the tight, controlled friction and the feeling of Michael’s tongue dancing around his shaft. But soon he was thrusting too hard, too deep and Michael couldn’t breathe anymore and the older man was about to blow his load and so the younger brother reached up and smacked him against the hip, hard.
Lincoln reluctantly withdrew, saliva dripping between his excited member and Michael’s lips which had taken on a blood-red hue and looked so abused that the older man almost felt bad. Almost.
“Sorry,” he apologized, coming back to his senses and realizing that as easily as that seductive mouth could bring him off, he had more pressing things to do with his dick. Like stuff his baby brother full of it.
Michael simply caught his brother’s eye with a coy look and turned over onto his stomach.
“I want you inside me.”
Lincoln’s eyes roved over the elegant dip of his brother’s back, following the spine down until it curved up into a pert, creamy ass that begged to be marked. Beautiful, but not how he wanted it.
“Flip over. I wanna see your face when you’re screaming my name,” he gruffly said, pulling up on Michael’s flared hips and helping him turn onto his back.
“God, Linc,” Michael nearly blushed at his brother’s sexy words but the blood had all gone south, his rigid cock bobbing in a desperate call for attention.
“Up,” Lincoln commanded, placing Michael’s legs onto his strong shoulders and reaching for the small bottle of lube. He quickly worked the clear liquid over his cock until his hand was slipping off, then slathered copious amounts over the younger man’s tight hole. He methodically pressed fingers inside, shutting his ears from the light keening coming from Michael’s mouth lest he abandon the lubricating and fucked him dry for the sheer want of being inside the other man, now.
Then there was Michael, who would’ve climaxed from pure anticipation had he not shot off a load earlier already. The 28-year old thought he’d done everything there was to do with his older brother (except actual fucking, of course) back in his teens, but apparently he had been missing out. For one thing, Michael had never had his legs propped up on Lincoln’s shoulders, his private parts on display as he was getting prepped like a sacrificial virgin. God, it felt good, being bared to the most intimate of places for only his brother’s appreciative eyes, his firm hands, his long, thick cock.
Lincoln had worked two fingers in and after a little difficulty, added a third digit.
“That feel okay?”
“God, yes.”
It was obvious from the way Michael’s ass clung to his fingers that the other man hadn’t done this in a very, very long time. He hadn’t expected his younger brother to wait for him all these years, especially not in college, but the heart-wrenchingly sexy ass in front of him was hinting otherwise. Telling him that Michael had waited, saving this for just the two of them. God, his baby brother was so single-minded sometimes, but hell if that didn’t just make him love him even more.
Finally, he had four fingers easily sliding in and out and Michael had returned to quiet moaning after the initial discomfort. Lincoln deemed him ready; deemed himself ready. For the first time in Lincoln’s entire life, he was ready to consummate everything that existed between the two brothers, sick or beautiful or wrong, till death do them part.
He withdrew his hand from between Michael’s quivering thighs and placed it underneath the leg hooked over his shoulder. With his right hand he guided his erection to Michael’s entrance, slid the spongy head against the puckered hole and rubbed leaking precum over it.
Sensing that Lincoln had changed the beat, shifting from a firm rhythm to something strained, something tense, Michael looked up. In an instant he was graced with the image of his beloved older brother kneeling in front of him with his glistening, veined dick in one hand as he pointed it down, ready to enter him.
All of a sudden, Michael was seized with something that felt suspiciously like panic. You don’t wish on every star and every birthday candle for something your entire life, only to receive it and not panic.
“Wait, Linc,” he blurted. Fuckfuckfuck what the hell am I doing??
Seeing the nervousness written all over the younger man’s face, Lincoln’s heart swelled with something akin to so fucking adorable and he leaned down, placing a slow, comforting kiss to his baby brother’s trembling lips. Michael’s eyes fluttered closed and he concentrated on the feeling, the tactile quality of warm lips chastely pressed against his. It tasted sweet, the gentleness of Lincoln’s aura exuding over him and Michael felt calmed, reassured. Well, reassured with a large side of horny.
“You okay, kiddo?”
“Yeah… yeah. I’m ready.” Michael spread his legs a little wider, reached up and held his brother close against his chest, deliriously breathing in the scent of his older brother.
Nutmeg and brandy and snow and Lincoln was pushing into him, his fingers digging into Michael’s arms as he abruptly stilled himself after the first inch of penetration.
“Linc? I’m okay, it doesn’t hurt,” Michael whispered, canting his hips up to urge his brother in deeper, hotter. Lincoln cried out at the movement and gripped Michael’s biceps until it almost hurt.
