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neaFandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Michael Scofield/Lincoln Burrows
Author:nea
Rating: NC-17 (because they are brothers)
Author's note: Completely AU after they got to Panama
Author's note 2: Hugs and kisses go to my sweet beta dulcitone
Warnings: Has a few kinks of mine but nothing really worth warning, I guess...
Disclaimer: Although I feel quite possessive about them, I didn't create them. But this little PWPis mine.
Title: What we are
Michael lifts his head to look at Lincoln who comes back to the boat from the ocean.
"Hi." He smiles.
Lincoln smiles back, grabbing a towel before he begins to dry himself off. After that he steps on the blanket where Michael lies on his stomach, and, careful not to crush him with his weight, covers Michael's body with his own.
"Hey," Lincoln says finally, close to Michael's ear, and his body feels so good against his back, still a little wet, yet hot, that Michael lets out a small content sigh.
"Like that?" Lincoln kisses his shoulder, before Michael can answer.
"Yeah..." Michael murmurs, while Lincoln's lips move slowly over his neck to his favourite spot on Michael's throat, where he sucks a little on the tender skin, until Michael turns his head slightly to expose more skin for Lincoln to reach.
"Come here..." Michael begins to say, but Lincoln just grins and licks the upper tip of the left angel wing on Michael's back, traces the fine lines tattooed on his younger brother's back slowly with his tongue, until he meets his spine and feels Michael's muscles tense and shift underneath him.
"Come here" Michael tries again. "Linc..." And Lincoln almost does, because Michael sounds a little impatient, a little needy and a little pissed – a mixture that works just fine for Lincoln.
"No," he says between licks and kisses and changes his position a little. "I'm kind of busy here..." His thigh presses now between Michael's thighs and Lincoln is sure Michael wants to object, but he just lets out a gasp instead. That's when Lincoln stops and gets back up to Michael.
"What do you want?" he whispers into Michael's ear, brushing his earlobe almost accidently with his lower lip, although he already knows, of course.
"You," his brother says, shifting quickly, and kisses Lincoln, wrapping his arms around Lincoln's neck. They both moan when their tongues finally touch and Lincoln deepens the kiss immediately, until they have to part in need for air.
"Be careful what you wish for..." Lincoln says half seriously, his mouth still close to Michael's lips.
"... because I might get it?" Michael finishs the sentence, before kissing Lincoln again. "I've been careful long enough..." he decides, moving his palms over Lincoln's shoulders and makes a displeased sound when Lincoln breaks the kiss.
But Lincoln just moves his attention to Michael's throat for a moment, feeling Michael's racing pulse under his tongue, licking and kissing his way lower, across his collarbone, over the fine dark lines on his younger brother's skin.
"You like that tattoo, don't you?" Michael wants to know suddenly when Lincoln takes his time to move his fingertips followed by his lips over the angel and demon tattooed on his chest.
"Of course I like it..." Lincoln's mumbled answer sounds almost as if he had asked something very obvious or even silly. "How could I not? It kinda marks you as mine..."
"Yeah, that was kind of a side effect..." Michael grins and takes in a sharp breath as Lincoln kisses around his navel, while his fingers play with the waistband of Michael's shorts.
Michael lifts his hips a little to make it easier for his older brother to pull them down and take them off. After that he rests his right leg on Lincoln's shoulder who licks gently on his hipbone while his hot fingers move over the sensitive skin on Michael's left inner thigh, leaving hot invisible traces and kisses there.
When Lincoln finally licks him lengthways a few times, Michael gives a rather unpatient moan above his head and his older brother grins, before taking him in his mouth, still teasing him with tongue and lips and keeping Michael's left thigh in place. He moves his right hand a little up so he can feel Michael breathe.
And Michael breathes quickly now, putting one of his hands on Lincoln's hand and the other on Lincoln's neck – not because he wants to force or guide him to do anything (his older brother knows exactly what he is doing as he starts sucking) but to feel him there.
Michael knows Lincoln's body by heart already. He knows how soft the skin on Lincoln's neck is or the way the muscles in his shouldersr flex and Michael knows he could recognize Lincoln out of millions of men just by touching him.
He moves his fingers across every inch of Lincoln's skin he can reach and bites his lips, trying to hold back the moans and gasps caused by Lincoln's caresses; it's a habit from after their escape when it was necessary so the others wouldn't hear them – pointless now when they are alone.
"Linc, I'm..." It's pretty hard to articulate when Lincoln's doing such things to him. "Please, you..." Michael starts again, but he is not able to finish whatever he wants to say, because Lincoln sucks harder now and Michael comes with his brother's name on his lips.
"Sorry..." he whispers, trying to breathe with his eyes still closed.
"Don't be silly, what are you sorry for?" Lincoln's voice is close to his ear now, so Michael slowly opens his eyes again, just to see his brother looking at him with a soft expression in his eyes and when Lincoln kisses him, Michael can taste himself on his brother's lips and that's way hotter that it should ever be.
"You're mine" says Michael, still a little out of breath, yet quite possessively, moving his fingers gently over Lincoln's features: starting at his forehead, temple, eyes, cheeks and lips and the way he looks at Lincoln leaves no doubts that he means it, so Lincoln nods, because he knows that it's exactly like that.
They lay there for a moment in a content silence just looking at each other, breathing and touching until Michael gets up.
"You coming?" he asks in a husky voice already on the way under deck, looking at Lincoln over his shoulder with a smirk.
"You tell me..." Lincoln answers with a grin, getting up as well and follows Michael to their cabin.
