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07 March 2006 @ 10:26 pm
Prison Break FanFiction: Riding Out The Storm  
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Lincoln/Michael (Slash)
Rating: R
Summary: Post-Escape (“The Shape of Freedom” Universe). A sudden downpour brings the trip to a halt, and Lincoln and Michael find a way to pass the time.
Author’s Notes: This was written for estrella30’s carPorn challenge, and also for the fanfic100 challenge (where I have the slash pairing of Lincoln and Michael. This is for prompt 66, “Rain.”) It follows directly after Far From The Journey's End.

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Everything is packed back up into the car by 9 o’clock, and then they are on the back highway again, heading farther south. There are miles of dust and chaparral, the occasional farm and village marking time. A brief pause for goats being herded across the road makes them wait in the ever-hotter sun, windows down for any hint of a breeze. They swig water impatiently until they can move again, leaving a trail of hostile dust behind.

Lunch is in the car, a couple of apples and some random snacks.

“I can’t believe you remembered Fritos,” Lincoln says.

“Of course,” Michael answers. “You have an unbelievable weakness for Fritos. How could I forget?”

Lincoln sees that smile at the corner of Michael’s mouth, and thinks that not all of his weaknesses involve food. After this morning’s free-for-all in the tent, where they crossed a line that brothers aren’t supposed to touch, he wonders if Michael knew that already.

The sky is getting darker and darker ahead of them, as they drive out of blue and into gray. Streaks drift in sheets down from the clouds ahead, and then before they know it they are in the middle of it, rain pounding down on the car in a thick, blinding cascade.

“Whoa!” Michael grips the wheel fiercely and slows down as it gets harder to see.

“You’d better pull off,” Lincoln says. “You can’t drive in this, and it’s not like we’ll be late for anything. How about right here?” Lincoln’s pointing to the ditch, but Michael has heard about flash-flooding in dry areas.

“No, let me find a side road.” They creep a little farther on, and Michael takes the first turn he sees, easing off onto the raised gravel bed. He stops the car and they wait.

The rain is pelting down on the roof, bouncing and pinging on the metal. It pours in torrents down the windshield as the storm increases overhead.

“Can we roll down the windows a little?” Lincoln asks. “I want to feel the air and just smell everything for awhile.”

Michael looks over sharply. He was only in prison for a few months while trying to get Lincoln out, but he knows. You get to go out in the sun, sometimes even the snow, but in heavy rain they keep you inside. No-one wants to clean up the mess, and what do inmates need to go out into the rain for anyway? As a result, it makes the men edgy, and creates a perverse need to go out just because they can’t. And where water is life, rain is living. It’s a primitive reminder of the cycle that continues beyond the cell-block walls.

Michael cracks open the windows slightly, reaching across the car to squeeze Lincoln’s hand. His brother is leaning back, eyes closed and smiling. He looks like he’s feeling and being the rain all at once.

Lincoln glances over, and pulls Michael close and under his arm. They sit there, leaning together, and Michael puts his feet up on the dashboard and settles in. It is wonderfully relaxing there with his head on Lincoln’s shoulder, and as the drops splatter down on the car it’s like watching Rain TV.

Lincoln’s head nestles cozily into his brother’s, and Michael feels warm and a little sleepy all of a sudden. Minutes pass and he grows drowsy, until Lincoln turns slightly and nuzzles into Michael’s too-short hair.

“I missed this,” Lincoln says, and he could mean anything with those words.

“I know,” Michael answers softly.

“I missed a lot of things,” Lincoln says then, his lips brushing the tip of Michael’s ear.

Michael’s skin is tingling where Lincoln touches him, and he turns toward his brother with the tiniest bit of quiet hope.