“Oh fuck Michael, I—“ Lincoln bit his lip as he struggled to fight off the crescendo of nerves. He rolled his head back, stopping a moment to collect himself. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
Michael waited, watching his brother’s face as he straddled the brink of orgasm. The younger brother tried desperately not to move although all he wanted to do was feel that hard pole lodged somewhere in the vicinity of his throat. Fortunately, Lincoln had gotten his bearings back and responded by driving his hips forward, sheathing himself in one fluid motion.
The younger man cried out before getting muffled by Lincoln’s hand.
“Hush, guest bedroom, remember?” When Michael finally opened his eyes and gave a meek nod, the older brother removed his hand. But it was difficult not let the scream rip out of his throat as Michael felt his big brother’s huge cock (built like a fucking log) fuck his throat from the inside.
“Oh god, Linc,” the younger man hissed in a tortured voice, the only words left in his vocabulary being supplications to heaven and the name of his older brother. Jesusfuckingchrist, Linc, oh god!!!
Lincoln had recovered from his momentary weakness and had bounced back favorably, drilling down into the toe-warming channel that gripped and sucked his dick as elatedly as Michael’s mouth would’ve. Only his baby brother’s sweet ass was tighter, deeper, more; he was inside of Michael and thrusting harder as if he could climb into the other man’s very soul and become one.
Michael was tossing his head and biting his lip so hard to keep quiet that he could feel the metallic tang of blood against his lower teeth, the tip of his tongue. God, he’d waited his entire life for Lincoln to hold him like this, rock against him like this, and damn it if it wasn’t everything he’d imagined (and oh, he’d imagined) and more.
He snaked his hand down to his own dick and latched on amidst the bumping of their bodies, wanting to pay his neglected organ a little attention. But Lincoln swatted his hand away and replaced it with his own, readjusting the angle so that he was thrusting down instead of forwards into Michael’s body. Lincoln swiped up some lube that was dripping out of their joined bodies and then slicked the younger man’s dick up and down in a tight grasp.
“Unghh!!” Michael moaned loudly between clenched teeth, realizing that if his brother kept this up, that he would be coming again all too soon. “Linc, Linc, you’re gonna make me—“
Lincoln heard the desperation in his brother’s voice and squeezed hard in response, almost painfully so.
“Not yet Michael, not until I say so,” he murmured, furiously fisting his brother’s tortured penis and battering his hips into that thin frame.
“Please Linc, oh god please, wanna come, wanna come so bad—“
“Fuck Mikey—” and at this Lincoln let go of his grip, both hands yanking Michael’s hips up so high that the man’s knees were in his own face, ass high in the air as Lincoln drove straight down into him and fucking him so deep that Michael felt his brother’s cock in places he didn’t know existed.
“Oh fuck Lincoln!!!” Michael sobbed and he was coming, coming in stuttered spurts that shot straight down onto his chin, neck, face as Lincoln shoved his meat in so hard that Michael felt his back would snap from the force of it all. At the sight of his baby brother erupting all over his pretty face and mouth, Lincoln’s own orgasm triggered. With a thinly veiled roar the man threw his head back, letting the explosion run its course as he spilled his hot seed into his little brother’s body. Michael’s ass milked it dry, the thick white come flooding out of his hole and oozing along Lincoln’s balls, down the cleft of Michael’s ass, until it dripped all the way onto the base of his spine.
White, unadulterated heat surrounded the two brothers as they lost their minds in rapture, only dispersing after Michael’s shoulder blades began to feel sore from all the weight on them. Noticing his brother’s discomfort, Lincoln wiped the thin trail of ejaculate off of Michael’s lower back and set him down gently. He then pulled out, anticipating the gush of come that accompanied his still-hard dick with an open hand that caught most of the fluid. As Lincoln cleaned them up on auto-pilot (as his mind was still far, far gone), Michael laid back and watched the fluorescent spots behind his eyelids slowly dissipate. Soon his brother was back on the bed beside him, pulling Michael towards his warm, naked body. The younger man eagerly curled up into that gentle embrace, wrapping long arms around Lincoln’s strong back.
“Linc…” he mumbled, eyelashes shivering closed as Michael’s mind slowly shut down. Being with Lincoln like this was everything, the consummation of everything that meant anything to him throughout his life, and at this moment the younger man couldn’t handle anything more. He fell asleep to the smell of winter and Lincoln and sex, a scent that marked this moment of perfection. The younger man was soon slumbering in peaceful silence.
