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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Prison_Break
  Relationship:
      Lincoln_"LJ"_Burrows/Various
  Character:
      Lincoln_"LJ"_Burrows_Jr, Theodore_"T-Bag"_Bagwell, John_Abruzzi, Fernando
      Sucre, Michael_Scofield, Lincoln_Burrows
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, First_Time
  Series:
      Part 5 of Striptease_II
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-12-27 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 7169
****** New Friends ******
by froggy_(therealfroggy)
Summary
     LJ wants to know what he's been missing out on, and decides to take
     matters into his own hands and get his share of the action.
Notes
     Pairings contained herein (with graphic sex for each pairing):
     LJ/T-Bag
     LJ/Sucre
     LJ/Abruzzi
     LJ/Michael
     LJ/Lincoln.
     Do not read if any of this offends you. When I originally posted the
     story at prisonbreakfic.net, I had no angry messages, but that was a
     different crowd. Read responsibly :)
***** Exploring some inclinations *****
“Oh God, Lincoln,” Michael moaned, writhing against the older man. “Lincoln, I
love you.”
“You love this too,” Lincoln whispered playfully, “feeling my cock inside you.”
Michael's breath hitched in his throat as Lincoln bit gently at his nipple,
pulling his little brother closer to him. Michael was sitting in his lap,
facing him, his legs curled around Lincoln's waist; and it felt like a
wonderful deja vu. Thrusting deeply into the beautiful man in his arms, Lincoln
dipped his head to kiss the pale skin of Michael's chest again.
“Harder, Lincoln,” Michael panted, his whole body shivering as Lincoln bucked
underneath him. Lincoln groaned with want and complied with his brother's wish.
“I'm gonna come, Michael,” Lincoln moaned in his brother's ear, pressing their
sweat-slickened bodies even closer.
“Lincoln!”
“Dad!”
“Yeah, LJ, I'm here. I'm here. Bad dream?”
LJ didn't answer. Oh shit. In his mind, he and Michael had called out
simultaneously for Lincoln; his treacherous body somehow including itself in
the situation he'd been witness to only a day ago.
Somehow, yeah right. I'm such a pervert.
“Yeah,” LJ lied, “bad dream.”
“I had them all the time, right after we got out,” Lincoln said, his voice soft
and calm. Had LJ not just re-witnessed that incredibly erotic sight in his
mind, his father's voice would have been incredibly soothing.
As it was, it was incredibly embarrassing.
“They stop after a while. I think. We're safe here, kid,” Lincoln continued,
smiling at his son in the dark. Michael was sleeping behind LJ, his even
breathing another reminder to the soon-to-be sixteen year-old of the things he
knew he should not be thinking about.
LJ nodded at his father, then rolled onto his stomach and closed his eyes
tightly. The forest. Yesterday in the forest. He had been wandering around, not
really doing anything, when he'd heard the same kind of noises he'd heard the
day he found T-Bag and Abruzzi.
He had assumed it was the same two men. Feeling less guilty than he should, LJ
had again crept towards the source of the sounds, not sure of whether to feel
eager or ashamed.
The men he found on the forest floor, were not Abruzzi and T-Bag. They were not
a mobster and a murderer, giving and taking without mercy or gentleness. They
were his father and his uncle, entwined in the most intimate position LJ had
ever seen any two people in. Making love.
The image was not exactly soothing. LJ had never seen anything as erotic; it
was so different from the other men's rough passion he did not even want to
compare them. His father had held Michael with affection and love and warmth,
and the younger brother had let himself be possessed in every way imaginable.
His mind was screaming words at LJ when he thought about it; words like
tenderness and heat and wrong and want.
LJ wanted it all.
Whatever it was his father and uncle shared, LJ wanted it. The looks on their
faces, the sounds they were making, the feelings they brought out in each other
– LJ was burning with curiosity and he knew Michael and Lincoln could show him
all the answers.
And now there he lay, desperately turned on by the vivid recollection of what
he'd seen, and only inches from the very reasons for his discomfort.
As soon as he was pretty sure his father was asleep again, LJ silently crawled
out of the tent. He headed over to the nearest cluster of trees, making sure to
tread carefully. The last thing he needed was for someone to wake up and wonder
why he was going for a stroll in the middle of the night.
Leaning back against a tree, LJ bit his lip and quickly untied his pyjama
bottoms. Choking back the moans he knew he made when he usually did this, he
hesitantly gripped his cock and started stroking himself. Screw it all; if he
didn't fix this then he was going to come right there in his sleeping bag,
right next to his father and uncle.
“Oh shit,” he whispered as the image of his father and uncle again flashed
through his mind; their moans still clouding his head.
“I didn't know you were such a bad boy.”
LJ jumped, letting go of his aching erection as if burned. That hissing voice,
accompanied by hot breath against his earlobe. T-Bag.
“What the -”
“Sneakin' away from your bed to engage in such, uh, un-Christian activities.
Didn't your momma ever tell you, you'll lose that pretty eyesight o' yours if
you can't keep your hands outta your shorts?” the murderer said softly, licking
his lips blatantly.
