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Brother's Comfort	By : Kayerfire Category: M through R > Prison Break Views: 1865 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break or any of the characters nor do I profit in any way, shape or form. I do not condone rape, incest or any of that stuff. It's just a fanfic.

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Lincoln had faded in and out. He vaguely remembered Sucre saying something about getting a car and he’d be right back. Then he remembered two people helping him into the backseat of a gray Mitsubishi. The next thing he knew he was waking up to a teary-eyed Michael sitting over him.
“Linc? You’re awake?”
His baby brother touched his face as if he couldn’t believe it was so. Lincoln tried to answer but his throat scratched and he coughed instead. After clearing it he was able to speak.
“Mike, you all right?”
Michael seemed to chuckle and sob in one sound.
“You’re the one who gets stabbed but you’re asking me if I’m all right?”
Linc was more than serious when he replied.
“You’re my brother. I’m always going to ask if you’re all right.”
Michael seemed to take it in and accept it as fact. Good. He’d better.
“We got you some antibiotics for infection,” his brother explained.
“And while you were sleeping I was able to clean you up a bit. It was hairy for a while but you’re going to be okay.”
Mike wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.
“You’re going to be okay,” he repeated more so as a reassurance to himself.
Lincoln reached up and took his hand.
“Hey. Yea, I’m going to be okay.”
He hated to see his baby brother cry. For a while they just stared at each other, confirming that the other was indeed alive and well. Lincoln never released Mike’s hand.
“I um, I know about…you and T-bag.”
His brother flinched back as if he’d been hit. A deep shame filled his gray eyes as he started to back away. But Linc squeezed his hand, refusing him escape. Michael got the message and settled back down at the edge of the bed (wait, he was in a bed?)
“I-I don’t know what you’re—”
“Cut the crap, Michael. I know everything. He’s been taking advantage of you for over a week now. Right under my nose. That’s why you’ve been so off lately. What you’ve been so afraid to tell me.”
Michael’s eyes were on the floor.
“I know…I know that before him you were never…with a man—”
“Linc—”
“And I just want you to know that regardless I love you. I always will.”
Talking about emotions like this had never been his thing but with everything he and Michael had been through there was no room for skirting them. He loved his brother and wanted him to know it.
Michael bit his lip, presumably to keep it still as new tears rolled down his cheeks. He wouldn’t look up at him, but Lincoln was satisfied that he hadn’t moved away.
“I’m so sorry, Linc.”
“Hey, come here.”
Michael didn’t budge so he pulled him down to him. His wound protested but Lincoln ignored the pain as his brother’s head landed gently on his chest. He hugged him close, feeling the wetness of his tears coating his bare skin.
“You got nothing to be sorry about, understand?”
Michael answered with a sob. He held his brother, again like when he was just a boy, so many years ago. He wanted to say more, to ask Michael how Bagwell had gotten a hold of him in the first place (blackmail? Had he threatened Lincoln’s life?) but he knew Michael wasn’t ready. He’d made that mistake before, the day Michael had punched him. He didn’t want to do it again. So he lied there and let his brother cry against him until he was finally silenced by the peace of slumber.
Two months later…
“Linc? You thirsty?”
Michael watched his big brother through the open patio door, noting the easy way he lied back in the beach chair in their backyard. Because of the weather, he wore no shirt. It was pretty damn hot. Then again it was always hot in Panama.
“Yea, bring me a beer.”
They’d finished dinner earlier, Michael had cooked. Sucre and Maricruz had come by and enjoyed the get-together. They’d taken the opportunity to announce that she was expecting. He couldn’t be any happier for the couple. Upstairs his nephew was sleeping hard, just like his dad used to. It would take a monsoon to wake him.
“Beer?” Michael thought aloud, “No he’s had enough. He gets water.”
When he arrived with two glasses, Lincoln frowned at him.
“That ain’t what I asked for, Mike.”
He sat down on the beach chair beside his brother’s.
“It’s better for you, shush.”
Linc took it begrudgingly.
“L.J’s knocked out. I just checked on him,” Michael noted.
His brother nodded before downing half the glass.
“Good. He’s been sleeping better lately, huh?”
When he’d first arrived, L.J. had been on prison-mode, keeping one eye nervously open. But he hadn’t been completely hardened yet. After a few weeks, spent with his dad sitting by the bed at night he’d seemed to adjust.
“He’ll be fine, Linc. He’s a Burrows.”
Michael sipped his own water. They stared out at the ocean.
“I want to thank you, Mike,” Lincoln suddenly blurted.
“For getting my son back to me. I don’t think I could survive if anything happened to either of you.”
He finished his water. Michael faced him.
“Same goes for me, Linc.”
They shared the moment before Lincoln stood.
“I could definitely use a beer.”
He started for the house when he suddenly stumbled.
“Linc?”
Michael was there to catch him.
“Hey, I warned you about staying hydrated out here.”
He helped his big brother back to his seat.
“Here, lie down. You probably have a touch of heatstroke.”
Lincoln blinked, his green eyes starting to dilate.
“I don’t have…shit…Mike?”
“Shh, shh. Just lie back. Relax.”
He caressed Lincoln’s stubbly cheek, anticipation building inside. It had been a while since they’d had quality time, what with L.J.’s sleep disturbances. But he’d taken care of that matter. There would be no interruptions tonight.
“I…beer…” Lincoln tried to say but soon he was lost, vacant.
Michael climbed onto his lap.
