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To catch a thief	By : RebeccaMae Category: M through R > Prison Break Views: 1743 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The night fell quickly and Alex felt a bit better when he woke up again. The shivers had stopped for good and it was beginning to get hotter again. He put the sheets away, but stayed with his clothes on; it didn�t feel appropriate to take them off before everyone was asleep or going to bed. Whistler and Michael came back again, almost at the same time.
Whistler jumped up to his bunk and it didn�t take even a minute before the room was filled with the sounds of his snoring. Michael looked at Alex and nodded, greeting him. Alex raised his eyebrows back and Michael just laid down, with his hands folded under his head, staring at the ceiling. Alex wondered what Michael might want to say to him. There were so many unspoken things. It was quite impossible that Michael didn�t have an opinion about their intercourse. Michael liked it, at least his body did, and Alex was sure of that; he still had the feeling of his come between his fingers, the undeniable evidence. But liking it didn�t mean he wanted to do it again. And Alex definitely wanted to do it again.
Eventually it seemed like everyone was sleeping or trying to � even Michael had his eyes closed -, so Alex did what he used to do every night to cope with the heat: he stripped and folded his clothes, placing them under his head. Michael didn�t mimic his act. In fact, he wasn�t paying attention to Alex at all, lying on his side, facing the wall away from Alex.
Alex had already decided nothing was going to happen that night and was trying to sleep when he heard the sobbing. He looked at Michael, who had his face hidden from his sight. It had been a muffled sound, like someone was trying to conceal the fact that someone was crying. Alex wasn�t too good at displaying emotions and he was worse at reacting to other people�s emotions. He didn�t know what to do, if he should just keep quiet or go to him and ask him what was wrong� Especially since Michael probably wouldn�t want to be seen crying.
But against all odds, he reached for Michael and touched his arm. Michael did turn around to look at him, which caught Alex off guard. He thought Michael would struggle and tell him to get lost. But he just turned around and faced him. Alex was struck to see him that way. He wasn�t openly crying like a child would, but the tears rolling off his face were too profuse to be ignored. The profound expression of grief in Michael�s eyes made Alex awkward like he was the one caught weeping in his pillow.
�She�s dead, Alex.� That was all Michael said to him, just a whisper.
Alex didn�t need further explanation. The current situation being as it was, Michael didn�t have proper time to mourn Sara�s death. And when it kicked in, it was extremely powerful for a man as rational as Michael was.
Then he invited Michael onto his mattress with a gesture, offering him space. He was pretty sure Michael wouldn�t accept it, but he did. He watched Michael crawl to his bunk and lay next to him. He didn�t know what he should do, so he did what he wanted to do. He embraced Michael, tightening him between his arms, whispering in his ear that everything was going to be okay. He felt the clothed back of Michael against his naked chest and his buttocks against his crotch and a strong desire came over him, but he didn�t give in. It didn�t feel right to take advantage of Michael just yet.
They stayed that way, Alex surrounding Michael in his arms for some time with his lips next to Michael�s nape. And after a while he realized Michael wasn�t crying anymore, but he didn�t get off the bunk. He stayed there and Alex�s mind felt numb as he was surrounded by Michael�s particular smell. Not the disgusting smell Sona had that impregnated everything and everyone. Alex smelled past that. It was the sweet and salty smell that emanated from Michael�s skin and that made Alex want to taste his skin again so badly.
Everything went deadly silent for what seemed half an hour to Alex. He almost thought Michael had slept there with him. But then he felt Michael�s ass moving toward his groin. It was a small but undeniable move. And Michael did it again, tilting his hips against Alex�s hips. Alex released a deep breath. He was half hard by being there in bed with Michael, but now his cock had sprung to full life and he felt too big in his boxers. He pushed slowly and carefully against Michael too and felt his shy response. Alex felt how his cock seemed to fit exactly between Michael�s cheeks and got mesmerized by the way their bodies fit together as if they were pieces of a puzzle. He felt like his body belonged there with Michael�s.
He didn�t know how he managed to go through fifty years of his life without having such a feeling.
Their motions got more deliberate. He placed one hand over the side of Michael�s thigh and pressed, and all the time he was aware of Michael�s reactions. His hand roamed slowly from Michael�s hip to his crotch. Michael didn�t fight this time when he grabbed his stiff prick through the denim of his pants. Instead, he exhaled slowly and rubbed his hips against Alex one more time. Alex almost moaned, but managed not to by hungrily licking the back of Michael�s neck.
He searched for the button and zipper of Michael�s pants, at the same time he pulled his own cock out. He hoped damned Michael wouldn�t tell him to stop just now, because he wasn�t sure he�d be able to obey. He popped the button open and lowered Michael�s fly, and his hand touched Michael�s cock, feeling the curls at the root of his prick tickling his fingers, and turning him on. He lowered Michael�s pants and underwear to the middle of his thighs and reveled in the feeling of Michael�s buttocks brushing against the head of his own cock, sliding above the crack of Michael�s ass.
