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neaFandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Michael Scofield/Lincoln Burrows
Author:nea
Rating: R (maybe NC-17, because they are brothers, y'know?)
Author's note My everlasting gratitude goes tostarsandseas, my awesome beta!
Warnings: slashy brothers, AU, crossover, fluff,
Word count: 2500+
Disclaimer: Each other's – not mine. The title and cut are shamelessly stolen from one of Placebo's songs... The song mentioned in the fic belongs to Nine Inch Nails
Title: Change of skin
"So?" Lincoln put their backpack next to the cupboard in their hotel room and sat on the bed. "Why are we doing this, again?"
"Because," Michael opened it and started putting their clothes into the cupboard. They'd just stay over the weekend, so he was quickly done with it. "Because I think we deserve a few days alone, after everything we had to go through..." he continued, coming closer.
"We could have gone anywhere," Lincoln said, looking up, because his younger brother was now right in front of him, his legs touching Lincoln's knees. "Why does it have to be Pittsburgh?"
"You would have gone anywhere with me?" Michael asked in a low voice, sliding his hand up at the side of Lincoln's neck.
"Do I really have to answer that?" Lincoln asked back, stretching a little and pulling him in for a kiss.
"Yes." Michael smiled slightly, before parting his lips and deepening the kiss.
"As if you didn't know..." Lincoln got up before kissing him again.
"Let's go out," Michael whispered against his brothers lips.
"That would mean we'd have to leave the room..." Lincoln licked his lips slightly and because Michael's face was still very close to his, his tongue brushed his brother's lips as well. "Do you really want to do that?"
Michael swallowed hard but nodded, supressing the urge to kiss Lincoln again. He knew, they wouldn't make it out of the room, if he'd do that.
"We could eat something," he said, taking a few steps back from Lincoln.
"Sure, we could eat," his older brother agreed. "Where do you wanna go?"
"You still haven't told me why you wanted to come here." Lincoln said as they walked out of the hotel "Is it a secret or anything?“
"Yeah, actually I'm working for a secret organisation and of course I could tell you why I've been here before, but I had to kill you after that." Michael grinned and pointed down the street. "This way, if I remember correctly."
"Smartass," Lincoln snorted, nudging Michael with his shoulder lightly, as they started walking.
"When I started to work for Middleton, Maxwell & Schaum, there was this important client from Pittsburgh, George Schickle" Michael started. "and Maxwell took me with him to a meeting, here in Pittsburgh – do you remember that? - to see if I'm as good as my résumé says..."
"You're even better than your résumé says..." Lincoln interrupted and Michael let out a little sigh but leaned closer to his older brother.
"Mr Schickle had this young... well... I guess he was his boyfriend..." he remembered. "Whom I've met after one of the meetings and he told me about all the places I had to see and go to and..."
"You went out with him?" The edge of jealousy in Lincoln's voice made Michael more happy than it probably should have. Usually he was the one being jealous: of Veronica, Lisa, other random girls and a few men his brother has been with...
"No. I wasn't there for fun, it was a business trip, remember?" He said matter of factly. "I always wanted to come back with you, but you know..." Michael shrugged.
"All that shit happened." Lincoln managed to precisely summarize everything that had happened in the last three years with that one sentence. But it was over now. No more conspirational organisations that wanted them locked up or dead.
"You can put it like that." Michael smiled softly, nudging him back and they walk in silence for a moment. "The diner must be there somewhere," he added, reading the street sign.
"Are you up for a dessert, boys?" asked the waitress with the many badges on her vest, after she came to take their empty plates. "We have chocolate Brownies that are almost as sweet as you two are."
"Oh, yes, we'd love to have some..." Lincoln said, a little taken aback.
People took them for a couple before (well, they *were* a couple) but he couldn't remember anyone saying it out loud like that, ever.
"You'll get them," she grinned, leaving them alone.
"That's another reason why I wanted to come here with you..." Michael said, ears still a little red from blushing.
"The Brownies?" Lincoln asked, amused.
"Yes, them too." Michael grinned. "We don't know anyone from or in Pittsburgh, do we?"
His older brother thought about it for a moment. "I don't think so."
"Here you go, sweethearts," interrupted the woman, bringing the dessert to their table.
The brothers thanked her and nodded and Michael was the first one to try them.
"Mmmmm, God, Linc, they're just..." he said with his mouth full. "They are so good..."