LJ swallowed hard. “What do you want?”
“What do I want?” T-Bag repeated, placing a hand on LJ's wrist just as he was
reaching for his pants to redress himself. “I want a lot o' things, but for
now, I think a lil' bit o' this...” He guided LJ's hand down to lightly touch
himself, “... will do just fine.”
“Wha... What?” LJ didn't find his tongue very cooperative; his mind seemed to
have taken a tiny leave of absence, too.
“You heard me,” T-Bag said, before reaching down to tug the pyjama bottoms even
lower. The Alabamian sank slowly to his knees, leaning on LJ's hips and pushing
him even closer to the tree.
Suddenly things snapped into gear again.
“Hey, get off, man! I don't want this from you!” LJ tried, his voice wavering.
“Oh shush boi; you really think I'm askin' for your permission? Now be a good
boy an' let Teddy have a taste,” T-Bag drawled, tightening long fingers around
LJ's hip bones.
LJ's heart was thundering away in his chest, blood pounding in his ears. If he
screamed, his father would be there in a heartbeat. His father, his uncle, the
whole fucking camp. Why couldn't he just scream?
“Now, I promise, you're gonna like this,” T-Bag said, looking up at LJ with a
devilish grin. LJ closed his eyes tight, his body tense.
When T-Bag's mouth was suddenly at the tip of his cock, his eyes sprang open.
Oh God! That tongue was already playing around the head, the lips sinking
slowly, oh so slowly, downwards. Hot, wet, sucking, clamping; making LJ's head
spin and his heart stop.
“Oh,” he gulped, clutching the tree behind him with both hands as he felt the
ridge of the murderer's teeth slide along his skin.
Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh God. LJ couldn't breathe; he'd never felt anything as
intense as this. He tried to hold back, tried to calm himself, tried to stop;
but he was drowning in the demanding heat of T-Bag's mouth.
“God!”
Choking on that single word, LJ came in T-Bag's mouth, pulsing and thrusting
and burning.
“Ain't nobody ever called me God before,” the murderer smirked, licking his
lips. Placing little nips around LJ's hip bones, he slowly got to his feet
before leaning over LJ to hiss in his ear, “But I'm guessin' you never had
anythin' to compare with, so you're excused.”
Then he turned around and headed back towards camp, throwing one last blow over
his shoulder: “As I said earlier, just come an' find me whenever ya feel like
it.”
LJ sank to the forest floor, barely tugging his pyjama bottoms up around his
hips. Did that just happen?
Drawing a shaking breath, he leaned back against the tree trunk. He could have
screamed. Maybe he should have. Yeah right, idiot. As if you wouldn't have
fucked his mouth if he'd tried to stop. God, I'm such a perv.
LJ got up again. Padding slowly back to his tent, he silently thanked T-Bag for
swallowing. There would have been too many questions otherwise.
***** Deja vu, Fernando? *****
Papi!
Sucre blushed a deep crimson. He could still hear himself; calling out
Michael's nickname like a begging chick. Coño! He should have left camp long
before his dignity disappeared down Michael's throat along with his...
But his embarrassment did not change the fact that he was still jerking off to
the memory of it. He missed Maricruz and he thought about her all the time, but
there was no denying it: Michael's lips around him, Lincoln's grip on Michael's
hips, the three of them at the water's edge – it was the best sex he'd ever
had, strictly physically speaking.
Licking his lips guiltily, Sucre leaned back on his elbow in the dry grass and
pushed his shorts down below his hips. Eyes closed, his head filled with images
of Maricruz as he started stroking himself.
“You, er, you need a hand with that?”
Sucre sat bolt upright. That was not Michael's voice.
“What the hell, kid?” he said angrily, trying to yank his boxer shorts back up.
LJ, standing a few yards away, blushed.
“I... I wanna try it. Giving head, I mean. And since you, you know, the other,
uh, guys...” He trailed off, looking mortified but still intrigued.
“The other guys?” Sucre repeated, as shocked as he was embarrassed. “I'm not
like them. I'm not gay.”
“So?” LJ said, stepping closer with a determined look on his face. “You don't
have to be. I'd be the... the faggot.”
Sucre flinched. Did the kid know? Did he know all the details about that night
on the beach, or had he just coincidentally copied his uncle's... persuasion
techniques?
“LJ,” Sucre warned, “I'm not gay but if you keep pushing it, I'll do something
stupid. Comprende?”
The boy smiled. “Good.” Then he swiftly dropped to his knees by the Puerto
Rican's thighs, reaching for the older man's boxer shorts.
Sucre groaned, fighting the urge to push the boy's head down towards his groin.
“I probably suck at this,” LJ said with a nervous laugh. “But practice makes
perfect, right?”
Sucre was about to protest when LJ closed a hand around him, tentatively
feeling the size of the man on his back in the grass. Trying to steady his
breathing, he closed his eyes and leaned back. The feeling of deja vu was
overwhelming; the boy was a second Michael.
