"Promise Me" for jeyhawk
Title: Promise Me
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Michael/Lincoln
Requested By: jeyhawk
Summary: Michael had always hated storms; they were loud, they were bright and they reminded him of the night Lincoln drove their mom to the hospital.
Author's Note: This is short, and to the porn. Just the way I think jeyhawk will like it.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I give to God my Soul to keep. And should I die before I wake, I pray to God my soul to take.
Mother tucked Michael into bed, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. She smiled, but there was something under it. Something pained, and painful to see.
"Sleep tight, bedbug," She said, petting her youngest son's cheek with a maternal sweetness.
"Mommy?"
"Hmmm?"
"Promise me you won't ever go away."
Her smile was sad, and it made Michael nervous, "I promise. Now close your eyes. The storm'll be over in the morning."
~`~`~`~`~`~
The lightening struck, lighting up the small main room of the studio apartment. Michael jolted awake; he hated to admit it, but he'd always been afraid storms. They were loud, they were bright and they reminded him of the night Lincoln drove their mom to the hospital.
Now Lincoln was snoring, hogging the blankets on their foldout couch--it wasn't the best bed but it was affordable enough for a high school dropout and a high school freshman.
Michael tugged at the blankets, sneaking in to push his body against his brother's. Thunder rumbled outside, chasing the lightening that illuminated the room time and time again. Michael couldn't help but shiver, grabbing his brother's arm because, like the blankets, Lincoln was hoarding the pillows too.
Halfway through another groan of thunder, the snoring stopped and Lincoln let the word 'huh?' drift stupidly from his lips.
Lincoln hardly noticed the storm, twelve hours of work did that to a man, "Mike, what's up?"
"Gimme a pillow." Michael's voice was shaky, he pushed against his brother's chest as if the violence would enforce his point and make his words sound stronger.
"Hey," Lincoln sat up on his elbows, frowning as he felt his baby brother shiver, knowing the summer storm didn't make the room that cold, "What's the matter?"
Michael grabbed a pillow, rolling over and hugging it to his chest, "Nothing."
The lightening flashed brighter than usual, and the thunder roared just a second behind. The rain started up again, patting against the windows. As the wind howled it carried the sound of Mrs. Adams' wind chime through the crack under the front door; the sound was light yet solemn. Michael jumped and Lincoln touched his shoulder, trying to comfort him.
"It's just the weather, Mikey. Don't tell me you're still freaking out over the lightening."
"Shut up, just shut up, Linc."
"Fuck you," Lincoln huffed angry from being awoken in the middle of a peaceful, dreamless sleep. "It's just wind and stuff. You're good at science, you of all people should know it can't bite you," Lincoln's hand pet through Michael's hair, down his neck and back. The more he touched him, the more he realized his brother wasn't shivering; he was sobbing.
"Michael," He began with a shocked tone, Michael rarely got upset about anything, "Are you crying?"
Michael let go of his pillow, turning around to bury his face in Lincoln's broad chest. He felt the reassuring arms hold him, keeping him safe from the storm. He nodded.
Lincoln kissing the crown of his brother's head, pulling him closer, "It's okay, you don't have anything to worry about, I'm here."
"I know I ju--" Michael took a breath, holding it in hopes it would make the tears stop long enough for him to finish a sentence. "I...mom...thunder," he blurted out, wrapping his own arms around Lincoln's thick torso.
Keeping his arms around his brother Lincoln nodded. He remembered Mom touching him on the shoulder, very softly and politely.
'Don't wake you're brother,' she'd said. She wanted to go to the hospital, she said her side hurt so badly she couldn't stand up all the way. 'Drive me there, it's probably nothing.'
Lincoln held his brother, pulling away so he could watch his face, "She wouldn't want us to be sad, Michael...it's okay.." He kissed his brother's forehead. He kissed his cheeks, trying to kiss away the tears that feel down his brother's face. He kissed Michael's nose, just above his eyes, his lips.
His lips. Lincoln paused, he ran his hand down the side of his brother's body; the skin was soft and delicate. The curve from his waist to his hips was almost like a girl's. He kissed his brother's lips again, savoring the salty taste from the tears.
It was different, and yet familiar. He'd thought about it before, about turning Michael over one night; it wasn't wrong if you really loved the person. But, even if they did love each other, Lincoln doubted his baby brother would ever want it like he did.
"Lincoln.." Michael whispered, his hands stiff and cold against Lincoln's chest as they pulled him from his thoughts.
Lincoln pulled back hearing his name and moved his hands up to his brother's shoulders, "Sorry..."
"No...I...what were you doing?"
