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Title: Next Time Won't You Sing With Me
Author: Elissa
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash/Incest
Pairing: Michael/Lincoln
Prompt: Letter
Author's Notes: This drabble is brought to you by the letter F!
"A, B, C, D, E..."
"What on Earth are you doing?" Lincoln asked, walking his fingers up the back of Michael's neck.
"I'm tracing the alphabet."
"On my stomach. With your tongue."
"F, G, H, I, J, K, L..." Michael moved lower with every letter, "M, N, O, P, Q, R..." By "S", he was down around Lincoln's hip. "T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z."
"Now you know your A, B, C's..."
"I saw in a movie once that tracing the alphabet on a girl's...you know...is a fool proof method for giving good head."
"Oh yeah? Well, if you saw it in a movie, it must be true."
"Shut up."
"Besides, even if it is true, I'm sure the rule doesn't apply to blowjobs."
"What about humming? I hear humming is good..." He lingered just above Lincoln's erection, his breath hot, his fingers wandering.
"Mmm, yeah, humming is good." Lincoln grinned and ran his hand over Michael's head as he set to work.
"Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm..."
"Dammit, Michael! Are you humming the Alphabet Song?"
Author: Elissa
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash/Incest
Pairing: Michael/Lincoln
Prompt: Letter
Author's Notes: This drabble is brought to you by the letter F!
"A, B, C, D, E..."
"What on Earth are you doing?" Lincoln asked, walking his fingers up the back of Michael's neck.
"I'm tracing the alphabet."
"On my stomach. With your tongue."
"F, G, H, I, J, K, L..." Michael moved lower with every letter, "M, N, O, P, Q, R..." By "S", he was down around Lincoln's hip. "T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z."
"Now you know your A, B, C's..."
"I saw in a movie once that tracing the alphabet on a girl's...you know...is a fool proof method for giving good head."
"Oh yeah? Well, if you saw it in a movie, it must be true."
"Shut up."
"Besides, even if it is true, I'm sure the rule doesn't apply to blowjobs."
"What about humming? I hear humming is good..." He lingered just above Lincoln's erection, his breath hot, his fingers wandering.
"Mmm, yeah, humming is good." Lincoln grinned and ran his hand over Michael's head as he set to work.
"Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm..."
"Dammit, Michael! Are you humming the Alphabet Song?"