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neaFandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Michael Scofield/Lincoln Burrows
Author:nea
Rating: NC-17
Author's note: Sequel to What we are
Author's note 2:starsandseas' beta work made this fic so much better, and that's why I love her even more than I already do.
Warnings: Brothers, AU, PWP, fluff
Disclaimer: So each other's.
Title: What we'll always be
"It took you forever..." Michael is with him as soon an Lincoln makes it down the stairs.
"It didn't." He can't resist objecting and Michael snorts a little, but leans in nevertheless to nibble at Lincoln's lower lip.
They both grin as Michael slowly licks his way into his older brother's mouth.
Lincoln rests his hands on Michael hips and they kiss, bringing their hips together, which makes them both moan a little.
The boat’s fairly small and they make it to the bed without even having to really pay attention. They focus on each other: on Michael's hand on the back of Lincoln's head, moving his fingers leisurely as they kiss, the other on his back, feeling his older brother's skin, still warm from the sun; on Lincoln's hands moving slowly from Michael's hips to the small of his back and lower, holding him close.
They have to part, though, so Lincoln sits on the bed first, leaning against the wall, and Michael kneels in front of him. When they kiss again, their tongues rubbing gently against each other, as it grows more passionate.
"Don't..." Lincoln objects, when Michael breaks the kiss again and moves a little away from him.
His younger brother grins and silences him with another kiss. He grabs the lube and condoms from under the bed, and passes both to Lincoln.
"Happy now?" he asks in a low, husky voice, and without waiting for Lincoln's answer, bites his shoulder, moving his lips over it. Lincoln's fingers on his neck make him shiver.
Lincoln gasps, more from pleasure than from pain, before kissing him again, and Michael moves his fingers slowly along Lincoln's jaw, then leans his forehead against his older brother's.
"Hurry," Michael's voice is impatient, as he shivers with anticipation, watching Lincoln's slender fingers remove the condoms from its wrappings and opening the tube of lubricant.
"Have a little patience..." Lincoln manages to say it without even grinning, then pulls Michael close for another kiss.
"Patience's overrated..." Michael mumbles into his mouth, and deepens the kiss. He takes the tube from his brother and squeezes some of the lube on Lincoln's fingers, who obviously enjoys teasing him way too much.
Kissing Michael's collarbone, ignoring his impatient sounds and sighs, Lincoln takes his time, before slipping his fingers slowly into him.
There is this expression written all over Michael's face, while Lincoln gently begins to move his hand. In Michael's eyes, in the way he looks at Lincoln, biting his lower lip, one hand on his older brother's cheek, the other one clutching the sheets. It tells Lincoln that Michael wants this. Wants him.
That's when Lincoln removes his fingers, letting Michael change his position a little so he can finally sit on him.
They both moan and remain still for a moment, breathing heavily and just watching each other faces, before Michael starts moving.
Lincoln's ability to move is quite limited, but he can touch him so he starts at Michael's back, moving his hands along his spine.
He gently spreads Michael's buttocks, sliding deeper into him, causing Michael to cry out into the kiss and close his eyes. When he moves again, Lincoln touches his sides and thighs, moving his hands further up, and Michael clings to him for a moment.
Both are moaning and gasping loudly, feeling their bodies tense more and more with every caress, every move and every kiss, until Michael hides his face between Lincoln's throat and shoulder, shaking from his orgasm which makes Lincoln come, too.
"That was..." Michael mumbles still against the side of Lincoln's throat, before he's able to move again.
"Pretty much, yeah..." Lincoln agrees, while shifting on the narrow bed, so they can both lay on it comfortably.
Because Michael's cheeks are still flushed and his lips are still a little swollen from kissing, he kisses him once again and purrs contently, feeling Michael's smile against his lips.
Pairing: Michael Scofield/Lincoln Burrows
Author:
neaRating: NC-17
Author's note: Sequel to What we are
Author's note 2:
starsandseas' beta work made this fic so much better, and that's why I love her even more than I already do.Warnings: Brothers, AU, PWP, fluff
Disclaimer: So each other's.
Title: What we'll always be
"It took you forever..." Michael is with him as soon an Lincoln makes it down the stairs.
"It didn't." He can't resist objecting and Michael snorts a little, but leans in nevertheless to nibble at Lincoln's lower lip.
They both grin as Michael slowly licks his way into his older brother's mouth.
Lincoln rests his hands on Michael hips and they kiss, bringing their hips together, which makes them both moan a little.
The boat’s fairly small and they make it to the bed without even having to really pay attention. They focus on each other: on Michael's hand on the back of Lincoln's head, moving his fingers leisurely as they kiss, the other on his back, feeling his older brother's skin, still warm from the sun; on Lincoln's hands moving slowly from Michael's hips to the small of his back and lower, holding him close.
They have to part, though, so Lincoln sits on the bed first, leaning against the wall, and Michael kneels in front of him. When they kiss again, their tongues rubbing gently against each other, as it grows more passionate.
"Don't..." Lincoln objects, when Michael breaks the kiss again and moves a little away from him.
His younger brother grins and silences him with another kiss. He grabs the lube and condoms from under the bed, and passes both to Lincoln.
"Happy now?" he asks in a low, husky voice, and without waiting for Lincoln's answer, bites his shoulder, moving his lips over it. Lincoln's fingers on his neck make him shiver.
Lincoln gasps, more from pleasure than from pain, before kissing him again, and Michael moves his fingers slowly along Lincoln's jaw, then leans his forehead against his older brother's.
"Hurry," Michael's voice is impatient, as he shivers with anticipation, watching Lincoln's slender fingers remove the condoms from its wrappings and opening the tube of lubricant.
"Have a little patience..." Lincoln manages to say it without even grinning, then pulls Michael close for another kiss.
"Patience's overrated..." Michael mumbles into his mouth, and deepens the kiss. He takes the tube from his brother and squeezes some of the lube on Lincoln's fingers, who obviously enjoys teasing him way too much.
Kissing Michael's collarbone, ignoring his impatient sounds and sighs, Lincoln takes his time, before slipping his fingers slowly into him.
There is this expression written all over Michael's face, while Lincoln gently begins to move his hand. In Michael's eyes, in the way he looks at Lincoln, biting his lower lip, one hand on his older brother's cheek, the other one clutching the sheets. It tells Lincoln that Michael wants this. Wants him.
That's when Lincoln removes his fingers, letting Michael change his position a little so he can finally sit on him.
They both moan and remain still for a moment, breathing heavily and just watching each other faces, before Michael starts moving.
Lincoln's ability to move is quite limited, but he can touch him so he starts at Michael's back, moving his hands along his spine.
He gently spreads Michael's buttocks, sliding deeper into him, causing Michael to cry out into the kiss and close his eyes. When he moves again, Lincoln touches his sides and thighs, moving his hands further up, and Michael clings to him for a moment.
Both are moaning and gasping loudly, feeling their bodies tense more and more with every caress, every move and every kiss, until Michael hides his face between Lincoln's throat and shoulder, shaking from his orgasm which makes Lincoln come, too.
"That was..." Michael mumbles still against the side of Lincoln's throat, before he's able to move again.
"Pretty much, yeah..." Lincoln agrees, while shifting on the narrow bed, so they can both lay on it comfortably.
Because Michael's cheeks are still flushed and his lips are still a little swollen from kissing, he kisses him once again and purrs contently, feeling Michael's smile against his lips.
