T-bag/LJ fic
Title: Nicotine
Fandom: Prison Break
Claim/Pairing: T-bag/LJ slash
Prompt: 054: Air
Rating: light R
AN: This is for my claim over at PB 100. I do not endorse smoking of any kind. Anything you recognize, I don't own.
Feedback: Will be cherished.
X-posted: My Journal, Hold My Pocket, Little Burrows.
The warm sultry night blanketed the world. The moon winks out from the clouds like a yellow diamond.
T-bag flicked the lighter’s cap, watched the flame dance. Nicotine and smoke filled his lungs, suppressing the gnawing void that Heroin had made. Breathing, out like a dragon, he saw the lithe figure of a shadow flitting out from the screen door. LJ was a pretty teenager.
The youth would look better with blood congealing, smearing down his chin, chest caught forever in the mid move of in-out breathe, with purple and yellow blooming across his throat. T-bag takes another drag to steady himself, allowing the haze of smoke to simmer out of him.
“Got a light?” LJ inquires, with that mix of unease and false bravado that only young men can muster. He has his own smokes, apparently.
T-bag grins, feral and amused, offering the Zippo and subtle undercurrent of more.
To his credit, LJ doesn’t cough and the bright burnt orange dot of light is a beacon in the night.
The boy is curious about him, after that night in the bathroom. T-bag had acted like it never had happened, letting the boy stew and remember what it was like to be touched and flirted with like that.
LJ is like a cat in all regards, all sleek lines and fumbled grace, and inquisitive to a fault. T-bag remembers the saying about cat and curiosity and hopes that might be true with LJ.
LJ had been given express orders about spending time with T-bag (Don’t, ever.), which probably sparked rebellious interest.
There was a new look in the boy’s eyes, something like recklessness, but spliced with trepidation. Something like lust.
This intrigues T-bag, but he likes the chase too much to jump that easy.
So he asks “What’s a lad like you doing out so late? Haven’t you been warned off me?”, all Southern ease, instead.
A lovely blush spreads across LJ’s face, which lets T-bag know he was right.
LJ edges closer to him, answering, smirking, “I couldn’t sleep and I was bored and needed a smoke. And as for being warned off you, I never did do what I was told.”
T-bag contemplates this and LJ steps closer, until they are inches apart.
LJ smells like lavender and freshly cut grass, and that irresistible aroma of masculine youth.
“And have you considered my offer, Lincoln Junior? Do you need my assistance on any particular matter?” T-bags drawls out, stressing the name. Their breathing is mingled, with the tendrils of musky smoke swirling around them.
LJ takes a quick breath, and in the moonlight, T-bag can see LJ's eyes dilate.
Searing wet heat when their mouths connect and Theodore didn't anticipate this. Didn't think the boy would moan like that when he groped him. Didn't think the boy would beg so feverently harderfastermore when he steered them to the wall.
Didn't think it would culminate with LJ on his knees, his cock in a youthful mouth. Didn't think the boy would swallow.
When it’ over, smoking with earnest and heaving breathing, T-bag says "You had better be serious about this." He doesn't expect for LJ to nod, kiss him again (his come in his lips now) and say "Yeah, I know" like it's their salvation.
T-bag loves his life.
Fandom: Prison Break
Claim/Pairing: T-bag/LJ slash
Prompt: 054: Air
Rating: light R
AN: This is for my claim over at PB 100. I do not endorse smoking of any kind. Anything you recognize, I don't own.
Feedback: Will be cherished.
X-posted: My Journal, Hold My Pocket, Little Burrows.
The warm sultry night blanketed the world. The moon winks out from the clouds like a yellow diamond.
T-bag flicked the lighter’s cap, watched the flame dance. Nicotine and smoke filled his lungs, suppressing the gnawing void that Heroin had made. Breathing, out like a dragon, he saw the lithe figure of a shadow flitting out from the screen door. LJ was a pretty teenager.
The youth would look better with blood congealing, smearing down his chin, chest caught forever in the mid move of in-out breathe, with purple and yellow blooming across his throat. T-bag takes another drag to steady himself, allowing the haze of smoke to simmer out of him.
“Got a light?” LJ inquires, with that mix of unease and false bravado that only young men can muster. He has his own smokes, apparently.
T-bag grins, feral and amused, offering the Zippo and subtle undercurrent of more.
To his credit, LJ doesn’t cough and the bright burnt orange dot of light is a beacon in the night.
The boy is curious about him, after that night in the bathroom. T-bag had acted like it never had happened, letting the boy stew and remember what it was like to be touched and flirted with like that.
LJ is like a cat in all regards, all sleek lines and fumbled grace, and inquisitive to a fault. T-bag remembers the saying about cat and curiosity and hopes that might be true with LJ.
LJ had been given express orders about spending time with T-bag (Don’t, ever.), which probably sparked rebellious interest.
There was a new look in the boy’s eyes, something like recklessness, but spliced with trepidation. Something like lust.
This intrigues T-bag, but he likes the chase too much to jump that easy.
So he asks “What’s a lad like you doing out so late? Haven’t you been warned off me?”, all Southern ease, instead.
A lovely blush spreads across LJ’s face, which lets T-bag know he was right.
LJ edges closer to him, answering, smirking, “I couldn’t sleep and I was bored and needed a smoke. And as for being warned off you, I never did do what I was told.”
T-bag contemplates this and LJ steps closer, until they are inches apart.
LJ smells like lavender and freshly cut grass, and that irresistible aroma of masculine youth.
“And have you considered my offer, Lincoln Junior? Do you need my assistance on any particular matter?” T-bags drawls out, stressing the name. Their breathing is mingled, with the tendrils of musky smoke swirling around them.
LJ takes a quick breath, and in the moonlight, T-bag can see LJ's eyes dilate.
Searing wet heat when their mouths connect and Theodore didn't anticipate this. Didn't think the boy would moan like that when he groped him. Didn't think the boy would beg so feverently harderfastermore when he steered them to the wall.
Didn't think it would culminate with LJ on his knees, his cock in a youthful mouth. Didn't think the boy would swallow.
When it’ over, smoking with earnest and heaving breathing, T-bag says "You had better be serious about this." He doesn't expect for LJ to nod, kiss him again (his come in his lips now) and say "Yeah, I know" like it's their salvation.
T-bag loves his life.