Pairing: Michael Scofield/Lincoln Burrows
Author:
neaRating: NC-17 (because they are brothers)
Author's note: Completely AU after they got to Panama
Author's note 2: Hugs and kisses go to my sweet beta dulcitone
Warnings: Has a few kinks of mine but nothing really worth warning, I guess...
Disclaimer: Although I feel quite possessive about them, I didn't create them. But this little PWPis mine.
Title: What we are
Michael lifts his head to look at Lincoln who comes back to the boat from the ocean.
"Hi." He smiles.
Lincoln smiles back, grabbing a towel before he begins to dry himself off. After that he steps on the blanket where Michael lies on his stomach, and, careful not to crush him with his weight, covers Michael's body with his own.
"Hey," Lincoln says finally, close to Michael's ear, and his body feels so good against his back, still a little wet, yet hot, that Michael lets out a small content sigh.
"Like that?" Lincoln kisses his shoulder, before Michael can answer.
"Yeah..." Michael murmurs, while Lincoln's lips move slowly over his neck to his favourite spot on Michael's throat, where he sucks a little on the tender skin, until Michael turns his head slightly to expose more skin for Lincoln to reach.
"Come here..." Michael begins to say, but Lincoln just grins and licks the upper tip of the left angel wing on Michael's back, traces the fine lines tattooed on his younger brother's back slowly with his tongue, until he meets his spine and feels Michael's muscles tense and shift underneath him.
"Come here" Michael tries again. "Linc..." And Lincoln almost does, because Michael sounds a little impatient, a little needy and a little pissed – a mixture that works just fine for Lincoln.
"No," he says between licks and kisses and changes his position a little. "I'm kind of busy here..." His thigh presses now between Michael's thighs and Lincoln is sure Michael wants to object, but he just lets out a gasp instead. That's when Lincoln stops and gets back up to Michael.
"What do you want?" he whispers into Michael's ear, brushing his earlobe almost accidently with his lower lip, although he already knows, of course.
"You," his brother says, shifting quickly, and kisses Lincoln, wrapping his arms around Lincoln's neck. They both moan when their tongues finally touch and Lincoln deepens the kiss immediately, until they have to part in need for air.
"Be careful what you wish for..." Lincoln says half seriously, his mouth still close to Michael's lips.
"... because I might get it?" Michael finishs the sentence, before kissing Lincoln again. "I've been careful long enough..." he decides, moving his palms over Lincoln's shoulders and makes a displeased sound when Lincoln breaks the kiss.
But Lincoln just moves his attention to Michael's throat for a moment, feeling Michael's racing pulse under his tongue, licking and kissing his way lower, across his collarbone, over the fine dark lines on his younger brother's skin.
"You like that tattoo, don't you?" Michael wants to know suddenly when Lincoln takes his time to move his fingertips followed by his lips over the angel and demon tattooed on his chest.
"Of course I like it..." Lincoln's mumbled answer sounds almost as if he had asked something very obvious or even silly. "How could I not? It kinda marks you as mine..."
"Yeah, that was kind of a side effect..." Michael grins and takes in a sharp breath as Lincoln kisses around his navel, while his fingers play with the waistband of Michael's shorts.
Michael lifts his hips a little to make it easier for his older brother to pull them down and take them off. After that he rests his right leg on Lincoln's shoulder who licks gently on his hipbone while his hot fingers move over the sensitive skin on Michael's left inner thigh, leaving hot invisible traces and kisses there.
When Lincoln finally licks him lengthways a few times, Michael gives a rather unpatient moan above his head and his older brother grins, before taking him in his mouth, still teasing him with tongue and lips and keeping Michael's left thigh in place. He moves his right hand a little up so he can feel Michael breathe.
And Michael breathes quickly now, putting one of his hands on Lincoln's hand and the other on Lincoln's neck – not because he wants to force or guide him to do anything (his older brother knows exactly what he is doing as he starts sucking) but to feel him there.
Michael knows Lincoln's body by heart already. He knows how soft the skin on Lincoln's neck is or the way the muscles in his shouldersr flex and Michael knows he could recognize Lincoln out of millions of men just by touching him.
He moves his fingers across every inch of Lincoln's skin he can reach and bites his lips, trying to hold back the moans and gasps caused by Lincoln's caresses; it's a habit from after their escape when it was necessary so the others wouldn't hear them – pointless now when they are alone.
"Linc, I'm..." It's pretty hard to articulate when Lincoln's doing such things to him. "Please, you..." Michael starts again, but he is not able to finish whatever he wants to say, because Lincoln sucks harder now and Michael comes with his brother's name on his lips.
"Sorry..." he whispers, trying to breathe with his eyes still closed.
"Don't be silly, what are you sorry for?" Lincoln's voice is close to his ear now, so Michael slowly opens his eyes again, just to see his brother looking at him with a soft expression in his eyes and when Lincoln kisses him, Michael can taste himself on his brother's lips and that's way hotter that it should ever be.
"You're mine" says Michael, still a little out of breath, yet quite possessively, moving his fingers gently over Lincoln's features: starting at his forehead, temple, eyes, cheeks and lips and the way he looks at Lincoln leaves no doubts that he means it, so Lincoln nods, because he knows that it's exactly like that.
They lay there for a moment in a content silence just looking at each other, breathing and touching until Michael gets up.
"You coming?" he asks in a husky voice already on the way under deck, looking at Lincoln over his shoulder with a smirk.
"You tell me..." Lincoln answers with a grin, getting up as well and follows Michael to their cabin.
