Prison Break Fanfic "Let me feel again" - Lincoln/Mahone
Hello!With the help of my wonderful beta-reader amodalie I was finally able to translate the fanfic to english... but I have to admit: English isn't our first language... not mine, and neither hers, so I hope, you can forgive maybe made mistakes... I really hope, you like the fanfic... Comments would be SO nice... I would LOVE to hear your opinions :-)
It's "just!" a ONE-SHOT and it CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4! I think, till around 406! ;-)
Title: "Let me feel again"
Part: 1/1
Writer: bm_shipper
Pairing: Lincoln/Alex
Raiting: R
Language: English
Summary: Alex has to fight private issues and Lincoln tries to help him and stand beside him!
Beta Reader: Thank you to my wonderful beta-reader amodalie for your help!
LET ME FEEL AGAIN
Lincoln Burrows turned from one side to the other. Even though it was totally quiet in the old warehouse near the harbour, he couldn’t get any sleep. The events of the day preyed on his mind, never left his thoughts. He knew for himself, that he wasn’t really good in showing feelings. It was uncannily hard for him, to let other people know, how he felt deep inside. And for this reason, a lot of people thought he was cold and insensitive.
Sighing he sat up on his mattress and looked across the dark room, before he decided to go for a walk, to free his mind. Clumsily he grabbed his jeans and slid into it. With a few, long steps he removed himself from his sleeping place and went outdoors.
Immediately a comfortable, cool breeze blew across his nose and he took a few deep breaths. Suddenly he noticed a human shape standing near the water and staring at the sea. Observantly he came up to the other person, when he finally recognized the silhouette of Alexander Mahone, who was standing there with hanging shoulders and seemed to be very lost. To not scare him, Lincoln cleared his throat to make himself noticed. “Can’t sleep either?”
Alex jerked aside and abruptly wiped with his hands over his eyes, before he turned to Lincoln. “I… I needed fresh air… kind of…” His voice sounded fragile, and even if he tried to hide as good as possible, Lincoln could clearly see, that he must have cried. The traces of tears didn’t stay unnoticed, not even in the dark of the night. Wordlessly Lincoln placed one hand on Alex’s shoulder, squeezed it lightly. It was his way of showing him, that he was there for him, no matter what had happened between them in the past. The fact that Alex’s son was murdered brought them closer together in a very bizarre way.
Alex looked into Lincoln’s eyes for a moment, but turned away again very quickly. “This… this monster… if he… if he wanted me… why did he have to kill my son? Cameron… didn’t have to do anything with what I’ve did… And then… this asshole looked at me and talked about it, as if he had scrunched an ant.” He clenched his fist and tightened his shoulders. “He was only six… six years old. He still had… his whole life ahead of him.” It was very difficult for him to actually talk about all this but Lincoln really valued that Alex of all people here entrusted him with it. At the same time Lincoln felt the deep helplessness rise within him, because he just didn’t know how to stand beside without giving him the feeling of pitying him.
Lincoln took a step forward, turned Alex to himself and then took him into his arms. He could feel how Alex resisted for a moment, but then he totally broke down. His fingers pinched into Lincoln’s back and he pressed his head on Lincoln’s chest. Choked sobs left Alex’s lips and Lincoln couldn’t do anything else than hold him tight. “It’s good… that you finally allow yourself to cry. Otherwise it will kill you from the inside sooner or later,” he whispered gently, just wanted to comfort him somehow. Only the thought that something could happen to LJ made his stomach cramp and so he could really understand, how Alex must feel.
It took Alex a while to calm down a bit, but finally he peeled away from Lincoln, took one step backwards. He seemed to be really embarrassed for showing such a week and vulnerable side to Lincoln. He, of all people. He, the emotionless FBI Agent. A strange silence took place, which somehow became really unbearable, and Lincoln couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Listen to me, Alex! You will get your chance, I promise. And then he will bleed for what he did… not only to you, but to all the people who had to suffer just because of him.” Again he placed his hand on Alex’s shoulder, but Alex shook it away nearly the same moment and turned away. “Thanks for saying that.”