Michael's little moans of delight made the temperature rise several degrees. That's what Lincoln felt at least.
"Would you please stop that?" He asked, unable to look away from Michael.
"Try, Lincoln." Michael turned more towards him and held one of the half-eaten Brownies at his brother's lips.
Lincoln took a bite, brushing Michaels fingers accidentally with his lips as he did so. "You're right, they are pretty good," he admitted. "But would you please eat them quietly now?"
"So stop licking my fingers!" Michael whispered, licking his lips.
"I didn't." Lincoln said exasperated. "But if I did, it would look like that..." He grabbed Michael's hand, took one of his chocolate stained fingertips in his mouth and licked it clean. "See?" he added as Michael gasped, speechless, so Lincoln got up and went to the counter to pay for their meals. His brother followed him a second later.
"My son and his husband are exactly like the two of you." The waitress said with a warm smile, handling over the bill. "They've been together for years now and can still barely keep their hands off each other..."
"We're trying," Lincoln said, grinning happily and overtiped her.
"So, this is basically the gay center of Pittsburgh." Lincoln stated as they walked down the street; almost all couples that passed them by were same sex and rainbow flags seemed to be everywhere. "And you've been on a business trip. Here." He looked at Michael disbelievingly.
"Well, not exactly *here* you know..." Michael cleared his throat. "I thought, maybe we could just have a look, go out..."
"Like having a beer, for example?" Lincoln suggested because they just approached a bar called Woody's
"Beer sounds good to me." Michael nodded, and they headed inside.
They would LOVE to see you over at Liberty Street Michael remembered George Schickle's boyfriend's words suddenly, as they made their way to the bar and ordered their beers, because men were eyeing him and Lincoln with curiosity or open interest.
There were two couples at a table near by, holding hands, whispering, practically beaming at each other with affection and happiness, and seeing that Michael finally realize where he was. Were he was with *Lincoln*. They didn’t look different than the other couples, didn’t look related, so he put one hand above Lincoln's knee and moved it slowly up to his thigh.
Lincoln turned to him, taking a sip from his beer. "What are you doing?"
"Claiming my territory, I guess..." Michael shruged and Lincoln placed his bottle back on the counter.
"No kidding," he added with a small grin, putting his hand over Michael's on his thigh and Michael smiled back.
After spending a few hours at Woody's, playing pool, sipping their beers, and relaxing, they left; Lincoln's hands were on Michael's hips, keeping him close, because Lincoln noticed the glances of other men, too.
They leaned with their backs against the counter in that club, Babylon, and sipped at their drinks, looking around; the floor under their feet was vibrating slightly from the low bass of the music.
It has been a while since either of them has been in a club: more than three years, which felt like forever. They felt a little out of place. It seemed like a world of its own, with the light show and the music being like a shield, keeping reality off everyone's back in the building.
Michael put his empty glass back on the counter and leaned into his older brother, but before he could say anything, a guy showed up at his side: tall, good looking, wearing black latex pants and a sleeveless baby-blue shirt.
"Excuse me, but I could swear I've seen you before," the guy said to Michael, and Lincoln snorted, thinking: What a lame pick up line. He stayed close and had almost said it out loud, because Michael actually seemed to have fallen for it. "You worked for George Schickle a couple of years ago, didn't you? Michael, wasn't it?" the guy added, leaning closer to Michael. Probably because of the loud music, but Lincoln still didn't like it. "Are you working in Pittsburgh again?"
"No, but I worked for Mr Schickle, indeed. And you are Emmett Honeycutt, aren't you?" Michael remembered. "How's he doing?"
"He passed away two years ago..." Emmett sighed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know...." Michael apologized. He was so consumed with Lincoln that he hadn’t noticed anything else that was going on around him. "He was very nice."
"He liked you, too," Emmett said with a small smile. "And he'd be delighted to know you've finally made it to Babylon... not alone, obviously..." he smiled fully now, looking at Lincoln.
"Hi." Lincoln nodded, not sure if he should feel flattered or uncomfortable.
"That's my..." Michael had almost said 'brother', which would destroy their weekend of being an ordinary couple in a city where they could be as openly in love as they wanted to. "Lincoln." he said instead, because he didn't tell George Schickle he had a brother, so there was no way Emmett could know that; he rarely spoke about his private life at all at work, and Lincoln has always been his secret.
