A Life Half Lived 12/?
Title: A Life Half Lived
Authors: bwitched83uk and jeyhawk
Series: Yes!
Rating: Overall NC17
Pairing: Michael/Lincoln
Genre: Angst, Romance, Erotica, AU, Slash.
Summary: A life lived in fear, is a life half lived.
Disclaimer: We do not own the characters of Michael Scofield, or Lincoln Burrows, nor are we any way associated with the series Prison Break, or Fox. This is a fictional story using someone else’s characters. Not true.
Feedback: Don’t make us beg.
Beta: clex_monkie89
Warnings: AU, Slash, Sexual Situations
Chapter 12
Michael knew that it was fully possible to have a blackout from drinking and not remember anything about the night before. He really wished that it had happened to him because as soon as he woke up on Saturday morning his mind supplied him with all the embarrassing details of the night before. Getting drunk, throwing himself at Lincoln, flirting with the waiter, the fight, oh my God singing karaoke, throwing up repeatedly in front of Lincoln, and Lincoln staying the night…
He suddenly sat up straight in bed, groaning when his head protested and his stomach did a sickly flip flop. Where was Lincoln? He looked around wildly only calming when he heard the sound of the shower running, even though his brain alerted him to the fact that Lincoln taking a shower meant Naked Lincoln in his apartment. At least Lincoln hadn’t snuck out in the wee hours of the morning after deciding that drunk, disorderly and loudly sick Michael was a bit more than he’d bargained for.
Turning to the nightstand Michael swallowed the Aspirin Lincoln had put there for him and emptied the water glass, before flopping down on the bed again, deciding that he would not get up until the hangover of Doom had packed up and left. He heard the shower turn off and a few minutes later the door to the bathroom opened, Michael pretended to be asleep. Unfortunately his curiosity got the better of him and he opened his eyes slightly to be able to look at Lincoln. The sight of Lincoln with just a towel around his hips made Michael’s mouth water and he was not one to generally be affected by such things. Usually he would be satisfied with noticing someone was attractive and then filing it away as useless information, but Lincoln was different. Michael couldn’t help but notice every little thing about him, like the way shadows fell across his chest or the scar on his upper arm. He let his eyes slide over the defined muscles finding the trail of hair that led down under the towel. The responding physical reaction was almost painful in its intensity and Michael looked down at the tenting of the sheet in horror. He hadn’t even thought it possible given the bad shape he was in at the moment and if Lincoln turned now he would surely notice. Michael closed his eyes in mortification and did his best to pretend he was sleeping.
“Michael,” Lincoln said conversationally. “If you’re going to pretend you’re asleep don’t grab the covers hard enough for your knuckles to turn white.”
Michael opened his eyes blushing with embarrassment, to find Lincoln looking down at him with an affectionate smile. “Good morning,” Lincoln said bending down to kiss him.
Michael let go of the covers in favour of pushing him away. “Not before I brush my teeth,” he murmured turning his head to the side in an effort to spare Lincoln his I-was-violently-sick-last-night breath.
“Silly,” Lincoln admonished, turning Michael’s head back with his hands and pressing a kiss to his tightly shut lips.
Then he lifted his head and scrunched up his nose, in a hopefully pretended display of disgust. Michael smacked him upside the head, only to let his hand fall back to rub the abused spot.
“Your hair is growing out,” Michael remarked, enjoying the simple pleasure of Lincoln’s fuzz against his palm.
“Yeah,” Lincoln said. “I got to shave it again.”
“Don’t,” Michael said quickly, blushing when Lincoln gave him and enquiring look. “I just want to see you with hair,” he added.
Lincoln looked thoughtful for a moment. “I guess I could let it grow,” he said. “If you shave yours.”
“Shave?” Michael asked, his hand flying to his already short hair. “You mean all of it?”
“Just the hair on your head,” Lincoln answered with a mischievous smile.
Michael frowned until he realized what Lincoln must be referring to, then a dark crimson blush flew up his cheeks and his cock twitched. Lincoln chuckled not aware that he’d just added yet another thing to Michael’s list of woes. Michael actually did shave his pubic hair since he found hair down there a bit unhygienic, but maybe Lincoln didn’t like that.
Lincoln sat down on the bedside looking at Michael with a smile. “Now you got that I’m thinking too much look on your face again… Care to tell me about it?”