Lincoln just nodded, sinking his hands into his trouser pockets. “Well… I think, I’ll run around a little longer… I need to think…” He knew that he didn’t owe Alex an explanation, that he could do whatever he wanted to, but he also didn’t want to just go away and leave him there alone, without any word. Not in this situation. And maybe Alex would like him to stay. When no answer followed, Lincoln assumed that Alex maybe wanted to be alone and turned away. He had already made a few steps, when he heard Alex’s voice behind him.
“Have you ever felt so empty, that you thought you could never feel again? Not ever?” Pure desperation was in his voice.
Lincoln let his arms drop down, gave it a thought for a few seconds. “I… I think everyone sometimes feels like this.”
“Really?”
Lincoln quivered, because suddenly Alex’s voice was pretty close. He hadn’t even noticed that Alex had followed him, until he turned and now stood in front of him. Unable to say anything he just looked into Alex’s eyes.
Alex blinked away the newly welling tears, clenched his fist. “I feel like… when Cameron died… a part of me died with him. I’m so empty inside… Everything feels just numb.” When he lifted his hand, Lincoln noticed his swollen and bloody knuckles. Intuitively he grabbed Alex’s wrist. “Alex… what the hell…?”
Alex swallowed hard. “No matter what I do… I don’t feel anything… I punched against the wall… over and over again… and even if it should hurt… even if I should scream in pain… there is nothing… only this emptiness. Lincoln. Just help me. Please!” The desperation in his eyes nearly broke Lincoln’s heart. He could hardly bear to see Alex like this. There was nothing left of the cold, heartless FBI agent he once wanted to kill. It seemed that Alex’s only sense in life was to find the murderer of his son and give him the punishment he deserved.
Lincoln closed his eyes, dropped his head a little bit and came up to Alex’s face. “I will show you… that you are still able to feel. Trust me,” he whispered and before he knew what he was doing, he pressed his lips onto Alex’s and started kissing him. He expected him to punch him right into the face any second, but the opposite happened. After the first moment of shock, Alex started to return the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Lincoln and pushed himself into Lincoln’s arms with his whole body.
Lincoln’s heart started beating faster immediately, without him being able to control it. He asked himself, if it was the right thing to do in this moment, but he just didn’t think about it, just acted. It was a damn long time, since he was close to anyone, much too long. Didn’t he use Alex somehow, to supply his needs?
Before he could give it anymore thought, the kiss became much more passionate and longing. Alex’ tongue touched Lincolns lips, asked for admission, which he got immediately. Lincoln’s hands stroked Alex’s back anxiously, until they stopped at his butt cheeks. Finally he raised him up, could feel how Alex entwined his legs around Lincoln’s hips, which gave Lincoln the permission to go further.
For a moment Lincoln thought about where they could go. He didn’t want to risk getting caught by one of the others. He took a few steps backwards, pushed open the next door he could reach and stumbled into the room together with Alex. He fumbled for the light switch and when he finally pressed it, immediately the neon-lights flashed up.
Lincoln put Alex back on the ground, but didn’t have much time to inspect the room, because in the next moment Alex slammed him against the door and kissed him hard and passionately. Hastily Lincoln wrapped his arms around Alex’s slim body, answered the kiss harshly. Within seconds pure passion inflamed between them. Lincoln didn’t know where this strong desire came from, but he just gave in, decided to let it happen.
Impatiently Lincoln tore at Alex’s shirt who willingly lifted his arms for Lincoln to remove it. In an instant they sank into another kiss and now Alex didn’t stay inactive either. His hands disappeared under Lincoln’s shirt, touched Lincoln’s chest and brought him to sigh with it. God, it was a fucking long time, since someone was this close to him and then of all persons it would be Alex who would be the next. As fast as possible, Lincoln shook away his thoughts, didn’t want to be affected by them.
When Alex’s fingertips touched his nipples, Lincoln moaned repressed. “Oh God!” This was good. Too good. He pressed his lips onto Alex’s, let his tongue dive deep into his mouth. During this fiery kiss he turned with Alex, so that he could press him against the door now. His hands slipped down Alex’ back till he reached his ass and he pulled him close into his arms. He could already feel that their kisses and touches had aroused Alex, and also himself. He wanted Alex, so badly that it scared him to death.