"I can see that." Emmett gave them an appreciative look. "Everyone should have one, if you ask me..." he added, laughing.
"Well, that's right..." Now Michael laughed, too. But not him, he's mine! he thought but didn't say.
"Now I have to go and find my own boyfriend on the dance floor, before anyone else does... Have fun here, you two!" He smiled, nodding at them and disappeared in the crowd.
"You are really talkactive today..." Michael turned to Lincoln, smirking.
Lincoln just shruged, grabbing his hand and pulled his younger brother towards the dance floor.
"I thought we weren't the type for dancing..." Michael said, surprised.
"Today we are," Lincoln stated. "Because no one knows that, or us, except that guy Emmett, who thinks I'm yours..."
"Well, aren't you?" Michael's smile was small and smug at the same time, as they started to move to the music, to the voice of someone repeating the words You are the perfect drug over and over again, to a beat that practically forced them to move, without touching each other, yet in a shared rhythm.
Without you everything falls apart, without you, it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces The singer was refering to them, there was no doubt about that.
"I am." Lincoln whispered in Michael's ear, moving closer and putting his arms around his younger brother's waist.
Michael slid his hands under Lincoln's t-shirt, moving them over Lincoln's stomach and sides, until he pulled it up and motioned him to lift his arms, so he could take it off him; they moved together now, their bodies touching, moving against each other.
"What are you doin'?" Lincoln moved his hips against Michael's, still holding him close.
"I'm showing you off," Michael admitted, shoving Lincoln's t-shirt a bit into the back of his jeans, squeezing his ass.
Lincoln laughed before he leaned in, kissing him: just a brush of lips at first, but then he cupped Michael cheek, who parted his lips, teasing Lincoln's tongue gently with his own, until he deepened the kiss.
"Maybe we should..." Michael started to say, a little breathlessly as they had to break the kiss in need for air; everyone but them was dancing.
"... continue somewhere else?" Lincoln finished the sentence for him and Michael nodded, kissing him again.
"That's better," Lincoln said as they stumbled kissing in one of the empty stalls in the restrooms and ignoring the signs on the door, pushed Michael against it, who locked it.
They had considered the dark room for a moment, but it was... well... too dark, so they decided against it, and their hotel room has been too far away.
"Here we can see each other..." Michael said breathlessly between kisses.
Being able to see each other, to look at each other, had always been an important part to almost everything they had been doing since the escape.
"Off." Lincoln tugged at Michael's sweatshirt unpatiently, pushing it up and taking it off his younger brother.
Then he licked his way from the sensitive spot behind Michael's ear, along the side of his throat, to his collarbone, sucking, licking and kissing along the lines where Michael's tattoo began.
Michael closed his eyes, moving his palms over Lincoln's naked upper body, until his fingers met the waistband of Lincoln's jeans, but got distracted by Lincoln's warm fingers on his sides.
He opened his eyes and met his older brother's grin, before they kissed again, slow at first, but becoming more passionate as they quickly unzipped each other's pants and pushed them down.
"Michael..." Lincoln came closer, when Michael finally touched him and Michael gave him a small smirk.
"That's much better, indeed," he agreed, with a gasp, because Lincoln was touching him, too, making it hard to speak or even think with every stroke.
Still leaning against the wall with Lincoln's body pressed up against his, his hands were on Lincoln's ass again, keeping him close.
They moved against each other, just like on the dance floor only a few minutes ago, slow at first, then faster, focused only on each other's faces, bodies, touches. Lips more teasing than actually kissing, until their breathing quickened and they clung to each other, tensing up, before kissing, fully this time, to muffle their moans and gasps as they came.
"I wanted to do that since I was a teenager..." Michael admitted, still breathing hard, as he cleaned himself a little.
"What? Having a handjob in the bathroom of a gay club?" Lincoln grinned, doing the same.
"Being out and having a handjob in the bathroom of a gay club with *you*..." Michael corrected him, putting his sweatshirt back on, to cover his tattoo, before he opened the stall door again, but Lincoln stopped him with a kiss.
"Really?" he asked, his voice still a little hoarse. "What else did you want?"
"Let's go back to our room and I'll show you..." Michael pulled gently at Lincoln's lower lip with his teeth. "If you think you're up for a second round..."
"Whenever you're ready, Michael..." Lincoln whispered into his ear, and grabbed his younger brother's hand, entwining their fingers together as they left Babylon.