“Anything in particular?” he breathes, and then Lincoln is kissing him with the kind of passion Michael had glimpsed so many times in the past. It’s that same raw sexual energy that brought girls and women to throw themselves at Lincoln. It made Michael jealous—always of them, never of Lincoln—and it has haunted him for years with what he needed but never hoped to have. That desperate longing forced him on this path through insanity, and when planning trumped destiny they made it out to the freedom crowding this moment.

Michael is moving, moaning into the kiss and climbing astride his brother. He is rocking across Lincoln’s hard lap in time with the stroking of his tongue, and his brother’s enthusiastic response is a turn-on and a power-trip all in one.

“Is this what you want?” Michael murmurs against Lincoln’s lips, and an incoherent groan is his answer.

“This?” he asks, his hand running down Lincoln’s chest and stomach, and then tugging at his zipper as he eases his way into his brother’s pants. He caresses and strokes, though the reach is awkward, and Lincoln’s hand on his ass is tight enough to leave a mark. Michael moves off to the side, licking and nibbling his way down Lincoln’s neck, then pushing up the t-shirt for better access. He teases a nipple into his mouth, pulling lightly on its twin with gentle fingers, and Lincoln bucks up under him at those sharp sensations.

“Is this all?” Michael kisses lower and lower, and has his victory as soon as Lincoln speaks.

“God, suck me, Michael. Please—I want you to suck me.”

Michael has the seat pushed back and Lincoln’s pants halfway off in one fluid movement, and then he has claimed him with lips and teeth and tongue.

‘Oh, god!” Lincoln gasps out, and then he is drowning under arousal so intense it should have a name. Michael owns him completely, his technique intense despite lack of skill, and those hands running over his belly and hips are amplifying the overall experience until he can hardly stand it. Lincoln’s head rolls back swiftly and the world shifts and rolls as he comes with a long ululating shout. The roaring in his ears could be the rush of blood or from the storm, but either way he is deliciously overwhelmed.

“Oh,” he groans softly, eyes opening to see Michael smiling up at him. “I think you killed me.” His brother’s smile widens, and it kicks off a new spark of energy.

“Switch,” Lincoln commands.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to.”

“But I’m going to. C’mon, move.”

They bump awkwardly past each other, Michael crawling into the driver’s seat and then back over before they can get into position.

“Perfect,” Lincoln says, and then the sound of his own pants unzipping becomes the focus of Michael’s world. When Lincoln bites him gently through the cotton of his underwear, Michael’s head slams back against the seat and his thoughts float and swim through the arc of the storm. There is light chewing, the rapid rush of air on skin, kissing, and licking. Surrounded by wet heat, he is lost and groundless in pleasure, building harder and harder until a sudden vibration catches him off guard and he explodes. Rocked by vertigo and lust, he roils under the burning beauty of it all until softly, slowly he drifts back down.

His hand is stroking the back of Lincoln’s head, and he can barely form a single sentence. “I… oh. Good. So good. What was—?”

“Humming,” Lincoln says, and Michael catches a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.

“Where—?”

“A really talented girlfriend, before my last lockup.” Lincoln’s hands sweep lazily up Michael’s sides to rub and soothe and calm.

“I want to learn that,” Michael manages.

“Well, lucky me,” Lincoln smiles, and he moves higher and closer until he’s sitting across Michael, leaning softly and kissing his neck. Michael’s arms come up around him, cradling Lincoln’s head down on his shoulder and rocking him softly, softly, sweetly.

The rain is beating down, no signs of stopping, and the air blows through the car with wet promise. Lincoln is dozing, and Michael’s getting there.

The day just keeps on getting better.


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The Good, The Bad and The Lana: happy sarathelana on March 8th, 2006 08:06 am (UTC)
Eeeeeee "Rain TV". Love it. I'm such a rain person. Nothing like sitting in the green house (made of glass) while there's a storm outside.

But, dudette, one day we (as in The Fandom) have to talk about this whole R or hard R thing. What the heck happened? Since when are people afraid of NC17 now? There was a time when I exclusively read NC17 stories in the X-Files fandom because that's where all the good stories were, even the gen ones (for explicit violence and such).