To regain his breath, he loosened his grip and removed his own shirt. He could feel Alex’s looks on himself, closed his eyes for a moment, before he pulled him into his arms again. “Listen to me, Alex! If you don’t want this, you should tell me NOW, because I really don’t know how long I can hold back…” Lincoln’s voice was more a whisper than something else, but it showed how earnestly he meant it.
Alex hesitated for a moment, before he threw himself into Lincoln’s arms. “You said… you can show me… that I’m still able to feel, Lincoln. So help me, please!” Again desperation was in his eyes, but also a glimpse of hope.
Instead of an answer, Lincoln looped his arms around Alex’ body, pressed him against himself. For a moment they stayed in this position, before Lincoln loosened just a bit, to kiss Alex. Immediately the kiss was answered and with every passing moment the passion and the longing for each other grew bigger. Lincoln’s hands slid downwards and as if it was natural, he opened Alex’ pants, pushed them down together with his shorts.
For a few seconds he just looked at him, wanted to carry this memory forever. Alex really had a beautiful body, and even if Lincoln normally wasn’t interested in males, in this moment he felt like he had never seen something this attractive and erotic. He lowered his lips onto Alex’s shoulder, pressed a caring kiss onto the smooth skin, before he slid down with his tongue to caress his nipples alternately, which made Alex groan flamboyantly. His hands didn’t stay idle either, slid down Alex’s stomach and found their goal. He enclosed Alex’s erect cock slipped up and down the shaft.
Alex’s moaning encouraged Lincoln to try even harder, and so he went into a gentle massage. Alex clutched at Lincoln’s upper arms, glided down on the door, because his knees became weak. Immediately Lincoln caught him, pulled him back into his arms. “Hey, stay with me,”, he grinned cheekily. His looks rambled through the room, when he discovered the old mattress on the floor in the edge. Not optimal, but better than doing it here, leaning against the door, standing. He grabbed Alex’s wrist, pulled him to the mattress. He sank onto it, patted on the free space beside him. A bit insecure, Alex sank on the mattress next to Lincoln, and when Lincoln kissed him, the insecurity vanished immediately.
Lincoln felt, how Alex tampered with his trousers, he willingly let it happen, that he opened them and pushed them down together with the shorts. Hastily he struggled both pieces of clothing from his legs, before he turned to Alex completely. He wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him into a fiery kiss.
Alex sank onto the mattress dragged Lincoln above himself. The sudden pressure made Lincoln moan out loud. To not lay on Alex with his full weight, Lincoln propped up with his arms. At the same time he started rubbing against him, pushed his pelvis forward a few times. Alex met halfway with rearing up his whole body. His fingers burrowed into Lincoln’s back, left red marks on his skin, when he slid down.
“Lincoln! Just do it… please,” Alex craved, spread his legs to give Lincoln a little more space. Lincoln paused for a moment, then nodded. He moistened two of his fingers with saliva, slid down to touch the sensitive muscle ring. Actually, he didn’t want to hurt Alex, but maybe that was exactly what he needed, to feel the pain. Before he could give it any more thought, he felt Alex grabbing his wrist. “Don’t! Just do it… I’m beggin’ you, Lincoln!”
Lincoln bit his lower lip, looked away. “I might hurt you…” Alex placed a hand in Lincoln’s neck, turned his face back to him, so that he could look him in the eyes again. “It doesn’t matter! Please!”
Again, Lincoln hesitated. All of sudden, he didn’t know anymore if he did the right thing anymore, but when he felt Alex’s hand at his cock, all qualms disappeared within seconds. A loud moan left his lips and he pressed his claiming lips onto Alex’s. His breath sped up and his heart beat faster. He watched Alex tugging his legs closer to his body and spreading them further. With this, he made more then clear, how much he wanted this. And Lincoln didn’t feel any different, even if the thought of making a mistake never left his mind.
