"Missing Pieces" for alazysod
Title: Missing Pieces
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Michael/Lincoln
Requested By: alazysod
Summary: Michael can’t fix everything.
Author’s Notes: This is for alazysod who requested Michael/Lincoln, pre-prison, ties, and a discreet hand job. Well, I almost got there.
“I take it the job interview went badly?”
From his perch on the curb, Lincoln glared at his brother with bleary red eyes. The door to the bar behind them opened with a jingle and a large group spilled out. They offered no apology as they staggered past, bumping into Lincoln and Michael. Echoes of laughter chased them down the street.
Michael gave Lincoln his hand and helped him up. He stumbled slightly as Lincoln’s weight crashed into him. Michael opened the passenger door and started to help his brother in, but Lincoln pushed him away. “I can get in myself, Michael.”
“Fine.” Michael walked stiffly to the driver’s side, closing the door a little harder than he meant to. The drive to Lincoln’s apartment was made in silence. Michael parked the car outside the building. Lincoln struggled with the door handle. Michael took off his seatbelt. With a hand on Lincoln’s backrest, he leaned over and unlocked the door.
Michael paused when he realized how close they were. Lincoln drew even closer and Michael’s breath hitched. He heard the door handle click open and felt a draft of cold air rush in.
Lincoln mumbled, “Thanks,” and climbed out. Michael flinched as the door slammed shut.
Arms folded, Lincoln rested by the entranceway to his apartment building. He stared at a stain on the steps, lost in thought. Michael blew into his bare hands and rubbed his palms together. “Where’s your key?”
Lincoln rubbed a hand over his eyes. “Um, jacket pocket.” Michael reached into his pockets and fished out the keys. A small bag of marijuana fell out onto the rain dampened cement.
Michael bit the inside of his cheek. Lincoln bent down to pick it up, but Michael slapped his hand away and pocketed it.
“If you wanted some, you just had to say so.”
Michael ignored him and unlocked the entrance. Once inside the apartment, Lincoln made a beeline for the bathroom. Michael went into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. It was brewing when Lincoln emerged again. He collapsed on the couch, fumbled around the cushions until he found the remote and turned the TV on. Michael snatched the remote and pressed the mute button. He stood over Lincoln unsure if he wanted to shout or cry.
“I’m sorry, Michael.”
Michael sighed then slumped down next to his brother. Lincoln fiddled with the grey silk tie around his neck. “I suppose you’ll want this back? It’s kind of wasted on me.” Lincoln took it off and handed it to Michael. It felt heavy in his hands, heavier than it should, like it carried the weight of the world. He felt a hand caress the back of his head and neck. “It’s going to be okay, Mikey.” How many times had Michael heard that? Too many. Michael didn’t push the hand away though. Instead he laid his head on Lincoln’s shoulder. “You and me, Michael. Just like always.”
Michael closed his eyes and for just this moment he pretended that everything was going to be okay. He turned and the cotton fabric of his brother’s shirt caressed his cheek. Under the lingering alcohol and cigarette smoke from the bar, Lincoln smelled of cologne and musk. It was a familiar smell and Michael drank it in. Lincoln’s hand stayed on Michael’s neck, his thumb stroking back and forth. One arm slipped behind Lincoln while the other draped over his mid-section. Fingers clutched the fabric tightly. Lincoln emitted a heavy sigh. He shifted and his chin bumped against Michael’s skull.
Michael lifted his head and stared at Lincoln’s closed eyes. His lashes were the only delicate thing about his older brother. Michael smoothed a finger over the small crease between Lincoln’s brows. His gaze drifted downward and Michael’s tongue flicked across his lips. He pressed a barely there kiss against the corner of his brother’s mouth. Lincoln’s eyes opened again and for Michael it was like staring into blue skies after months without sun.
Lincoln smiled, but there was something sad in his expression. Michael wanted to bring back the sun. A hand on his chest stopped him. It stayed there for a long moment and Michael waited for Lincoln to push him away. To say no, that what Michael wanted was wrong, that something inside of Michael was wrong. But instead the hand carefully unbuttoned his shirt and slid the fabric to the side. Lincoln’s back curved forward as he ducked down and laid wet kisses against Michael’s throat, shoulder, and chest. Michael exhaled a long shuddering breath. Something swelled inside of him, ready to burst. He blinked rapidly. Lincoln couldn’t see his tears.
Lincoln worked his way across Michael’s jaw and their lips met for another kiss. Michael gripped his brother’s neck and lapped hungrily at his mouth. Lincoln responded with equal ferocity. He bit Michael’s lower lip, and then pushed his tongue deep inside. Lincoln’s hand skimmed over his stomach and toyed with the fly on his pants.