And eeeee for car smut!

So, I'm wondering, what's your plan for this series? Like how long do you think it will be and since it's not going to have the same angsty conflicts of Paradise, what will its conflict be?

Also? I still doesn't count as "First Time On the Outside". This is still foreplay! ;D
The Good, The Bad and The Lana: happy excited sucre abruzzithelana on March 8th, 2006 02:05 pm (UTC)
Also? I have to say, one sentence, in fact, one word in particular gave me major "Rome" flashbacks and made me laugh because of that. :)
(no subject) - halfshellvenus on March 8th, 2006 05:32 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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(no subject) - halfshellvenus on March 8th, 2006 05:24 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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jeyhawk: wentworth: crouchingjeyhawk on March 8th, 2006 12:28 pm (UTC)
Michael’s skin is tingling where Lincoln touches him, and he turns toward his brother with the tiniest bit of quiet hope. ~I love this line so much. I love picturing Michael as quietly yearning for Lincoln, hoping his feelings will one day be returned. *happy sigh*

Very good story, I'm growing very fond of this universe. :0)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 8th, 2006 05:26 pm (UTC)
I love this line so much. I love picturing Michael as quietly yearning for Lincoln, hoping his feelings will one day be returned. *happy sigh*
Me too. :)

I love the yearning, but also the hope that (since he started it the last time) Lincoln might want him in return. :)

Very good story, I'm growing very fond of this universe. :0)
Thank you! This universe is growing on me too. :D Post-Escape is very liberating...
Ice-T: an actor, also a refreshing beverage: M/L Postcoitalfiddleyoumust on March 8th, 2006 12:32 pm (UTC)
Oh my... okay I'm going to try and form coherent thought.

leaving a trail of hostile dust behind.

Love that discription. I can actually see their car speeding down the road kicking up dirt.

“Whoa!” Michael grips the wheel fiercely and slows down as it gets harder see.

Michael said "Whoa"... Elissa will be so happy. :D

I'm a sucker for rain. Rain/car sex is.... yeah that was hot.

What a wonderful thing to wake up to.




The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 8th, 2006 05:28 pm (UTC)
leaving a trail of hostile dust behind.
Love that discription. I can actually see their car speeding down the road kicking up dirt.

Totally- especially after waiting for freakin' goats in the hot, hot sun...

I'm a sucker for rain. Rain/car sex is.... yeah that was hot.
What a wonderful thing to wake up to.

Love rain, love rainSex, and rainCarSex? Guh.

Glad you enjoyed this. I think you missed yesterday's preceding p0rn. :0 The tentSex one...

(no subject) - fiddleyoumust on March 8th, 2006 09:44 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Kimberley: PB: by everlynlampshade_days on March 8th, 2006 05:12 pm (UTC)
Oooh, car sex. And in the rain. Guh. Gorgeous.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 8th, 2006 05:30 pm (UTC)
Oooh, car sex. And in the rain. Guh.
Thank you, Kim! It's a great combination, isn't it? Clean and earthy all at once, and safe and confined and yet hotness!

Gorgeous.
Mmm... Glad you liked this one. ;) Two M/L p0rns in one week makes up for a lot of winter, doesn't it?
tyrical: VAL_kisskisstyrical on March 8th, 2006 05:52 pm (UTC)
Oh how have I missed your work! More later, gotta run. And this has been my life for the past 3 weeks. :sigh:
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: kissMichaelhalfshellvenus on March 8th, 2006 06:22 pm (UTC)
Oh how have I missed your work!
I've missed your comments too! Plus, love the icon. :)

More later, gotta run. And this has been my life for the past 3 weeks. :sigh:
Ouch. Well, that's how the money gets made at least. It's both good and bad to be so much in demand.
(no subject) - tyrical on March 10th, 2006 02:35 am (UTC) (Expand)
La Nena: gay pornsupercaptain182 on March 8th, 2006 07:13 pm (UTC)
Wow. I'm a newbie here. But crap, I only have words to describe this. Car. Sex. RainTV. This is so sexy. Fantastic work.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 8th, 2006 07:18 pm (UTC)
Wow. I'm a newbie here.
Well, then, a big welcome :D There's a lot to enjoy in the M/L slash zone. I have buckets of it on my LiveJournal home page, and we're getting more authors writing it all the time.