Lincoln took a deep breath, before he made eye contact with Alex, gently stroked his cheek. “Are you… ready?” he asked, his voice crumbly. Even if he already knew the answer, he needed this kind of confirmation. Alex nodded with determined looks in his eyes. He embraced Lincoln’s cock, guided him into the right direction. Lincoln closed his eyes and with an unerringly stroke he pushed deep into Alex. He had to hold his breath, to keep himself from coming instantly, because it was more intense, than anything, he has ever felt before. “God, you’re so tight!” he panted. The same moment he could feel Alex tense, watched him narrowing his eyes. “Are you okay?”
Alex gasped for breath. “It… it hurts…” he whispered, pressed his lips together. Lincoln immediately wanted to pull back, stop his actions, but Alex touched his butt cheeks, pressed him back into him. “Don’t! I want it to hurt.” He wrapped his legs around Lincoln’s hips, thrust forward. Again, Lincoln moaned loudly. For a moment more he hesitated, but finally he started to move. He withdraw just a little, to thrust forward again a few seconds later.
All of a sudden, Alex reared up, groaned uncontrolled and threw his head back. “Oh God! Yes… please yes! That’s good.” His hands burrowed into Lincoln’s back and he thrust his hips forward fiercely. A smile appeared on Lincolns lips. He wanted it to be as pleasant as possible for Alex, was satisfied, that he found the sensitive spot within him, which made him go crazy.
Over and over again he thrust into him, brought both of them to the edge of their climax. Their bodies moved against each other and they found the right pace. When Lincoln noticed, that he couldn’t hold back much longer, he slid his hand between their bodies, enfolded Alex’ hard cock massaged it together with his thrusts. The room was filled with their gasps and moans and the air crackled.
Lincoln increased his pace more and more, felt the heat take possession of his body. Alex reared up. Little electric waves made him shake and his blood ran through his veins faster. Lincoln lowered his head to kiss him again. So passionate, that it took his breath away. More and more he moved against Alex’s shaking body, could feel that Alex couldn’t hold back any longer either. “Lincoln… Linc… oh God… I can’t… can’t take it anymore…” He was in ecstasy dedicated himself to Lincoln totally.
Lincoln’s moans became louder with every passing second, his pace got more uncontrolled. “I… I can’t take it any longer either… Alex… ahh…”, he gasped, searched for Alex’ lips to kiss him again wildly. He felt Alex’ body tense underneath him and finally he ejaculated between them with heavy tremors. Lincoln’s climax followed just a few seconds later. Waves of satisfaction flew through his body and the wonderful feeling seemed to never stop again. Breathing heavily he sank onto Alex, needed a few minutes to calm down a bit.
After a while, he sat up and sank onto the mattress next to Alex. With closed eyes he pulled him into his arms, just held him for a while, before he got up again and reached for his shirt. He used it to cleaned himself and Alex. Then he stood up, took his pants and his shorts and slid into them. Just now the whole situation was more than he could take and suddenly he didn’t know how to act around Alex anymore. After all, he wasn’t in love with him and he was sure, Alex wasn’t in love with him either. Their sex was just a way of showing him, that he was still able to feel. Lincoln just wanted to help him.
Lincoln stood there, showing Alex his back, when he all of a sudden felt his hand on his shoulder. Instinctively he turned to him. He tried to read something in his eyes, but his looks were as impenetrable as always. “Thanks!” was the only word that left Alex’ lips, before he slid past Lincoln and left the room, when he was dressed again.
With mixed feelings Lincoln looked after him, but was also relieved, that he had a few minutes for himself, to think through the whole situation again.
When he stepped outdoors, he again felt the cool breeze blowing across his nose. He poked his hands into his trouser pockets set out for the warehouse again, where his cot was. Again he noticed Alex standing near the water, looking across the sea. Different than before, he held his shoulders high, seemed to really have found new optimism. And if Lincoln was right, he had really reached his goal. But why couldn’t he be happy about this fact? The thought of having used Alex to satisfy his own needs never left him. But he knew he would be able to deal with it somehow. After all, they still had a mission to fulfil, and he was professional enough, to not let anyone else notice, how he really felt.
He gave one last look in Alex direction, before he entered the warehouse, stepped directly to his mattress and settled down. He listened attentively, but everything was as quiet as he left it. No one of the others seemed to have noticed, what had happened between the former enemies. And Lincoln wanted it to stay this way. He pulled the thin blanket over his body and closed his eyes. He laid awake for a while longer, but then the exhaustion took over his body and let him fall into a deep sleep.
