" Together or not at all " ( THREE - a slash series )
Title: " Together or Not at All "
Author: Pamala
Series: We couldn't come up with anything fancy
so the darn series is named, less than imaginatively, "THREE"
Category: Slash
Characters: Lincoln, Kellerman and Michael
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I know they're not mine. I'm old and tired so, PTB,
please don't slap me around for playing with your toys.
Summary: Michael is not willing to give his brother away... but will he be willing to share.
Authors notes: Looks like this is a full fledged series. Starting with" The Upper Hand",
this story, with the more than able hand of foxriverinmate, goes on and on.
To make things easier the whole story, in order, is all right here on this page
Lincoln, Kellerman and Michael all cozy for my enjoyment
I never said a word.
Linc distracted by Paul, making a show -- naked as the day he was born -- of making his way to the shower, I turned away from them both wiping my face with take out napkins left laying on the table nearby never saying a single word about what happened between the two of us to my older brother who would have choked the life out of the man for even getting near me.
I had no intention of ever saying a word about it to anyone but that plan fell through quickly after two days of Linc and Paul arguing continually about why we were all still sitting there spinning our collective wheels in the middle of nowhere.
It went on and on...
Linc would scream ' We need to move ... we need to do something! ' at Kellerman every few hours to which, in response, Kellerman would do nothing but glare at me from across the room.
.... all of it quickly becoming more than I could stand!
While I wasn't sure what it was, it was clear by the start of the third day that something had to be done.
Watching the two of them glaring at each other, Paul announcing yet another one of his -- frequent since he'd overheard the two of us together in the bathroom -- trips ' out for some fresh air ... better give you two some alone time ' out of the room I made my choice knowing in my heart what had to be done.
Pulling my brother to me, roughly into my arms ... moving slowly together down to the bed, my lips like fire on the cool skin of his neck as the full weight of his body comes, my legs parting to give him better access --desperate to feel him against me, to rest on top of me I lean in and tell him the well thought out half truths I need to hold onto to deal with what it is about happen.
" He keeps leaving so we can do this ... he heard us ... talked to me about it..."
Pulling his shirt up and over his head, my fingertip roaming over every inch of his chest before starting in fumbling with the fly on his pants, panting what breath I'm able to draw, I explain as best I can exactly WHY it is we are *going nowhere fast*.
" He's pissed about getting cut out and isn't gonna make a move until he's getting his share..."
" Fuck ... seriously? You got to be fucking kidding me, Michael...you mean to tell me all of this, stuck here for two God Damn days...that its all about the fact that that pencil necked whore isn't getting laid?"
Trapped, blissfully so -- but trapped just the same, under him as he manages to strip away my clothing effortlessly, hardly ever breaking the contact between our bodies as he does so, I shrink, pulling away in his arms just a little as he says exactly what I knew he would, ' He needs fucking ... I'll just fuck him! ', offering himself up without hesitation.
Wrapped up in each other, my legs wrapping themselves around his waist eager to feel him push deep inside, I lean up whisper my willingness to share against his eager lips.
" Not just you ... both of us, Linc. I'll share but I won't give you over to him ... we do it together or not at all."
His words ' Jesus, Michael ... are you serious? ' are met wordlessly with a firm nod and a deep needy kiss as I, my arms and legs working together, wrap myself around his body pulling him down to me arching up into him as he pushes achingly slow into my eager body.
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Adjusting to the feel of one another all over again, my head spinning from the feel of my brothers possessive mouth working persistently on the flesh of my shoulder and neck, both taking our time working to find the rhythm, the door opens slowly, an hour after he left just as I told him, leaving Paul -- the room so small he has nowhere else to be -- standing next to the bed looking down wantonly at the two of us.
Opening his mouth to speak, the smirk on his face making it clear a good half dozen smart ass comments are dancing around on the tip of his tongue trying to get free, I stop him before he starts by shifting -- Lincoln rising up giving me room to maneuver -- my body to the edge of the bed silencing him by making quick work of the fly on his pants as I speak.
" Don't speak... keep your mouth shut... This time..in this case, silence will get you everywhere Paulie... "
Before he can respond he is in my hand, his eyes closed tight, groaning a deep growl, words barely understandable --' You ready for it now, Scofield...', in the back of his throat as the tip of my tongue roams slowly over the head of his rapidly hardening cock.
" I was ready all along, Paul...."
Staring down and me, his hand finding its was to the base of my neck pushing himself deeper inside, he ups the antee by calling my bluff.
" Blow job's not gonna be enough for me, Kid! I want some of what your big brother has there, I'M NEXT... or we got no deal! "
Looking up at him, meeting his eye, shifting where I lay forcing my brother deeper inside, I answer silently by taking him, every inch that I can -- sucking hard and eager as I do -- into my mouth while teasingly nodding my full and willing agreement to his proposed arrangement.
Lying there between them, both of them moving slowly in and out of me at once, knowing I should be disgusted by what I'm doing I instead, moaning and begging for all I can get, find myself discovering -- loving every minute of it as I do -- the heady thrill of being just a warm body.
TBC....