Car. Sex. RainTV.
Better together... ;)

This is so sexy. Fantastic work.
Thank you very much! I'm glad it made it worth your while to visit, too. :)

Hope to see you again...
mooyoo: M/L - Sides walkingmooyoo on March 8th, 2006 07:43 pm (UTC)
Once again, very nice. The happy!rain!car!porn is a nice break from all the angst we usually see for them, especially both of them a little worried about what the other one wants, and seeming to realize that they both want the same thing.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 8th, 2006 08:11 pm (UTC)
The happy!rain!car!porn is a nice break from all the angst we usually see for them, especially both of them a little worried about what the other one wants, and seeming to realize that they both want the same thing.
I live the rain!carPorn combo. It is just perfect, somehow. Not all paradises involve sunny days, I guess! :D

Yes, the anti-Angst is also nice. Because sometimes it's good just to let them play and enjoy it-- especially post-shellshock from what they've been through. That'll toss out some inhibitions right there.

Glad you liked this one. ;)
Karenbyrons_brain on March 8th, 2006 07:44 pm (UTC)
Woah, hot stuff.... more please.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 8th, 2006 08:12 pm (UTC)
:D Always more to come.

And plenty to catch up on, if you haven't visited my Live Journal home page. There's an entire section there devoted to Lincoln/Michael slash. So many possible ways to slash them, so little time...
(no subject) - byrons_brain on March 8th, 2006 09:24 pm (UTC) (Expand)
dawnstarrising: Linc and Michdawnstarrising on March 8th, 2006 10:59 pm (UTC)
Guh!
*drooling and mumbling incoherently*

Mate have I told you lately how much I love you? :-D

Carsex is the best! I know you promised, but honey, that was HOT!

I love this line:

Michael’s arms come up around him, cradling Lincoln’s head down on his shoulder and rocking him softly, softly, sweetly.

Made me whimper.

Thank you, you've made my evening!

D x
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 9th, 2006 12:35 am (UTC)
Re: Guh!
Mate have I told you lately how much I love you? :-D
More is always good for me :) The more the better!

Carsex is the best! I know you promised, but honey, that was HOT!
I did say it would be good, didn't I? The language is more smutty than I usually use-- but it really fit here. Thank goodness for estrella's challenge. Otherwise, I don't think it would have occurred to me to write this one. :0

Made me whimper.
Sounds like you're a romantic at heart. As am I. :)

Thank you, you've made my evening!
Ahhhh... another satisfied customer. Thanks, Dawn. :D

Re: Guh! - dawnstarrising on March 9th, 2006 12:44 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Guh! - halfshellvenus on March 9th, 2006 04:17 am (UTC) (Expand)
BEWARE OF JENMAR.: SN - Car!Pornclex_monkie89 on March 8th, 2006 11:39 pm (UTC)
I'm not really sure to describe exactly just how much I love this. Rain and happy, and porn and Car!Porn and...

Mm, You're definately one of the reason I'm glad I'm letting myself read again, even if it's only for a little bit.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 9th, 2006 12:37 am (UTC)
I'm not really sure to describe exactly just how much I love this. Rain and happy, and porn and Car!Porn and...
The rain part just adds the final touches on the atmosphere for me. I've written two SN carP0rns (not intentionally-- they just happened), but neither of them with the nice touch of rain.