"Nothing, just trying to cheer you up," he licked his lips, how tempting it was to push Michael into the mattress, he was still young enough that Lincoln could pin him easily.
Michael licked his own lips, "What?"
The broad hand ran over Michael's body again. Lincoln cursed himself at the rise he was getting out of the flawless flesh and the seductive curve of Michael's hips. Likewise, Michael leaned into the stroke of Lincoln's hand; it was strangely alluring.
"I just.." Michael struggled to speak. He shivered once again, but this shiver was different. It didn't start at the base of the spine and shoot ice up his back, no, it started from Linc's hand and careened down the front of Michael's stomach, leaving warmth everywhere. The heat moved lower, and lower still.
"Michael."
"Huh?"
"Is this...okay?"
Michael blushed, suddenly realizing where his brother's hand was, and suddenly realizing the hard resistance his own organ was giving it.
"Do you want me to stop?" Lincoln ran his thumb over his brother's groin, fingers tantalizing the inner skin of Michael's thigh that the boxers just barely hid.
The heat ran over Michael's body again. His lips pressed tentatively into Lincoln's neck, nose in the sweet, intoxicating smell. "No."
But it was the 'no' that stopped him. Lincoln's eyes caught a glimpse of his baby brother's face as the lightening flashed again. It wasn't the face of a scared little boy; it was the face of a teenager with the same, desirous _expression as the girl Lincoln had first slept with. Michael was ready, and wanting, for anything Lincoln would give him.
Lincoln's fingers danced over his brother's stomach, "I know just how to cheer you up, then." The words felt rough in his mouth; Lincoln had said them to so many girls, but this was Michael. Michael deserved a better come-on, but Lincoln just didn't have one.
"Ar...are you sure you want to?" Michael stuttered, feeling as seduced by the clumsy words as if he was the girl Lincoln knew he wasn't.
All the reply that Michael received was a gentle smirk from Lincoln. His hand ran down Michael's stomach, feeling the bulge at the end of the journey. He was sure.
Lincoln's kisses started again and layered Michael's body from his head to the curve of his hips. Hands were hastily pulling down the boxers, freeing the erection from the pressure of the fabric. Ever the painful tease, Lincoln halted, if for no reason other than to see the disappointed _expression on his brother's face.
His voice was almost velvet as it poured into his brother's ear, hand wrapped around the young erection, "You ever had anybody suck your cock before, Mikey?"
"N-no," Michael could have melted right at the words; he'd never heard Lincoln talk dirty before. The nervousness left him, and suddenly the overly-charming tone in Lincoln's voice was like silk against his skin.
The end of Lincoln's smile curled devilishly and with in moments the organ was surrounded with the heat of his mouth. Michael pressed back into the mattress with a shocked gasp. He'd run his hands over his own erection before, felt the wondrous release that came, but the heat of an expert mouth and rippling tongue was more than Michael had imagined.
Hearing the sounds, Lincoln eagerly displayed all the tricks he'd received. He bobbed his head along the juvenile member, undulating his tongue across the underside as a moan escaped from Michael's quivering lips. The tongue continued, flicking the delicate skin over the tip as Lincoln felt his brother's pulse through the flesh.
Michael wrapped his hands over the back of Lincoln's head to urge him forward. He craved more, even though all of it was more than he'd ever known. He'd pretended, he'd imagined the feeling of the moist skin on his, but this sensation was unlike anything he'd ever dreamt. His hips popped up reflexively and Lincoln patiently pushed them into the mattress.
The longer it lasted the hotter the blood was that coursed through their veins, connecting them in the passion. Lincoln leaned forward, opening his throat and engulfing the whole of the adolescent cock. In a spasm of chaotic pleasure, Michael released, climaxing as the tingling pleasure surged over his body, replacing what Lincoln swallowed.
They laid together silently, for how long, neither of them was certain. They were breathless; Lincoln slid up to hold his baby brother in his arms and pull him into a hug. Michael's eyes were closed and his body limp as though he'd been sleeping instead of soaring. Slowly, a shaky hand moved towards Lincoln's waist.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to pay you back," Michael's voice slurred, but his tone was earnest.
Lincoln couldn't resist a smile, "Not tonight...later. I'm too tired for now..." There was a moment, a pause as he took a deep breath of the smell of rain from the crack under the front door. "Listen...hear that?"
Michael frowned, already slipping into a sleep, "No?"
"The storm is over, you don't have to be upset anymore," Lincoln caressed the soft, infant hair on Michael's head. "You can go to sleep now."
"Lincoln?"
"Yeah, Mikey?"
"Promise me you won't ever go away."
Lincoln smiled, but there was something under it, "I promise."
