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09 November 2006 @ 11:46 pm
Prison Break Slash Fiction: An Oasis Of Being  
Title: An Oasis of Being
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Lincoln/Michael (Slash)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Post-Escape and established-relationship. The brothers find temptation is too much on the road to Utah.
Author’s Notes: Happy Birthday to tyrical, who is a joy and inspiration to know! Hope this little interlude with the boys warms your heart, sweet lady. Also for fanfic100, where I have the slash pairing of Lincoln/Michael. This is for prompt #75, “Shade.”


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They make it as far as Nebraska before they just can’t stand it anymore.

Hours of driving—not too fast, always careful not to do anything that would get noticed—while they put some distance between themselves and Illinois.

Bellick was trapped in a shack, and the car wouldn’t be missing until he got out. And every mile was measured by glances and half-smiles, and fingers tracing along each others’ legs in a teasing reminder of what they’d both waited weeks to finally have.

So few moments together in prison, so little time to touch and to talk, let alone cement the shift in their relationship from brothers to lovers. It had been an agony of lonely panic as the days dwindled down.

Despite all the things that went wrong, they’d escaped in time. And there began the meandering through the unwanted steps of plans B and C, and even D.

They aren’t in Panama now, but they’re on the way to Utah where a fortune awaits them. So many things can be solved by money—whether it’s buying fake passports or just renting a plane to bypass the whole system.

There were a few frantic kisses around corners once they got out, but the rest of the gang was close and tight—there was no chance for privacy or even a moment alone from questions and demands.

Now it’s just the two of them; the others have been cut loose to make it on their own. Lincoln and Michael are flying down the road in Bellick’s bomber of a ride, and thinking about what they’d be doing if they weren’t running from the law.

Michael watches Lincoln drive. Sometimes his brother is relaxed and easy behind the wheel, and other times a burst of energy creeps in and Lincoln bounces and shifts in his seat. Right now, Lincoln is restless. He rocks loosely in time to the music from the radio—an oldies station playing an Eric Clapton song that is pure sex, a stoner’s wet dream of rutting through a high. The sound of it, from the insinuating guitars down through the underlying thrust of the notes, gets inside Michael as Lincoln’s muscles strain toward the ideas in the song.

And suddenly that scorching kiss at the crossroads this morning isn’t going to last them. Michael’s dying to slide on over and start playing with Lincoln’s zipper, and he knows that’s too dangerous to even contemplate so long as they’re still moving. The words of the music swell through the car, filling Michael’s head:

I’ve been waiting so long… to be where I’m go-ing…

It’s the song-- or the heat-- that’s doing it to him. “Pull over up ahead.” Michael’s voice is only a little bit shaky.

“Huh?” Lincoln can’t quite hear him over the crunchy chords jutting out of the music.

“Pull over,” Michael says louder. “Behind that grove of trees.”

Lincoln slows the car, and eases off onto a dirt road that veers behind a clump of birches leaning overhead.

“This good?” Lincoln asks.

“Oh, yeah,” Michael says heavily. He throws the seatbelt off hastily and moves in closer, reaching for his brother with greedy hands. Lincoln is startled for a moment, but Michael’s kiss is heat and honey, made desperate by all the waiting they’ve had to endure.

“Mmmmm,” Lincoln moans into Michael’s mouth. The memory of stolen kisses is still fresh, the thrill of something taboo coiling down inside his groin and making him hard. God he just wants—wants Michael, wants it now. Urgent, sloppy, shameless-- he doesn’t care.

Michael’s hand steals into Lincoln’s lap, but Lincoln pushes it away before he winds up ruining his only pair of pants. “Too close,” he says.

“Already? Mmmm—impatient.” Michael’s incredibly pleased by that. He still worries that Lincoln’s far less into this than he is. He leans in again, unable to resist Lincoln’s mouth. He’d never expected to find that combination of soft lips bordered by beard sexy, but it’s so Lincoln that the sensation just ratchets him up. Everything about Lincoln sets him off—always has, though he’d tried to deny it for years. Michael runs his hands across Lincoln’s broad shoulders, down those muscled arms. Lincoln responds by pulling the edge of Michael’s dress shirt out of his pants and slipping his fingers inside to brush the silky skin of Michael’s belly.

Michael’s breath hitches at that touch, and he angles his head and kisses deeper into Lincoln as if he could get all the way down inside him and stay there forever. He reaches again for Lincoln’s zipper, but Lincoln pulls back and says “Outside” in a low, husky voice that tickles from Michael’s ear straight down to his cock.