One of Michael’s hands couldn’t resist the temptation of touching the skin on Lincoln’s lower back where the towel got looser, dipping down into the little crease created by the towel. “It’s nothing,” Michael murmured all his senses captured by that hypnotic little crease and the warm skin hiding there.
Lincoln shifted slightly. “Keep doing that,” he warned his voice dropping in register. “And this towel will not be enough to keep me decently covered.”
Michael shivered at the tone, regretfully letting his hand drop from Lincoln’s back. He was in no shape to have any kind of sexual interaction even though his cock told him that he most certainly was. For once he felt weirdly calm about the whole thing, maybe not about the actual penetration part but at least about naughty touching. He wondered when Lincoln had managed to break down his walls so fully.
“I have to head home,” Lincoln said his voice still laden with desire. “My… My family is coming over this morning.”
“Oh,” Michael breathed disappointed. “Okay.”
“But not before I make you some breakfast,” Lincoln said, stealing another quick kiss from Michael. “Go take a shower, you’ll feel much better.”
Michael nodded and waited until Lincoln had left the bedroom before he got out from under the safety of the covers.
Lincoln had been right; the shower had made him feel better. He had brushed his teeth and gargled with mouthwash and was now feeling a whole lot less disgusting and ready to eat something. He walked out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist and walked back into his bedroom.
“Michael?” Lincoln called to him and without thinking Michael walked straight back out of his bedroom and into the kitchen where Lincoln was standing with a spatula in his hand, his eyes devouring Michael’s half-naked and wet body.
“I um,” Lincoln began but as Michael walked closer to him the older man seemed to completely forget why he had called him.
Michael looked down at himself, only now realising that he was standing in the kitchen, half naked, with less than four foot between them. “I…” Michael didn’t know what to say, the look of raw lust on Lincoln’s face was intoxicating, even though he really couldn’t see that he was that much to get excited about, not compare to Lincoln’s heavy frame.
Lincoln took a step closer to him and then another one; Michael stayed put, watching him nervously. Then Lincoln was upon him, pulling him into strong arms and smashing their lips together. Michael shivered under the onslaught opening his mouth wide to let Lincoln’s demanding tongue in. He couldn’t help but melt in Lincoln’s strong arms, kissing him felt so goddamned good. Lincoln pressed him up against the kitchen wall, his thigh finding its way in between Michael’s. Michael whimpered when the muscular thigh made contact with his inflamed groin, bunching Lincoln’s t-shirt in his hands. Lincoln lifted his head, resting his forehead against Michael’s.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. “I didn’t mean to just jump on you like this.”
“Shhh,” Michael told him, cupping the back of his head and forcing their mouths together again. He pulled Lincoln harder against him and they both moaned as their tongue caressed each other. The kiss was intense and it was harder, more desperate than their previous kisses had been.
Michael whimpered into Lincoln’s mouth as the older man’s thigh went under the towel and touched his bare cock. The ache that had settled there ever since seeing Lincoln half naked from his shower had escalated and he knew this wasn’t going to end at just a kiss.
He wanted Lincoln do that thing again, to lay him down and move on top of him until he was coming, but he didn’t know how to ask for it so he simply tightened his hold and hoped that Lincoln would take the initiative.
“Please,” escaped from Michael’s lips as Lincoln pulled their mouths apart and pressed open mouthed kisses to Michael’s neck. “Please,” he begged again, even though he didn’t quite know what he was asking for.
Lincoln couldn’t take this, he couldn’t tease the both of them like this and then simply pull away and go home, so when he heard Michael’s pleas, he dropped to his knees in front of the younger man and slowly ran his hands up Michael’s thighs and under the towel.
Michael’s head fell back against the wall and he held his breath for a few seconds, trying to believe what was about to happen.
“Oh God,” he whispered as he looked down into Lincoln’s predatory face as the older man pulled the towel away, allowing Michael’s erection to spring free and curl up towards his stomach.
He blushed furiously letting his head fall back against the wall again, he’d never felt so exposed in his life.
“You shave,” Lincoln said, sounding surprised.
Michael looked down at him again only to find Lincoln looking at him. “Yeah I… It’s a bit…”
“Unhygienic?” Lincoln asked with a smile.
“Yeah,” Michael said gratefully.
Lincoln tilted his head slightly letting his hand slide up the inside of Michael’s thigh, making his cock twitch in a very embarrassing way. “I don’t shave. Is that all right?”
