The Scent of Newly Laundered Clothes...

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Claim: Prison Break - Michael/Lincoln
Title: The Scent of Newly Laundered Clothes...
Author: mikhale
Characters: Michael Scofield, Lincoln Burrows
Prompt: 23. Time
Rating: R
Length: Medium
Brief summary: Different stages of Michael's life, just a beautiful and well written fic with the most adorable mental image as the childhood story, a dash or dark angst for the teenage year and a slice of smut for the happily ever after.

Ruined wasn't bad enough. The shirt had noticeably shrunk, tight around Lincoln's armpits and it pinched his waist, making him look like an overgrown baby. What was worse was that there were splotches of pink across the belly, both sleeves and exactly at spot over Lincoln's left nipple.

Michael bursts out in laughter, unashamedly pointing at Lincoln's clothes. When his laughter finally subsides, Lincoln takes the shirt off and tosses it on the ground before picking up another one.

Michael watches the muscles of his brother's back shift as he tugs the shirt on and he eyes the last of his brother's navel before it disappears under the shirt. He squeezes his eyes shut, gives a fake cough and rolls to his side, back to Lincoln.

Link to the story: The Scent of Newly Laundered Clothes...

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