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neaAuthor: nea
Fandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Michael Scofield/Lincoln Burrows
Rating: R (for the subject)
Author's note: All thanks and candy to my awesome beta dulcitone
Disclaimer: Michael and Lincoln belong to each other and to Paul T. Scheuring but this fic is all mine.
Title: Sunrise
"Why aren't you sleeping?" asked Lincoln, voice low and heavy from his own sleep. He woke up because of the early sun rays on his face.
"Bird..." The sun was rising; it was too early for complete sentences – even for Michael. A bird has been singing loudly behind the window and woke him up a few minutes ago.
It seemed to be enough for Lincoln, though, because he didn't ask further questions, but shifted a little, wrapping an arm around his younger brother's waist and pulled him closer.
Michael leant in for a kiss, brushing his lips against Lincoln's, making him purr with content.
He nestled against Lincoln's warm body, who traced the lines of the tattoo on Michael's skin with his fingers for a moment, and after another kiss they closed their eyes again.
In two hours they could still continue from where they stopped now...
neaFandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Michael Scofield/Lincoln Burrows
Rating: R (for the subject)
Author's note: All thanks and candy to my awesome beta dulcitone
Disclaimer: Michael and Lincoln belong to each other and to Paul T. Scheuring but this fic is all mine.
Title: Sunrise
"Why aren't you sleeping?" asked Lincoln, voice low and heavy from his own sleep. He woke up because of the early sun rays on his face.
"Bird..." The sun was rising; it was too early for complete sentences – even for Michael. A bird has been singing loudly behind the window and woke him up a few minutes ago.
It seemed to be enough for Lincoln, though, because he didn't ask further questions, but shifted a little, wrapping an arm around his younger brother's waist and pulled him closer.
Michael leant in for a kiss, brushing his lips against Lincoln's, making him purr with content.
He nestled against Lincoln's warm body, who traced the lines of the tattoo on Michael's skin with his fingers for a moment, and after another kiss they closed their eyes again.
In two hours they could still continue from where they stopped now...