Michael’s mouth went dry at the very thought of Lincoln’s cock and he nodded mutely. Honestly he didn’t care if Lincoln had three balls; it would still be his cock and that was enough of a turn on. Lincoln bent forward licking the head of Michael’s cock lapping up the precum that had beaded there. Michael moaned loudly he’d never experienced anything that felt so good.
He closed his eyes tight and let his hands drift up to rest on Lincoln’s head, half stroking, half pushing. He wasn’t sure what to do, he couldn’t believe this was happening to him, in the middle of his kitchen. Lincoln’s tongue lapping at the head of his cock was incredible and he prayed that he didn’t cum too soon and embarrassed himself.
Lincoln looked up at him as he kissed and licked him. Michael was without a doubt the sexiest sight he had ever seen. Michael’s innocence made him so precious and Lincoln wanted to make his first time good.
He needn’t have worried about that though, Michael was floating somewhere between heaven and hell and as Lincoln took his aching cock into his mouth and sucked gently Michael’s hips bucked forward of their own accord and one of his hands flew up to hit the wall beside his head. He cried out loudly and whimpered helplessly at the unfamiliar onslaught. Lincoln had barely taken his cock into his mouth before Michael realized he was one the verge of coming. His whole body was aflame and try as he might he couldn’t think of anything to distract him from the inevitable.
“Oh God,” he whimpered. “I’m gonna…”
He wanted to warn Lincoln somehow, pull him away but as Lincoln sucked more of his cock into his mouth all he could do was scream out loud with his release and buck violently against Lincoln’s mouth. He’d never come so hard before, it felt like the pleasure would never stop wrecking havoc on his system.
Lincoln gently let Michael’s cock slip from his mouth and looked up at his debauched angel that by the look of it was barely conscious. His own cock was throbbing with pent up desire but he found it unlikely that he would find his release any time soon. Slowly he straightened up letting his lips drag over Michael’s stomach and chest all the way up until he found the kiss swollen lips. As he darted his tongue out to lick the inside of Michael’s panting mouth he wondered if there would ever be anyone that overwhelmed him like Michael did.
Michael opened his mouth freely for Lincoln, tasting himself on the other man’s lips and not feeling revolted as he thought he would. Lincoln’s arms went around him and he pulled him tight against his chest, pressing little kisses to the side of Michael’s face while he waited for him to come down.
Michael buried his face in Lincoln’s neck. He felt completely mortified. He had read advice columns in the newspaper about men who have problems with premature ejaculation, and they always talked about it like it was a big deal. He wanted to keep his face where it was and never look at Lincoln again but the older man nuzzled his ear and whispered, “You look beautiful when you come.”
Yet another jolt of desire spread through Michael’s lower stomach and he gasped when he felt Lincoln’s own erection poke him. He hadn’t even thought about reciprocating; what would it feel like to have another man’s penis in his mouth? Lincoln had certainly seemed to enjoy the act.
Michael slowly let his hand slide down Lincoln’s chest, pushing the older man away from him slightly and turning them around so that their positions were switched. Lincoln practically growled as Michael took charge and popped open his jeans before sliding a hand inside.
Lincoln looked at Michael, becoming extremely aroused by the sight of Michael’s face as he explored another man’s cock for the first time. Lincoln grabbed hold of the waistline of his jeans and yanked them down, letting his cock spring free. Michael took half a step back staring in wide eyed wonder, it was huge. Well maybe not porno star huge, but certainly bigger than Michael’s own equipment. He glanced down and swallowed, his own limp cock looked ridiculous in comparison, maybe he was unusually small.
Lincoln looked at Michael with an affectionate smile; he could tell from Michael’s expression what he was worrying about. He supposed that Michael hadn’t been in a shower with other men for a very long time, or looked at much porn. He really had nothing to worry about size wise, yes Lincoln was bigger, but he was also a bigger man.
“Michael,” Lincoln said softly.
Michael looked up at Lincoln blushing slightly. Lincoln beckoned to him with a finger and as soon as he was within reach he pulled him into a kiss. “You’re perfect,” he murmured into Michael’s ear after breaking the kiss. “Just perfect.”
Michael kissed the side of Lincoln’s neck, letting his hand slide down to grab Lincoln’s cock again. It felt wonderful in his hand, rock hard and covered with the softest skin. Lincoln made an appreciative sound as Michael slid his thumb over the slit spreading the moisture.
