Timeout - Prison Break Slash/Humor Michael, Sucre/Tweener PG-13
Just a silly, little thing.
Timeout
"This seems fair to you? You get conjugals after you make me lose mine with your soap phone," Sucre was grousing as he walked with Michael across the yard.
"You should have planned ahead. You should have made sure Maricruz was Mrs. Sucre before you got sent in here," Michael said showing no signs of remorse.
"Planning? That's your thing, Fish."
"That's why I get conjugals, Sucre."
"You say my name funny. Sucre." He said it the way Michael said it.
"You say my name funny too."
"How?"
"Fish."
"How do you say it?"
"Michael."
The two of them spotted Tweener sneering at them as they approached the bleachers.
"Look at those homos," Tweener said to some guys he was trying to hang with. Sucre and Michael could hear him clearly. Sucre was about to go over when Michael caught his sleeve, and reminded him that it was their cover.
"You should have let T-Bag have his ass," Sucre said as they passed.
Tweener followed them. They ignored him. He circled in front of them.
"What does that mean?" he asked.
"It means that if it weren't for him," Sucre said as he pointed his thumb at Michael, "you'd be hanging off T-Bag's pocket."
Tweener looked stunned for a minute. Michael and Sucre were about to walk away when Tweener said, "I'm not doing both of you."
"What?" Sucre asked and grimaced at him.
Michael smiled faintly then looked perfectly serious.
"You don't have to do both of us. Just Sucre," Michael told him.
"What?" Sucre said as Michael left him to stand there gaping.
"I'm not swallowing nothing," Tweener said after he looked Sucre up and down.
"What? Shut up." Sucre walked away before Tweener said anything else.
"You crazy? What'd you do that for?" Sucre asked Michael when he caught up to him.
"To make up for your conjugals."
"So you give me that loud mouthed punk?"
"I'm sure you'll figure out some way to shut him up."
"You..." Sucre started to say then he said a bunch of things in Spanish. He was talking so fast Michael only caught 'loco'.
"I'm sorry if you don't like him. But I don't have a harem of guys for you to choose from," Michael pointed out calmly.
"Stop saying this shit." Sucre covered his ears for a second then he walked away waving his arms. Michael hoped that was the last time he would have to hear about his lost conjugals.
Michael found Sucre and Tweener on his bunk. They were dressed but getting friendly. Shirts were getting pulled up, hands were busy, tongues were in action.
"What are you doing?" Michael asked.
"What does it look like?" Sucre asked him right back. He didn't look happy to see him.
"Why are you doing it in my bunk?" Michael asked him.
"A guy could break something falling out of the top," Sucre pointed out. He seemed to be waiting for Michael to leave so they could get back to what they were doing. Michael rubbed his head in frustration.
"I thought you didn't like him," Michael said to Sucre.
"Me?" Tweener asked, skeptical of the idea.
"It was that thing you said about shutting his mouth," Sucre whispered.
Michael nodded. His powers to make friends and influence people had been too successful.
"Just take it outside," he told them.
Sucre passed him on the way out and gave him a grateful punch to the shoulder and a goofy grin. As he was following him out of the cell, Tweener paused.
"That thing I said about not doing both of you..." Tweener started to say.
Michael cut him off with a raised hand.
"I haven't been in prison that long."
"I'll catch you later then," Tweener said to Michael with a wink.
Michael made a mental note about the catching. But he was sure Dr Tancredi was going to start putting out any day now, and he wouldn't need to engage in any manly sporting activities.
The End
Timeout
"This seems fair to you? You get conjugals after you make me lose mine with your soap phone," Sucre was grousing as he walked with Michael across the yard.
"You should have planned ahead. You should have made sure Maricruz was Mrs. Sucre before you got sent in here," Michael said showing no signs of remorse.
"Planning? That's your thing, Fish."
"That's why I get conjugals, Sucre."
"You say my name funny. Sucre." He said it the way Michael said it.
"You say my name funny too."
"How?"
"Fish."
"How do you say it?"
"Michael."
The two of them spotted Tweener sneering at them as they approached the bleachers.
"Look at those homos," Tweener said to some guys he was trying to hang with. Sucre and Michael could hear him clearly. Sucre was about to go over when Michael caught his sleeve, and reminded him that it was their cover.
"You should have let T-Bag have his ass," Sucre said as they passed.
Tweener followed them. They ignored him. He circled in front of them.
"What does that mean?" he asked.
"It means that if it weren't for him," Sucre said as he pointed his thumb at Michael, "you'd be hanging off T-Bag's pocket."
Tweener looked stunned for a minute. Michael and Sucre were about to walk away when Tweener said, "I'm not doing both of you."
"What?" Sucre asked and grimaced at him.
Michael smiled faintly then looked perfectly serious.
"You don't have to do both of us. Just Sucre," Michael told him.
"What?" Sucre said as Michael left him to stand there gaping.
"I'm not swallowing nothing," Tweener said after he looked Sucre up and down.
"What? Shut up." Sucre walked away before Tweener said anything else.
"You crazy? What'd you do that for?" Sucre asked Michael when he caught up to him.
"To make up for your conjugals."
"So you give me that loud mouthed punk?"
"I'm sure you'll figure out some way to shut him up."
"You..." Sucre started to say then he said a bunch of things in Spanish. He was talking so fast Michael only caught 'loco'.
"I'm sorry if you don't like him. But I don't have a harem of guys for you to choose from," Michael pointed out calmly.
"Stop saying this shit." Sucre covered his ears for a second then he walked away waving his arms. Michael hoped that was the last time he would have to hear about his lost conjugals.
Michael found Sucre and Tweener on his bunk. They were dressed but getting friendly. Shirts were getting pulled up, hands were busy, tongues were in action.
"What are you doing?" Michael asked.
"What does it look like?" Sucre asked him right back. He didn't look happy to see him.
"Why are you doing it in my bunk?" Michael asked him.
"A guy could break something falling out of the top," Sucre pointed out. He seemed to be waiting for Michael to leave so they could get back to what they were doing. Michael rubbed his head in frustration.
"I thought you didn't like him," Michael said to Sucre.
"Me?" Tweener asked, skeptical of the idea.
"It was that thing you said about shutting his mouth," Sucre whispered.
Michael nodded. His powers to make friends and influence people had been too successful.
"Just take it outside," he told them.
Sucre passed him on the way out and gave him a grateful punch to the shoulder and a goofy grin. As he was following him out of the cell, Tweener paused.
"That thing I said about not doing both of you..." Tweener started to say.
Michael cut him off with a raised hand.
"I haven't been in prison that long."
"I'll catch you later then," Tweener said to Michael with a wink.
Michael made a mental note about the catching. But he was sure Dr Tancredi was going to start putting out any day now, and he wouldn't need to engage in any manly sporting activities.
The End