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08 April 2007 @ 01:17 pm
Prison Break Slash Fiction: On Silver Sand  
Title: On Silver Sand
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Lincoln/Michael (Slash, PWP)
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: Fun, romantic PWP at the boys' south-of-the-border beach house.
Author's Notes: Set in the "Paradise" post-escape AU, which branches off post-Season 1 and has no conspiracies, treasure-hunts, OOC developments or other complications. This was written as a late birthday fic for the one and only smidgy_06, whose birthday was a stealth operation this year. Hope you enjoy it, Smidgy, and that it's not too late to still be fun! Also for fanfic100; this is prompt #45, "Moon."

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"Do you think this fireplace works?"

"I certainly hope so," Michael called from the kitchen. "That was the idea."

"For what?" Lincoln asked. "For winter?"

"Could be. You notice there's no air-conditioning in this place? No heat, either."

"Ah. I thought it was for something else."

"Like what, atmosphere?" Michael came around the corner, grinning. "I'll remember that when the nights turn cold."

"Yeah, it's probably too soon for that right now."

"So, something on your mind, then?"

"What do you think?" Lincoln smiled slowly.

"You are so incredibly, wonderfully predictable." Michael reached out and stroked up Lincoln's side, fingertips passing over naked skin.

Lincoln pulled Michael closer, positioning those hips and letting an appreciative hand wander around to the back. "Let me get a blanket, and we'll go outside," he murmured.

"Sounds like a plan."

They went just a few feet into the palm grove to the side of the house, and were secluded by tree trunks and shadows from condemning eyes. The moon shone silver-bright and nearly full, dividing the night into blue, black, and gleaming white.

"So what brought this on?" Michael bit gently at the edges of Lincoln's mouth and throat.

"You know those shorts drive me crazy…"

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah." Lincoln slid his hands down inside the waistband. "But I've got a solution-- they need to come off." He pushed down and ran his hands over the muscled globes that awaited. "Mmmmm, Michael… where's your underwear?"

Michael shifted his legs and rolled up against Lincoln meaningfully. "It was getting in the way of my strategy," he admitted.

"Strategy? Outmaneuvered me already, huh?"

"What happens if I say yes?" Michael arched his back with a sudden hiss, as Lincoln's hand slipped down around the back of his legs.

"I'll have to get forceful with you," Lincoln teased, his fingers just barely stimulating Michael from behind.

Michael shook against him, breathing unevenly. "Promise?" he gasped out.

"Oh, yeah." Lincoln mouth ended any further conversation.

The fullness of Michael's lips was intoxicating—so satiny yet firm against Lincoln's own, practically begging to be nibbled and sucked on. The slow roll of his tongue against Michael's lit up every nerve in Lincoln's body, and he pulled Michael closer—harder-- their muscles straining against each other.

"Mmmm," Michael moaned, pulling away reluctantly. "Did you bring the lube?"

"And waste an incredible mouth like yours?" Lincoln grinned. "Not on your life."

"Why do I have the feeling I'm getting the short end of the stick?" Michael protested mildly.

Lincoln chuckled. "Not short by a long shot, and I was thinking you might like to ride rodeo-style this time for a change."

Michael kissed him again and slid down between Lincoln's legs. "You drive a hard bargain," he conceded, "And don't say it..."

"Not a word." No sense in letting bad jokes spoil where things were going.

This part of being with Michael was like floating, like weightlessness held around a single area of sensation. Ohhhhh, Lincoln groaned, the sheen of sand glimmering all around him as the wind shifted the canopy of palm fronds against the moonlit sky overhead.

After awhile Michael paused, and the tingle of air over Lincoln's skin re-focused his attention. Michael's preparations took no more than a minute before he reversed direction and got on top of Lincoln, easing himself on down with measured precision.

"Okay?" Lincoln whispered. The back of Michael's shoulders glowed like an iridescent tapestry.