Michael continued to kiss Lincoln’s neck while his hand slid up and down Lincoln’s cock. It felt weird to have someone else’s cock in his hand, yet perfectly right because it was Lincoln’s cock. He flicked his wrist a little earning himself a moan from Lincoln and an answering tremor began inside him. He’d never realized that giving pleasure might be just as good as receiving it, but that was what it felt like.
“A little faster,” Lincoln rasped and Michael followed his order immediately. “Yeah, that’s it.”
Michael’s hand on his cock was clumsy and inexperienced; he didn’t press hard enough or flick his wrist in the good way; yet it was the best hand job Lincoln had ever received. As Michael’s hand sped up even more he groaned in appreciation bucking his hips in counterpoint to the fast rhythm. Michael began pressing little kisses and nips all over his neck and chin, making Lincoln feel even hotter.
“Harder,” Lincoln begged when the prolonged teasing was about to drive him out of his mind.
Michael tightened his hand, suddenly realizing that Lincoln probably liked the same things he did, they were both men after all. He changed the angle to be able to rub his fingers over the sensitive underside and brought his other hand down to cup Lincoln’s wonderfully heavy balls. Lincoln groaned deeply thrusting his hips in counterpoint to Michael’s working hand and Michael had to lift his head and look at him.
Michael watched Lincoln’s face as the older man came, letting his head fall back against the wall, his mouth open and his eyes shut. It was the most erotic sight Michael had ever seen, it was much better than the porn he had watched the previous night.
It wasn’t until Lincoln’s breathing resumed and he looked into Michael’s eyes that Michael was suddenly aware that he had Lincoln’s cooling come on his hand and it made him feel a little queasy. He didn’t want to just walk away from Lincoln to go and wash his hand, but he could feel it between his fingers.
Unconsciously, Michael’s nose had sneered slightly at the mess on his hand and Lincoln quickly realised why. The older man let out a bark of laughter and shook his head. That was classic Michael.
“You can go and wash your hands if you want,” Lincoln offered and watched the look of relief spread over Michael’s face. He would have gladly offered to clean it up with his tongue, but he wasn’t sure Michael was ready for that, it might just gross him out.
Michael quickly made his way over to the sink to wash his hands, knowing he was a freak but unable to help it.
Behind him, Lincoln tucked himself away and zipped himself up before going over to stand behind Michael. He encircled Michael’s waist with his arms and rested his chin on Michael’s shoulder.
“I hate to leave right after… what we did,” he said softly. “But if I don’t go know then I’m going to be late and… well, you’ve met my family,” he said, as if that explained everything.
Michael dried his hands on the towel and turned in Lincoln’s arms. “It’s okay, I understand. I should get some work done anyway. I’ve been slacking off lately.”
“Oh really?” Lincoln asked teasingly as he leaned in and stole a kiss. “Something… or someone been distracting you lately?”
Michael smiled and kissed Lincoln back. “Maybe.”
“Mmmm,” Lincoln moaned into Michael’s mouth. “You are a very hard man to leave Michael Scofield.”
Michael smiled at that and looked down shyly. “When will I see you again?”
Lincoln grinned and let go of Michael to go and retrieve his jacket. “How about Monday? I have family stuff all weekend, but I could make you dinner again? Hopefully this time you won’t get sick.”
“Monday it is,” Michael said with a smile. For some reason he really wanted to ask Lincoln if he’d call before that, but Monday was really just a few days away.
“I think you’re gonna have to heat up the omelette I made you,” Lincoln said coming back into the kitchen. “And if you want me to stay over here more often you’d better do some grocery shopping. You’re fridge is scarily empty.”
“Okay,” Michael said wondering what Lincoln might want him to buy.
Lincoln chuckled. “It’s not an order silly.” He moved closer and pulled Michael into one last kiss. “I really got to go now, but I’ll see you Monday.”
“Yeah,” Michael said. “Monday.”
He watched Lincoln’s retreating back as he left, really wanting to run after him and beg him to stay. The apartment would feel so empty without him and the two long days that stretched out before him without Lincoln just felt depressing. Work didn’t really hold the lure it used to. Of course he would still get lost in the calculations when he started it, but he would have rather spent his time with Lincoln. As he padded naked into the bathroom to clean up before getting dressed he decided that he would spend his Sunday grocery shopping, there must be a site on the internet that told him what normal people kept in the fridge. Maybe that meant Lincoln would be more likely to stay a bit longer the next time he came over.
