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06 March 2006 @ 01:14 pm
Prison Break FanFiction: Far From The Journey's End  
Title: Far From The Journey's End
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Lincoln/Michael (Slash)
Rating:R
Summary: Post-Escape, set in the “Shape of Freedom” Universe. Lincoln and Michael continue south on their escape route, and their relationship takes on new developments.
Author’s Notes: Written for the fanfic100 challenge, where I have the slash pairing of Lincoln/Michael. This is for prompt #56, “Breakfast.”

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The air is surprisingly still when Lincoln awakes, surrounded by their tent somewhere in northern Mexico. There are a few morning birdsongs, and distant rumbling from the highway, but it is quieter than the night in Mississippi and more comfortable than the next night’s stopover that they’d spent crumpled up in the car.

It’s cozy, despite being too early, and Lincoln’s grateful for the drop in temperature. It is perfect right now, just warm enough here with Michael blanketed across him. That wasn’t where they’d left off last night, with the thick and humid air filling the tent and the space between them. This far south, this time of year, night feels the same as dark, endless day. The heat and the heavy air press in even through the car windows, and there is barely the energy to move.

Lincoln is too tired to move now, and he hasn’t slept this close to Michael since leaving home years and years ago. Having each other as an anchor kept them both from drowning when things got too bad. When he wouldn’t try for himself, he’d do it to keep from abandoning his brother. It didn’t last forever, that noble path he was aiming for, but it was longer than he’d have bothered with on his own.

The feel of warm skin against his own is… like coming alive again. He’d forgotten just what it was like to be close to someone physically and emotionally—spent years pushing down that need before it killed him. He’d schooled himself in not thinking about what he couldn’t change, trying not to miss what he couldn’t have. It floods back so quickly now, the memory of what it is to touch the people that matter to you. There has been no head on his shoulder, no arm across his chest for more than six years. He’s been touched with violence, disdain and need, but to be held like he’s been missed—like he deserves any measure of affection—is something so pure and wonderful that he’s amazed he survived without it.

Michael’s arm over his chest is placed not in carelessness but in desperate relief. It’s as if Lincoln will vanish if he lets go, as if he can’t believe they’ve made it this far. Lincoln smiles to himself as he holds Michael quietly closer, looking up at the pinpricks of light coming through the rain cover over the tent. Michael stirs a little, leg sweeping up slightly across Lincoln’s hips. That’s when Lincoln becomes aware that he might be enjoying this more than he should.

He is trapped under Michael’s thigh, half-hard and tingling with guilty anticipation. His mind flashes back to that moment in the boxcar several nights back. A rush of emotion had overtaken him, and suddenly he was kissing Michael before he even knew it. He doesn’t know how long it went on before he realized that it was probably wildly inappropriate. He vaguely remembers that he was happy and too full of celebration, and that it felt really, really good. If he’s being completely honest, he’d have to admit that he wasn’t particularly sorry he’d done it either. If he’s being the most horrible and worthless sort of brother, he might also hone in on the fact that Michael didn’t say No.

Michael surges against him then, and Hello. His breath hitches in response to that welcome stimulation, and he feels an answering hardness against his own leg as Michael writhes a little in his sleep. It’s been too long since anything but his own hand has touched him there, and it is too good—that press and rub and the shock of surprise. Michael moans and moves again, and the small sound that escapes Lincoln brings his brother’s head up in groggy response.

Michael is hazy for a moment, before his eyes become huge-- and then calculating-- as he realizes exactly what’s going on. He takes in Lincoln’s warm embrace and clear arousal, and then smiles a little wickedly as he moves again, deliberately now, and watches the effect on his brother. Lincoln gasps as his body narrows down to there, that sensation, and his eyes drift shut as Michael’s hand sweeps down to grasp and stroke and pull. He is straining and moaning as it gets too intense, and Michael’s mouth is on his neck, sucking, biting, licking. It is so hot, and so wrong, and yet Lincoln’s arm slips under Michael’s side, pulling his brother against him as he snakes an arm around Michael’s hip and urges him to thrust up against him. Every nerve in Lincoln’s body is on fire and it is just too much, and then Michael’s mouth is on his and their tongues are slipping over one another and Lincoln is coming all over Michael’s hand. He grips Michael against him with both arms, and Michael is shooting up along his side in a slick, wet explosion of lust.