I see you gave it the Impala seal of approval. ;)

Mm, You're definately one of the reason I'm glad I'm letting myself read again, even if it's only for a little bit.
I'm glad too, obviously. Wish I had more reading time, but right now it would cut into my writing time!
(no subject) - clex_monkie89 on March 9th, 2006 12:43 am (UTC) (Expand)
Are we back to hos over bros?lissa_bear on March 9th, 2006 02:29 am (UTC)
I'm so behind on my reading! I haven't read any of the other comments, so I might be repeating what others have said, but I particularly loved this line:

and then he is drowning under arousal so intense it should have a name.

I love the image of them, Michael's head on Linc's shoulder, feet on the dash, watching the rain together. So pretty!

Sweet ending! I really adore everything that you write, but your slashy Michael/Lincoln stuff is my favorite. And I love your Lincoln!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 9th, 2006 04:20 am (UTC)
and then he is drowning under arousal so intense it should have a name.
I hope all of us know what that feels like. :D

I love the image of them, Michael's head on Linc's shoulder, feet on the dash, watching the rain together. So pretty!
Very sweet and peaceful, isn't it? And a chance for Lincoln to just enjoy some small part of life that has been kept away from him while inside prison.

Sweet ending! I really adore everything that you write, but your slashy Michael/Lincoln stuff is my favorite. And I love your Lincoln!
Oh, thank you, lissa_bear! M/L slash was my first love, and still is-- although those cute SN brothers certainly provide loads of distraction. But my M/L slash universes are many now, and all fun (so far). :)
search for jet pants: Michael/Lincolnjetpants on March 25th, 2006 06:43 pm (UTC)
Mmmmmm, rain and car porn and happy smut. God, I love this ridiculous amounts. I love that this series is so sweet and so believable at the same time. Yum.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: wetMichaelhalfshellvenus on March 25th, 2006 07:54 pm (UTC)
Mmmmmm, rain and car porn and happy smut. God, I love this ridiculous amounts.
I think you described the Trifecta righth there ;)

I love that this series is so sweet and so believable at the same time. Yum.
Thank you! The believable is really important, or it just doesn't work. And sweet at the same time is a real bonus, in my book.

So glad you liked these all! Thanks!
Shard: Prison Breakamethystshard on April 26th, 2006 08:20 am (UTC)
You used my prompt! That makes me so happy. :) You did a fantastic job with it. The rain really does provide the perfect atmosphere. I'd like to friend you, if that's alright, since we have similar interests (PB & SN) and to keep up with your new fics (and catch up on all the ones I haven't read yet).
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on April 26th, 2006 04:55 pm (UTC)
You used my prompt! That makes me so happy. :)
I actually had written it before there was a prompt! As soon as I read about estrella30's carP0rn idea in her journal, I got inspired to add this to the arc I was working on. In fact, I don't know why carSex didn't occur to me sooner. :0 But when I say it was on the prompt list-- yay! And I'm glad it wasn't just Estrella throwing it in for my benefit-- it was a real prompt!

It's always goot to find other Lincoln/Michael fans. Our brothercest has a higher level of resistance than the Wincest (which must be half the Supernatural fandom).

Please, friend away. And welcome! ♥
Sylph: SN_waitforyousylph_ironlight on April 26th, 2006 02:36 pm (UTC)
Mmmmmmmm. Lovely
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on April 26th, 2006 04:56 pm (UTC)
Thank you, Sylph.

CarSex and rainSex are two separate high points, and together-- wow. I want to be in that picture. :)
bluesister on July 4th, 2006 07:30 am (UTC)
And where water is life, rain is living.

Ah, well-written slash. *purrs*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on July 4th, 2006 07:44 pm (UTC)
I do love the sensual aspect in slash. Just can't help it!

And with Prison Break, you usually get a smidgen (or a boatload) of angst thrown in with it. :)

Thank you, bluesister. That icon really fits the username, for both surface and subliminal reasons to me. :D