Okay. Here we go. LJ took a discrete breath and dipped his head towards the
older man's groin. Uncertain of how to proceed, he decided to copy what he
remembered from T-Bag's mouth last night and opened his mouth, placing his lips
around the head of Sucre's cock. Then he slowly slid a little bit more into his
mouth, feeling hot flesh push over his tongue. Focusing on the size and taste
of the man in his mouth, LJ moved his head further down, trying to take Sucre
all in.
“Kid,” Sucre panted, “you sure – oh shit, you're sure!”
As soon as the man started talking, LJ hollowed his cheeks and sucked harshly.
He could hear the hesitation in the Puerto Rican's voice and he was not about
to miss out on this opportunity just because his uncle's cellie decided to get
all moralistic on him. Deciding this was definitely not the time to try his
first deep-throating, LJ concentrated on the head and underside of the
throbbing cock in his mouth, sucking and tonguing clumsily.
Sucre grasped the grass beside him and groaned. There were aeons between LJ and
Michael where skill was concerned, but the wetness, the heat and the
determination of LJ's mouth was enough to set his mind reeling. With a hissed,
“Dios!” he gave in and released into LJ's mouth, arching forwards in desperate
need of more.
When the hot, salty liquid hit his tongue, LJ's first response was to pull
back. He'd never swallowed before; he always backed off and finished it with
his hand. But the man underneath him was writhing and panting, emitting the
most incredible groans. LJ continued sucking, swallowing as best he could. A
few drops trickled down his chin.
“LJ,” Sucre panted when the boy finally let him go, “I'm... I mean, you...” He
trailed off. He'd meant to say sorry; to apologize for something; but LJ was
looking at him, wide-eyed and anticipating, Sucre's come still running down
from the corner of his mouth.
Sucre didn't have the words to describe what that sight did to him.
“How... How was it?” LJ finally asked, blushing a little. He hadn't counted on
the “afterwards” being to embarrassing.
Finally getting his wits together, Sucre almost managed a smile. “Good. It was
good. ... You're freaking messed up, you know that?”
LJ smiled back, biting his lip. “Think I can blame it on my genes?”
***** The making of a slut *****
“You coming for a swim, kid?” Abruzzi wiped the water out of his eyes and
looked at the boy standing on the beach. “Or did you come all the way out here
to stare at the horizon?”
Slowly, the boy kicked off his shoes, then reached for the hem of his shirt.
Abruzzi made no effort to be discrete as he openly watched LJ undress. The boy
had those pretty Scofield/Burrows eyes, his facial features like his uncle's
but with the naïvety of his age. Abruzzi smiled slightly. A pretty boy if there
ever was one.
Naked and clearly self-conscious, LJ waded into the water, stepping carefully
despite the perfect sand underneath his feet. Abruzzi remained where he was,
watching him.
“What?” LJ said, hesitant under the mobster's obvious gaze.
“I was just thinking what a pretty boy you are,” Abruzzi answered, completely
unabashed.
LJ gave a start. “What?”
“And I was thinking, surely Theodore hasn't been hanging around here, seeing
you every day, without having a go.”
LJ's blush vigorously confirmed the mobster's words. “I didn't... he...”
“He sucked you off,” Abruzzi guessed, knowing Theodore's inclinations. LJ bit
his lip, then nodded. Abruzzi took a few steps towards the boy.
“It was fucking hot, wasn't it?” he said, moving closer still to LJ. “The best
blowjob you've ever had.”
LJ was visibly squirming. “I don't... It's not like I've -”
“Shh.” Abruzzi stroke a finger down the boy's cheek. “Such a pretty boy. You
think Theodore showed you the good part, LJ? There are things so much better.
You want me to show you?”
LJ bit down hard on his lip again. He wanted to. God, he did. But he wasn't
sure if he trusted Abruzzi to be... understanding.
“Relax, no one needs to know,” Abruzzi rumbled in LJ's ear before placing a hot
kiss just below his jawline.
LJ was sure the sound he made could be categorized as a moan.
“That's right,” Abruzzi breathed, placing a hand on LJ's neck, stroking the
skin. “You want to try everything, don't you?”
LJ nodded silently, looking up at the man before him through his lashes. John
Abruzzi was tall, broad shouldered, rugged, demanding. Everything that made a
real, physical man. God, he was attractive.
“This is the really good part,” Abruzzi said, slowly running his hand down LJ's
side until it was resting on his hip. He slipped that hand around LJ, coarse
skin sending jolts of nervous anticipation through LJ.
“Oh shit,” LJ breathed as large fingers started tracing the curve of his
backside. Abruzzi dipped his head low to kiss the boy's collar bone wetly, and
LJ instinctively tilted his head back, giving the older man full access.
“That's right,” Abruzzi said against his skin, “you're doing it just... right.
Now let me hear how much you like this.”
LJ gave a whimper as the older man pushed them closer together and slid a
finger slowly over forbidden territory.