Michael opens the door and edges out of it, and Lincoln pulls him back against the car as soon as Michael stands up. Lincoln unbuttons Michael’s shirt and nuzzles and sucks on the skin there while his hands open Michael’s pants and push everything down. Michael gasps as Lincoln closes around him, the soft, moist heat of it making him sag against the roof of the car. Lincoln takes him in deeper, his movements lost in a cloud of sensuality as he clamps his hands around Michael’s hips and holds him firmly, drawing whimpers and groans from his brother under the cooling shade of the trees.

Michael’s leaning on the car, struggling to stay upright, and Lincoln reaches around and brushes Michael’s opening with his fingers while his tongue flicks on the upswing of every pull. It’s too much, it’s-- God, it’s-- “Linc—Oh!” Michael shudders and nearly falls as he comes, and Lincoln yanks him in tighter and sucks him down in an orgy of heat and perfect pressure. Lincoln’s low-pitched groan tingles all across Michael as his brother revels in his ability to make him completely fall apart.

Lincoln finally releases Michael’s cock, pulling off slow and wet with a flourish of his tongue over the tip. A breeze stirs, and the sudden sweep of air over his skin makes Michael quiver. He looks down into the car, where Lincoln grins up at him in triumph. “What about—what were—“

“Oh, I’m taking my turn,” Lincoln says. He pushes Michael back a little and eases out around him, turning him in toward a long, slow kiss. Michael finds that he likes the taste of himself, now that he’s gotten used to it. It makes him think of how Lincoln tastes, and he’s almost embarrassed by how much he craves that now. Thoughts of pushing Lincoln down into the car and sucking him off overtake him, and the area under his stomach begins to burn with the heat of longing.

Michael strokes his hand down and over Lincoln’s erection, squeezing him through the stiff fabric of his jeans to keep him from coming. Lincoln breathes in sharply, bucking up against Michael while at the same time trying to hold his hand still. Lincoln leans himself back slightly and undoes his pants, letting them fall in a heap around his ankles. He’s naked underneath them, and Michael bites his lip at the sight of it, at the thought of Lincoln having been ready all this time.

Lincoln pulls Michael in close, snaking an arm around Michael’s waist to caress and cup the tight muscles of his ass. They shift against each other, Lincoln leaking across the heat of Michael’s stomach as he rubs against him and tongues Michael in time to his thrusts. The feeling of Michael in his arms is both so delicious and forbidden that Lincoln can hardly stand it—he wants to hold, fuck and bite Michael all at the same time. He kisses Michael one last time and then turns him around to lean across the hood of the car, positioning himself behind his brother.

Such a tantalizing picture—Michael half-spent with pleasure and his ass just waiting to be taken. Lincoln runs his hands over Michael’s back, his waist and hips, just admiring the feel of him under his touch. Lincoln moistens his own fingers while he strokes Michael’s ass with his other hand, and Michael wriggles against the car in response.

Sliding first one finger and then a second inside the tight, velvet heat of his brother, Lincoln stretches and massages Michael as he leans down to lick a stripe to the left of Michael’s spine. A teasing slide of his left hand around to the front shows that Michael is interested all over again. Lincoln gives his brother a long, slow pull, and then spreads saliva and precum over himself generously. He finds his place carefully, and then eases himself on in until he is flush against his brother and shaking from the effort to hold off just a little bit longer.

Slowly, slowly Lincoln moves in and then out again. It is so gloriously lazy in this respite from the heat of the dusty highway. Lincoln’s unhurried movements merge with a cool swirling of wind, there in the secret shelter of the trees.

Faster and deeper he goes, and Michael cants his hips backward and pushes back in time with Lincoln’s thrusts. The rhythm becomes jagged, frantic/urgent, and Lincoln reaches around and takes Michael’s cock firmly in his hand. He rubs up the shaft and twists his thumb up under the tip until Michael moans helplessly, brokenly, and comes in spurts all over the hood of the car.

That slick heat in his hand—and his brother’s wrenched-out ecstasy-- severs the last little shred of Lincoln’s resolve. He shoves harder and more unevenly into Michael, with the tightness so unbearable wonderful, and then he spills out inside him in an agony of bliss. God, it’s good… so good, and he can’t stop, can’t let the moment end. But it does, gradually slipping away as always. Lincoln lessens the pace as the sharpness fades and the climax rides out its end.

Soon it’s over, and Lincoln is no longer sheathed in the sweet secrecy of Michael’s flesh. He breathes in the scent of some distant meadow, and gives into the relaxation that steals so peacefully through this place.

He leans down and kisses Michael’s shoulder through the shirt, laying his face along Michael’s back and wrapping his arms around him tightly. They rest there, across the cooling metal of the car, and a gentle glide of air scatters across Lincoln’s back as a breeze blows past.


