Prison Break - With Full Knowledge
Title: With Full Knowledge
Author: clair-de-lune
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Michael/Lincoln
Category: Slash
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Incest
Word Count: ~ 690
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Michael knows why Lincoln acts like that.
Author’s Note: Written for New Year’s Mini-Round 2011 at rounds-of-kink. Prompts: boisterous & submission.
Many thanks to foxriverinmate for the beta.
Michael knows why Lincoln acts like that.
Loud, obvious, promiscuous in an insufferable way; Lincoln is boisterous tonight. Michael watches his brother from the other side of the room as he playfully tricks women under the mistletoe to kiss them and then pushes the game a bit further, fake-kissing the boyfriend of one of them. The girl shrieks, something between protest, shock and arousal; the guy is not too happy with this - with Lincoln - but he’s wise enough not to pick a fight. Linc can’t keep his hands to himself, anyway, snaking his arm around a thin waist, touching a hip here, brushing a breast there, and both the girl and her boyfriend are quickly forgotten and replaced.
Michael seethes in silence. He knows why Lincoln acts like that; even with full knowledge, it doesn’t change anything or make it less efficient. Chin high and eyes half-closed, hands buried deep in his pockets to refrain from grabbing his asshole of a brother by the collar of his shirt, he forms plans of retribution.
As soon they’re alone, maybe even before that, he’ll pin him against the wall and stare at his lips, parted and wordlessly begging for a kiss. Lincoln knows better than to initiate anything between them after this kind of behavior so it will be Michael’s call. For now, in order to make it through the party, he conjures up pictures of apologetic glances, dutiful kneeling and docile stillness. Lincoln is surprisingly good at complying with Michael’s demands - at least when they’re having sex, not so much the rest of the time - making his sporadic hints of resistance all the more exciting.
Michael will make him watch and forbid him to move, even less touch, as he unbuckles his belt and tugs down his zipper. He can easily imagine the tense line of Lincoln’s shoulders willing himself into obedience. He will motion him down onto his knees and push his dick past those eager lips, deep into his mouth and throat, holding the back of his head to make sure Linc can’t elude or refuse him. Lincoln loves it like this, anyway: unrelenting, demanding, on the verge of forceful. Michael hardly ever needs to order him to put his hands behind his back and lower his eyes; he’s all too disposed to go there by himself.
Michael will pull back before coming and revel in the sight of Lincoln on all fours, needing to lean on his hands for support, head bowed down; next thing, he’ll be positioning him across the bed to his liking. On his back, erection painfully jutting up, arms stretched above his head, not allowed to do anything but lie still. On display and for Michael to take anything he wants, any way he wants it.
Lincoln won’t be able to refrain from a roll of hips, a brisk thrust-up, as Michael sinks down and eases him into his ass. He’s never able to control himself at this moment. Sometimes Michael lets it slide, and sometimes... Tonight will definitely not be a night where Michael lets it slide. Tonight, Michael will use the belt he’ll have removed from his pants to tie Lincoln’s wrists together, and he will fuck himself on his brother’s cock until both of them ache for release. If Lincoln is good, really good, then maybe Michael will allow him to come right after he does. But if he makes the smallest wrong sound or move? He’ll be on his own, relying either on his hand after Michael has freed him or on his ability to lure Michael into a second round.
* *
Lincoln stops in front of him, too close but still not so close that it will have people raise their eyebrows at them. Not like the guests are paying any attention, anyway. Michael breathes in Lincoln’s smell, and feels his heart skip a beat at the quick and dirty press of Lincoln’s half hard cock against his lower stomach.
“You’re going to pay for this little show of yours,” Michael says.
There’s another, longer, contact, and Lincoln’s hoarse voice into his ear. “I certainly hope so, Mike.”
Michael does know why Lincoln acts like that.
-End-
Author: clair-de-lune
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Michael/Lincoln
Category: Slash
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Incest
Word Count: ~ 690
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Michael knows why Lincoln acts like that.
Author’s Note: Written for New Year’s Mini-Round 2011 at rounds-of-kink. Prompts: boisterous & submission.
Many thanks to foxriverinmate for the beta.
Michael knows why Lincoln acts like that.
Loud, obvious, promiscuous in an insufferable way; Lincoln is boisterous tonight. Michael watches his brother from the other side of the room as he playfully tricks women under the mistletoe to kiss them and then pushes the game a bit further, fake-kissing the boyfriend of one of them. The girl shrieks, something between protest, shock and arousal; the guy is not too happy with this - with Lincoln - but he’s wise enough not to pick a fight. Linc can’t keep his hands to himself, anyway, snaking his arm around a thin waist, touching a hip here, brushing a breast there, and both the girl and her boyfriend are quickly forgotten and replaced.
Michael seethes in silence. He knows why Lincoln acts like that; even with full knowledge, it doesn’t change anything or make it less efficient. Chin high and eyes half-closed, hands buried deep in his pockets to refrain from grabbing his asshole of a brother by the collar of his shirt, he forms plans of retribution.
As soon they’re alone, maybe even before that, he’ll pin him against the wall and stare at his lips, parted and wordlessly begging for a kiss. Lincoln knows better than to initiate anything between them after this kind of behavior so it will be Michael’s call. For now, in order to make it through the party, he conjures up pictures of apologetic glances, dutiful kneeling and docile stillness. Lincoln is surprisingly good at complying with Michael’s demands - at least when they’re having sex, not so much the rest of the time - making his sporadic hints of resistance all the more exciting.
Michael will make him watch and forbid him to move, even less touch, as he unbuckles his belt and tugs down his zipper. He can easily imagine the tense line of Lincoln’s shoulders willing himself into obedience. He will motion him down onto his knees and push his dick past those eager lips, deep into his mouth and throat, holding the back of his head to make sure Linc can’t elude or refuse him. Lincoln loves it like this, anyway: unrelenting, demanding, on the verge of forceful. Michael hardly ever needs to order him to put his hands behind his back and lower his eyes; he’s all too disposed to go there by himself.
Michael will pull back before coming and revel in the sight of Lincoln on all fours, needing to lean on his hands for support, head bowed down; next thing, he’ll be positioning him across the bed to his liking. On his back, erection painfully jutting up, arms stretched above his head, not allowed to do anything but lie still. On display and for Michael to take anything he wants, any way he wants it.
Lincoln won’t be able to refrain from a roll of hips, a brisk thrust-up, as Michael sinks down and eases him into his ass. He’s never able to control himself at this moment. Sometimes Michael lets it slide, and sometimes... Tonight will definitely not be a night where Michael lets it slide. Tonight, Michael will use the belt he’ll have removed from his pants to tie Lincoln’s wrists together, and he will fuck himself on his brother’s cock until both of them ache for release. If Lincoln is good, really good, then maybe Michael will allow him to come right after he does. But if he makes the smallest wrong sound or move? He’ll be on his own, relying either on his hand after Michael has freed him or on his ability to lure Michael into a second round.
* *
Lincoln stops in front of him, too close but still not so close that it will have people raise their eyebrows at them. Not like the guests are paying any attention, anyway. Michael breathes in Lincoln’s smell, and feels his heart skip a beat at the quick and dirty press of Lincoln’s half hard cock against his lower stomach.
“You’re going to pay for this little show of yours,” Michael says.
There’s another, longer, contact, and Lincoln’s hoarse voice into his ear. “I certainly hope so, Mike.”
Michael does know why Lincoln acts like that.
-End-