TBC
Authors: bwitched83uk and jeyhawk
Series: Yes!
Rating: Overall NC17
Pairing: Michael/Lincoln
Genre: Angst, Romance, Erotica, AU, Slash.
Summary: A life lived in fear, is a life half lived.
Disclaimer: We do not own the characters of Michael Scofield, or Lincoln Burrows, nor are we any way associated with the series Prison Break, or Fox. This is a fictional story using someone else’s characters. Not true.
Feedback: Don’t make us beg.
Beta: clex_monkie89
Warnings: AU, Slash, Sexual Situations
Chapter 12
Michael knew that it was fully possible to have a blackout from drinking and not remember anything about the night before. He really wished that it had happened to him because as soon as he woke up on Saturday morning his mind supplied him with all the embarrassing details of the night before. Getting drunk, throwing himself at Lincoln, flirting with the waiter, the fight, oh my God singing karaoke, throwing up repeatedly in front of Lincoln, and Lincoln staying the night…
He suddenly sat up straight in bed, groaning when his head protested and his stomach did a sickly flip flop. Where was Lincoln? He looked around wildly only calming when he heard the sound of the shower running, even though his brain alerted him to the fact that Lincoln taking a shower meant Naked Lincoln in his apartment. At least Lincoln hadn’t snuck out in the wee hours of the morning after deciding that drunk, disorderly and loudly sick Michael was a bit more than he’d bargained for.
Turning to the nightstand Michael swallowed the Aspirin Lincoln had put there for him and emptied the water glass, before flopping down on the bed again, deciding that he would not get up until the hangover of Doom had packed up and left. He heard the shower turn off and a few minutes later the door to the bathroom opened, Michael pretended to be asleep. Unfortunately his curiosity got the better of him and he opened his eyes slightly to be able to look at Lincoln. The sight of Lincoln with just a towel around his hips made Michael’s mouth water and he was not one to generally be affected by such things. Usually he would be satisfied with noticing someone was attractive and then filing it away as useless information, but Lincoln was different. Michael couldn’t help but notice every little thing about him, like the way shadows fell across his chest or the scar on his upper arm. He let his eyes slide over the defined muscles finding the trail of hair that led down under the towel. The responding physical reaction was almost painful in its intensity and Michael looked down at the tenting of the sheet in horror. He hadn’t even thought it possible given the bad shape he was in at the moment and if Lincoln turned now he would surely notice. Michael closed his eyes in mortification and did his best to pretend he was sleeping.
“Michael,” Lincoln said conversationally. “If you’re going to pretend you’re asleep don’t grab the covers hard enough for your knuckles to turn white.”
Michael opened his eyes blushing with embarrassment, to find Lincoln looking down at him with an affectionate smile. “Good morning,” Lincoln said bending down to kiss him.
Michael let go of the covers in favour of pushing him away. “Not before I brush my teeth,” he murmured turning his head to the side in an effort to spare Lincoln his I-was-violently-sick-last-night breath.
“Silly,” Lincoln admonished, turning Michael’s head back with his hands and pressing a kiss to his tightly shut lips.
Then he lifted his head and scrunched up his nose, in a hopefully pretended display of disgust. Michael smacked him upside the head, only to let his hand fall back to rub the abused spot.
“Your hair is growing out,” Michael remarked, enjoying the simple pleasure of Lincoln’s fuzz against his palm.
“Yeah,” Lincoln said. “I got to shave it again.”
“Don’t,” Michael said quickly, blushing when Lincoln gave him and enquiring look. “I just want to see you with hair,” he added.
Lincoln looked thoughtful for a moment. “I guess I could let it grow,” he said. “If you shave yours.”
“Shave?” Michael asked, his hand flying to his already short hair. “You mean all of it?”
“Just the hair on your head,” Lincoln answered with a mischievous smile.
Michael frowned until he realized what Lincoln must be referring to, then a dark crimson blush flew up his cheeks and his cock twitched. Lincoln chuckled not aware that he’d just added yet another thing to Michael’s list of woes. Michael actually did shave his pubic hair since he found hair down there a bit unhygienic, but maybe Lincoln didn’t like that.
Lincoln sat down on the bedside looking at Michael with a smile. “Now you got that I’m thinking too much look on your face again… Care to tell me about it?”