“I'm going to make this really good for you, kid,” Abruzzi said, voice deeper
than LJ could ever have thought possible. “But you need to relax. Don't tense
up.”
LJ nodded, gasping for breath as one big hand curled around his erection, the
other still teasing tight muscle. Abruzzi smirked, then started moving both
hands distractingly synchronized.
“Oh God,” LJ bit out as one finger pressed inside him. He'd never had anyone do
that and the feel of it, combined with the steady strokes on his cock, was just
too overwhelming.
“It gets better,” Abruzzi groaned, the reaction of the boy incredibly erotic to
him. “It gets so much better.”
LJ's head was spinning; his whole body was tingling and every inch of it was
humming Abruzzi's name. That finger was heaven; he was so close to coming right
there before they'd even begun anything for Abruzzi.
“Gonna... Can't...” LJ began. And then Abruzzi added a second finger to the
first.
LJ cried out, he didn't know if it was pleasure or despair or need. The two
digits were thrusting slowly, sliding and touching something that was so... Oh
God...
“More,” LJ moaned, and Abruzzi curled those fingers inside him, stroking firmly
with the other hand. LJ's mind collapsed; he fell apart and Abruzzi was holding
the pieces.
“Oh God, I'm -”
The sound Abruzzi made in his ear tipped LJ over the edge. A deep, rolling,
animalistic growl and he was coming, thrusting back against the warm hand
holding his mind; he was tumbling, gasping...
“I told you it was better,” Abruzzi hissed in his ear, slowly pulling that hand
back. LJ shuddered.
“Can we... maybe... do this again... sometime?” LJ finally asked breathlessly.
He knew he was blushing, didn't quite know where to look or what to do with his
hands.
“You just come find me, kid,” Abruzzi said, smirking. “Or Theodore.” Then he
turned around and left, LJ staring after a broad back.
For a moment, images of fingernails raking down that back flashed through LJ,
arousal trailing behind them. But his body disagreed. He felt so completely
drained.
“Maybe I will,” he said to no one in particular. “If I don't find someone else
first.”
The word ´slut` occurred to him, but it only made him laugh before he walked
back to the beach line, looking for his shorts.
***** Time for talk *****
Michael gave a sigh. This was getting tiresome.
“LJ.”
His nephew gave a start and looked the other way. “Yeah?”
“Anything you want to say?”
LJ's blush got slightly redder. “No. Why?”
“Because you've been staring at me for the last ten minutes with a blush
sticking to your face like glue,” Michael smirked.
Aforementioned blush deepened until LJ's cheeks bloomed a deep crimson. He
looked anywhere but at Michael. “Was it that obvious?”
Michael laughed. “Yes. Now are you going to tell me what it is?”
LJ bit his lip. “I don't think so. It's not... It's stupid.”
Michael got up from where he was sun bathing on his blanket. He stretched
slowly before moving to sit down next to LJ on an old log.
“You've had a run-in with one of the other guys,” Michael said. “Well... of the
good sort.”
LJ's head snapped up. “Did they -”
“They didn't tell me anything,” Michael said, laughing. “You're bisexual, 16,
in a camp with four attractive men... I'd be surprised if you hadn't at least
jerked off to one of them.”
LJ covered his face with his hands. “I'm so royally messed up,” he said.
“They're too old for me, they're lovers, one of them isn't even interested in
men...” He tailed off, looking timidly up at Michael. “And there are six, not
four.”
Michael didn't answer. He didn't know how to tell LJ that they were all equally
messed up, didn't know how to tell him that it was okay to feel that way about
your own family; because technically, it wasn't.
“You know about me and Lincoln?” Michael asked.
LJ nodded. “I want to... I want that. Whatever it is. What you and my dad
share.”
“It changes... things,” Michael said. “I'm not sure it's a good idea at your
age.”
LJ shook his head. “I've already done... things with T-Bag, Abruzzi and Sucre.
How much worse can it get?”
Michael grinned. “True. And I'm hardly one to talk. I just want you to be
careful so you don't do anything rash.”
LJ sat for a moment in silence, then glanced up at Michael. Placing a hesitant
hand behind Michael's neck, he pulled the older man's head down towards his
own. Michael offered no resistance as the boy slowly pressed their lips
together.
LJ's hand slipped lower as Michael opened his mouth under LJ's clumsy lips.
Stroking the skin of Michael's pale chest, LJ tried to move closer to the other
man.
“LJ,” Michael said softly, breaking off, “you're sure?”
LJ nodded and laid a hand on Michael's shorts tryingly. Michael exhaled slowly
under the sensations of fumbling fingers as they started loosening the ties of
his shorts.
“Have you... been with a guy before? I mean, really...”
“Fucked someone?” LJ said, grinning nervously. “No. Just blow jobs.”
Michael got up, pulling LJ with him by the hand. “Well, come on, then. There's
a first for everything.”
His uncle's smile made LJ's breath hitch and he had no choice but to follow the
older man over to the blanket on the ground, watching Michael drop his shorts
on the way.
“I – I don't know how,” LJ stuttered blushingly as Michael reached for the
boy's shorts.