Pairing: Michael Scofield/Lincoln Burrows
Author:
neaRating: R (maybe NC-17, because they are brothers, y'know?)
Author's note My everlasting gratitude goes to
starsandseas, my awesome beta!Warnings: slashy brothers, AU, crossover, fluff,
Word count: 2500+
Disclaimer: Each other's – not mine. The title and cut are shamelessly stolen from one of Placebo's songs... The song mentioned in the fic belongs to Nine Inch Nails
Title: Change of skin
"So?" Lincoln put their backpack next to the cupboard in their hotel room and sat on the bed. "Why are we doing this, again?"
"Because," Michael opened it and started putting their clothes into the cupboard. They'd just stay over the weekend, so he was quickly done with it. "Because I think we deserve a few days alone, after everything we had to go through..." he continued, coming closer.
"We could have gone anywhere," Lincoln said, looking up, because his younger brother was now right in front of him, his legs touching Lincoln's knees. "Why does it have to be Pittsburgh?"
"You would have gone anywhere with me?" Michael asked in a low voice, sliding his hand up at the side of Lincoln's neck.
"Do I really have to answer that?" Lincoln asked back, stretching a little and pulling him in for a kiss.
"Yes." Michael smiled slightly, before parting his lips and deepening the kiss.
"As if you didn't know..." Lincoln got up before kissing him again.
"Let's go out," Michael whispered against his brothers lips.
"That would mean we'd have to leave the room..." Lincoln licked his lips slightly and because Michael's face was still very close to his, his tongue brushed his brother's lips as well. "Do you really want to do that?"
Michael swallowed hard but nodded, supressing the urge to kiss Lincoln again. He knew, they wouldn't make it out of the room, if he'd do that.
"We could eat something," he said, taking a few steps back from Lincoln.
"Sure, we could eat," his older brother agreed. "Where do you wanna go?"
"You still haven't told me why you wanted to come here." Lincoln said as they walked out of the hotel "Is it a secret or anything?“
"Yeah, actually I'm working for a secret organisation and of course I could tell you why I've been here before, but I had to kill you after that." Michael grinned and pointed down the street. "This way, if I remember correctly."
"Smartass," Lincoln snorted, nudging Michael with his shoulder lightly, as they started walking.
"When I started to work for Middleton, Maxwell & Schaum, there was this important client from Pittsburgh, George Schickle" Michael started. "and Maxwell took me with him to a meeting, here in Pittsburgh – do you remember that? - to see if I'm as good as my résumé says..."
"You're even better than your résumé says..." Lincoln interrupted and Michael let out a little sigh but leaned closer to his older brother.
"Mr Schickle had this young... well... I guess he was his boyfriend..." he remembered. "Whom I've met after one of the meetings and he told me about all the places I had to see and go to and..."
"You went out with him?" The edge of jealousy in Lincoln's voice made Michael more happy than it probably should have. Usually he was the one being jealous: of Veronica, Lisa, other random girls and a few men his brother has been with...
"No. I wasn't there for fun, it was a business trip, remember?" He said matter of factly. "I always wanted to come back with you, but you know..." Michael shrugged.
"All that shit happened." Lincoln managed to precisely summarize everything that had happened in the last three years with that one sentence. But it was over now. No more conspirational organisations that wanted them locked up or dead.
"You can put it like that." Michael smiled softly, nudging him back and they walk in silence for a moment. "The diner must be there somewhere," he added, reading the street sign.
"Are you up for a dessert, boys?" asked the waitress with the many badges on her vest, after she came to take their empty plates. "We have chocolate Brownies that are almost as sweet as you two are."
"Oh, yes, we'd love to have some..." Lincoln said, a little taken aback.
People took them for a couple before (well, they *were* a couple) but he couldn't remember anyone saying it out loud like that, ever.
"You'll get them," she grinned, leaving them alone.
"That's another reason why I wanted to come here with you..." Michael said, ears still a little red from blushing.
"The Brownies?" Lincoln asked, amused.
"Yes, them too." Michael grinned. "We don't know anyone from or in Pittsburgh, do we?"
His older brother thought about it for a moment. "I don't think so."
"Here you go, sweethearts," interrupted the woman, bringing the dessert to their table.
The brothers thanked her and nodded and Michael was the first one to try them.
"Mmmmm, God, Linc, they're just..." he said with his mouth full. "They are so good..."