"Yes." Michael leaned forward to support his hands on Lincoln's legs. Then he began to move.

Lincoln's eyes drifted shut under the sweet feeling of Michael's tight heat trapping him inside. He surrendered to it for a moment, to the slow pace Michael was setting. It was perfect, all of it, just letting Michael find the right angle to give himself the most pleasure.

Before long, Lincoln's hands wandered up of their own volition, stroking the planes of Michael's back and hips. Dream-images wavered in front of his eyes as the pictures on Michael's skin shimmered in and out of the night's radiance. Like a story from another world, they turned and tilted in the light as Michael lifted and lowered over him, moaning with increasing frequency.

"Linc—" Michael gasped out, and Lincoln sat up far enough to reach around and grasp Michael firmly and skillfully.

Just like that, Michael's rhythm became rough and irregular, and then he was spilling over both of them in shuddering waves. His muscles clenched around Lincoln, random movements that dragged Lincoln right over into a sudden climax. Ohhhhh, he groaned, sinking weakly back onto his elbows and letting his face tip upwards toward the blinding sweep of the sky.

He flopped down further, an arm flung over his eyes, and waited for the world to settle down.

The heavy weight on his thighs finally shifted and eased off, and then Michael was stretched out beside him. "How can you be wiped out when I'm the one that did all the work?" Michael said playfully.

"How can you be so energetic afterwards?"

"I'm a Sexing Machine, that's how."

Lincoln threw his head back and laughed. "Somehow, I never imagined you saying those particular words. Ever," he admitted.

"I like to keep you guessing." Michael stroked his fingers up the side of Lincoln's neck.

"Really? What's next?"

"A walk along the beach in the moonlight," Michael suggested. "After we, you know, put our clothes back on."

"Romantic and practical," Lincoln teased.

Michael thought about prisons and escape plans, and the overwhelming Why right here in his arms. "And don't you forget it," he finally said, like it was only about this moment and nothing deeper.

"Give me a hand up?" Lincoln asked.

"For an old man like you? Any time." Michael stood up and helped Lincoln follow.

"I think you're going to get it, for that 'old man' comment."

"Yeah? When?"

"Starting now." Lincoln lurched at him and Michael bolted off.

The moon gleamed in silent surveillance as the chase went on.


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aeroport_artaeroport_art on April 8th, 2007 09:40 pm (UTC)
Lol, the dialogue at the beginning cracked me up, it's so delightfully cheesy! And the rest was pretty and sensual, as always. Yay!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on April 11th, 2007 04:35 pm (UTC)
It's definitely been awhile. :D Cheesy!?! I was aiming for "playful," but Lincoln really does get cheesy at times. Too much of a 'guy,' I think.

He and Dean are very similar that way. Neither ever met a bad euphemism or double-entendre he didn't like, I'm convinced of it. :0
stage_masterstage_master on April 8th, 2007 09:41 pm (UTC)
This was so gorgeous halfshellvenus. I know you hear this a lot, but your work is so beautifully atmospheric and really tangible to the reader.

I think your banter has gotten even better over time as well. The brothers have very distinctive voices, and it's fun to see you work with them. Some of Michael's lines surprised me (in a good way); he's playful, and it's almost as if he's slowly healing. I can see the way he is around Lincoln, almost as if his full personality is present in the company of his brother.

Overall I really enjoyed this piece. And as always, your stories have that 'one line' for me. You know what I mean, that one thought that digs deeper than all the rest. I loved this:
"Michael thought about prisons and escape plans, and the overwhelming Why right here in his arms. "And don't you forget it," he finally said, like it was only about this moment and nothing deeper."

