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12 April 2010 @ 11:30 pm
Prison Break Slash Fiction: "Across A Crowded Room" (Michael/Lincoln, R)  
Title: Across A Crowded Room
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Michael/Lincoln (Slash)
Rating: R
Summary: Sometimes Lincoln and Michael would meet up at a bar across town. Sometimes, Lincoln pretended to be late…
Author's Notes: For fanfic100, this is "Strangers."


Lincoln knew what Michael looked like, with those x-rated lips and those eyes that could bore right through you—or utterly dismiss you—in just a few breathless seconds. Add that lanky physique and that tight, fuckable ass, and Michael looked like a walking wet dream.

He looked like bait.

Sometimes he and Michael would agree to meet up in a gay bar across town, walking in separately and working their way around to each other like they were strangers meeting for the first time.

Sometimes, when Lincoln was in the mood to make things interesting, he would also pretend to be late…

He never actually was—probably more to do with jealousy than over-protectiveness—but he still liked to let Michael think so. Lincoln would sneak in when Michael was looking the other way and then hang back in the crowd, hiding beneath an unlikely hat and watching men circle around Michael like wolves stalking a sheep.

Eventually he'd stuff the hat in his pocket and shoulder his way in to the rescue. It was more fun when Michael couldn't see him coming, and Lincoln revealed himself only with the sound of his voice.

"Is this guy bothering you?" he'd said one time, and it was cheesy as hell but Michael had practically creamed his jeans over it.

The expression on Michael's face when Lincoln's words rolled through the crowd and curled around him was why Lincoln sometimes slipped in unseen and just waited. Times like that, Michael looked totally, fucking hot. Lincoln would feel his skin sizzle under Michael's gaze, and with the added thrill of flirting in public (God, if people only knew they were brothers), they didn't always make it back to the car. Sometimes they were all over each other right there on the floor, lucky to get as far as the bathroom or the alley before things got frantic and dirty enough to get the two of them arrested.

Meeting up like strangers added a certain shivery thrill to the experience, as if sneaking around behind Veronica's back to fuck his own brother wasn't enough. Lincoln could never stop chasing it—the next thrill, the next dangerous possibility, whatever it took to make him feel like he was actually alive.

If that took going to the other side of Chicago and imagining Michael with other men, so be it.

When Lincoln got him back again, he'd ride him rough and leave enough marks that both of them would know Michael had always belonged to him.

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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: DominicSexyhalfshellvenus on April 14th, 2010 07:13 am (UTC)
Funny how those cliches sometimes really are hot, isn't it? I think that's why whole fandom-cliche setups become cliches. :)

It's so very like Lincoln to chase and enjoy this kind of thrill.
Both his nature and his downfall, at different times in his life, but it's who he is.

Maybe it's me, but I often feel like, from the two of them, Michael is the one pinning the more (not sure it's the right word so let me know if I'm not clear, here) in your fics - which fits canon.
I definitely see them that way (and yes, that's the right word). Especially in S1, it was so clear that Michael was more emotionally invested in Lincoln (just like Dean with Sam in SPN) that it was too easy to see him going all the way over the edge of infatuation into reckless, doomed love (and doing stupid things because of it).

Lincoln, though, is such a constellation of lust that this turns things around but isn't quite the same flavor. Canonically speaking, I can't see him doing the kind of emotional hand-wringing that Michael is more prone to. But this kind of nearly-blind animal impulse? Oh, yes!
realpestilencerealpestilence on September 13th, 2011 12:46 am (UTC)
The thing is...if that pining wasn't welcome, either as brotherly affection/concern, or slashy lust/love, then I'm sure the object of such would make it clear that it's not welcome and/or cut ties. Just because a guy is gruff, tough, or laconic, doesn't mean he's not feeling it-and I think an elder sibling would be less inclined to show it, because they're supposed to be in charge and take care of the younger, etc.

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on September 13th, 2011 06:50 am (UTC)
and I think an elder sibling would be less inclined to show it, because they're supposed to be in charge and take care of the younger, etc.

Yes-- very much the case with Dean, for instance, where I've always thought he was the one who "felt more." But for most of the early seasons, he was so duty-bound to take care of Sam that you know he would have repressed anything he saw as potentially harmful. And he so clearly feels so much for Sam, even though his gruffness may paint a different picture.