Thank you for participating! :)
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Michael/Lincoln
Requested By: jeyhawk
Summary: Michael had always hated storms; they were loud, they were bright and they reminded him of the night Lincoln drove their mom to the hospital.
Author's Note: This is short, and to the porn. Just the way I think jeyhawk will like it.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I give to God my Soul to keep. And should I die before I wake, I pray to God my soul to take.
Mother tucked Michael into bed, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. She smiled, but there was something under it. Something pained, and painful to see.
"Sleep tight, bedbug," She said, petting her youngest son's cheek with a maternal sweetness.
"Mommy?"
"Hmmm?"
"Promise me you won't ever go away."
Her smile was sad, and it made Michael nervous, "I promise. Now close your eyes. The storm'll be over in the morning."
~`~`~`~`~`~
The lightening struck, lighting up the small main room of the studio apartment. Michael jolted awake; he hated to admit it, but he'd always been afraid storms. They were loud, they were bright and they reminded him of the night Lincoln drove their mom to the hospital.
Now Lincoln was snoring, hogging the blankets on their foldout couch--it wasn't the best bed but it was affordable enough for a high school dropout and a high school freshman.
Michael tugged at the blankets, sneaking in to push his body against his brother's. Thunder rumbled outside, chasing the lightening that illuminated the room time and time again. Michael couldn't help but shiver, grabbing his brother's arm because, like the blankets, Lincoln was hoarding the pillows too.
Halfway through another groan of thunder, the snoring stopped and Lincoln let the word 'huh?' drift stupidly from his lips.
Lincoln hardly noticed the storm, twelve hours of work did that to a man, "Mike, what's up?"
"Gimme a pillow." Michael's voice was shaky, he pushed against his brother's chest as if the violence would enforce his point and make his words sound stronger.
"Hey," Lincoln sat up on his elbows, frowning as he felt his baby brother shiver, knowing the summer storm didn't make the room that cold, "What's the matter?"
Michael grabbed a pillow, rolling over and hugging it to his chest, "Nothing."
The lightening flashed brighter than usual, and the thunder roared just a second behind. The rain started up again, patting against the windows. As the wind howled it carried the sound of Mrs. Adams' wind chime through the crack under the front door; the sound was light yet solemn. Michael jumped and Lincoln touched his shoulder, trying to comfort him.
"It's just the weather, Mikey. Don't tell me you're still freaking out over the lightening."
"Shut up, just shut up, Linc."
"Fuck you," Lincoln huffed angry from being awoken in the middle of a peaceful, dreamless sleep. "It's just wind and stuff. You're good at science, you of all people should know it can't bite you," Lincoln's hand pet through Michael's hair, down his neck and back. The more he touched him, the more he realized his brother wasn't shivering; he was sobbing.
"Michael," He began with a shocked tone, Michael rarely got upset about anything, "Are you crying?"
Michael let go of his pillow, turning around to bury his face in Lincoln's broad chest. He felt the reassuring arms hold him, keeping him safe from the storm. He nodded.
Lincoln kissing the crown of his brother's head, pulling him closer, "It's okay, you don't have anything to worry about, I'm here."
"I know I ju--" Michael took a breath, holding it in hopes it would make the tears stop long enough for him to finish a sentence. "I...mom...thunder," he blurted out, wrapping his own arms around Lincoln's thick torso.
Keeping his arms around his brother Lincoln nodded. He remembered Mom touching him on the shoulder, very softly and politely.
'Don't wake you're brother,' she'd said. She wanted to go to the hospital, she said her side hurt so badly she couldn't stand up all the way. 'Drive me there, it's probably nothing.'
Lincoln held his brother, pulling away so he could watch his face, "She wouldn't want us to be sad, Michael...it's okay.." He kissed his brother's forehead. He kissed his cheeks, trying to kiss away the tears that feel down his brother's face. He kissed Michael's nose, just above his eyes, his lips.
His lips. Lincoln paused, he ran his hand down the side of his brother's body; the skin was soft and delicate. The curve from his waist to his hips was almost like a girl's. He kissed his brother's lips again, savoring the salty taste from the tears.
It was different, and yet familiar. He'd thought about it before, about turning Michael over one night; it wasn't wrong if you really loved the person. But, even if they did love each other, Lincoln doubted his baby brother would ever want it like he did.
"Lincoln.." Michael whispered, his hands stiff and cold against Lincoln's chest as they pulled him from his thoughts.
Lincoln pulled back hearing his name and moved his hands up to his brother's shoulders, "Sorry..."
"No...I...what were you doing?"
