rec50 | Four Fugitives and An Apartment, The Sound of Silence

Claim: Prison Break: General Series
Title: Four Fugitives and An Apartment
Author:

alazysod
Characters: Theodore „T-Bag" Bagwell, LJ Burrows, Michael Scofield, Lincoln Burrows
Prompt: 22. UST
Rating: R
Length: Epic
Brief summary: I’m always interested in stories that have a cross fandom appeal. This is one story I have heard many compliments on, even from people who normally stay away from slashy content. Here, T-Bag meets up with Lincoln’s teenage son LJ, they eventually meet up with Michael and Lincoln, but that doesn’t stop T-Bag and his relentless courting of a half intimidated, half amused LJ.

„Yeah," says LJ, nodding. „You got…" He points at his face. T-Bag touches his chin, his fingers bumping into a glob of jam. „Right there, yeah."

T-Bag places the bagel onto the counter. LJ’s eyes flick to the food, then back up to T-Bag, who steps closer and tilts his head to the left. „Lick it off." A strange, garbled noise leaks from LJ’s throat. He leans backwards, but stops when he bumps into the kitchen table. T-Bag rests his hands on LJ’s abdomen, his fingers pressing gently into the boy’s hips, and whispers, „C’mon, boy. Lick it off. Ain’t gonna hurt you."

„No thanks," says LJ, his mouth curving into an uncomfortable smile. T-Bag watches the boy’s throat move in an edgy swallow, then reach behind to produce a napkin. He dangles it in front of T-Bag’s face. „This will probably do better."

Link to the story: Two Fugitives and a Hideaway followed by Four Fugitives and an Apartment as well as Strain, a missing scene.

Claim: Prison Break: General Series
Title: The Sound of Silence
Author:

jewels667
Characters: Michael Scofield, LJ Burrows
Prompt: 09. Hurt/Comfort
Rating: NC17
Length: Medium
Brief summary: Michael/LJ might not be everybody’s cup of tea, but even without that aspect it’s a truly memorable fic, just for the description of Michael’s grief alone.

He stops taking the Pugnac, tells Dr. Tancredi he'll no longer be needing those shots. She speaks to him, but he can't seem to hear her, only sees her mouth moving, forming questions he has no desire to answer. Sara looks at him with a mixture of pity and anger. This is just one more question to add to her file. If he was still playing the game, he'd smile, charm her, come up with something to say, but he can't hear her. Lincoln is dead. There is no need.

Link to the story: The Sound of Silence

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