Lovely story dear.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on April 11th, 2007 04:42 pm (UTC)
I think your banter has gotten even better over time as well. The brothers have very distinctive voices, and it's fun to see you work with them.
They were much more distinctive to me in Season 1. Michael's in particular has really drifted in Season 2, and it's really hard on the muse. The writers seem to have forgotten who he is, in service of their various plot points. :(

Some of Michael's lines surprised me (in a good way); he's playful, and it's almost as if he's slowly healing. I can see the way he is around Lincoln, almost as if his full personality is present in the company of his brother.
This was a wonderful description of what I was going for. Michael is essentially more free to 'be himself' now that he has been for years (with an image to live up to, or a mission to carry out). And ideally, his relationship with Lincoln has changed into something more funloving and confident, with all the "I know you are, but what am I?" stuff firmly in the past.

You know what I mean, that one thought that digs deeper than all the rest. I loved this:
*flails* That one was added for emotional depth, in part because that particular part of their past can never really be forgotten and it colors even the kind of lighthearted comment Lincoln was making. Underneath the surface (even of the teasing), there's something that is more-- more devoted, and also more costly. I'm glad that came through for you loud and clear.

Thanks so much for your wonderful and thoughtful comments! They inspire me to try to get back into writing this pairing a little more often (Oh, Season 2-- you have injured me badly). :)
froggy: say_whatniektete on April 8th, 2007 10:06 pm (UTC)
I've missed this series. You deliver each and every time; sexy but classy and romantic. Go you!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on April 11th, 2007 07:21 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

I've missed it too-- Season 2 has made it increasingly hard to write any Lincoln and Michael fics whatsoever, even the Gen ones. Michael in particular is so OOC this year on the show that I hardly know who he is anymore.

Deadbeat_nymph had the right idea: focus on Season 1 and its characterizations, and ignore what comes after. :0
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on April 11th, 2007 07:22 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! Glad you liked it. :)
happy is as happy does: don't care if related - x3bettertouchx3happywriter06 on April 9th, 2007 12:26 am (UTC)
I love reading your stuff because the images are always so vivid. I can always clearly picture each and every thing in my head.

"I'm a Sexing Machine, that's how."

Lincoln threw his head back and laughed. "Somehow, I never imagined you saying those particular words. Ever," he admitted.

All the dialogue is great but this really cracked me up.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on April 11th, 2007 07:25 pm (UTC)
but this really cracked me up.
Oh, me too. :) It's not the kind of thing Michael is prone to say, but I can hear him saying it-- kind of like "We're not breaking out of a Jamba Juice, gentlemen." It's kind of 'hip' for Michael, but he does have that evil sense of humor sometimes.

Happy belated birthday, BTW! The things I miss out on while on vacation. Hope it was good. :)
(no subject) - happywriter06 on April 12th, 2007 07:09 pm (UTC) (Expand)
I'm for wine and the embrace of questionable women: michaelmissyjack on April 9th, 2007 04:19 am (UTC)
Oh i so love this, but it makes me kinda sad becuase its everything i wanted from S2 but didn't get. Well okay i knew we wouldn't get the sex ;) But this is the sort of glimpese i wanted of thier relationship - us finding out , and them finding out, what they were like as brothers.

/insert standard PB S2 rant plus extra Kellerman love.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on April 11th, 2007 07:29 pm (UTC)
Oh i so love this, but it makes me kinda sad becuase its everything i wanted from S2 but didn't get.
I agree with you entirely-- there was some bonding at the beginnning of S2, but at this point I have no idea who Michael is anymore (he seems really OOC to me), and that Lincoln would see Michael come back all beat up from his session with Agent Kim and barely react to it... WHO is this now? Even strangers have more compassion. :( Stupid writers-- what a lousy job they've done with S2. You CAN have action without _changing_ who all the characters are. Work with the characters, don't jettison them.

/insert standard PB S2 rant plus extra Kellerman love.
Hee! That's basically my mantra for this entire season as well. ;)
Valerie: Because Michael was busygaladrielriver on April 9th, 2007 04:19 am (UTC)
*giggles* Lovely work.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on April 11th, 2007 07:29 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Love the icon-- that whole idea works for me entirely. :D
(no subject) - galadrielriver on April 12th, 2007 01:36 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Deadbeat Nymph: puckerdeadbeat_nymph on April 9th, 2007 08:49 pm (UTC)
Yay! So good to see more hot M/Lness from you. :D

This was sweet and funny and mad hot all at once.

