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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Prison_Break
  Relationship:
      Lincoln_Burrows/Michael_Scofield
  Character:
      Lincoln_Burrows, Michael_Scofield
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Pre-Series, Community:_rounds_of_kink, Coming_In_Pants
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-02-14 Words: 1417
****** Turning the Tables ******
by Clair_de_Lune_(clair_de_lune)
Summary
     It was a twisted, one-sided game that Lincoln played with him. Not
     that Michael didn’t enjoy it.
Notes
     Written in 2008 for Rounds of Kink IX (second take on a prompt)
     Prompt and kink by Foxriverinmate: Even at sixteen Michael still lost
     control when his brother touched him that way.
It was a twisted, one-sided game that Lincoln played with him. Not that Michael
didn’t enjoy it.
When Lincoln felt it was okay – Michael never knew on what criteria he based
his decision – he would hug him, tug him down and indulge him, indulge them, in
inappropriate yet delicious caresses. He would brush his fingers over Michael’s
body, mapping it, hovering and lingering on Michael’s hot spots until he had
him gasping, panting and squirming beside him on the bed or the couch.
Twisted because even at sixteen Michael still lost control when his brother
touched him that way. He had wanted this since he was old enough to actually
understand what he yearned for; Lincoln finally, occasionally yielding left him
craving, his mind reeling and his skin a bit more oversensitive with each
contact, each caress. Lincoln knew it, there was no way he hadn’t noticed. He
knew it, just as he knew how and where to stroke and fondle Michael to make him
bite his lips and clench his fists, fighting to keep a semblance of control
over his reactions. In the end of course, he always failed to both of their
delight, and a tell tale stain spread on the front of his jeans or short or
pajamas, signing Lincoln’s victory as Michael rested against him, spent,
flushed and breathless. Grateful.
One-sided because Lincoln never ever allowed Michael to reciprocate. Getting
him off was okay; allowing him to return the favor was an absolute no-no.
Guilt, Michael had figured out long ago – guilt for allowing this to happen,
guilt for wanting his baby brother that way. So Lincoln compromised. He skimmed
his hands over him, grabbed handfuls of shoulders, hips and buttocks, even
palmed his crotch through his pants. He hovered over his face and let their
mouths sweep against each other’s, more a touch than an actual kiss. But
Michael was permitted little more than slipping his hand under the hem of
Lincoln’s shirt to feel his brother’s skin or cupping the back of his head to
bring him closer. Thus, his gratefulness was quite tainted by the fact that
Lincoln wouldn’t let him give back.
There would be none of that today. At the first, teasing kiss Lincoln planted
in his neck, he had decided that today, he would reciprocate; he would have
Lincoln groan and jerk until he wasn’t able to hold back anymore. He would give
his brother a taste of his own medicine. So, instead of biting his lips, he let
out a loud moan that made Lincoln look up at him and ask, “What are you doing?”
in a mixture of trepidation and arousal. Rather than clenching his fists, he
opened his hands wide, slid one of them up Linc’s chest, and the other one
down, in the loose waistband of his sweatpants, looking for the hard column of
flesh. He knew Lincoln would be hard – there was strong-willed, and then there
was strong-willed, and Lincoln really couldn’t have this kind of control over
his body – but he uttered another, quieter, moan at the sensation under his
fingertips. It was unfair, totally unfair, because Lincoln wasn’t prepared to
face this kind of onslaught. Never saw it coming, which, Michael thought
sarcastically, was a bit naïve for a man as down-to-earth as his brother.
Lincoln’s croaked “Don’t!” morphed into a groan when Michael closed his hand
around him and started to stroke up and down. Slowly, firmly, ruthlessly just
as he had imagined he would. He was mesmerized, enthralled by the combination
of warmth and silkiness, stiffness and sticky wetness in his hand, and above
all, by the fact that it was Lincoln’s shaft twitching, swelling, hardening in
the palm of his hand. He wrapped his fingers around it, flicked and twisted his
wrist, attentive to his brother’s response. Quite positive response, actually.
Now it was Lincoln who laid as still as possible, clenched his fists and bit
his lips – at least until Michael rolled over him, rubbing his crotch against
Lincoln’s thigh, and whispered in his ear, “I want you to come.”
Lincoln had to laugh at that. Despite his situation, he couldn’t help it,
couldn’t keep a hint of sarcasm out of his voice, and he blurted out, “Yeah,
little shit. Thanks for the tip, but I’ve figured out that one.” Then, his
protests mixed with pleas to go faster, harder and stop teasing, on and on
until Michael silenced him with a kiss. As Lincoln grunted into the kiss and
thrust his hips up, thrust into the fist that held him, Michael's strokes
became more forceful, more frantic, driving his brother over the edge.