One of Michael’s hands couldn’t resist the temptation of touching the skin on Lincoln’s lower back where the towel got looser, dipping down into the little crease created by the towel. “It’s nothing,” Michael murmured all his senses captured by that hypnotic little crease and the warm skin hiding there.
Lincoln shifted slightly. “Keep doing that,” he warned his voice dropping in register. “And this towel will not be enough to keep me decently covered.”
Michael shivered at the tone, regretfully letting his hand drop from Lincoln’s back. He was in no shape to have any kind of sexual interaction even though his cock told him that he most certainly was. For once he felt weirdly calm about the whole thing, maybe not about the actual penetration part but at least about naughty touching. He wondered when Lincoln had managed to break down his walls so fully.
“I have to head home,” Lincoln said his voice still laden with desire. “My… My family is coming over this morning.”
“Oh,” Michael breathed disappointed. “Okay.”
“But not before I make you some breakfast,” Lincoln said, stealing another quick kiss from Michael. “Go take a shower, you’ll feel much better.”
Michael nodded and waited until Lincoln had left the bedroom before he got out from under the safety of the covers.
Lincoln had been right; the shower had made him feel better. He had brushed his teeth and gargled with mouthwash and was now feeling a whole lot less disgusting and ready to eat something. He walked out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist and walked back into his bedroom.
“Michael?” Lincoln called to him and without thinking Michael walked straight back out of his bedroom and into the kitchen where Lincoln was standing with a spatula in his hand, his eyes devouring Michael’s half-naked and wet body.
“I um,” Lincoln began but as Michael walked closer to him the older man seemed to completely forget why he had called him.
Michael looked down at himself, only now realising that he was standing in the kitchen, half naked, with less than four foot between them. “I…” Michael didn’t know what to say, the look of raw lust on Lincoln’s face was intoxicating, even though he really couldn’t see that he was that much to get excited about, not compare to Lincoln’s heavy frame.
Lincoln took a step closer to him and then another one; Michael stayed put, watching him nervously. Then Lincoln was upon him, pulling him into strong arms and smashing their lips together. Michael shivered under the onslaught opening his mouth wide to let Lincoln’s demanding tongue in. He couldn’t help but melt in Lincoln’s strong arms, kissing him felt so goddamned good. Lincoln pressed him up against the kitchen wall, his thigh finding its way in between Michael’s. Michael whimpered when the muscular thigh made contact with his inflamed groin, bunching Lincoln’s t-shirt in his hands. Lincoln lifted his head, resting his forehead against Michael’s.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. “I didn’t mean to just jump on you like this.”
“Shhh,” Michael told him, cupping the back of his head and forcing their mouths together again. He pulled Lincoln harder against him and they both moaned as their tongue caressed each other. The kiss was intense and it was harder, more desperate than their previous kisses had been.
Michael whimpered into Lincoln’s mouth as the older man’s thigh went under the towel and touched his bare cock. The ache that had settled there ever since seeing Lincoln half naked from his shower had escalated and he knew this wasn’t going to end at just a kiss.
He wanted Lincoln do that thing again, to lay him down and move on top of him until he was coming, but he didn’t know how to ask for it so he simply tightened his hold and hoped that Lincoln would take the initiative.
“Please,” escaped from Michael’s lips as Lincoln pulled their mouths apart and pressed open mouthed kisses to Michael’s neck. “Please,” he begged again, even though he didn’t quite know what he was asking for.
Lincoln couldn’t take this, he couldn’t tease the both of them like this and then simply pull away and go home, so when he heard Michael’s pleas, he dropped to his knees in front of the younger man and slowly ran his hands up Michael’s thighs and under the towel.
Michael’s head fell back against the wall and he held his breath for a few seconds, trying to believe what was about to happen.
“Oh God,” he whispered as he looked down into Lincoln’s predatory face as the older man pulled the towel away, allowing Michael’s erection to spring free and curl up towards his stomach.
He blushed furiously letting his head fall back against the wall again, he’d never felt so exposed in his life.
“You shave,” Lincoln said, sounding surprised.
Michael looked down at him again only to find Lincoln looking at him. “Yeah I… It’s a bit…”
“Unhygienic?” Lincoln asked with a smile.
“Yeah,” Michael said gratefully.
Lincoln tilted his head slightly letting his hand slide up the inside of Michael’s thigh, making his cock twitch in a very embarrassing way. “I don’t shave. Is that all right?”