Good job. And thank you.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on April 11th, 2007 07:31 pm (UTC)
Thank you, Nymph.

Sorry not to be fulfilling my M/L duties as much as I used to. Damn Season 2, and the M/S and conspiracy plots it rode in on. :0
(no subject) - deadbeat_nymph on April 11th, 2007 08:14 pm (UTC) (Expand)
michelle: Michael and Lincoln - close handscertainthings on April 9th, 2007 09:49 pm (UTC)

*grabby hands* Oh, I do miss your Michael/Lincoln. Well, reading it.

I just ... And them. And and awww. :big stupid grin:

Lincoln chuckled. "Not short by a long shot, and I was thinking you might like to ride rodeo-style this time for a change."

LOVE LOVE LOOOOOOOVE!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on April 13th, 2007 05:47 pm (UTC)
:D I miss them too, every part of their dynamic (I don't know what the heck is up with Season 2, but it's been deadly).

I haven't been writing enough porn for them, but I can't think of a better occasion than your birthday! They miss you too, after all. ;) Their brothercest loves needs all the support it can get. :D

Many happy late-birthday returns. At least I got something done on vacation, besides endless Disneyland rides. :D
galerandyaddict: firsttimegalerandyaddict on April 9th, 2007 10:25 pm (UTC)
i just love it sweet and soft and beautiful like this <3
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on April 13th, 2007 05:49 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Me too, obviously. I like the PWP straight porn, but I like the sensuality much more, generally. :)
tyricaltyrical on April 9th, 2007 11:54 pm (UTC)
It's been awhile since I visited with Mike and Linc.
This was a lovely return. The overall setting was very ethereal. The dialogue just added to it. Sigh!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on April 13th, 2007 05:50 pm (UTC)
It's been awhile since I visited with Mike and Linc.
:D Me too, unfortunately. The last big one, other than "Icicle Palace" for the PB Fic Exchange, was the one I wrote for your birthday!

So glad you liked this one too. :) It gets harder and harder to write these two, thanks to the de-characterization that is Season 2 of the show. *cries*
thinlysliced: House close-upthinlysliced on April 13th, 2007 04:45 pm (UTC)
Mmm, great - I really liked this!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on April 13th, 2007 05:52 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much. :)

I see you like another of my fandoms as well. :) Gregory House just never stops fascinating me, in all his snarky, assy, brilliant, and people-hating glory. :D
(no subject) - thinlysliced on April 14th, 2007 11:00 am (UTC) (Expand)
heartagram_lala: Went assheartagram_lala on May 4th, 2007 01:36 pm (UTC)
yay! lol.

very hot, loved it
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on May 16th, 2007 12:50 am (UTC)
Thank you very much!

Good to know I haven't completely lost my M/L touch.... ;)
fiery_fox2fiery_fox2 on September 20th, 2008 10:50 pm (UTC)
You have taken me over to the dark side with your M/L slash fiction. I whined and complained and bitched about not reading any slash but Sam/Dean, yet you somehow, with your writing wiles *wry grin*, convinced and dragged me here to the lovely Prison Break Michael/Lincoln slash fandom. I'll never look at the brothers in that show the same way again. You are my hero. *grins*
This was beautiful and lovely and, above all, very hot. The banter was fun, and the slash was mind-blowingly numbing, in a very good way.
\o/

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on October 18th, 2008 02:44 am (UTC)
The dark side indeed! As if you really needed another brothercest fandom. ;)

I'm so glad you've been enjoying the Michael/Lincoln stories, and this one in particular! I remember it being very hard to write, what with the show being in a scattered place at the time where none of the characters felt familiar.

Fortunately, I've still got a little bit of a groove left, and will try to write these two as long as I can. :D