Lincoln pulled the covers over their exhausted bodies and watched Michael’s consciousness give way to gentle sleep. An inexplicable emotion grew inside of him, a feeling that could only be described as love.
“Merry Christmas, Michael,” he whispered shakily. And soon Lincoln too was breathing in quiet, even breaths.
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The morning after
Lincoln woke to the feeling of Michael smiling against his neck.
“Mmm… good morning,” he murmured, rolling onto his side and reaching for his little brother. Expecting glorious skin-on-skin contact, he recoiled when his forearm was met with thick, itchy wool instead. “What—?”
“It’s 9 AM already, I’m late for a meeting,” the younger man said in a teasing voice.
Lincoln groaned and covered his eyes with his arm. “On Christmas Day?? Who the hell schedules a meeting on Christmas?”
“We were both busy on all the other days. And he’s Jewish,” Michael explained. “I didn’t think you and I would be um, hanging out or anything.” Blush.
Lincoln peeked at his little brother from under his arm. “Forget work. Just come back to bed.”
Michael shoved back the temptation, alluring as it was, but it was the lead project director of a very large contract and he couldn’t just stand the guy up. He would be handing his ass on a plate to his boss on Thursday if he did that. Instead of handing it to Lincoln. Oh no, don’t even go there. Paperwork, boring duties, contracts… god Linc looks so cute when he’s rubbing his face…
“What about tonight?,” Michael compromised after stuffing down the urge to join his brother again, opting instead to pull his new cashmere scarf off a bedpost and wrap it around his collar.
“Tonight’s fine,” Lincoln grumpily conceded as he watched his brother fiddle with the ends of the grey scarf. “You know, that gift was supposed to be platonic, Mikey.”
The younger man stopped and looked at his brother amusedly.
“I never did like platonic coming from you.” The younger man smirked impishly and narrowly avoided a pillow thrown at him. “I’ll see you tonight, honey,” Michael called in a singsong voice as he left the bedroom.
Honey?? Lincoln blanched. I am so getting him back for that. Later.
The older brother fell back asleep, content with dreaming about the different ways he could punish the younger man and that presumptuous mouth. It was a good dream.
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Date: 2006-10-27 11:41 am (UTC)That was awesome! But wasn't the following morning Christmas Day? In Lisa and LJ's house? ;)
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Date: 2006-10-27 03:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-28 12:01 am (UTC)I thought I was imaginging things at first!
*totters off to read again*
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Date: 2006-10-27 05:10 pm (UTC)I'm really looking forward to reading what happens next :D
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Date: 2006-10-27 09:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-27 05:15 pm (UTC)*realizes I have to start breathing in order to get some oxygen into my lungs*...........
Oh man, so that's why my eyes hurt so bad - been sitting one inch away form the bright screen the entire time, eyes popping out of my head.
I just....there are no words. The way you built this night up, the waiting, the tension, the way it was acted out - Michael and Lincoln at their absolute best, playing the roles they were meant to play. ;) And you included the morning after scene. Feels like you went all the way to please us with this chapter.
*bows down* You are my godess.
*glances at watch for the first time now and realizes I've just missed my friday night workout* And it was SO TOTALLY FUCKING WORTH IT!! I was ready to take off and everything, just wanted to check in to see if there was anything new to read later.
Don't know what else to say. Loved evvery word of it. Now I gotta save it in my personal library right away, in case it should vanish right before my eyes.
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Date: 2006-10-27 10:43 pm (UTC)chokes on own drool
GAH! When do we get Chapter 15? When? (I can wait patiently if I have some sort of estimated target. Otherwise, it'll be constant harassment for you.)
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Date: 2006-10-28 08:11 am (UTC)I dunno when chapter 15 will be out : x. I haven't started working on it or anything but I'll be sure to let y'all know when I have a clearer idea of when it's coming out ^.^
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Date: 2006-10-28 01:17 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-10-28 03:01 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-10-29 05:31 pm (UTC)I see you update quite frequently *kudos*, so I'm adding you to my list if you don't mind: I don't wanna risk missing any future chapters :)
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Date: 2006-10-29 06:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-08 10:54 am (UTC)Look out for me!!
*hugs*
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Date: 2006-12-09 06:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-09 05:37 pm (UTC)Michael finally got what he'd dreamed of all those lonely years! It almost makes me want to sob with happiness for him!
In a long line of wonderful chapters this one is the best! So far! *winks*
Thank you, sweetheart!
*hugs*
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Date: 2006-12-09 09:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-10 11:24 am (UTC)And the pleasure was all mine!
*hugs*