Michael’s mouth went dry at the very thought of Lincoln’s cock and he nodded mutely. Honestly he didn’t care if Lincoln had three balls; it would still be his cock and that was enough of a turn on. Lincoln bent forward licking the head of Michael’s cock lapping up the precum that had beaded there. Michael moaned loudly he’d never experienced anything that felt so good.
He closed his eyes tight and let his hands drift up to rest on Lincoln’s head, half stroking, half pushing. He wasn’t sure what to do, he couldn’t believe this was happening to him, in the middle of his kitchen. Lincoln’s tongue lapping at the head of his cock was incredible and he prayed that he didn’t cum too soon and embarrassed himself.
Lincoln looked up at him as he kissed and licked him. Michael was without a doubt the sexiest sight he had ever seen. Michael’s innocence made him so precious and Lincoln wanted to make his first time good.
He needn’t have worried about that though, Michael was floating somewhere between heaven and hell and as Lincoln took his aching cock into his mouth and sucked gently Michael’s hips bucked forward of their own accord and one of his hands flew up to hit the wall beside his head. He cried out loudly and whimpered helplessly at the unfamiliar onslaught. Lincoln had barely taken his cock into his mouth before Michael realized he was one the verge of coming. His whole body was aflame and try as he might he couldn’t think of anything to distract him from the inevitable.
“Oh God,” he whimpered. “I’m gonna…”
He wanted to warn Lincoln somehow, pull him away but as Lincoln sucked more of his cock into his mouth all he could do was scream out loud with his release and buck violently against Lincoln’s mouth. He’d never come so hard before, it felt like the pleasure would never stop wrecking havoc on his system.
Lincoln gently let Michael’s cock slip from his mouth and looked up at his debauched angel that by the look of it was barely conscious. His own cock was throbbing with pent up desire but he found it unlikely that he would find his release any time soon. Slowly he straightened up letting his lips drag over Michael’s stomach and chest all the way up until he found the kiss swollen lips. As he darted his tongue out to lick the inside of Michael’s panting mouth he wondered if there would ever be anyone that overwhelmed him like Michael did.
Michael opened his mouth freely for Lincoln, tasting himself on the other man’s lips and not feeling revolted as he thought he would. Lincoln’s arms went around him and he pulled him tight against his chest, pressing little kisses to the side of Michael’s face while he waited for him to come down.
Michael buried his face in Lincoln’s neck. He felt completely mortified. He had read advice columns in the newspaper about men who have problems with premature ejaculation, and they always talked about it like it was a big deal. He wanted to keep his face where it was and never look at Lincoln again but the older man nuzzled his ear and whispered, “You look beautiful when you come.”
Yet another jolt of desire spread through Michael’s lower stomach and he gasped when he felt Lincoln’s own erection poke him. He hadn’t even thought about reciprocating; what would it feel like to have another man’s penis in his mouth? Lincoln had certainly seemed to enjoy the act.
Michael slowly let his hand slide down Lincoln’s chest, pushing the older man away from him slightly and turning them around so that their positions were switched. Lincoln practically growled as Michael took charge and popped open his jeans before sliding a hand inside.
Lincoln looked at Michael, becoming extremely aroused by the sight of Michael’s face as he explored another man’s cock for the first time. Lincoln grabbed hold of the waistline of his jeans and yanked them down, letting his cock spring free. Michael took half a step back staring in wide eyed wonder, it was huge. Well maybe not porno star huge, but certainly bigger than Michael’s own equipment. He glanced down and swallowed, his own limp cock looked ridiculous in comparison, maybe he was unusually small.
Lincoln looked at Michael with an affectionate smile; he could tell from Michael’s expression what he was worrying about. He supposed that Michael hadn’t been in a shower with other men for a very long time, or looked at much porn. He really had nothing to worry about size wise, yes Lincoln was bigger, but he was also a bigger man.
“Michael,” Lincoln said softly.
Michael looked up at Lincoln blushing slightly. Lincoln beckoned to him with a finger and as soon as he was within reach he pulled him into a kiss. “You’re perfect,” he murmured into Michael’s ear after breaking the kiss. “Just perfect.”
Michael kissed the side of Lincoln’s neck, letting his hand slide down to grab Lincoln’s cock again. It felt wonderful in his hand, rock hard and covered with the softest skin. Lincoln made an appreciative sound as Michael slid his thumb over the slit spreading the moisture.