Lincoln’s release on his hand, Lincoln’s gasping for air against his lips made
him shiver with satisfaction, and he kept on caressing him until Linc faintly
hissed and pushed his hand away.
Still breathing hard, Lincoln kissed his chin and grumbled into his mouth a
combination of apologies, threat and thanks. The tone of his voice, its
roughness got to Michael before he had a chance to dwell on his recent triumph
and had him arch down, desperate for more contact. He was unceremoniously
flipped onto his back and, with a feral grin, Lincoln loomed over him, slid
down and pushed his legs apart. He settled there, his face nestled between
Michael’s thighs, to nuzzle, twiddle and lick the hard bulge in his pants. In a
matter of seconds, Michael was back to clenching his fists and biting his lips,
propelled on his elbows not to miss the image of Lincoln looking up to hold his
gaze as he fondled his erection, his mouth wide open, insistent and hot even
through the heavy fabric.
Too much – Lincoln’s hands under his ass, his lips on his crotch, his eyes
looking up and holding his gaze... His climax gripped his stomach and lower
back and surged through his body, red hot and irrepressible. His eyes rolling
up in his head, he fell back on the pillows with a stifled cry, and shook and
clawed at Lincoln’s shoulders and neck for what felt like an eternity. When he
finally came back to his senses, his heart pounding in his chest and his sight
a bit blurry, he met Lincoln’s look, followed it to the splotch smearing the
fly of his jeans and smirked.
Well. Nothing new here. It was usually how it ended, with his boxers and pants
a damp and sticky mess, Lincoln lingering to gather an ultimate shudder of
pleasure, milking him until he was sure Michael was totally spent. And he did
have an ultimate shudder this time too, part excruciating pleasure and part
sharp pain, when Lincoln snaked his tongue over the wet spot on his fly,
pressing hard and sucking as if to taste him.
“Fuck! Linc...”
“Watch your mouth.”
Michael motioned him up and on his back to settle against him. “You’d better
clean up a bit,” Lincoln advised, and sure, he was right. It would soon be
quite uncomfortable, no doubt about it, but for now, he gingerly touched the
moist fabric and sighed in contentment.
“In a minute.” He closed his eyes, concentrating on Lincoln’s body under his,
on Lincoln’s mouth grazing his. He felt limp and sated; he knew he would have
to move soon but wanted to enjoy the moment for a few more minutes.
“What you did. You know it’s forbidden.” Lincoln smacked his butt in late
retaliation. The light slap induced an involuntary friction of his groin on
Lincoln’s leg and he moaned faintly at the sensation. Too sensitive.
“I know nothing,” he shot back, lying shamelessly. He licked Lincoln’s jaw and
watched the skin covering in small goose-bumps. “You had it coming, anyway.”
“Oh really?”
“You know what it does to me when you touch me like that. It was only a matter
of time.”
Michael didn’t quite get what his brother replied, but it looked terribly like
The later, the better.
“You really should clean up.”
“In a minute.” With a sigh, Lincoln rocked him against his chest and rubbed his
hands up his sides, bending his knees to encage Michael between them. His
fingers drew lines and curves on the lean muscles of his back and, with a
content groan, Michael said, “Just a few more minutes.”
His lips touched Lincoln’s earlobe when he spoke, making his brother flinch
with pleasure, and Michael smiled. Maybe this was finally becoming a two-player
game.
END
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in, and those lean
muscles... After that, Albus was lost.
"Albus!"
Blinking quickly, Albus returned back to the present and realised that James
had been talking to him. Grinning sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his head,
making his already messy hair stand up even more. "Sorry, I was somewhere else
just now. Did you say something?"
James rolled his eyes; used to his brother's daydreaming. "The movie's over. Do
you want me to pop in another one, or are you tired of spending time with me
already?"
Albus bit his tongue because the temptation to say, "I want you to pop me," was
overwhelming. He gave James a goofy grin instead and then laughed when his
brother shook his head and got up to put in another film. Albus took the
opportunity to shift more into the middle of James's bed to make sure they'd be
forced to sit closer together.
When James sat next to him again, Albus stayed perfectly still for a moment
before resting his head on his brother's shoulder. He closed his eyes,
breathing in James's scent before glancing up at him, surprised to see his
brother staring down at him. He felt him tensing a little and Albus smiled at
him reassuringly. "Hey, Jamie?" he asked after a moment, chewing on his bottom
lip. When James 'hmm-ed', Albus sat up. "Have you ever considered sleeping with
a boy?"
James blinked at the sudden change of topic and looked at Albus with a slight
weariness. "You know I'm straight, Albus," he said simply. "Why would I think
about having sex with a boy?"