“Doesn't matter,” Michael said, his hands so warm against LJ's skin. “I'll help
you out. Just take these off first.”
Slowly and less than gracefully, LJ pulled his shorts off and sat down on the
blanket. He felt like covering his body up; Michael's body was so lean and
toned, his skin pale and flawless. LJ felt incredibly self conscious.
Michael leaned over and kissed the boy gently. “We're not doing anything unless
you want to. There are other ways.”
LJ shook his head. “I want to. Really. I just don't... I haven't done this
before.”
Michael handed him a small lotion tube. “Lubrication,” he explained at LJ's
confused look. “Here, let me...”
Taking the tube back, Michael half emptied it into his hand and stroke a finger
down LJ's side. The boy shivered. Sensitive.
“Just relax,” Michael said as he circled LJ's cock with his hand. The oily
moisturiser slid between his fingers and LJ bucked forwards a little,
struggling to stay still under the sensations. When Michael pulled back, LJ was
blushing again.
“Now you just hold yourself still,” Michael said, getting to his knees and
turning around in front of LJ.
LJ, still nibbling at his lip, got to his knees and looked at the older man
again. His spine curved beautifully, his hips so narrow and defined. LJ reached
out and placed a hesitant hand on the smooth skin near the base of Michael's
spine.
Taking himself in hand, LJ shifted closer, positioning himself. He wanted this
badly, but still he wasn't sure how to go about it all.
“Good,” Michael breathed when LJ's skin touched his, “now just push forwards.”
LJ licked his lips and moved slowly forwards, expecting resistance. Michael
relaxed and pushed back against the boy's hips, releasing a little moan when he
felt the head of LJ's cock slip inside him.
LJ was panting, nervous hands shifting restlessly over Michael's hips and the
small of his back. It was so tight; there was heat and slick skin and all he
could think of was Michael's beautiful body. He put a little more force in it
and thrust further in, unknowingly pulling on the older man's hips.
“Am I... You okay?” LJ stuttered, buried to the hilt inside the man in front of
him.
“Perfect,” Michael said, grinding his hips back against the boy's. “Now you
just... move.”
LJ pulled back, almost all the way out, before thrusting quickly forwards
again. He could hardly concentrate; his uncle was gripping him so tightly and
he didn't know if he would last for even five minutes like this.
Mindful not to clench or move too much, Michael took himself in hand and
started stroking. LJ felt wonderful inside him.
“I – uncle Mike, is this -” LJ was stuttering, trying to speak, failing. His
voice was drowning in the sight, the heat, the tightness of Michael. His breath
catching in his throat, his body tensing, he felt waves of searing heat flow
from his abdomen and spread throughout his whole body. Whimpering, he came,
releasing inside the older man.
Feeling the boy's come spread inside him, Michael groaned in arousal and
stroked himself faster. Just as LJ's cock slipped from him, he released into
his hand, pumping his fist a few more times along himself.
“Oh God,” LJ panted, sinking down on the blanket. “God, that was...”
“Good,” Michael smiled, turning to kiss LJ again. “It was good.”
LJ hesitantly reached out to touch Michael's cheek. The older man smiled and
turned his head to kiss the tips of LJ's fingers.
“Lincoln will kill me,” Michael sighed, lying down beside LJ and stretching
leisurely. The boy watched, mesmerized, as his uncle's body curved sinuously.
“Don't say anything,” LJ said quickly, “I... I'll tell him.”
Michael sighed. “Lincoln was always very protective. I suppose it's better if
he hears it from you.” A pensive silence, then, “Just for the record, who else
have you been... experimenting with?”
LJ blushed prettily. “Um... T-Bag and Abruzzi. And Sucre. But that was just
for... for practice.”
Michael laughed. “Poor Sucre, he's trying so hard to convince himself he's not
gay, and we're ruining it for him.”
LJ gave a start. “We? You're lovers, too?”
“No,” Michael replied truthfully, “but I've sucked him off twice. I expect that
was what you did, too?”
LJ nodded, giving Michael a strange look. “Are there any fixed couples here, or
does everyone just fuck around?”
Michael couldn't contain the laughter that bubbled up from his throat. “Well,
Abruzzi and T-Bag are kind of together, and I suppose your father and I have...
an understanding. But jealousy isn't really our thing. Let's just say we like
variety.”
LJ shrugged and closed his eyes, turning his face to the sun. “I want in. I
mean, um, I'm not going to stay here, missing out on all the fun, am I?”
Michael looked at his nephew, a smile tugging at the corner of his lip. “I
guess Lincoln and I have grossly underestimated you,” he said. “Just so long as
this doesn't fuck your head up.”
“Hey, I've been accused of murder, been fingerfucked by a mob boss, fought the
greatest government conspiracy in history and seen my father and uncle going at
it like rabbits,” LJ said, smirking at Michael. “I think I can handle a group
of sexually liberated men.”
Michael gave a start. LJ had never seen anyone blush that quickly before. “You
saw us?”