Lincoln was drunk and probably high on more than just weed. Michael knew that, but he couldn’t stop. Even as a child, Michael had been fascinated by his brother and that fascination only grew as they got older. He wanted to know his brother inside and out, to learn what made him tick, find the broken pieces and fix them. But Michael couldn’t, because he’s broken just the same. Their hearts have two matching holes in them, but Michael always had Lincoln to fill that empty space. He wanted to be that for Lincoln too.
Michael broke away from Lincoln and stood. When their gazes locked, Michael undressed. He let everything fall into a messy bundle at his feet and kicked it away. Lincoln sat still, except for fidgeting hands. His eyes raked over Michael’s body, studying every line, angle, curve and dip.
“Michael…”
Michael stepped forward. He rested a hand on Lincoln’s shoulder and straddled his lap. Lincoln’s big arms wrapped around him, pulling him in close until there was no space left between them.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” The words were whispered in Michael’s ear. Lincoln’s body shuddered against Michael’s. “Promise me. Promise that you’ll never leave me.” He buried his face in the crook of Michael’s neck. Michael felt a chill as something wet trickled down his skin. Lincoln continued to shake. Michael stared at the dingy wall behind the couch, guilt and shame chasing away any desire. Michael shut down, locked his emotions away, because otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to do what he did next.
He pulled away.
Lincoln grabbed his hand. “Don’t go. Please, Michael. I’ll… I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t go. Don’t leave me alone. Not again.”
Michael shook his head. “I’m not. Just… give me a minute.” Michael gathered up his clothes, and escaped into the bathroom. When the door was shut, he sat on the edge of the bathtub. He covered his mouth as a wave of nausea hit him. Michael closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. Maybe… Maybe, Lincoln wouldn’t remember this in the morning. Maybe he would still be able to look his brother in the eye.
Michael dressed, taking his time. He splashed water on his face, but couldn’t bring himself to look at his reflection. He reached into his pocket for his handkerchief and found the bag of marijuana instead. He brought it over to the toilet, opened it, and dumped out its contents. The splash it made caused waves that sent it spiraling. Michael helped it along by pressing the handle.
When he returned to the living room, Lincoln was curled up on his side. The light from the TV flashed blue across his still face. Michael knelt next to his brother. “I’m sorry, Lincoln.” Michael spotted the grey tie and picked it up. He smoothed it out carefully and left it by Lincoln’s hand. “Goodbye.” He stooped to kiss his brother’s temple, but faltered. Lincoln was restless even in his sleep. Michael wanted nothing more than to fix everything for his brother, to make him alright. But this was something Michael couldn’t fix. The best he could do was to leave before he broke anything beyond repair.
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Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Michael/Lincoln
Requested By: alazysod
Summary: Michael can’t fix everything.
Author’s Notes: This is for alazysod who requested Michael/Lincoln, pre-prison, ties, and a discreet hand job. Well, I almost got there.
“I take it the job interview went badly?”
From his perch on the curb, Lincoln glared at his brother with bleary red eyes. The door to the bar behind them opened with a jingle and a large group spilled out. They offered no apology as they staggered past, bumping into Lincoln and Michael. Echoes of laughter chased them down the street.
Michael gave Lincoln his hand and helped him up. He stumbled slightly as Lincoln’s weight crashed into him. Michael opened the passenger door and started to help his brother in, but Lincoln pushed him away. “I can get in myself, Michael.”
“Fine.” Michael walked stiffly to the driver’s side, closing the door a little harder than he meant to. The drive to Lincoln’s apartment was made in silence. Michael parked the car outside the building. Lincoln struggled with the door handle. Michael took off his seatbelt. With a hand on Lincoln’s backrest, he leaned over and unlocked the door.
Michael paused when he realized how close they were. Lincoln drew even closer and Michael’s breath hitched. He heard the door handle click open and felt a draft of cold air rush in.
Lincoln mumbled, “Thanks,” and climbed out. Michael flinched as the door slammed shut.
Arms folded, Lincoln rested by the entranceway to his apartment building. He stared at a stain on the steps, lost in thought. Michael blew into his bare hands and rubbed his palms together. “Where’s your key?”
Lincoln rubbed a hand over his eyes. “Um, jacket pocket.” Michael reached into his pockets and fished out the keys. A small bag of marijuana fell out onto the rain dampened cement.
Michael bit the inside of his cheek. Lincoln bent down to pick it up, but Michael slapped his hand away and pocketed it.
“If you wanted some, you just had to say so.”
Michael ignored him and unlocked the entrance. Once inside the apartment, Lincoln made a beeline for the bathroom. Michael went into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. It was brewing when Lincoln emerged again. He collapsed on the couch, fumbled around the cushions until he found the remote and turned the TV on. Michael snatched the remote and pressed the mute button. He stood over Lincoln unsure if he wanted to shout or cry.
“I’m sorry, Michael.”