Albus shrugged. "I don't know. Being straight doesn't mean you can't think
about stuff like that. I mean, aren't you curious? Aren't you at least a little
interested in finding out what it's like?"
James held the eye contact for a few seconds before turning back to the TV, and
Albus was sure he could see a faint blush on James's cheeks. That blush was all
the confirmation Albus needed, but he still went on, unable to let anything
just go. "So you honestly want to tell me that you're not in the least bit
curious?" He leaned closer almost unnoticeably and let his breath ghost over
James's neck. "Don't you want to find out what it's like?" he asked in a low
voice, closing his eyes as Jamie's smell overwhelmed him once again. "Don't you
want to know what it feels to slide your cock into a tight ass? To feel another
boy's mouth around it, sucking you off harder than any girl possibly could?"
Albus smiled when James didn't move, and he hesitantly slid his hand up James's
thigh, stopping only centimetres away from his crotch. "Do you, Jamie?" His
voice was only a whisper now, hot breath making goose bumps break out all over
James's skin. "Do you want me to show you? Do you want me to suck you off? Do
you want to fuck me?" Albus brushed the tips of his fingers over James's groin,
smiling inwardly as he felt his brother's obvious erection. James froze for the
briefest moment, then grabbed Albus's wrist and twisted it painfully.
"What are you doing?" he hissed, his face inches away from Albus's. Al's eyes
widened slightly and he stared at James in shock. He'd never seen him like
this; angry, slightly flushed and definitely aroused. His breath came in short
little gasps, his strong hand still wrapped firmly around Albus's thin wrist.
Albus was surprised, and maybe a little scared; but judging by how his jeans
were nearly bursting at the sudden twitch his cock gave, he also clearly liked
it a little bit. Or a lot.
The tip of James's nose brushed Albus's, and, never one to let a perfect
opportunity pass by, Albus leaned in and pressed his lips against James's.
Using James's momentary surprise, he freed his arm and cupped the back of his
brother's neck to keep him in place when James unsurprisingly tried to resist.
After only a few seconds, Albus felt James's resistance crumble and he smirked
inwardly when James's arms slid around him as well as he started to kiss him
back.
A soft gasp escaped Albus's lips when he realised that he was no longer in
charge. James's tongue traced Albus's lips, demanding entrance which Albus gave
him all too willingly. He closed his eyes and moaned into James's mouth as
their tongues slid along each other and he tasted James, feeling his cock press
against his trousers again.
"Jamie," he whispered breathlessly when James broke the kiss to take a deep
breath, and Albus fumbled with the buttons of James's shirt, undoing them
rather quickly, considering his sudden nervousness and excitement. He slid it
off his shoulders, pressing their foreheads together as he looked down,
pressing his palm against the dragon tattoo on James's chest and feeling his
muscles flexing underneath the hot skin. He brushed a finger over James's
nipple teasingly, rubbing the hard little nub between his fingers. James moaned
and bent his head to find Albus's lips again, his tongue sliding in without
asking permission this time. James slid a leg over Albus, and a moment later he
was on top of him, snogging him with bruising force while Albus felt light-
headed, unable to do anything but kiss back weakly.
He was surprised at his brother's willingness to do this; he'd expected him to
resist more but was definitely not going to complain. He had to admit that
James taking control like this is just what he wanted. James's hands slid under
his shirt; nails digging into his skin, leaving marks. Albus didn't care and
moaned encouragingly, then gasped when James grabbed his wrists and pressed
them down on either side of his head. He drew back and Albus mewled in protest,
not wanting the kiss to end so soon. He licked his lips and stared up at his
brother, breath catching in his throat when he saw James staring down at him
with dark eyes.
"Jamie," Albus breathed, his tongue flicking out once again to wet his suddenly
dry lips. "Jamie, let me suck you off. Please."
Albus couldn't suppress a small smile when James's eyes widened almost
unnoticeably, and he raised an eyebrow seductively, biting his lip. He knew
boys couldn't resist that look and was pleased to discover that his brother
wasn't that different than other boys. He let go of Albus's wrists and Albus
rolled them over, straddling James's hips and starting to trail kisses over his
brother's chest, sucking one of his nipples into his mouth before grazing his
teeth over it, revelling in the surprised gasp that escaped James's mouth.
Albus smirked in satisfaction, then moved over to the other nipple, giving it
the same attention before nipping it teasingly with his lips. He licked a trail
down James's abdomen, dipping his tongue into his navel for a brief moment
before nosing the dark trail of hair that led down into his brother's trousers.
He looked up at James again as he hooked two fingers under the waistband of
James's jeans. "Say it," he whispered. "Tell me what you want me to do."