END
It's "just!" a ONE-SHOT and it CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4! I think, till around 406! ;-)
Title: "Let me feel again"
Part: 1/1
Writer: bm_shipper
Pairing: Lincoln/Alex
Raiting: R
Language: English
Summary: Alex has to fight private issues and Lincoln tries to help him and stand beside him!
Beta Reader: Thank you to my wonderful beta-reader amodalie for your help!
LET ME FEEL AGAIN
Lincoln Burrows turned from one side to the other. Even though it was totally quiet in the old warehouse near the harbour, he couldn’t get any sleep. The events of the day preyed on his mind, never left his thoughts. He knew for himself, that he wasn’t really good in showing feelings. It was uncannily hard for him, to let other people know, how he felt deep inside. And for this reason, a lot of people thought he was cold and insensitive.
Sighing he sat up on his mattress and looked across the dark room, before he decided to go for a walk, to free his mind. Clumsily he grabbed his jeans and slid into it. With a few, long steps he removed himself from his sleeping place and went outdoors.
Immediately a comfortable, cool breeze blew across his nose and he took a few deep breaths. Suddenly he noticed a human shape standing near the water and staring at the sea. Observantly he came up to the other person, when he finally recognized the silhouette of Alexander Mahone, who was standing there with hanging shoulders and seemed to be very lost. To not scare him, Lincoln cleared his throat to make himself noticed. “Can’t sleep either?”
Alex jerked aside and abruptly wiped with his hands over his eyes, before he turned to Lincoln. “I… I needed fresh air… kind of…” His voice sounded fragile, and even if he tried to hide as good as possible, Lincoln could clearly see, that he must have cried. The traces of tears didn’t stay unnoticed, not even in the dark of the night. Wordlessly Lincoln placed one hand on Alex’s shoulder, squeezed it lightly. It was his way of showing him, that he was there for him, no matter what had happened between them in the past. The fact that Alex’s son was murdered brought them closer together in a very bizarre way.
Alex looked into Lincoln’s eyes for a moment, but turned away again very quickly. “This… this monster… if he… if he wanted me… why did he have to kill my son? Cameron… didn’t have to do anything with what I’ve did… And then… this asshole looked at me and talked about it, as if he had scrunched an ant.” He clenched his fist and tightened his shoulders. “He was only six… six years old. He still had… his whole life ahead of him.” It was very difficult for him to actually talk about all this but Lincoln really valued that Alex of all people here entrusted him with it. At the same time Lincoln felt the deep helplessness rise within him, because he just didn’t know how to stand beside without giving him the feeling of pitying him.
Lincoln took a step forward, turned Alex to himself and then took him into his arms. He could feel how Alex resisted for a moment, but then he totally broke down. His fingers pinched into Lincoln’s back and he pressed his head on Lincoln’s chest. Choked sobs left Alex’s lips and Lincoln couldn’t do anything else than hold him tight. “It’s good… that you finally allow yourself to cry. Otherwise it will kill you from the inside sooner or later,” he whispered gently, just wanted to comfort him somehow. Only the thought that something could happen to LJ made his stomach cramp and so he could really understand, how Alex must feel.
It took Alex a while to calm down a bit, but finally he peeled away from Lincoln, took one step backwards. He seemed to be really embarrassed for showing such a week and vulnerable side to Lincoln. He, of all people. He, the emotionless FBI Agent. A strange silence took place, which somehow became really unbearable, and Lincoln couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Listen to me, Alex! You will get your chance, I promise. And then he will bleed for what he did… not only to you, but to all the people who had to suffer just because of him.” Again he placed his hand on Alex’s shoulder, but Alex shook it away nearly the same moment and turned away. “Thanks for saying that.”
Lincoln just nodded, sinking his hands into his trouser pockets. “Well… I think, I’ll run around a little longer… I need to think…” He knew that he didn’t owe Alex an explanation, that he could do whatever he wanted to, but he also didn’t want to just go away and leave him there alone, without any word. Not in this situation. And maybe Alex would like him to stay. When no answer followed, Lincoln assumed that Alex maybe wanted to be alone and turned away. He had already made a few steps, when he heard Alex’s voice behind him.