Michael's little moans of delight made the temperature rise several degrees. That's what Lincoln felt at least.
"Would you please stop that?" He asked, unable to look away from Michael.
"Try, Lincoln." Michael turned more towards him and held one of the half-eaten Brownies at his brother's lips.
Lincoln took a bite, brushing Michaels fingers accidentally with his lips as he did so. "You're right, they are pretty good," he admitted. "But would you please eat them quietly now?"
"So stop licking my fingers!" Michael whispered, licking his lips.
"I didn't." Lincoln said exasperated. "But if I did, it would look like that..." He grabbed Michael's hand, took one of his chocolate stained fingertips in his mouth and licked it clean. "See?" he added as Michael gasped, speechless, so Lincoln got up and went to the counter to pay for their meals. His brother followed him a second later.
"My son and his husband are exactly like the two of you." The waitress said with a warm smile, handling over the bill. "They've been together for years now and can still barely keep their hands off each other..."
"We're trying," Lincoln said, grinning happily and overtiped her.
"So, this is basically the gay center of Pittsburgh." Lincoln stated as they walked down the street; almost all couples that passed them by were same sex and rainbow flags seemed to be everywhere. "And you've been on a business trip. Here." He looked at Michael disbelievingly.
"Well, not exactly *here* you know..." Michael cleared his throat. "I thought, maybe we could just have a look, go out..."
"Like having a beer, for example?" Lincoln suggested because they just approached a bar called Woody's
"Beer sounds good to me." Michael nodded, and they headed inside.
They would LOVE to see you over at Liberty Street Michael remembered George Schickle's boyfriend's words suddenly, as they made their way to the bar and ordered their beers, because men were eyeing him and Lincoln with curiosity or open interest.
There were two couples at a table near by, holding hands, whispering, practically beaming at each other with affection and happiness, and seeing that Michael finally realize where he was. Were he was with *Lincoln*. They didn’t look different than the other couples, didn’t look related, so he put one hand above Lincoln's knee and moved it slowly up to his thigh.
Lincoln turned to him, taking a sip from his beer. "What are you doing?"
"Claiming my territory, I guess..." Michael shruged and Lincoln placed his bottle back on the counter.
"No kidding," he added with a small grin, putting his hand over Michael's on his thigh and Michael smiled back.
After spending a few hours at Woody's, playing pool, sipping their beers, and relaxing, they left; Lincoln's hands were on Michael's hips, keeping him close, because Lincoln noticed the glances of other men, too.
They leaned with their backs against the counter in that club, Babylon, and sipped at their drinks, looking around; the floor under their feet was vibrating slightly from the low bass of the music.
It has been a while since either of them has been in a club: more than three years, which felt like forever. They felt a little out of place. It seemed like a world of its own, with the light show and the music being like a shield, keeping reality off everyone's back in the building.
Michael put his empty glass back on the counter and leaned into his older brother, but before he could say anything, a guy showed up at his side: tall, good looking, wearing black latex pants and a sleeveless baby-blue shirt.
"Excuse me, but I could swear I've seen you before," the guy said to Michael, and Lincoln snorted, thinking: What a lame pick up line. He stayed close and had almost said it out loud, because Michael actually seemed to have fallen for it. "You worked for George Schickle a couple of years ago, didn't you? Michael, wasn't it?" the guy added, leaning closer to Michael. Probably because of the loud music, but Lincoln still didn't like it. "Are you working in Pittsburgh again?"
"No, but I worked for Mr Schickle, indeed. And you are Emmett Honeycutt, aren't you?" Michael remembered. "How's he doing?"
"He passed away two years ago..." Emmett sighed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know...." Michael apologized. He was so consumed with Lincoln that he hadn’t noticed anything else that was going on around him. "He was very nice."
"He liked you, too," Emmett said with a small smile. "And he'd be delighted to know you've finally made it to Babylon... not alone, obviously..." he smiled fully now, looking at Lincoln.
"Hi." Lincoln nodded, not sure if he should feel flattered or uncomfortable.
"That's my..." Michael had almost said 'brother', which would destroy their weekend of being an ordinary couple in a city where they could be as openly in love as they wanted to. "Lincoln." he said instead, because he didn't tell George Schickle he had a brother, so there was no way Emmett could know that; he rarely spoke about his private life at all at work, and Lincoln has always been his secret.