Michael sighed then slumped down next to his brother. Lincoln fiddled with the grey silk tie around his neck. “I suppose you’ll want this back? It’s kind of wasted on me.” Lincoln took it off and handed it to Michael. It felt heavy in his hands, heavier than it should, like it carried the weight of the world. He felt a hand caress the back of his head and neck. “It’s going to be okay, Mikey.” How many times had Michael heard that? Too many. Michael didn’t push the hand away though. Instead he laid his head on Lincoln’s shoulder. “You and me, Michael. Just like always.”
Michael closed his eyes and for just this moment he pretended that everything was going to be okay. He turned and the cotton fabric of his brother’s shirt caressed his cheek. Under the lingering alcohol and cigarette smoke from the bar, Lincoln smelled of cologne and musk. It was a familiar smell and Michael drank it in. Lincoln’s hand stayed on Michael’s neck, his thumb stroking back and forth. One arm slipped behind Lincoln while the other draped over his mid-section. Fingers clutched the fabric tightly. Lincoln emitted a heavy sigh. He shifted and his chin bumped against Michael’s skull.
Michael lifted his head and stared at Lincoln’s closed eyes. His lashes were the only delicate thing about his older brother. Michael smoothed a finger over the small crease between Lincoln’s brows. His gaze drifted downward and Michael’s tongue flicked across his lips. He pressed a barely there kiss against the corner of his brother’s mouth. Lincoln’s eyes opened again and for Michael it was like staring into blue skies after months without sun.
Lincoln smiled, but there was something sad in his expression. Michael wanted to bring back the sun. A hand on his chest stopped him. It stayed there for a long moment and Michael waited for Lincoln to push him away. To say no, that what Michael wanted was wrong, that something inside of Michael was wrong. But instead the hand carefully unbuttoned his shirt and slid the fabric to the side. Lincoln’s back curved forward as he ducked down and laid wet kisses against Michael’s throat, shoulder, and chest. Michael exhaled a long shuddering breath. Something swelled inside of him, ready to burst. He blinked rapidly. Lincoln couldn’t see his tears.
Lincoln worked his way across Michael’s jaw and their lips met for another kiss. Michael gripped his brother’s neck and lapped hungrily at his mouth. Lincoln responded with equal ferocity. He bit Michael’s lower lip, and then pushed his tongue deep inside. Lincoln’s hand skimmed over his stomach and toyed with the fly on his pants.
Lincoln was drunk and probably high on more than just weed. Michael knew that, but he couldn’t stop. Even as a child, Michael had been fascinated by his brother and that fascination only grew as they got older. He wanted to know his brother inside and out, to learn what made him tick, find the broken pieces and fix them. But Michael couldn’t, because he’s broken just the same. Their hearts have two matching holes in them, but Michael always had Lincoln to fill that empty space. He wanted to be that for Lincoln too.
Michael broke away from Lincoln and stood. When their gazes locked, Michael undressed. He let everything fall into a messy bundle at his feet and kicked it away. Lincoln sat still, except for fidgeting hands. His eyes raked over Michael’s body, studying every line, angle, curve and dip.
“Michael…”
Michael stepped forward. He rested a hand on Lincoln’s shoulder and straddled his lap. Lincoln’s big arms wrapped around him, pulling him in close until there was no space left between them.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” The words were whispered in Michael’s ear. Lincoln’s body shuddered against Michael’s. “Promise me. Promise that you’ll never leave me.” He buried his face in the crook of Michael’s neck. Michael felt a chill as something wet trickled down his skin. Lincoln continued to shake. Michael stared at the dingy wall behind the couch, guilt and shame chasing away any desire. Michael shut down, locked his emotions away, because otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to do what he did next.
He pulled away.
Lincoln grabbed his hand. “Don’t go. Please, Michael. I’ll… I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t go. Don’t leave me alone. Not again.”
Michael shook his head. “I’m not. Just… give me a minute.” Michael gathered up his clothes, and escaped into the bathroom. When the door was shut, he sat on the edge of the bathtub. He covered his mouth as a wave of nausea hit him. Michael closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. Maybe… Maybe, Lincoln wouldn’t remember this in the morning. Maybe he would still be able to look his brother in the eye.
Michael dressed, taking his time. He splashed water on his face, but couldn’t bring himself to look at his reflection. He reached into his pocket for his handkerchief and found the bag of marijuana instead. He brought it over to the toilet, opened it, and dumped out its contents. The splash it made caused waves that sent it spiraling. Michael helped it along by pressing the handle.
When he returned to the living room, Lincoln was curled up on his side. The light from the TV flashed blue across his still face. Michael knelt next to his brother. “I’m sorry, Lincoln.” Michael spotted the grey tie and picked it up. He smoothed it out carefully and left it by Lincoln’s hand. “Goodbye.” He stooped to kiss his brother’s temple, but faltered. Lincoln was restless even in his sleep. Michael wanted nothing more than to fix everything for his brother, to make him alright. But this was something Michael couldn’t fix. The best he could do was to leave before he broke anything beyond repair.
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