“Have you ever felt so empty, that you thought you could never feel again? Not ever?” Pure desperation was in his voice.
Lincoln let his arms drop down, gave it a thought for a few seconds. “I… I think everyone sometimes feels like this.”
“Really?”
Lincoln quivered, because suddenly Alex’s voice was pretty close. He hadn’t even noticed that Alex had followed him, until he turned and now stood in front of him. Unable to say anything he just looked into Alex’s eyes.
Alex blinked away the newly welling tears, clenched his fist. “I feel like… when Cameron died… a part of me died with him. I’m so empty inside… Everything feels just numb.” When he lifted his hand, Lincoln noticed his swollen and bloody knuckles. Intuitively he grabbed Alex’s wrist. “Alex… what the hell…?”
Alex swallowed hard. “No matter what I do… I don’t feel anything… I punched against the wall… over and over again… and even if it should hurt… even if I should scream in pain… there is nothing… only this emptiness. Lincoln. Just help me. Please!” The desperation in his eyes nearly broke Lincoln’s heart. He could hardly bear to see Alex like this. There was nothing left of the cold, heartless FBI agent he once wanted to kill. It seemed that Alex’s only sense in life was to find the murderer of his son and give him the punishment he deserved.
Lincoln closed his eyes, dropped his head a little bit and came up to Alex’s face. “I will show you… that you are still able to feel. Trust me,” he whispered and before he knew what he was doing, he pressed his lips onto Alex’s and started kissing him. He expected him to punch him right into the face any second, but the opposite happened. After the first moment of shock, Alex started to return the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Lincoln and pushed himself into Lincoln’s arms with his whole body.
Lincoln’s heart started beating faster immediately, without him being able to control it. He asked himself, if it was the right thing to do in this moment, but he just didn’t think about it, just acted. It was a damn long time, since he was close to anyone, much too long. Didn’t he use Alex somehow, to supply his needs?
Before he could give it anymore thought, the kiss became much more passionate and longing. Alex’ tongue touched Lincolns lips, asked for admission, which he got immediately. Lincoln’s hands stroked Alex’s back anxiously, until they stopped at his butt cheeks. Finally he raised him up, could feel how Alex entwined his legs around Lincoln’s hips, which gave Lincoln the permission to go further.
For a moment Lincoln thought about where they could go. He didn’t want to risk getting caught by one of the others. He took a few steps backwards, pushed open the next door he could reach and stumbled into the room together with Alex. He fumbled for the light switch and when he finally pressed it, immediately the neon-lights flashed up.
Lincoln put Alex back on the ground, but didn’t have much time to inspect the room, because in the next moment Alex slammed him against the door and kissed him hard and passionately. Hastily Lincoln wrapped his arms around Alex’s slim body, answered the kiss harshly. Within seconds pure passion inflamed between them. Lincoln didn’t know where this strong desire came from, but he just gave in, decided to let it happen.
Impatiently Lincoln tore at Alex’s shirt who willingly lifted his arms for Lincoln to remove it. In an instant they sank into another kiss and now Alex didn’t stay inactive either. His hands disappeared under Lincoln’s shirt, touched Lincoln’s chest and brought him to sigh with it. God, it was a fucking long time, since someone was this close to him and then of all persons it would be Alex who would be the next. As fast as possible, Lincoln shook away his thoughts, didn’t want to be affected by them.
When Alex’s fingertips touched his nipples, Lincoln moaned repressed. “Oh God!” This was good. Too good. He pressed his lips onto Alex’s, let his tongue dive deep into his mouth. During this fiery kiss he turned with Alex, so that he could press him against the door now. His hands slipped down Alex’ back till he reached his ass and he pulled him close into his arms. He could already feel that their kisses and touches had aroused Alex, and also himself. He wanted Alex, so badly that it scared him to death.