"I can see that." Emmett gave them an appreciative look. "Everyone should have one, if you ask me..." he added, laughing.
"Well, that's right..." Now Michael laughed, too. But not him, he's mine! he thought but didn't say.
"Now I have to go and find my own boyfriend on the dance floor, before anyone else does... Have fun here, you two!" He smiled, nodding at them and disappeared in the crowd.
"You are really talkactive today..." Michael turned to Lincoln, smirking.
Lincoln just shruged, grabbing his hand and pulled his younger brother towards the dance floor.
"I thought we weren't the type for dancing..." Michael said, surprised.
"Today we are," Lincoln stated. "Because no one knows that, or us, except that guy Emmett, who thinks I'm yours..."
"Well, aren't you?" Michael's smile was small and smug at the same time, as they started to move to the music, to the voice of someone repeating the words You are the perfect drug over and over again, to a beat that practically forced them to move, without touching each other, yet in a shared rhythm.
Without you everything falls apart, without you, it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces The singer was refering to them, there was no doubt about that.
"I am." Lincoln whispered in Michael's ear, moving closer and putting his arms around his younger brother's waist.
Michael slid his hands under Lincoln's t-shirt, moving them over Lincoln's stomach and sides, until he pulled it up and motioned him to lift his arms, so he could take it off him; they moved together now, their bodies touching, moving against each other.
"What are you doin'?" Lincoln moved his hips against Michael's, still holding him close.
"I'm showing you off," Michael admitted, shoving Lincoln's t-shirt a bit into the back of his jeans, squeezing his ass.
Lincoln laughed before he leaned in, kissing him: just a brush of lips at first, but then he cupped Michael cheek, who parted his lips, teasing Lincoln's tongue gently with his own, until he deepened the kiss.
"Maybe we should..." Michael started to say, a little breathlessly as they had to break the kiss in need for air; everyone but them was dancing.
"... continue somewhere else?" Lincoln finished the sentence for him and Michael nodded, kissing him again.
"That's better," Lincoln said as they stumbled kissing in one of the empty stalls in the restrooms and ignoring the signs on the door, pushed Michael against it, who locked it.
They had considered the dark room for a moment, but it was... well... too dark, so they decided against it, and their hotel room has been too far away.
"Here we can see each other..." Michael said breathlessly between kisses.
Being able to see each other, to look at each other, had always been an important part to almost everything they had been doing since the escape.
"Off." Lincoln tugged at Michael's sweatshirt unpatiently, pushing it up and taking it off his younger brother.
Then he licked his way from the sensitive spot behind Michael's ear, along the side of his throat, to his collarbone, sucking, licking and kissing along the lines where Michael's tattoo began.
Michael closed his eyes, moving his palms over Lincoln's naked upper body, until his fingers met the waistband of Lincoln's jeans, but got distracted by Lincoln's warm fingers on his sides.
He opened his eyes and met his older brother's grin, before they kissed again, slow at first, but becoming more passionate as they quickly unzipped each other's pants and pushed them down.
"Michael..." Lincoln came closer, when Michael finally touched him and Michael gave him a small smirk.
"That's much better, indeed," he agreed, with a gasp, because Lincoln was touching him, too, making it hard to speak or even think with every stroke.
Still leaning against the wall with Lincoln's body pressed up against his, his hands were on Lincoln's ass again, keeping him close.
They moved against each other, just like on the dance floor only a few minutes ago, slow at first, then faster, focused only on each other's faces, bodies, touches. Lips more teasing than actually kissing, until their breathing quickened and they clung to each other, tensing up, before kissing, fully this time, to muffle their moans and gasps as they came.
"I wanted to do that since I was a teenager..." Michael admitted, still breathing hard, as he cleaned himself a little.
"What? Having a handjob in the bathroom of a gay club?" Lincoln grinned, doing the same.
"Being out and having a handjob in the bathroom of a gay club with *you*..." Michael corrected him, putting his sweatshirt back on, to cover his tattoo, before he opened the stall door again, but Lincoln stopped him with a kiss.
"Really?" he asked, his voice still a little hoarse. "What else did you want?"
"Let's go back to our room and I'll show you..." Michael pulled gently at Lincoln's lower lip with his teeth. "If you think you're up for a second round..."
"Whenever you're ready, Michael..." Lincoln whispered into his ear, and grabbed his younger brother's hand, entwining their fingers together as they left Babylon.