------ fin ------



 
 
 
aeroport_art: pornaeroport_art on November 10th, 2006 08:24 am (UTC)
*___*

“Already? Mmmm—impatient.” Michael’s incredibly pleased by that. He still worries that Lincoln’s far less into this than he is.

I like that you point this out since the reasoning for this pairing seems to suffer a little bit on Lincoln's behalf; he just isn't as canonically horny for his brother as Michael is, hahaha. Always good to address this tiny issue and reassure it away instead of just ignoring it :3

Also, I just love the general scenario. Again, it's just so canon. Thank god for PB not being as tight-fisted as Kripke is about its brotherly displays of affection! *woots*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on November 11th, 2006 03:31 am (UTC)
he just isn't as canonically horny for his brother as Michael is, hahaha.
I've always thought that, and since this follows on the heels of other series I've written, it still was always Michael wanting for so long and Lincoln only recently being aware and reciprocating.

Also, I just love the general scenario. Again, it's just so canon.
This part was fun to tie into the canon for a change (which has been awfully... zany, let us say... in S2. It's nice to give them a little time alone before the rest of the escape team shows up again. Sucre, C-Note, T-Bag... you're cramping the boys' style. Get your own lives. ;)
Your Sweet Six Hundred, Threescore And Sixmusicophilia on November 10th, 2006 09:03 am (UTC)
As usual, your Michael/Lincoln never EVER fails to please!! :D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on November 11th, 2006 03:33 am (UTC)
:D Thank you so much! Boy, Season 2 canon has made this tough going (once again). :)

It's great to give them a slice away from the crowd here, some special 'alone' time. :D
(no subject) - musicophilia on November 11th, 2006 03:47 am (UTC) (Expand)
★彡 artificial nocturne.: consumer whoreusagiko on November 10th, 2006 12:10 pm (UTC)
Looks like I'm going to need more panties. ._.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on November 11th, 2006 03:33 am (UTC)
Whoo-hoo! \o/

I mean, thank you. :)
merctales on November 10th, 2006 04:05 pm (UTC)
Bellick was trapped in a shack
That is an excellent place for him.

Michael’s kiss is heat and honey
yummy

He still worries that Lincoln’s far less into this than he is.
Just like Michael...always worrying, always overthinking things.

I love the work you put into the setting--the grove of trees, cooler than the rest of the surrounding area, just off the highway but hidden. A very sensual fic all around. Beautiful job.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on November 11th, 2006 03:35 am (UTC)
That is an excellent place for him.
:D I was thinking that as I wrote it-- that Bellick deserves to be trapped in a shack. (Or living in a broken-down trailer home).

I love the work you put into the setting--the grove of trees, cooler than the rest of the surrounding area, just off the highway but hidden. A very sensual fic all around. Beautiful job.
Oh, thank you. I always feel that the setting pulls the reader more into the moment. And additionally, it clarifies the prompt the story centers around and the theme of the title. A cozy, safe place to be away from heat of all forms.

"Sensual" as a description always makes me happy. *beams*
(no subject) - mercurybard on November 11th, 2006 04:01 am (UTC) (Expand)
The Grammarian about whom your mother warned you.acostilow on November 10th, 2006 06:35 pm (UTC)
I tink you bwoke me.

*pokes brain*

Yep. You bwoke me.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Bladehalfshellvenus on November 11th, 2006 03:36 am (UTC)
:D The manSex alone has mystifying powers. *pokes brain. Want a Jensen? Hello?* :D
dragon9maiden on November 10th, 2006 09:27 pm (UTC)
The Botticelli is back! Wonderful! It's amazing to watch what a pair of cool hands can do to a good old porn classic--car sex. You did it with a twist, cleverly using the hood as support / platform. The two part act between the brothers is very hot.
Also like how you make the sex an experience of multiple senses--sight, sound, smell, taste and touch, the complete package.
And as always, love the nice poetic touch to every sentence.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on November 11th, 2006 03:40 am (UTC)
a good old porn classic--car sex.
I never thought I'd be writing as much of it as I have, but this is the second one for Prison Break and I have five now for Supernatural. Something about being on the road for long stretches, and the privacy or illusion of it that a car provides.

Also like how you make the sex an experience of multiple senses--sight, sound, smell, taste and touch, the complete package.
I'm so very big on the sensual aspects. To me, that makes it all more real (the story and the sex). And for love-making, sensuality can't be beat. :)

I'm sorry it's been so long since the last major slash offering. Oh what Season 2 canon does to my muse!
Kimberley: PB Broslampshade_days on November 10th, 2006 11:19 pm (UTC)
Clapton is God. ..You know, I wasn't entirely convinced before, but I think that maybe this proves it.