It had been months since he’d been fucked, months since his ass had taken the pounding it so desperately craved. For a while Sucre had obliged—he’d even let Michael fuck him— but once he’d reconnected with Maricruz that had been the end of it. Michael had been dying ever since.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to be fucked. And he needed it from one man.
Lincoln groaned as Michael’s hand cupped him inside his shorts, the only sound his compromised state would allow. Michael reveled in the noise, missing this side of his brother for far too long.
He knew he shouldn’t do this. After the debacle with T-bag but goddammit Teddy had opened up a need inside that had to be filled. His ass had to be filled.
Because lube would make too much of a mess he’d have to go for saliva. As he grinded against Linc, he began sucking his own fingers. He couldn’t wait to be sucking Linc’s cock. Beneath him, he could feel his brother hardening. Mmmm to feel that hardness inside him... He separated long enough to remove the both of their pants, drawers included. His need was crushing his patience.
At the sight of Lincoln’s bare naked erection Michael breathed audibly. Oh how he missed seeing that!
He dropped to his knees instantly and took the throbbing meat into his mouth. He and Linc groaned simultaneously. As he sucked his brother, Michael moved his own fingers behind him to prepare himself. Still wet with spit he slid one into his hungry hole. Once safe, he administered the other. He stroked himself, scissoring and stretching as Teddy had taught him. Even Sucre had shown him some things. His own cock jumped at the memories. Both had been damn good lovers. Teddy dominating, Sucre attentive, but neither could compare to the man to whom he truly wanted to make love. The man lying before him, mouth dropped open as Mike bathed his fat cock in his oral secretions. Nobody compared to Lincoln.
When he could take the anticipation no more Michael straddled his brother, using a hand to lift Linc’s rock solid cock toward his opening. Then he lowered himself, slowly once he felt the hardness at his entrance. Lincoln was thicker than his last two lovers which excited him greatly. He yearned for the wider stretch. Once the red-knobbed head broke in, he moaned out loud. Lincoln felt it too and groaned. He continued to ease himself down when Linc abruptly jerked his hips up with a grunt. Startled, Michael fell onto him, burying Linc all the way into his asshole. He yelped.
“Mmm!”
Lincoln’s eyes were still dazed but his breathing had tripled in its speed. Michael stared down at him for a moment, feeling his hardness stretch him. Then he began to ride.
Lincoln couldn’t keep quiet. If not for the “sleep enhancers” his nephew had taken earlier, Michael would’ve feared he’d wake. Not that he had any room to talk. He wasn’t exactly silent himself.
“Linc...Fuuck!”
His brother felt amazing inside him, dizzying him with his cock as he bounced up and down. He palmed Linc’s pecs, digging into the hard muscle that had protected him for so many years. He might be going to Hell but God was this Heaven! Riding Lincoln, fucking Lincoln, driving Lincoln to groan and heave beneath him. He could tell when his brother was close and had to force himself to slow down. Next time he’d pull a trick out of T-bag’s playbook and blow him before he fucked him, but tonight he’d been too eager.
Linc was still groaning, murmuring noises that made no sense. He was completely rapt, overtaken, bound inside his baby brother’s tight ass. Michael couldn’t take his eyes off him the entire time. But it was getting harder for Mike to control himself as well. To have his ultimate prize, for Linc to feel every bit as mind-blowing as he’d expected him to feel, it was getting to him. He wanted to make it last but his body was too near to climax.
“Linc,” he cried, “God Linc!”
His hips sped up and suddenly Lincoln was growling, cumming hard inside him. Michael cursed as his cock exploded, shooting his load all over his brother’s chest and face. Linc was blissfully unaware, still entrenched in his own orgasm. His green eyes rolled up in his head, the force of it shaking his whole body. Michael locked onto him relishing his expression of boundless ecstasy along with his own orgasm. Once complete he collapsed onto his brother, kissing his chest, neck, throat and chin up to his open lips. Lincoln was panting to catch his breath, sweat covering his delicious frame.
“I love you so much, Linc,” Michael managed between kisses.
His brother lied there, oblivious to the declaration. Eventually he would have to clean Linc up, his cum had made quite the blanket but for now he just lied against him, enjoying his body so close. Mike continued to kiss him and after a while he could feel himself revving up for another round. With a little bit of nipple play Lincoln’s cock swelled right back up as well. The second go was even more intense. Michael came first, a tear of sheer joy trailing down his cheek as he screamed his brother’s name. He continued to ride Linc until the big man reached the same conclusion.
He’d clean him up before morning, before L.J. or Linc would wake but for now he wanted to marinate in the majesty of their first time.
It was everything he’d hoped it would be. His brother did not disappoint. Michael couldn’t wait until the next encounter. Yes there would most definitely be a next encounter.
As he cleaned his semen from his brother’s body, his mind drifted back to T-bag’s words concerning his nights with Lincoln. On his use of the “R” word. If he hadn’t been raping him before then he certainly was now. How else could one define sitting on his brother’s dick without his knowledge or consent? And unlike the blow jobs before, his motive hadn’t been to help Lincoln. No, he’d done this for himself. All for his own nasty need. He’d officially crossed a line here.
But looking down at his now sleeping brother he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. He loved Linc, there could never be anything wrong about love.
A part of his mind shuttered at his lack of remorse, reminded him that he was behaving more and more like his once despised former lover. What separated him from Bagwell now?
What I do, I do out of love, Michael reminded himself.
I love Lincoln.
He nestled closer to his brother, once again inhaling his sweat-filled scent. Someday he would have to stop this, he knew, but it wouldn’t be anytime soon. For now he’d remain his brother’s lover, his brother’s consort. His brother’s comfort.
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