From Which There Is No Return

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Claim: Prison Break - Michael/Lincoln
Title: From Which There Is No Return
Author: mooyoo
Characters: Michael Scofield, Lincoln Burrows
Prompt: 1. First Time
Rating: R
Length: Long
Brief summary: This is a wonderful conflicted morning after fic, with some angst, some fighting and some making up. Not to mention beautiful glimpses of what happened the night before.

He spied Lincoln's jeans slung over a chair, remembering how it felt to push his hands beneath the waistband and slide them down Lincoln's legs. On any other day he'd pull on his brother's clothes if he couldn't find his own, happy to drown in a shirt or pair of pants far too big for him. But not on the day after he fucked his brother. Or, more precisely, was fucked by his brother.

He finally found his boxers on the windowsill where he remembered Lincoln tossing them with a smug grin after shoving him against the wall. He tried not to think about the implications of how dry his mouth had suddenly gone as he pulled them on and willed his body to still when he was hit with the memory of Lincoln's tongue against his own.

Michael couldn't decide if he was disgusted or turned on by the thought of Lincoln inside him, and that moment of indecision made his brain buzz.

He needed to stop thinking and crawl back into bed and hide.

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