Translation: Mmm. Good stuff. :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Casthalfshellvenus on November 11th, 2006 03:42 am (UTC)
And I'm sure you know the Clapton song, too. I think it might be second on my list of all-time great f**kmusic, after "Whole Lotta Love." It's pure, libidinous rockPorn.

Translation: Mmm. Good stuff. :)
:D Still love my Lincoln/Michael pairing. Hope canon doesn't break that for a long, long time if ever...
plutogirl10 on November 10th, 2006 11:48 pm (UTC)
I think you might be responsible for dragging me (kicking and screaming) into PB fandom. This was unbelievably erotic, urgent and mollases-slow at the same time. Just yummy : )
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on November 11th, 2006 03:44 am (UTC)
I think you might be responsible for dragging me (kicking and screaming) into PB fandom.
Whoo! I'm a converter! I've snagged a few PB fans over into SPN, but few come the other way. Though I made someone a Lincoln/Michael fan and hooked her on the series after she read a piece I posted over at brother_slash.

This was unbelievably erotic, urgent and mollases-slow at the same time. Just yummy : )
:D High complements from a porn-master such as you! I'm always glad when my porn is not completely broken. Sometimes it goes into hiding...
CLIPS DOSstve3 on November 11th, 2006 12:24 am (UTC)
WOW That was great! I missed your writing (not really into Supernatural). I thought you gave up on this pairing-I'm so glad to be wrong!

I really hope to read more new PB fics written by you :D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on November 11th, 2006 03:46 am (UTC)
That was great! I missed your writing (not really into Supernatural).
Thank you! I was doing well for M/L stuff until Season 2 started up, and the mini-hiatus really made things hard. But... hoping not to lose my touch at writing it. :)

I really hope to read more new PB fics written by you :D
I have so many more that need writing (assuming canon doesn't thwack my muse into inertia). If you read the Gen, I've written some of that too lately. And I so want to finish my one series-- S1 canon made that so hard at the end. :(
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on November 11th, 2006 03:47 am (UTC)
That's a perfect comment, especially since I haven't written any super-porn M/L slash in awhile (and much of it was kind of dark for a bit).

Glad you liked it! :)
Maz (or foxxy!): Brotherly hugtuesdaeschild on November 11th, 2006 08:19 pm (UTC)
Mmmmm! That was utterly delicious! And the way you caress our porn-glands with your gorgeous words is amazing because this is so beautifully written; as all your stories are.

Wonderfully hot and soooo satisfying!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on November 12th, 2006 01:37 am (UTC)
:D Thank you so much, foxy. Ah, it's good to have the porn muse come back for a visit. Hope she stays this time! :)
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callmetofucallmetofu on November 12th, 2006 09:42 am (UTC)
Beautiful story!

I say it calls for a sequel in a hotel room with a real bed.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on November 13th, 2006 04:38 am (UTC)
:D Thank you!

Oh, real beds with real sheets... I can hear the boys drooling over the mere thought of it. *happy sigh*
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on November 13th, 2006 04:38 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! Glad you liked it. *beams*
tyrical: Snoopy_Oh WoW!tyrical on November 13th, 2006 03:14 am (UTC)
Stolen moments.

That's all I could think about as I read this. All those little stolen moments. Those fleeting moments that make everything more important, more colorful, more vibrant, more dangerous, more intense, more meaningful for there absolute rarity.

It makes the wanting more, it make the next moment all the more real for the reason that it might not come again.

Viva la freedom all wrapped up in carpe diem.

Have I told you much I love you?
Well if I haven't shame on me!

Thank you for my lovely, lovely present!
As always lovely work! I love how many layers you manage to work into a story simply by you being the one to write it.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on November 13th, 2006 07:24 am (UTC)
Those fleeting moments that make everything more important, more colorful, more vibrant, more dangerous, more intense, more meaningful for there absolute rarity.
That really is the driving force behind this interlude here-- because it's all they've had, and the desire for more just becomes so overwhelming.

Viva la freedom all wrapped up in carpe diem.
:D Nice phrasing of the whole idea. Take what you can and love it while you may.

Thank you for my lovely, lovely present!
You are so very welcome. :) I hope it showed the depths of my appreciation for you, and gave you happy feelings about your birthday, yourself, and the year to come. :D
I'm the girl that you just won't admit you adore.: girltabularassa on November 14th, 2006 08:09 am (UTC)
Mmm...simply delicious.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Bladehalfshellvenus on November 16th, 2006 11:18 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! Don't want to neglect my first brothercest love. :) Now that Lincoln finally has some hair (and those nice open-collared shirts), I can't imagine them not having sex about every waking non-plotty minute. :)
(no subject) - tabularassa on November 17th, 2006 11:40 am (UTC) (Expand)