Michael continued to kiss Lincoln’s neck while his hand slid up and down Lincoln’s cock. It felt weird to have someone else’s cock in his hand, yet perfectly right because it was Lincoln’s cock. He flicked his wrist a little earning himself a moan from Lincoln and an answering tremor began inside him. He’d never realized that giving pleasure might be just as good as receiving it, but that was what it felt like.
“A little faster,” Lincoln rasped and Michael followed his order immediately. “Yeah, that’s it.”
Michael’s hand on his cock was clumsy and inexperienced; he didn’t press hard enough or flick his wrist in the good way; yet it was the best hand job Lincoln had ever received. As Michael’s hand sped up even more he groaned in appreciation bucking his hips in counterpoint to the fast rhythm. Michael began pressing little kisses and nips all over his neck and chin, making Lincoln feel even hotter.
“Harder,” Lincoln begged when the prolonged teasing was about to drive him out of his mind.
Michael tightened his hand, suddenly realizing that Lincoln probably liked the same things he did, they were both men after all. He changed the angle to be able to rub his fingers over the sensitive underside and brought his other hand down to cup Lincoln’s wonderfully heavy balls. Lincoln groaned deeply thrusting his hips in counterpoint to Michael’s working hand and Michael had to lift his head and look at him.
Michael watched Lincoln’s face as the older man came, letting his head fall back against the wall, his mouth open and his eyes shut. It was the most erotic sight Michael had ever seen, it was much better than the porn he had watched the previous night.
It wasn’t until Lincoln’s breathing resumed and he looked into Michael’s eyes that Michael was suddenly aware that he had Lincoln’s cooling come on his hand and it made him feel a little queasy. He didn’t want to just walk away from Lincoln to go and wash his hand, but he could feel it between his fingers.
Unconsciously, Michael’s nose had sneered slightly at the mess on his hand and Lincoln quickly realised why. The older man let out a bark of laughter and shook his head. That was classic Michael.
“You can go and wash your hands if you want,” Lincoln offered and watched the look of relief spread over Michael’s face. He would have gladly offered to clean it up with his tongue, but he wasn’t sure Michael was ready for that, it might just gross him out.
Michael quickly made his way over to the sink to wash his hands, knowing he was a freak but unable to help it.
Behind him, Lincoln tucked himself away and zipped himself up before going over to stand behind Michael. He encircled Michael’s waist with his arms and rested his chin on Michael’s shoulder.
“I hate to leave right after… what we did,” he said softly. “But if I don’t go know then I’m going to be late and… well, you’ve met my family,” he said, as if that explained everything.
Michael dried his hands on the towel and turned in Lincoln’s arms. “It’s okay, I understand. I should get some work done anyway. I’ve been slacking off lately.”
“Oh really?” Lincoln asked teasingly as he leaned in and stole a kiss. “Something… or someone been distracting you lately?”
Michael smiled and kissed Lincoln back. “Maybe.”
“Mmmm,” Lincoln moaned into Michael’s mouth. “You are a very hard man to leave Michael Scofield.”
Michael smiled at that and looked down shyly. “When will I see you again?”
Lincoln grinned and let go of Michael to go and retrieve his jacket. “How about Monday? I have family stuff all weekend, but I could make you dinner again? Hopefully this time you won’t get sick.”
“Monday it is,” Michael said with a smile. For some reason he really wanted to ask Lincoln if he’d call before that, but Monday was really just a few days away.
“I think you’re gonna have to heat up the omelette I made you,” Lincoln said coming back into the kitchen. “And if you want me to stay over here more often you’d better do some grocery shopping. You’re fridge is scarily empty.”
“Okay,” Michael said wondering what Lincoln might want him to buy.
Lincoln chuckled. “It’s not an order silly.” He moved closer and pulled Michael into one last kiss. “I really got to go now, but I’ll see you Monday.”
“Yeah,” Michael said. “Monday.”
He watched Lincoln’s retreating back as he left, really wanting to run after him and beg him to stay. The apartment would feel so empty without him and the two long days that stretched out before him without Lincoln just felt depressing. Work didn’t really hold the lure it used to. Of course he would still get lost in the calculations when he started it, but he would have rather spent his time with Lincoln. As he padded naked into the bathroom to clean up before getting dressed he decided that he would spend his Sunday grocery shopping, there must be a site on the internet that told him what normal people kept in the fridge. Maybe that meant Lincoln would be more likely to stay a bit longer the next time he came over.
TBC