The boy shrugged. “There isn't much to do around here. And you guys were making
enough noise to lead half the FBI straight to our location.”
Michael blushed furiously, clearing his throat. “Well. Your father has a way
of... provoking a response.”
LJ broke out in laughter. “So that's your term for being well endowed.”
Michael couldn't help but laugh, half in shock, half in amusement. “Maybe
you're right. There's not much left for us to fuck up.”
***** Messed up *****
LJ drew a deep breath, releasing it slowly. He felt nervous and giddy and
strangely self-conscious, but turning back was not an option. He was going
through with this.
“LJ, Sucre and I are going shopping,” Michael called, pulling on a baseball
cap. “Do you want to come?”
“No thanks, uncle Mike,” LJ said, smiling at his uncle. “I'm just gonna hang
around camp. See you later.”
Michael waved and jogged after Sucre, who was already halfway across the camp
site. C-Note had walked off only minutes earlier (LJ had distinctly heard him
say something about fishing), Abruzzi and T-Bag were still asleep (it was about
ten o'clock in the morning; it would appear they'd had a late night), and
Lincoln was, according to Michael, off for a walk to his favourite spot.
LJ got up and headed for that spot; a small hill not far from the tents where
you could see sunrises and sunsets alike.
                                      ***
“Hey, LJ,” Lincoln greeted his son as he approached.
“Hey,” LJ said, sitting down next to his dad. “What are you doing?”
Lincoln sighed. “Thinking. Breathing.” He paused, then grinned. “Trying to get
away from Sucre's whining.”
LJ laughed. The Puerto Rican had complained all morning about how it was
impossible to sleep as long as Abruzzi and T-Bag shared a tent. When they were
loud, they were loud.
“Well, Sucre and uncle Mike went grocery shopping, so it's just us and the love
bunnies left,” LJ said, his heart rate accelerating. This was it. No turning
back now.
Slowly, so his father wouldn't freak out, LJ shifted a little closer to him,
feeling the body heat of the older man.
Lincoln turned towards his son, mouth open to speak. When he saw the look on
LJ's face, he changed his mind. The boy was biting his lower lip, looking up at
him with a strange glint in his eyes. There was something about him that
Lincoln knew, but didn't recognize. “What's going on, LJ?”
Quickly, before the older man had the chance to say anything more, LJ raised
himself up enough to level his face with Lincoln's. As Lincoln's mouth opened
in confusion, LJ darted forwards and kissed his lower lip.
“LJ!” Lincoln said, grabbing hold of his son's shoulders. “What are you doing?”
LJ's face was burning. “Kissing you.”
Lincoln held his son firmly in front of him at arm's length. “What? Kissing me!
I figured as much, LJ! Why?” He was all but shouting by the end of it.
LJ didn't back down. “Because I wanted to. Because I love you, and I want... I
want you to love me.”
“LJ, I love you, you know that,” Lincoln said, holding the boy's gaze. “But
this is... You shouldn't... We can't.”
“Why not?” LJ insisted. “I know you love me. I want you to... to make love to
me. I want what you and Michael have.” The words all came in a rush; just like
LJ had planned them but not right. Not like he had planned his own response; he
wasn't supposed to blush and feel his throat constrict like this.
Lincoln let go of his son, covering his eyes with one large hand. “LJ,” he
sighed, “I know how it looks, but... I don't love you any less just because
Michael and I...”
LJ drew a shaking breath and placed a hand on his father's arm. “Dad. I know
it's not right. I don't care. I've thought about this; I want it. I really want
it. You and Michael and... everything.”
Lincoln looked at the boy, his brow furrowing. “You're just sixteen. I can't
start messing you up at sixteen; not any more than I already have.”
LJ bit his lip again, this time trying not to smile. “Dad. I'm already royally
messes up, trust me. You wouldn't be the one to -”
Something inside Lincoln snapped to attention. His son. Someone else. “Who?” he
snarled, almost springing to his feet.
“Dad!” LJ shouted. “Calm down, will you? It's no big deal; just take it easy.”
“No big deal!” Lincoln roared, voice almost frantic. “Not even a month and that
filthy bastard has already attacked you! I'm going to kill him; I'll tear his
fucking guts out!”
“Calm down!” LJ shouted, grabbing his father's arm. “No one attacked me! I
wanted to and they didn't do anything I didn't let them -”
“They!” Lincoln's voice rose to high pitch; he looked positively livid. “They!
LJ, if T-Bag and Abruzzi so much as touched you, they're going to pay for it!”
LJ didn't know whether to laugh or cry. “Dad,” he said silently, “it wasn't
just T-Bag and Abruzzi.”
Lincoln froze. Fell to his knees in the grass. Stared at LJ like a fish out of
water. “More?” he asked, his voice somewhere between a horrified whisper and a
furious growl.
“If you're going to scream like this, then I'll go off and do it again,” LJ
said, hoping to get his father's attention.
