Fic: The Moon Knows
Title:The Moon Knows
Author:EtherealFlaim
Genre:Slash, AU (from foxriverinmate's Twenty2)
Rating:PG (for sexual implications)
Fandom:Prison Break
Summary:Lincoln knows Michael doesn't believe him when he says he's okay without the sex.
Author's Note:This is written for the foxriver_fic March challenge. I am choosing to write a small fic in the amazing Twenty2 universe, which is kept alive and well by the lovely foxriverinmate.
Lincoln stood at the window, gazing out into the clear night sky.
Well, hello again. Looks like it's still just the two of us. Michael was tired and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
The moon didn't respond, and the stars maintained their silent observation of the man standing shirtless at the window. It was barely after ten o'clock, and Lincoln was still wide awake.
I don't know if you remember, but before all of this, there was no way Michael and I would have been sleeping right now.
Still no answer. Lincoln didn't really expect it to, but he had nothing better to do than have one-sided conversations with inanimate objects. The moon really seemed like the best companion, because at least there was a good view to go along with it.
"I know I told you this last night, but he STILL hasn't noticed that I threw out the condoms and lube. He just doesn't believe me when I tell him that I'm not in the mood for sex and just want to cuddle. He's the one with the gift of words, not me, so I really had no choice but to try to SHOW him. Damn lot of good that--"
"Linc?" The groggy voice from behind him almost made Lincoln jump out the window.
Oh, SHIT! Damn you, Lincoln, you said that out loud!
"Oh, hey baby. I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was talking to my self. Go on back to sleep."
Lincoln slid himself under the sheets and thick comforter that Michael used to keep warm and enveloped his boyfriend with his body.
"I heard what you said, Linc."
"Oh."
Michael wiggled himself around in his lover's arms until he was facing him.
"I'm sorry I didn't notice, Linc. I haven't even touched that drawer in days... it reminds me that I can't... well, that I have no way to please you anymore."
Lincoln closed his eyes and savored the touch as Michael's hand stroked his chin lovingly.
"That's what I keep trying to tell you, Mikey. If I were only here for the sex, I'd be long gone by now. I'm in love with you, not your raging hard-ons or your sexy moaning or how you beg for it--"
"Hey! I do not beg. Well, unless you want me to."
"Haha, I know, Mikey. But even in the weakest of states, you have always been able to satisfy me. All I ever need is your company and a kiss from those delicious, little lips of yours."
Michael smiled. He ran his fingers through the bigger man's hair, behind his head, and down his bare chest wondering how he was ever lucky enough to find someone like this.
"That I think I can do. I love you, Linc."
Michael pulled himself closer to the bare chest that all too recently would have sent his cock to full and upright position, burying his face below Lincoln's square jawline and tracing a path of bites and kisses up to his boyfriend's slightly parted lips.
Michael kissed Lincoln deeply, and felt the muscular body beside him melt even closer to him as their tongues met. Michael marveled at how he could possibly not have believed Lincoln, or how he could have even entertained the thought that his boyfriend might be less attracted to his weakened physique. Lying there in the moonlight, encircled by his lover's arms, Michael thought that he might just be the luckiest cancer patient alive.
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Lincoln stood at the window, gazing out into the clear night sky.
Well, hello again. Looks like it's still just the two of us. Michael was tired and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
The moon didn't respond, and the stars maintained their silent observation of the man standing shirtless at the window. It was barely after ten o'clock, and Lincoln was still wide awake.
I don't know if you remember, but before all of this, there was no way Michael and I would have been sleeping right now.
Still no answer. Lincoln didn't really expect it to, but he had nothing better to do than have one-sided conversations with inanimate objects. The moon really seemed like the best companion, because at least there was a good view to go along with it.
"I know I told you this last night, but he STILL hasn't noticed that I threw out the condoms and lube. He just doesn't believe me when I tell him that I'm not in the mood for sex and just want to cuddle. He's the one with the gift of words, not me, so I really had no choice but to try to SHOW him. Damn lot of good that--"
"Linc?" The groggy voice from behind him almost made Lincoln jump out the window.
Oh, SHIT! Damn you, Lincoln, you said that out loud!
"Oh, hey baby. I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was talking to my self. Go on back to sleep."
Lincoln slid himself under the sheets and thick comforter that Michael used to keep warm and enveloped his boyfriend with his body.
"I heard what you said, Linc."
"Oh."
Michael wiggled himself around in his lover's arms until he was facing him.
"I'm sorry I didn't notice, Linc. I haven't even touched that drawer in days... it reminds me that I can't... well, that I have no way to please you anymore."
Lincoln closed his eyes and savored the touch as Michael's hand stroked his chin lovingly.
"That's what I keep trying to tell you, Mikey. If I were only here for the sex, I'd be long gone by now. I'm in love with you, not your raging hard-ons or your sexy moaning or how you beg for it--"
"Hey! I do not beg. Well, unless you want me to."
"Haha, I know, Mikey. But even in the weakest of states, you have always been able to satisfy me. All I ever need is your company and a kiss from those delicious, little lips of yours."
Michael smiled. He ran his fingers through the bigger man's hair, behind his head, and down his bare chest wondering how he was ever lucky enough to find someone like this.
"That I think I can do. I love you, Linc."
Michael pulled himself closer to the bare chest that all too recently would have sent his cock to full and upright position, burying his face below Lincoln's square jawline and tracing a path of bites and kisses up to his boyfriend's slightly parted lips.
Michael kissed Lincoln deeply, and felt the muscular body beside him melt even closer to him as their tongues met. Michael marveled at how he could possibly not have believed Lincoln, or how he could have even entertained the thought that his boyfriend might be less attracted to his weakened physique. Lying there in the moonlight, encircled by his lover's arms, Michael thought that he might just be the luckiest cancer patient alive.
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