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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."

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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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Maz (or foxxy!): A Little Joytuesdaeschild on May 5th, 2010 11:35 am (UTC)
My word!! Without going into graphic detail you sure made a still-missing-these-boys-badly fangirl hot and bothered!!

The idea of them meeting up like strangers with Lincoln deliberately letting Michael think he was late...which cranked up the hotness with all those wolves circling...is exactly the kind of thing canon Lincoln would have done. Getting high on something was always his bag but this kind of thrill must surely rate as the best!

I believe Michael always longed for Lincoln. Even if it seemed to be on an emotional level in the show what might have happened before, as you have suggested here, seems to fit effortlessly.

Michael looked like a walking wet dream.

Oh yes!! Perfect description!

"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.

If Michael creams his jeans over this it really isn't that cheesy, Lincoln!!

I do still love your Michael/Lincoln so much, sweetheart. :)

*hugs*

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on May 13th, 2010 06:40 am (UTC)
Getting high on something was always his bag but this kind of thrill must surely rate as the best!
That's one of those interesting twists that occurs as you're writing the story-- that there's already motivation within the character for that kind of approach, and all the better if it ties into canon.

If Michael creams his jeans over this it really isn't that cheesy, Lincoln!!
It's such a bad movie-type line, but it's got that growl of protectiveness and possessiveness that you could really see setting something off in both of them.

So glad you enjoyed this, and that it's still worth reading! :)