To regain his breath, he loosened his grip and removed his own shirt. He could feel Alex’s looks on himself, closed his eyes for a moment, before he pulled him into his arms again. “Listen to me, Alex! If you don’t want this, you should tell me NOW, because I really don’t know how long I can hold back…” Lincoln’s voice was more a whisper than something else, but it showed how earnestly he meant it.
Alex hesitated for a moment, before he threw himself into Lincoln’s arms. “You said… you can show me… that I’m still able to feel, Lincoln. So help me, please!” Again desperation was in his eyes, but also a glimpse of hope.
Instead of an answer, Lincoln looped his arms around Alex’ body, pressed him against himself. For a moment they stayed in this position, before Lincoln loosened just a bit, to kiss Alex. Immediately the kiss was answered and with every passing moment the passion and the longing for each other grew bigger. Lincoln’s hands slid downwards and as if it was natural, he opened Alex’ pants, pushed them down together with his shorts.
For a few seconds he just looked at him, wanted to carry this memory forever. Alex really had a beautiful body, and even if Lincoln normally wasn’t interested in males, in this moment he felt like he had never seen something this attractive and erotic. He lowered his lips onto Alex’s shoulder, pressed a caring kiss onto the smooth skin, before he slid down with his tongue to caress his nipples alternately, which made Alex groan flamboyantly. His hands didn’t stay idle either, slid down Alex’s stomach and found their goal. He enclosed Alex’s erect cock slipped up and down the shaft.
Alex’s moaning encouraged Lincoln to try even harder, and so he went into a gentle massage. Alex clutched at Lincoln’s upper arms, glided down on the door, because his knees became weak. Immediately Lincoln caught him, pulled him back into his arms. “Hey, stay with me,”, he grinned cheekily. His looks rambled through the room, when he discovered the old mattress on the floor in the edge. Not optimal, but better than doing it here, leaning against the door, standing. He grabbed Alex’s wrist, pulled him to the mattress. He sank onto it, patted on the free space beside him. A bit insecure, Alex sank on the mattress next to Lincoln, and when Lincoln kissed him, the insecurity vanished immediately.
Lincoln felt, how Alex tampered with his trousers, he willingly let it happen, that he opened them and pushed them down together with the shorts. Hastily he struggled both pieces of clothing from his legs, before he turned to Alex completely. He wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him into a fiery kiss.
Alex sank onto the mattress dragged Lincoln above himself. The sudden pressure made Lincoln moan out loud. To not lay on Alex with his full weight, Lincoln propped up with his arms. At the same time he started rubbing against him, pushed his pelvis forward a few times. Alex met halfway with rearing up his whole body. His fingers burrowed into Lincoln’s back, left red marks on his skin, when he slid down.
“Lincoln! Just do it… please,” Alex craved, spread his legs to give Lincoln a little more space. Lincoln paused for a moment, then nodded. He moistened two of his fingers with saliva, slid down to touch the sensitive muscle ring. Actually, he didn’t want to hurt Alex, but maybe that was exactly what he needed, to feel the pain. Before he could give it any more thought, he felt Alex grabbing his wrist. “Don’t! Just do it… I’m beggin’ you, Lincoln!”
Lincoln bit his lower lip, looked away. “I might hurt you…” Alex placed a hand in Lincoln’s neck, turned his face back to him, so that he could look him in the eyes again. “It doesn’t matter! Please!”
Again, Lincoln hesitated. All of sudden, he didn’t know anymore if he did the right thing anymore, but when he felt Alex’s hand at his cock, all qualms disappeared within seconds. A loud moan left his lips and he pressed his claiming lips onto Alex’s. His breath sped up and his heart beat faster. He watched Alex tugging his legs closer to his body and spreading them further. With this, he made more then clear, how much he wanted this. And Lincoln didn’t feel any different, even if the thought of making a mistake never left his mind.
Lincoln took a deep breath, before he made eye contact with Alex, gently stroked his cheek. “Are you… ready?” he asked, his voice crumbly. Even if he already knew the answer, he needed this kind of confirmation. Alex nodded with determined looks in his eyes. He embraced Lincoln’s cock, guided him into the right direction. Lincoln closed his eyes and with an unerringly stroke he pushed deep into Alex. He had to hold his breath, to keep himself from coming instantly, because it was more intense, than anything, he has ever felt before. “God, you’re so tight!” he panted. The same moment he could feel Alex tense, watched him narrowing his eyes. “Are you okay?”