Their kisses are fierce, and then more languid as climaxes ebb away. Michael wipes his hand off onto the sleeping bag before sliding up Lincoln’s shoulders and brushing up along his neck. He holds Lincoln’s face, stroking and pulling at those pouting lips as he kisses and tongues over and around them. Lincoln can taste himself faintly on Michael’s fingers, and so can Michael—because he slips them into his own mouth and just takes a moment to enjoy the sexuality of that flavor. Any thoughts of We didn’t—we shouldn’t flee from Lincoln’s head at that sight, and he is half-hard again already at the way Michael looks—eyes closed, mouth wrapped around those fingers and the smallest, most damning moan in the back of his throat. “Oh God,” Lincoln hears himself saying, and he pulls Michael closer, coaxing those fingers out of Michael’s mouth and into his own. Michael’s hips are bucking softly in sympathy, but it’s too soon—a promise to be fulfilled later.

Lincoln kisses those fingers, and then those lips so close by, and draws Michael’s head down onto his shoulder. They laze there, Michael’s fingers sweeping firmly over Lincoln’s shoulders and chest in aimless circles before coming to rest over his heart. Lincoln’s pulse is still hammering, echoing back into his own body, but whatever he might have said just then is clearly unnecessary. No-one is feeling regrets, and no-one is pulling away. If anything, he hasn’t felt this peaceful in as long as he can remember.

Michael’s voice rumbles up through his skin, gathering below his chin. “You’ll never guess what I have for breakfast,” he says, and Lincoln can hear the smile in his voice.

“You’re thinking about breakfast right now? After what we just did?”

“Absolutely. Unless you’ve got someplace to be.”

Lincoln just laughs. Apparently they’re not going to talk about it, and he’s more okay with that than he thought he’d be.

“Okay, what is it? Please say it’s not Spam.”

Michael chuckles softly. “Not even close. Although the shelf life is similar, I’ll bet.”

Lincoln is intrigued. Possibly alarmed. His head turns toward his brother. “God, what the hell is it? Is it edible?”

Michael lifts up and his smile will not stay hidden. “Nutritionists would say no, but you’re going to love it.”

“Tell me.”

“It’s—are you ready?”

“Yes, for the last time! Tell me!”

Michael leans forward and whispers, “Pop Tarts.”

Lincoln’s face breaks into a huge, slow grin, because it is just perfect. Sugary, wonderful garbage-snacks with absolutely no food-value of any sort. They’d begged and badgered their Mom for them again and again, and the taste of them is like a childhood secret. There’s something decadent about eating them as adults, with no-one to point out that you really shouldn’t.

Lincoln sits up, bringing Michael with him, and they just look at each other, both on the verge of laughing.

“Can we have them now?” Lincoln asks, and Michael shakes his head at the eagerness.

“They’re right outside—maybe even baking a little in their wrappers.”

“Please tell me you got raspberry.”

“And frosted blueberry, because those are your favorites. And cinnamon for me.”

“You really did plan everything, didn’t you?”

“Yes I did. Even the fun stuff.” And Lincoln wonders briefly if that includes the last half hour, but decides it’s probably better not to go there.

“Uh… what about the sleeping bags? How are we going to clean them up?”

“What’s the point?” Michael says, “They’ve been stuck in that storage locker for almost a year now. It’s about time they had little excitement.”

Like me, Lincoln thinks, and almost wants to laugh hysterically at that.

“Think they’ll survive the crumbs then?” he asks.

“Definitely,” Michael says. “This is just the beginning for them. They’re going to have adventures.

And there’s a glimpse of unspoken plans and the two of them together, and Michael’s got a glimmer of seduction in his smile.

Lincoln leans back and waits, ready for anything that might happen. Right now, he’s just happy to be along for the ride.


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jeyhawkjeyhawk on March 6th, 2006 09:28 pm (UTC)
*loves*

This is just wonderful, perfect, beautiful (and I suck at constructive feedback). *lol* I just love the thought that Michael might have been planning this all along. It would be just like him, really. :0)

Michael is hazy for a moment, before his eyes become huge-- and then calculating-- as he realizes exactly what’s going on.

I love this line... Something like... Hmm what's going on, then... Can I get away with it. *laughs*

Thanks for sharing. :0)

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 6th, 2006 09:36 pm (UTC)
So glad you enjoyed it! It's fun creating different relationship universes for these two.

Technically, THIS is the one that meets thelana's "First Time on the Outside" challenge-- and it wasn't in the story arc where she expected it. Heh, heh. ;)

I just love the thought that Michael might have been planning this all along. It would be just like him, really. :0)
It's just so evil that you can never be sure about him. Have you read my "Rescue and Revelations" 2-part piece? That also has a different and more mischievous Michael in it.

