Christmas Ficlet!
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYOOOONE!
And... I have a treat to post! I didn't comment in the request thread as I wasn't sure I'd have time to do a gift for anyone, but luckily my muse gave me a nudge at just the right time with a naughty little ficlet idea. This one is for foxriverinmate, for being such a great friend to me this year, and an ever enthusiastic fangirl! Thank you Maz!
Title: Santa Baby
Author: Filthy Bunny
Pairing: Michael/Linc
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~700
Warnings: Sibling incest
Summary: Pre-series. It's Christmas Eve, and a tipsy Michael is distracting Lincoln from his fatherly duties. Inspired by foxriverinmate's wonderful Santa!Linc userpic. ;)
Santa Baby
“Don’t take it off,” a voice said from the doorway of the bedroom. “Not yet.”
Lincoln turned to see Michael leaning against the doorframe. His cheeks were flushed from a little too much eggnog, and he was watching Linc with an expression that was part amusement and part mischief. Linc knew exactly what that look meant.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said.
“Nope.”
“Michael, you have some pretty weird fetishes, and I’m usually happy to indulge them,” Linc said, his voice lowered so the visitors in the living room wouldn’t hear. “But I draw the line at fucking you while I’m dressed as Santa Claus.”
It was Christmas Eve, and Lisa and her mom had brought LJ round to the apartment to have dinner with his dad and uncle. When ‘Santa’ had made a surprise appearance after the meal, the little three-year-old’s eyes had grown as big as saucers, especially when he saw the bundle of gifts his red-suited visitor was carrying. Michael had struggled to keep a straight face throughout the whole performance. At one point he had to disguise his laughter as a coughing fit when Linc was putting on his jolliest Santa voice. Lincoln knew his smartass brother was going to give him grief about this for the foreseeable future, but it had been worth it to see that look on his son’s face.
Now Michael grinned and stepped closer to him. “But you haven’t heard what I want for Christmas yet,” he said. He reached up and took hold of the cheap fake beard that was hanging on elastic around his brother’s neck, and slid it back into position on his face.
“You’re seriously messed up,” Lincoln grumbled behind the white fluff, but nevertheless his arm went around Michael’s waist to pull him closer.
Michael leaned in and whispered in Lincoln’s ear. Linc gripped him tightly and breathed in his smell as he spoke. Damn, Michael had a way with words. The images he conjured up all too easily in Linc’s mind, combined with the purr of his voice and the way his breath tickled his Linc’s ear made even the baggy Santa suit seem too tight around Lincoln’s hardening cock.
Michael pulled away and looked Lincoln in the eye. His pupils were dilated and his lips parted all too invitingly.
“There’s just one problem,” Linc told him. “You’re on my naughty list.”
“But I’ve been a good boy,” Michael protested. “I’m top of my class at college. And I’m always nice to my big brother,” he added with a coy smile.
“Oh, but I’ve been keeping a close eye on you all year,” Linc replied. “And I’ve see all the bad, bad things you do in private.”
Michael sighed. “So I guess I’ll just be getting a lump of coal.”
Linc shook his head. “Oh, no. Boys as naughty as you don’t get coal.”
“We don’t?”
“No.” Linc lowered his voice to the deep growl he knew set Michael’s pulse racing. “You get the handcuffs.” He slid his hand down onto Michael’s ass and squeezed. “And a good, hard spanking.”
He saw his brother’s eyelashes flutter as the two of them simultaneously imagined Michael, stripped naked and bound, bent over Lincoln’s knee and writhing in pleasure and pain. The feel of Michael’s erection pressing hard against his hip was too much temptation. Lincoln yanked the beard down off his face and kissed Michael, thrusting his tongue between the moist, parted lips and swallowing up the happy moan that arose from Michael’s throat.
After a moment Linc groaned and tore himself away. Michael was far too good at getting him worked up at the most inopportune moments. Now he would somehow have to hide a raging hard-on and keep his mind out of the gutter on his return to the living room.
“Come on, I need to get changed.” He steered Michael back towards the door and gave him a gentle shove. “In case you’d forgotten, we still have guests to entertain.”
Michael glanced back at him playfully. “I guess that gives me time to think up some more entertainments for you,” he said before disappearing into the corridor.
“Like I said,” Linc muttered to himself. “Naughty list.”