Alex never had had sex with another man. He had never given it any thoughts, blocking away the gruesome memories of his childhood. But he knew the mechanics and right then he knew that wanting would guide him through the process. So he let go of Michael�s prick, drawing out a discontented sigh from him. Alex touched one of Michael�s ass cheeks, lying down behind him all the time. Alex noticed the shiver that ran down Michael�s body at the touch, but he went on, spreading his buttocks. It was almost completely dark and he couldn�t see it very well, so Alex decided to use his other senses. His index finger moved between his cheeks, but Michael�s hand touching his arm stopped him, turning his head toward him.
Only then did he notice how tense Michael was, his brow frowning and all his muscles clenched tight. Alex couldn�t help thinking of some other muscles that�d be clenching tight too.
�I never did this before,� Michael told him, his voice even lower than usually was.
Alex had suspicions about that, and was in the middle of an inward debate if he should try to convince him, when Michael added, �But don�t stop.�
Alex�s heart melted when he heard it and he crushed his lips to Michael�s, choking him with his own tongue while dipping his finger between Michael�s cheeks, caressing his ring. He was excessively aware of everything about Michael; the way Michael kissed him back, moving against him, the soft way they clutched at each other, Michael�s fingers distractedly pressing his nipples, and how every single one of Michael�s touches went straight to his cock. And they weren�t sideways anymore; Michael was on his back and Alex was between his legs and somehow Michael�s pants and underwear lay scattered on the floor, leaving him only in his long sleeved tee-shirt.
Alex felt like he was diving into hot water when Michael raised his legs and crossed them around his back, drawing him closer. His finger still touched Michael�s ass, feeling the wrinkled opening, thinking how it�d feel when it gave in around his flesh. He was almost afraid of breaching his ass, afraid that he�d hurt Michael and pain would overcome pleasure and he didn�t know what he�d do if he didn�t fuck Michael�s ass that night.
They didn�t have anything to ease the way, so when Michael pulled his head back after another wet, filled with tongue, breath-taking kiss, looking at him with wide eyes, Alex gathered all the spittle he could find in his mouth and spat heavily in his fingers, rubbing the saliva over Michael�s ass. He spat a bit more, noticing Michael was well aware of his actions, watching him all the while. Strangely, he didn�t want Michael to think he had any more experience than him in that matter. But he went on, spitting thickly on his fingers, until they were coated with saliva.
Finally, he pressed the tip of his index finger to Michael, whose skin resisted for a few moments before yielding in. The feeling surprised Alex � it was far hotter, slicker, far more maddening than he could ever have possibly imagined. He added more pressure and watched how his finger slowly entered Michael to the knuckle. Michael�s breathing was shallow and barely audible.
Alex withdrew his finger almost completely and pushed back in, noticing how it entered Michael more easily. He twisted and curled his finger inside Michael, hoping that�d make his muscles loosen up a bit more. The waiting wasn�t doing anything to soften his erection; on the contrary, his balls ached for release, his cock throbbed and he wanted to get Michael ready as soon as he could. So he quickly withdrew again, spat on his fingers once more and plunged two fingers inside Michael.
Michael moaned loudly, but covered his mouth with both hands less than a second after the sound echoed. Both of them laid still, half naked in the dark, Alex fingers frozen inside Michael, the two of them afraid that Whistler might wake up or get up or say anything that�d make them feel ashamed and regret having done this in the morning. But Sona�s corridors remained silent and Alex slowly began thrusting into Michael�s ass, pushing in and out, and moving in circles and with quick scissoring motions, until he felt that ass offered little resistance to him.
Alex took his fingers out and looked at his own cock, glistering in the dark. He spread all the amount of pre-come that gathered on the head of his prick, and the sudden touch nearly made him come. He bit the inside of his cheeks and tried to get a hold of himself. He tried to spit again in his palm, but his mouth was getting dry, so he looked hesitantly at Michael and said, �Can you give a little help here, Michael?�
He placed his hand next to Michael�s mouth, waiting.
Michael took a few seconds and then said �Oh, yeah, sure�, and spit heavily on his fingers.
Alex coated his cock with Michael�s saliva, and it felt warmer against his skin than his own. He put the head of his cock against Michael�s ass, looking briefly from his eyes to his stomach, and groin. He felt Michael twitching down there before he spoke.
�Go on, Alex.�
And he should probably get on with it, before the saliva dried and he�d have to lubricate himself again; Alex wasn�t sure he�d be able to touch his prick again without coming. For a moment, he wondered how the hell he�d be able to fuck Michael without coming, but that was only a second before he pushed his hips forward slowly, reveling in the feeling of his cock being squeezed in Michael�s hot, tight hole. He had never fucked an ass before for the very same reasons he had never been deep throated before � he had been always afraid of hurting the woman he slept with.
But with Michael, at that moment� It didn�t seem possible for him to hurt Michael with his prick. Because Michael pushed down on his cock, driving his flesh farther and farther inside him, because it didn�t seem that Michael could ever get enough of Alex. When Michael�s buttocks touched the root of Alex�s prick, his balls touching Michael, Alex realized it was time to move.