Hmm what's going on, then... Can I get away with it. *laughs*
Exactly. It must have taken <2 seconds for him to come up with that conclusion and take the plunge. Which he wanted to do in the earlier "The Shape of Freedom", but decided it might freak Lincoln out. Sneaky and seductive. Mmmmm. :)
BEWARE OF JENMAR.: PB - Brotherly Love - Linc & Michaelclex_monkie89 on March 6th, 2006 10:27 pm (UTC)
This was refreshingly cute and probably the least angsty fic I've ever read in this fandom. And for some reason I love the excitement over the pop-tarts more than I should.

Way cute.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 6th, 2006 10:38 pm (UTC)
This was refreshingly cute and probably the least angsty fic I've ever read in this fandom.
I've worked for my angst/Brothercest so many times that for once, it's nice to just enjoy it. (although "Like Silk and Satin" isn't angsty either. It's just Mmmmmmmmmmmm).

And for some reason I love the excitement over the pop-tarts more than I should.
Yes, me too. I can imagine that it's just the kind of thing you remember from your more carefree youth, and that no-one will ever feed you in the Pen because it's junk and it's costly. It's an earmark of freedom all in itself!

Way cute.
I should probably write more cute in this fandom, shouldn't I? I mean, other than how I write Sucre. :D
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 7th, 2006 03:48 am (UTC)
I couldn't help but laugh at that! Even though it's suppose to be sexual, it makes Michael sound like a little kid.
It's a sexy moment, but his eagerness is very kidlike, and I like that too.

Loved this story, so sexy & sweet =)</i. Thank you :D Always nice to hear from new people, too. More to come in this arc, and more stories to explore at my Live Journal homepage if you're so inclined. :)
jamiepbfan on March 7th, 2006 04:05 am (UTC)
goodie
Loved this....wierd thing was that at the moment i was reading this i was actually eating a pop tart! Nice to just see them relax and have no worries...a non angsty fic is good every now and then.!!!!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 7th, 2006 05:37 am (UTC)
Re: goodie
Just hope no-one's getting confused with multiple storylines (and paths to the slash) going on here.

But this one was sure fun to write. Sexy and teasing and fun. :D
Diellepseudoartiste on March 7th, 2006 06:21 am (UTC)
Pop Tarts = Brilliance
that little cute aside was perfect in lightening up what egan as a emotional contemplative story. I mean, I love Michael/Linc and all their complex thoughts and problems as mucha s the next slashy fangirl, but kudos to you for giving the boys a bit of fun!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 7th, 2006 07:04 am (UTC)
that little cute aside was perfect in lightening up what began as a emotional contemplative story.
I do tend to write a lot of the contemplation and reflection, it's true.

But this was a nice chance to write the hotFluffySex as well, and it was fun. :D

More to come in this arc...
The Good, The Bad and The Lana: contemplative stern michaelthelana on March 7th, 2006 08:25 am (UTC)
Happy, laughing Michael and Linc. Oh noes, the AngstQueen inside of me is crying! ;p Though I guess they deserved that for a change.

Love the part about Lincoln talking about how he missed being emotionally and physically close to somebody. And that it started even before prison.

And the part with the fingers in Michael's mouth is wicked hot :D

More! More!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 7th, 2006 05:23 pm (UTC)
Love the part about Lincoln talking about how he missed being emotionally and physically close to somebody. And that it started even before prison.
You have to think that a part of you would die inside from the lack of that, and how very much you would miss those feelings of you as a person (not a warm body) being loved and important.

And the part with the fingers in Michael's mouth is wicked hot :D
It IS, isn't it? More graphic than I usually write.

More! More!
CarP0rn is next, where I break my own boundaries of certain areas of smut. :0

(no subject) - thelana on March 7th, 2006 05:24 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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iscaris on March 7th, 2006 04:45 pm (UTC)
Hee! Tribute to Brokeback Mountain, M/L style.

I really like the post-sex easiness they still feel with each other - angsting is fair, at times, but I like to have them be okay with what they have at some point. And I do adore your Michael - you've got his canon self down very well.

Michael leans forward and whispers, “Pop Tarts.”

Yay! Thanks for sharing.

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 7th, 2006 05:27 pm (UTC)
Hee! Tribute to Brokeback Mountain, M/L style.
Yeah-- it's not supposed to be, but Brokeback Mountain almost effortlessly self-references into things even when you don't want it to!

The preceding fic is some platonic time spent in that tent, while Michael is asleep and Lincoln is owning up to what saving him cost his brother. And this one is just Mmmmmm. Get the body parts in the wrong places and some underlying lust and sexiness and-- whoa! Things take on a life of their own. :D

I haven't written as much teasing!Michael as I would like, although exasperated!Funny!Michael has gotten a run for his money (but is left at the starting gates by angsty!Michael). It's fun to write this different slant on him, and all of these angles are still very much part of who he is.