"Nothing, just trying to cheer you up," he licked his lips, how tempting it was to push Michael into the mattress, he was still young enough that Lincoln could pin him easily.
Michael licked his own lips, "What?"
The broad hand ran over Michael's body again. Lincoln cursed himself at the rise he was getting out of the flawless flesh and the seductive curve of Michael's hips. Likewise, Michael leaned into the stroke of Lincoln's hand; it was strangely alluring.
"I just.." Michael struggled to speak. He shivered once again, but this shiver was different. It didn't start at the base of the spine and shoot ice up his back, no, it started from Linc's hand and careened down the front of Michael's stomach, leaving warmth everywhere. The heat moved lower, and lower still.
"Michael."
"Huh?"
"Is this...okay?"
Michael blushed, suddenly realizing where his brother's hand was, and suddenly realizing the hard resistance his own organ was giving it.
"Do you want me to stop?" Lincoln ran his thumb over his brother's groin, fingers tantalizing the inner skin of Michael's thigh that the boxers just barely hid.
The heat ran over Michael's body again. His lips pressed tentatively into Lincoln's neck, nose in the sweet, intoxicating smell. "No."
But it was the 'no' that stopped him. Lincoln's eyes caught a glimpse of his baby brother's face as the lightening flashed again. It wasn't the face of a scared little boy; it was the face of a teenager with the same, desirous _expression as the girl Lincoln had first slept with. Michael was ready, and wanting, for anything Lincoln would give him.
Lincoln's fingers danced over his brother's stomach, "I know just how to cheer you up, then." The words felt rough in his mouth; Lincoln had said them to so many girls, but this was Michael. Michael deserved a better come-on, but Lincoln just didn't have one.
"Ar...are you sure you want to?" Michael stuttered, feeling as seduced by the clumsy words as if he was the girl Lincoln knew he wasn't.
All the reply that Michael received was a gentle smirk from Lincoln. His hand ran down Michael's stomach, feeling the bulge at the end of the journey. He was sure.
Lincoln's kisses started again and layered Michael's body from his head to the curve of his hips. Hands were hastily pulling down the boxers, freeing the erection from the pressure of the fabric. Ever the painful tease, Lincoln halted, if for no reason other than to see the disappointed _expression on his brother's face.
His voice was almost velvet as it poured into his brother's ear, hand wrapped around the young erection, "You ever had anybody suck your cock before, Mikey?"
"N-no," Michael could have melted right at the words; he'd never heard Lincoln talk dirty before. The nervousness left him, and suddenly the overly-charming tone in Lincoln's voice was like silk against his skin.
The end of Lincoln's smile curled devilishly and with in moments the organ was surrounded with the heat of his mouth. Michael pressed back into the mattress with a shocked gasp. He'd run his hands over his own erection before, felt the wondrous release that came, but the heat of an expert mouth and rippling tongue was more than Michael had imagined.
Hearing the sounds, Lincoln eagerly displayed all the tricks he'd received. He bobbed his head along the juvenile member, undulating his tongue across the underside as a moan escaped from Michael's quivering lips. The tongue continued, flicking the delicate skin over the tip as Lincoln felt his brother's pulse through the flesh.
Michael wrapped his hands over the back of Lincoln's head to urge him forward. He craved more, even though all of it was more than he'd ever known. He'd pretended, he'd imagined the feeling of the moist skin on his, but this sensation was unlike anything he'd ever dreamt. His hips popped up reflexively and Lincoln patiently pushed them into the mattress.
The longer it lasted the hotter the blood was that coursed through their veins, connecting them in the passion. Lincoln leaned forward, opening his throat and engulfing the whole of the adolescent cock. In a spasm of chaotic pleasure, Michael released, climaxing as the tingling pleasure surged over his body, replacing what Lincoln swallowed.
They laid together silently, for how long, neither of them was certain. They were breathless; Lincoln slid up to hold his baby brother in his arms and pull him into a hug. Michael's eyes were closed and his body limp as though he'd been sleeping instead of soaring. Slowly, a shaky hand moved towards Lincoln's waist.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to pay you back," Michael's voice slurred, but his tone was earnest.
Lincoln couldn't resist a smile, "Not tonight...later. I'm too tired for now..." There was a moment, a pause as he took a deep breath of the smell of rain from the crack under the front door. "Listen...hear that?"
Michael frowned, already slipping into a sleep, "No?"
"The storm is over, you don't have to be upset anymore," Lincoln caressed the soft, infant hair on Michael's head. "You can go to sleep now."
"Lincoln?"
"Yeah, Mikey?"
"Promise me you won't ever go away."
Lincoln smiled, but there was something under it, "I promise."
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