It's all yours foxriverinmate. Hope its a set up you can work with. * wink wink *
Author: Pamala
Series: We couldn't come up with anything fancy
so the darn series is named, less than imaginatively, "THREE"
Category: Slash
Characters: Lincoln, Kellerman and Michael
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I know they're not mine. I'm old and tired so, PTB,
please don't slap me around for playing with your toys.
Summary: Michael is not willing to give his brother away... but will he be willing to share.
Authors notes: Looks like this is a full fledged series. Starting with" The Upper Hand",
this story, with the more than able hand of foxriverinmate, goes on and on.
To make things easier the whole story, in order, is all right here on this page
Lincoln, Kellerman and Michael all cozy for my enjoyment
I never said a word.
Linc distracted by Paul, making a show -- naked as the day he was born -- of making his way to the shower, I turned away from them both wiping my face with take out napkins left laying on the table nearby never saying a single word about what happened between the two of us to my older brother who would have choked the life out of the man for even getting near me.
I had no intention of ever saying a word about it to anyone but that plan fell through quickly after two days of Linc and Paul arguing continually about why we were all still sitting there spinning our collective wheels in the middle of nowhere.
It went on and on...
Linc would scream ' We need to move ... we need to do something! ' at Kellerman every few hours to which, in response, Kellerman would do nothing but glare at me from across the room.
.... all of it quickly becoming more than I could stand!
While I wasn't sure what it was, it was clear by the start of the third day that something had to be done.
Watching the two of them glaring at each other, Paul announcing yet another one of his -- frequent since he'd overheard the two of us together in the bathroom -- trips ' out for some fresh air ... better give you two some alone time ' out of the room I made my choice knowing in my heart what had to be done.
Pulling my brother to me, roughly into my arms ... moving slowly together down to the bed, my lips like fire on the cool skin of his neck as the full weight of his body comes, my legs parting to give him better access --desperate to feel him against me, to rest on top of me I lean in and tell him the well thought out half truths I need to hold onto to deal with what it is about happen.
" He keeps leaving so we can do this ... he heard us ... talked to me about it..."
Pulling his shirt up and over his head, my fingertip roaming over every inch of his chest before starting in fumbling with the fly on his pants, panting what breath I'm able to draw, I explain as best I can exactly WHY it is we are *going nowhere fast*.
" He's pissed about getting cut out and isn't gonna make a move until he's getting his share..."
" Fuck ... seriously? You got to be fucking kidding me, Michael...you mean to tell me all of this, stuck here for two God Damn days...that its all about the fact that that pencil necked whore isn't getting laid?"
Trapped, blissfully so -- but trapped just the same, under him as he manages to strip away my clothing effortlessly, hardly ever breaking the contact between our bodies as he does so, I shrink, pulling away in his arms just a little as he says exactly what I knew he would, ' He needs fucking ... I'll just fuck him! ', offering himself up without hesitation.
Wrapped up in each other, my legs wrapping themselves around his waist eager to feel him push deep inside, I lean up whisper my willingness to share against his eager lips.
" Not just you ... both of us, Linc. I'll share but I won't give you over to him ... we do it together or not at all."
His words ' Jesus, Michael ... are you serious? ' are met wordlessly with a firm nod and a deep needy kiss as I, my arms and legs working together, wrap myself around his body pulling him down to me arching up into him as he pushes achingly slow into my eager body.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Adjusting to the feel of one another all over again, my head spinning from the feel of my brothers possessive mouth working persistently on the flesh of my shoulder and neck, both taking our time working to find the rhythm, the door opens slowly, an hour after he left just as I told him, leaving Paul -- the room so small he has nowhere else to be -- standing next to the bed looking down wantonly at the two of us.
Opening his mouth to speak, the smirk on his face making it clear a good half dozen smart ass comments are dancing around on the tip of his tongue trying to get free, I stop him before he starts by shifting -- Lincoln rising up giving me room to maneuver -- my body to the edge of the bed silencing him by making quick work of the fly on his pants as I speak.
" Don't speak... keep your mouth shut... This time..in this case, silence will get you everywhere Paulie... "
Before he can respond he is in my hand, his eyes closed tight, groaning a deep growl, words barely understandable --' You ready for it now, Scofield...', in the back of his throat as the tip of my tongue roams slowly over the head of his rapidly hardening cock.
" I was ready all along, Paul...."
Staring down and me, his hand finding its was to the base of my neck pushing himself deeper inside, he ups the antee by calling my bluff.
" Blow job's not gonna be enough for me, Kid! I want some of what your big brother has there, I'M NEXT... or we got no deal! "
Looking up at him, meeting his eye, shifting where I lay forcing my brother deeper inside, I answer silently by taking him, every inch that I can -- sucking hard and eager as I do -- into my mouth while teasingly nodding my full and willing agreement to his proposed arrangement.
Lying there between them, both of them moving slowly in and out of me at once, knowing I should be disgusted by what I'm doing I instead, moaning and begging for all I can get, find myself discovering -- loving every minute of it as I do -- the heady thrill of being just a warm body.
TBC....
It's all yours foxriverinmate. Hope its a set up you can work with. * wink wink *