Glad you liked this one, iscaris!
Kimberley: PB2: by everlynlampshade_days on March 7th, 2006 05:25 pm (UTC)
Mmm, Pop Tarts. *giggles* This was really cute and hot and all sorts of similar complimentary adjectives. Every little bit of it is just so perfect, down to the line about how the sleeping bags are going to have adventures.

Loved it, as always. :D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 7th, 2006 05:30 pm (UTC)
Mmm, Pop Tarts. *giggles*
The Pop-Tart love is so deep in North America. Just hope I'm not leaving the European readers too far behind with it, although I'm sure they've heard of them. :D

Every little bit of it is just so perfect, down to the line about how the sleeping bags are going to have adventures.
And don't you envy those sleeping bags for what they'll witness? :D

Thank you very much for the comments. My PB true smut has been really spaced out lately, so I'm not drawing you over here quite as often. Now, if you liked SN smut, you'd be happier than a person who doesn't have to commute through the snow for hours and hours. (I feel for you). :D
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mooyoo: M/L - Sides walkingmooyoo on March 7th, 2006 06:59 pm (UTC)
Oh nice and cute and happy. Good for them :) I like happy little interludes in the midst of much more serious things like running and hiding out.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 7th, 2006 07:44 pm (UTC)
like happy little interludes in the midst of much more serious things like running and hiding out.
Yes, me too. Like the moment against the tree in the rain, in your rain fic.

Sometimes it's nice to just enjoy a little freedom. And a little lovin' as well. ;)
dawnstarrising: Nothing Can Keeps Us Apartdawnstarrising on March 7th, 2006 08:24 pm (UTC)
*BIG GRIN*
You know what I'm gonna say don't you?

LOVE IT!

I went all squidgy and warm when I read it. Lovely as always. Makes a change to me snivelling!

Thanks

Dawn x
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 7th, 2006 08:39 pm (UTC)
Re: *BIG GRIN*
You know what I'm gonna say don't you?
Heh! And yet, I live for it!

LOVE IT!
I went all squidgy and warm when I read it. Lovely as always. Makes a change to me snivelling!

No angstiness here, just sexy fun and teasing. :D Nice change, eh?

Like your icon, BTW. I see you've found some good ones!

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Re: *BIG GRIN* - halfshellvenus on March 7th, 2006 09:20 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Oh Honey... - dawnstarrising on March 7th, 2006 09:28 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Sorry... - dawnstarrising on March 7th, 2006 09:34 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Sorry... - halfshellvenus on March 7th, 2006 11:28 pm (UTC) (Expand)
bwitched83uk: PBBrothersBluebwitched83uk on March 7th, 2006 11:29 pm (UTC)
Awwww that was adorable, so cute. *squishes them both*
And it is nice not to have to voer angst everything all the time, I'm happy about the way they hand;ed it here :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: kissMichaelhalfshellvenus on March 8th, 2006 12:03 am (UTC)
Awwww that was adorable, so cute. *squishes them both*
Thank you! :)

And it is nice not to have to voer angst everything all the time, I'm happy about the way they hand;ed it here :)
Yeah, sometimes it is what it is. And if it's good and loving, maybe it doesn't have to be analyzed to death rightThisSecond. ;)
tyrical: PB_brotherstyrical on March 10th, 2006 02:26 am (UTC)
I loved the feeling of euphoria that envelopes this piece. I love how Lincoln's thinking has changed and its one of wonder and relief. The way he enjoys Michael's need. It's like he's luxuriating in the feel of being wanted and missed. That he's blocked out all that he couldn't have and here Michael is giving it all to him on a sliver platter.

I loved how easy they got together. How Michael wakes and just goes with the flow. How he just knows what Lincoln needs and and by fulfilling that he fulfills his own need.

I loved Michael sense of humor too! Those are very lucky sleeping bags.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 10th, 2006 07:26 am (UTC)
I loved the feeling of euphoria that envelopes this piece.
That's a great word to describe it. It's more than relief-- there's a certain amount of reawakened joy in Lincoln here, all the more helped by Michael's planning and his love.

The way he enjoys Michael's need. It's like he's luxuriating in the feel of being wanted and missed.
Like now that he's not going to break Michael's heart by being killed, he can admit to himself that it's okay that Michael loves him enough to save him. He doesn't have to deny it out of fear that the love will destroy Michael when Lincoln is taken from him. Not to mention the sweetness of being cherished, loved for himself (however imperfect he is). That feeling has to have been buried as unnecessary so very long ago.