Alex gasped for breath. “It… it hurts…” he whispered, pressed his lips together. Lincoln immediately wanted to pull back, stop his actions, but Alex touched his butt cheeks, pressed him back into him. “Don’t! I want it to hurt.” He wrapped his legs around Lincoln’s hips, thrust forward. Again, Lincoln moaned loudly. For a moment more he hesitated, but finally he started to move. He withdraw just a little, to thrust forward again a few seconds later.
All of a sudden, Alex reared up, groaned uncontrolled and threw his head back. “Oh God! Yes… please yes! That’s good.” His hands burrowed into Lincoln’s back and he thrust his hips forward fiercely. A smile appeared on Lincolns lips. He wanted it to be as pleasant as possible for Alex, was satisfied, that he found the sensitive spot within him, which made him go crazy.
Over and over again he thrust into him, brought both of them to the edge of their climax. Their bodies moved against each other and they found the right pace. When Lincoln noticed, that he couldn’t hold back much longer, he slid his hand between their bodies, enfolded Alex’ hard cock massaged it together with his thrusts. The room was filled with their gasps and moans and the air crackled.
Lincoln increased his pace more and more, felt the heat take possession of his body. Alex reared up. Little electric waves made him shake and his blood ran through his veins faster. Lincoln lowered his head to kiss him again. So passionate, that it took his breath away. More and more he moved against Alex’s shaking body, could feel that Alex couldn’t hold back any longer either. “Lincoln… Linc… oh God… I can’t… can’t take it anymore…” He was in ecstasy dedicated himself to Lincoln totally.
Lincoln’s moans became louder with every passing second, his pace got more uncontrolled. “I… I can’t take it any longer either… Alex… ahh…”, he gasped, searched for Alex’ lips to kiss him again wildly. He felt Alex’ body tense underneath him and finally he ejaculated between them with heavy tremors. Lincoln’s climax followed just a few seconds later. Waves of satisfaction flew through his body and the wonderful feeling seemed to never stop again. Breathing heavily he sank onto Alex, needed a few minutes to calm down a bit.
After a while, he sat up and sank onto the mattress next to Alex. With closed eyes he pulled him into his arms, just held him for a while, before he got up again and reached for his shirt. He used it to cleaned himself and Alex. Then he stood up, took his pants and his shorts and slid into them. Just now the whole situation was more than he could take and suddenly he didn’t know how to act around Alex anymore. After all, he wasn’t in love with him and he was sure, Alex wasn’t in love with him either. Their sex was just a way of showing him, that he was still able to feel. Lincoln just wanted to help him.
Lincoln stood there, showing Alex his back, when he all of a sudden felt his hand on his shoulder. Instinctively he turned to him. He tried to read something in his eyes, but his looks were as impenetrable as always. “Thanks!” was the only word that left Alex’ lips, before he slid past Lincoln and left the room, when he was dressed again.
With mixed feelings Lincoln looked after him, but was also relieved, that he had a few minutes for himself, to think through the whole situation again.
When he stepped outdoors, he again felt the cool breeze blowing across his nose. He poked his hands into his trouser pockets set out for the warehouse again, where his cot was. Again he noticed Alex standing near the water, looking across the sea. Different than before, he held his shoulders high, seemed to really have found new optimism. And if Lincoln was right, he had really reached his goal. But why couldn’t he be happy about this fact? The thought of having used Alex to satisfy his own needs never left him. But he knew he would be able to deal with it somehow. After all, they still had a mission to fulfil, and he was professional enough, to not let anyone else notice, how he really felt.
He gave one last look in Alex direction, before he entered the warehouse, stepped directly to his mattress and settled down. He listened attentively, but everything was as quiet as he left it. No one of the others seemed to have noticed, what had happened between the former enemies. And Lincoln wanted it to stay this way. He pulled the thin blanket over his body and closed his eyes. He laid awake for a while longer, but then the exhaustion took over his body and let him fall into a deep sleep.
END