When he thrust for the first time, Michael locked his legs on his back, drawing him closer, and their chests touched and their stomachs touched and Alex could feel Michael�s cock touching his abdomen, pre-come or sweat or both dampening his skin. He pushed again, pulling his cock out almost completely before plunging back in. It was heaven. And thrusting became pounding and Alex was sure he'd never fucked anyone that felt so good, Michael�s ring tightening around him from tip to base offering him new and delightful sensations.
Michael was frantic; his nails were digging into his back, his breathing was as labored as Alex�s, he was frowning and he seemed enraptured. There wasn�t solely pain or pleasure displayed on his face. In fact, Alex couldn�t define exactly what Michael felt. Not that he could actually, becoming so lost in his feeling as he was. Alex didn�t know for how long they were fucking. It seemed a second and it seemed an hour. They were going faster with each second, and they weren�t exactly screaming but Michael moaned a few times, and the bunk was shaking a lot and Whistler probably would or had already woken up and noticed everything, but nothing else mattered besides feeling this way, seeing Michael this way, besides coming inside Michael and hopefully feeling Michael come on him again.
Orgasm took Alex by surprise. It was inevitable when it came, and Alex buried his face in Michael�s neck, pounding and coming and feeling his cock brushing inside Michael, as he poured all of his seed inside his ass, and it wasn�t quite over yet, but Alex knew he�d have to do it again really soon because it was better than heroin, it was better than Varatril, better than getting into the fucking FBI, better than chasing Michael Scofield� Now he had caught Michael Scofield.
He released a deep breath and raised himself in his arms. Only then did he notice that Michael had come too, his sperm sticking to both of their bellies. He looked around; if Whistler had woken up with their fucking, he was hiding it well with all the snoring.
He silently rose and found his clothes, folding them again. He noticed Michael doing the same. Only this time Alex took the mattress on the floor and he was so tired, sated and happy that he slept as soon as his head hit the �pillow�. He didn�t know how long Michael took to fall asleep that day. They didn�t kiss goodnight.
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After that night, everything passed too quickly. They didn�t even have the time to feel awkward around each other because they didn�t spend that much time alone. The only time they did after that was when Sammy was trying to break through the safe door. They spent just a few minutes alone, and Alex wanted to kiss Michael so badly because he didn�t know if they�d survive and he just wanted to make sure he didn�t regret what had happened between them. He probably felt strange, different, eager to taste more of it, but not regretful� But they didn�t have the time.
It was when they were digging up their tunnel that Whistler approached him with a conspiratorial look and told him that if he decided he didn�t want to tail along with Michael after the escape, he should meet him at a bar in a certain square one day after they broke out. He didn�t answer at the time, and decided to let the matter rest for the moment.
Shifting in his hotel bed, Alex dimly thought that Michael almost set him up during the escape. Alex didn�t understand him, but that wasn�t the best moment to try. Luckily, he, Michael, Whistler and the McGrady boy managed to escape and leave Sona�s surroundings without being spotted. They didn�t talk about what happened in that cell when they were on the run. They couldn�t, obviously, due to all the company they had, but Alex had strong suspicions that Michael wouldn�t have anyway.
When they finally hit a safe haven, with Alex trying to help Whistler�s fake injury, Lincoln had one of his winning attitudes going on and decided Alex deserved to die for killing Aldo Burrows. It shocked him. He intended to part ways, stay hidden for some time and contact Michael somehow later. But all Lincoln held was stupid resentment. Michael pleaded for his life, he remembered quite well. But did he do so just like he would do and had already done for so many people or because he actually cared? Alex didn�t know if he�d ever be able to find out.
Alex took the first opportunity he got and left, running until he was safe. He sat on a bench at a square, trying to plan the next steps of his life as an international fugitive. Alex didn�t have that many options, so he remembered what Whistler had said to him and waited on the said square for some time. And Whistler did show up, escorted by none other than Gretchen.
Gretchen stood by the car when they talked. Whistler talked briefly about working as a team in order to steal something that was very important for the Company, and how that would make them rich or free, whichever seemed more important at the time. Alex didn�t answer right away and Whistler seemed to be in a hurry, so they agreed to meet again later at a bar in front of Banco Sol, within an hour, so Alex could give him an answer.
Although he didn�t want to have anything to do with the Company, Alex came to the conclusion he didn�t have other opportunities and he�d be pleased to piss the Company off a bit for a change. So when Whistler showed up at the bar and asked if he was in, all Alex could do was agree.
During the first few days working side by side with Gretchen and Whistler, Alex thought he�d bump into Michael sooner or later. Eventually, he did. That day was today and tomorrow he�d see Michael again. And what really struck him by the time that, feeling really tired, Alex fell asleep was that he still didn�t have a clue about how he was suposed to act around Michael. Damned Michael Scofield. Always an enigma to him.
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