I loved how easy they got together. How Michael wakes and just goes with the flow. How he just knows what Lincoln needs and and by fulfilling that he fulfills his own need.
This was a nice change, wasn't it? Take the initiative, make the most of the opportunity for both of you. And don't sweat it later...

I loved Michael sense of humor too! Those are very lucky sleeping bags.
Michael is so serious so much of the time (not that we don't understand why) that it's nice to let him tease and have fun for a change!

Hit the carP0rn yet? It's... delicious. :D


search for jet pantsjetpants on March 25th, 2006 06:26 pm (UTC)
Ajhaksjfhjkdfsakljdlka, hi. I've been rationing out your Michael/Lincoln stories to myself because I didn't want to tear through them all and then have nothing left, and yeah. I love this part so so so much. I've been just craving some kind of PB-related smut the last few days, and this is obviously the best kind since it's M/L, and it also pretty much fits into the fluffy category I've also been craving, because hee pop tarts! ...and all that incoherence was to say, this is perfect and exactly what I wanted to read right now.

Michael’s arm over his chest is placed not in carelessness but in desperate relief. It’s as if Lincoln will vanish if he lets go, as if he can’t believe they’ve made it this far.

I really love that, I love the idea of Michael just CLINGING to Lincoln, afraid he'll lose him again and wanting to reassure himself that Lincoln is THERE. And, like here, if Lincoln isn't an ass, he'll realise that and return it. So, yes, perfect, lovely, and guh, and I'm on to the next part. :D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on March 25th, 2006 07:53 pm (UTC)
I've been rationing out your Michael/Lincoln stories to myself because I didn't want to tear through them all and then have nothing left
Ooh. What an excellent plan!

love this part so so so much. I've been just craving some kind of PB-related smut the last few days, and this is obviously the best kind since it's M/L, and it also pretty much fits into the fluffy category I've also been craving, because hee pop tarts!
This one is happyFluffy, as well as sexy, and after "The Rat" episode we can all use some fluff.

I really love that, I love the idea of Michael just CLINGING to Lincoln, afraid he'll lose him again and wanting to reassure himself that Lincoln is THERE.
Even more important after that last horrific episode! But, with Lincoln disappearing to Lisa, and then to prison over and over... I can see Michael wanting to cling to him forever just in case he slips away again.

guh, and I'm on to the next part. :D
Heh. See you there!
Da'mien: Katedecayd_matter on June 8th, 2006 07:02 am (UTC)
Oh god pop tarts xD how absolutely adorable!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on June 8th, 2006 04:51 pm (UTC)
They seemed so perfect, somehow. Celebratory, frivolous (what a change!) and yet... also practical, since they'll keep forever. It's just Michael all over. :D

Nice change for Lincoln from life in the pen, too. ;)
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Kingsterkingster_me on June 17th, 2007 09:51 am (UTC)
The part just after they come, Lincoln tasting himself, Michael having his fingers in his mouth, and Lincolns reaction to it, is incredibly, incredibly sexy.

You're excellent at writing intimacy and sex the way (imho) it actually is with someone you care about.

Thanks.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on August 17th, 2007 10:36 pm (UTC)
Goodness, how could I have forgotten to reply to this?

I'm so glad you liked this, and that little sexy detail. :) It has the subtext of "acceptance" as well as sex-- of all that happened and all that will. It's Lincoln's surrender, in a way.

I very much like writing love-making more than pure sex, which does tend to color stories like this one! Thanks so much for reading and commenting!
(Anonymous) on August 17th, 2007 07:46 pm (UTC)
pop tarts
this is so wonderfully set out and the start is all dreamy floaty and cosy *glee*



and lincoln and michael, and his perfect face and body and *guh*

so yes, i love this fic- even more so, the part at the end, where michael sounds all childlike mischevious and whispers "pop tarts"- like hes taken a cookie from the jar without anyone knowing *squee*


and blueberry poptarts are my favorite.

love alot

A.J.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on August 17th, 2007 10:41 pm (UTC)
Re: pop tarts
Thank you! I'm glad you liked the mood as well as the story-- it's a nice, slow waking up to each other and all the possibilities of this new relationship.

the part at the end, where michael sounds all childlike mischevious and whispers "pop tarts"- like hes taken a cookie from the jar without anyone knowing *squee*
:D What a wonderful way to describe that! It is like that-- like he has a secret that he's just barely willing to spill.

Thanks so much for reading! :)