Lincoln's jaw was so tight, it was a wonder nothing snapped. “LJ, you're going
to tell me everything right now,” he said, breathing heavily through his nose,
“Or I will -”
“Fine,” LJ said, feeling his face colour again. “T-Bag sucked me off while you
were sleeping, I gave Sucre head because I wanted practice, and Abruzzi and I
went for a swim. He, um, he...” LJ tailed off, not sure of how to tell his
father about what, exactly, John Abruzzi had done to him.
Lincoln stared in shock at his son. “He what?” he hissed, not sure whether to
slap the boy for being stupid or go kill the other guys right away.
LJ was blushing profusely by now. “Hefngerfckedme,” he muttered, avoiding his
father's eyes.
Lincoln stared at LJ, trying to decipher what that mutter had meant. When it
finally sank in, he covered his face in his hands. Where the hell did I go
wrong?
“Dad.”
Lincoln gave a start. LJ was sitting very close to him, tentatively touching
his cheek. “I wanted to. I wanted all of it. No one hurt me, and I would do it
all again. Only... with you too.”
Lincoln groaned. “LJ,” he said, “I want to. God forgive me, but I do. But
you... we...”
“Then tell me why not,” LJ said, determination steeling his voice. “Think about
you and Michael, and me and Michael, and then tell me why not.”
It took a few moments before the implication sank in with Lincoln. “You... and
Michael?”
“Yeah, me and Michael. He... he showed me,” LJ said, stuttering. “I wanted to
learn, and he taught me.”
Lincoln sat still. This was exactly what he'd feared when LJ had first come to
live with them. Having sex with his brother and having sex with his son; both
so wrong and so tempting. He loved them, he really did; it was just... more
than that.
Finally, he turned to look LJ in the eyes. “Are you sure?”
LJ rolled his eyes. “Why does everyone ask me that? 'Am I sure', of course I
am. Like I would have even mentioned it if I wasn't sure. You should all take a
leaf out of T-Bag's book and just do it.”
Lincoln's eyes darkened. “Hey, I was kidding!” LJ quickly said, attempting a
smile. When Lincoln didn't return that smile, LJ sighed. “I was kinda hoping...
Sorry, dad. I won't bring it up again.”
LJ was getting to his feet when Lincoln's hand on his wrist yanked him back to
tumble into the grass next to the older man.
“Screw it all to hell and back again,” Lincoln said, dipping his head towards
LJ's. When strong yet hesitant lips touched down on his own, LJ immediately
opened his mouth under Lincoln's in sensual invitation. A possessive tongue
pressed into LJ's mouth, warmth and strong arms circling him.
The delicate whimper LJ made, drew a needy groan from Lincoln's throat and
spurred him to manoeuvre them both down on the ground, the older man leaning on
his elbows over the boy beneath him.
“Fuck me,” LJ begged against the older man's lips, blushing from embarrassment
and passion alike. Lincoln claimed his lips again, moaning into the boy's
mouth. The kiss deepened while inexperienced hands started yanking at Lincoln's
shirt, loosening button by button.
Shirts ripped open, shoes kicked off, fingers fumbling with zips and tyings. LJ
was panting, struggling with Lincoln's shorts with one hand while trying to get
to the lotion tube in his pocket with the other.
“Easy,” Lincoln breathed, stilling LJ with a slow, lingering kiss to the lips.
“Let me do it.”
Moving down LJ's body, the older man slowly opened the fly of LJ's shorts
before pulling them down.
“In my pocket,” LJ stuttered as his father's lips left a wet trail across his
hip bone. “Lotion.”
Lincoln growled. Did LJ even know what he was asking him to do?
“LJ,” Lincoln murmured in his ear, “What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me,” LJ said, eyes open and pleading. “I want you to... to
be the first.”
Somewhere between ridding themselves of their boxers and digging the lotion
tube out of LJ's pocket, his son's words really entered Lincoln's mind. “You...
haven't done this before.”
“I want to,” LJ said, stretching his neck to kiss Lincoln's broad chest above
him. It was playful and awkward, and Lincoln couldn't imagine a more erotic
thing. “I want this from you. Please.”
Lincoln felt lust suffuse his mind; taking LJ's earlobe into his mouth, he
skimmed his hand down the boy's side before letting it come to rest on his
thigh. LJ whimpered and his hips bucked, straining for contact. When his
father's hand finally closed around him, LJ gave a cry of pleasure and his back
arched off the ground.
“You ready?” Lincoln asked, squeezing some lotion into his hand. LJ nodded, red
lips open and a pretty flush colouring his cheeks. Lincoln kissed his son again
as he slowly slid a finger downwards from LJ's erection.
“Dad!” LJ moaned when that finger started pressing slowly inside him. “Oh God,
more!”
It was all Lincoln could do not to throw LJ's legs wide and take him hard right
there. Pressing his finger all the way in, he placed a wet kiss just left of
LJ's nipple before pulling his hand back. The second thrust brought two digits
into LJ's welcoming body.
“Harder,” LJ begged, his head thrashing from side to side. Lincoln thrust the
two fingers roughly in and out a few times before adding a third. LJ bit his
lip and bucked against his father's hand.