And... I have a treat to post! I didn't comment in the request thread as I wasn't sure I'd have time to do a gift for anyone, but luckily my muse gave me a nudge at just the right time with a naughty little ficlet idea. This one is for foxriverinmate, for being such a great friend to me this year, and an ever enthusiastic fangirl! Thank you Maz!
Title: Santa Baby
Author: Filthy Bunny
Pairing: Michael/Linc
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~700
Warnings: Sibling incest
Summary: Pre-series. It's Christmas Eve, and a tipsy Michael is distracting Lincoln from his fatherly duties. Inspired by foxriverinmate's wonderful Santa!Linc userpic. ;)
Santa Baby
“Don’t take it off,” a voice said from the doorway of the bedroom. “Not yet.”
Lincoln turned to see Michael leaning against the doorframe. His cheeks were flushed from a little too much eggnog, and he was watching Linc with an expression that was part amusement and part mischief. Linc knew exactly what that look meant.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said.
“Nope.”
“Michael, you have some pretty weird fetishes, and I’m usually happy to indulge them,” Linc said, his voice lowered so the visitors in the living room wouldn’t hear. “But I draw the line at fucking you while I’m dressed as Santa Claus.”
It was Christmas Eve, and Lisa and her mom had brought LJ round to the apartment to have dinner with his dad and uncle. When ‘Santa’ had made a surprise appearance after the meal, the little three-year-old’s eyes had grown as big as saucers, especially when he saw the bundle of gifts his red-suited visitor was carrying. Michael had struggled to keep a straight face throughout the whole performance. At one point he had to disguise his laughter as a coughing fit when Linc was putting on his jolliest Santa voice. Lincoln knew his smartass brother was going to give him grief about this for the foreseeable future, but it had been worth it to see that look on his son’s face.
Now Michael grinned and stepped closer to him. “But you haven’t heard what I want for Christmas yet,” he said. He reached up and took hold of the cheap fake beard that was hanging on elastic around his brother’s neck, and slid it back into position on his face.
“You’re seriously messed up,” Lincoln grumbled behind the white fluff, but nevertheless his arm went around Michael’s waist to pull him closer.
Michael leaned in and whispered in Lincoln’s ear. Linc gripped him tightly and breathed in his smell as he spoke. Damn, Michael had a way with words. The images he conjured up all too easily in Linc’s mind, combined with the purr of his voice and the way his breath tickled his Linc’s ear made even the baggy Santa suit seem too tight around Lincoln’s hardening cock.
Michael pulled away and looked Lincoln in the eye. His pupils were dilated and his lips parted all too invitingly.
“There’s just one problem,” Linc told him. “You’re on my naughty list.”
“But I’ve been a good boy,” Michael protested. “I’m top of my class at college. And I’m always nice to my big brother,” he added with a coy smile.
“Oh, but I’ve been keeping a close eye on you all year,” Linc replied. “And I’ve see all the bad, bad things you do in private.”
Michael sighed. “So I guess I’ll just be getting a lump of coal.”
Linc shook his head. “Oh, no. Boys as naughty as you don’t get coal.”
“We don’t?”
“No.” Linc lowered his voice to the deep growl he knew set Michael’s pulse racing. “You get the handcuffs.” He slid his hand down onto Michael’s ass and squeezed. “And a good, hard spanking.”
He saw his brother’s eyelashes flutter as the two of them simultaneously imagined Michael, stripped naked and bound, bent over Lincoln’s knee and writhing in pleasure and pain. The feel of Michael’s erection pressing hard against his hip was too much temptation. Lincoln yanked the beard down off his face and kissed Michael, thrusting his tongue between the moist, parted lips and swallowing up the happy moan that arose from Michael’s throat.
After a moment Linc groaned and tore himself away. Michael was far too good at getting him worked up at the most inopportune moments. Now he would somehow have to hide a raging hard-on and keep his mind out of the gutter on his return to the living room.
“Come on, I need to get changed.” He steered Michael back towards the door and gave him a gentle shove. “In case you’d forgotten, we still have guests to entertain.”
Michael glanced back at him playfully. “I guess that gives me time to think up some more entertainments for you,” he said before disappearing into the corridor.
“Like I said,” Linc muttered to himself. “Naughty list.”