“God, LJ, you're so beautiful,” Lincoln whispered in the boy's ear, slowly
fucking him with three fingers. “You're so pretty and I'm going to make this so
good for you.”
Moaning wantonly, LJ tilted his head back as Lincoln started sucking harshly at
his pulse point, feeling hammering heartbeats under his lips.
When Lincoln thrust four fingers inside LJ, the boy keened with pleasure and
grabbed his father's wrist. “Fuck me,” he begged again, this time with more
lust than determination in his voice. “Now.”
Lincoln slicked himself up, then shifted into position between LJ's legs. “I
want to look at your face,” Lincoln said, pressing his cock slightly against
LJ's opening. “I want to see you when I take you.”
LJ gave another whimper and tried to press closer yet to his father. When
Lincoln started pushing slowly into him, he gasped in a mixture of pain and
intense pleasure; when the head of Lincoln's cock slipped inside him LJ cried
out and arched off the ground.
“LJ,” Lincoln panted, the effort not to ram into the boy tearing at him. “You
okay?”
“Shit, yes!” LJ moaned, writhing beneath the older man. “Yes!”
Unable to hold off any longer, Lincoln started moving with slow, deep thrusts,
coming up flush against the lithe body beneath his own for each move. LJ was
moaning, panting, the sting of Lincoln's large cock almost completely drowned
out by the electric waves shocking his mind into surrender for each time
Lincoln hit just that spot.
Higher with each heartbeat; each thrust pushed LJ further up that mountain side
and spiralled him off into something strange, something undiscovered. When
Lincoln whispered, “I love you” in his ear and a large hand teased LJ's
testicles, LJ was thrown off the cliff side with a cry, twitching and tensing
and coming over his father's hand, their stomachs, their chests. Feeling the
tightening around him, Lincoln smiled deviously and his lips closed around LJ's
nipple, sucking hard.
Falling through pleasure and aftershocks, Lincoln's lips drawing out every last
sensation of his orgasm, LJ clutched the broad shoulders above him, nails
digging into warm skin. Stubble grazed across his chin, and he opened his mouth
lazily to accept the older man's probing tongue.
“Dad,” LJ gasped, crashing back to earth, “God, that was -”
Lincoln silenced him with a kiss. “Glad you liked it,” he chuckled. “So do you
mind if I...” He rolled his hips once. LJ drew in a slow breath at the feeling
of Lincoln, still hard and large inside him.
As the older man started moving, LJ tried to calm himself to just accept the
thrusts. But Lincoln felt so hard, so smooth, so hot inside him; he couldn't
help but weakly place his arms around Lincoln's waist and pull his father
closer.
“I want you to come inside me,” he whispered, blushing even as he did so. He
wasn't sure what had made him say that, but Lincoln groaned desperately and
pressed their lips together, his body begging for more.
“God, LJ, you have no idea what that does to me,” Lincoln panted, his brow
furrowing. LJ laid back and focused on the intense pleasure, almost too much
after his orgasm, spearing through him with the older man's every move.
“I want you to fuck me until you come,” LJ panted in Lincoln's ear. “I want you
to show me everything.”
Lincoln came hard, thrusting his release into the soft body beneath him in the
grass before sinking down on top of the boy, breath choking. He pulled out.
They lay still for a while, breathing and feeling their hammering heartbeats
against each other.
“LJ,” Lincoln finally said, kissing his son gently, “where did you learn to
talk like that?”
LJ grinned self-consciously. “I don't know. Call it bad influence. But I meant
it.”
Another silence, then a slight blush slowly crept onto Lincoln's face. “So. The
point of no return. I've really messed you up now, haven't I?”
LJ laughed. “No. I've messed you up.”
Lincoln sighed. “Well. I guess I won't be able to keep you away from anything
now, will I?”
LJ shook his head. “Nope. Particularly not the 'ass rodeos'.”
“LJ!”
“Sorry, dad. Couldn't help but overhear Sucre and C-Note talking.”
Lincoln's face was steadily growing redder again. “They don't know what they're
talking about.”
“Oh, that's right,” LJ grinned, “they weren't the ones partying with Abruzzi,
T-Bag, Michael and too much tequila.”
“What the hell! Who told you that?” Lincoln was roaring again.
“Honestly, dad. Put six men in a camp like this, two of which are not gay but
forced to register the fact that the other four are... well, you were there...
´and if someone don't go tellin' folks, you're doin' it wrong`.”
It took Lincoln a moment or two to fully register who, exactly, LJ was
imitating.
“You are not talking to T-Bag alone from here on! Not one word, you hear me?”
“Fine,” LJ grinned, finding it hard not to laugh at his father. “I'll just have
to wait until you're there to ask him to tutor me in oral sex, then.”
“LJ!”
“Sorry, dad. It was a joke, a bad joke.”
And from the way Lincoln exhaled heavily, a vein standing out in his forehead,
LJ decided he would not tell his father that it wasn't a joke at all.
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