He heard James's breath catch in his throat and watched his hands fisted the
bed sheets as he arched up at the sensation of Albus's hot breath on his
sensitive skin. "Tell me, James," Albus whispered again, bending his head to
mouth James's seemingly huge erection through the thick fabric of his pants.
James bit his lip hard, trying to bite back a moan but failed miserably.
"Just do it," he hissed impatiently, sliding one of his hands into Albus's hair
and tugging roughly. "Suck me off. I want to see those pretty lips wrapped
around my cock."
It was Albus's turn to moan then and without even considering the possibility
of teasing James further, he yanked his trousers down, followed by his boxers,
until his face was in front of James's cock. He stared at it in wonder, taking
a moment to admire it and ponder whether it will fit into his mouth. Eager to
find out, he closed his fingers around the base, breathing on the head and
closing his lips around the thick, already leaking head. He stared up at James
with big green eyes and saw his brother's mouth fall open slightly as he sucked
more and more of James into his mouth.
James stared at him in wonder and Albus grinned inwardly before he allowed his
eyes to drift shut as he started to bob his head up and down on James's
erection, sucking hard. He grazed his nails over James's thighs as he continued
to move; the feel of James's thick, heavy cock in his mouth almost enough to
send him over the edge.
As James's moans and whimpers started to get needier, Albus gave his cock one
last suck before he pulled back, replacing his mouth with his hand and stroking
him lightly. James gave Albus a weak glare and let out a growl of protest which
turned into a breathy whimper when Albus moved lower to kiss James's balls. He
closed his eyes and pushed James's knees up, smiling at the confused look on
his brother's flushed face.
Albus sucked one of James's balls into his mouth, tonguing it teasingly, his
hand still stroking his erection. Kissing his way up his length again, Albus
then moved lower, flicking his tongue out against the other boy's perineum.
James's breath hitched and his eyes widened in surprise when Albus disappeared
between his legs and started licking James's opening, tracing the rim with the
tip of his tongue and pushing it in just a little.
James almost jumped off the bed as a yelp of surprise escaped him and he
grabbed the bed sheets, his whole body tense with pleasure. "Oh fuck," he
hissed. "Oh god, Albusss..."
Encouraged by those moans, Albus smirked before continuing to kiss James's
arse; loving the texture of his soft skin. When he stopped, James didn't even
have the strength to protest and Albus looked down at him smugly.
"I knew you'd like tha-," he started, then gasped in surprise when James
suddenly rolled them over, leaning in to kiss Albus again. Albus answered the
kiss enthusiastically, tangling his fingers in James's hair.
When James sat up and reached for something under the bed, Albus blinked
curiously, then froze slightly when he saw James's wand. Trying not to show his
momentary worry, Albus raised an eyebrow and gave him a grin. "What now? Are
you going to hex me?" He stretched on the bed, lifting his arms above his head
and frowned at James's smirk. His eyes widened comically when three silk
scarves shot out of James's wand; two of them slithering down Albus's arms and
tying his wrists to the headboard of the bed while the third one wrapped itself
around his head, blindfolding him.
After being speechless for a second, Albus grinned and raised an eyebrow –
which obviously lost effect since James couldn't see his eyes. "Ooh, kinky!" he
chirped happily, when something occurred to him. Worried by James's constant
silence, he tugged at the scarves and bit his lip. "Wait... You're not going to
leave me here, are you?" Silence. "James? James?!"
He was just about to panic when he suddenly felt James's hot breath on his ear
and shivered. "You talk too much, Albus Severus," James said in a low voice,
his tongue flicking out to trace the shell of Albus's ear. "Do you want me to
gag you, too?"
Albus moaned at the idea but shook his head and bit his lip, trying to keep his
mouth shut. He was silent for a moment, then whined when James's warm breath
disappeared. "James? Jamie? Oh please, don't do this to me!"
A moment later he felt his trousers being pulled down and moaned when he felt
something soft brushing his cock. He couldn't tell what it was. James's tongue?
His finger? Or something else? He was starting to think that his brother wasn't
as unimaginative as he used to think.
Suddenly he felt something extremely cold against his nipple and he gasped. The
sensation was both torturous and pleasant at the same time, and Albus couldn't
help but wonder what other kinds of kinky tricks James had up his sleeve.
Pressing against the coldness, he realised that it was the tip of James's wand,
probably charmed to imitate the sensation of an ice cube against his skin. He
bit his lip and felt the cold wand-tip move lower down his stomach before
teasingly trailing around his erection and up the sensitive underside.
It didn't take much until Albus was writhing on the bed, panting and moaning
and trying to get more of that bittersweet sensation. "Oh god, fuck, yes," he
moaned; then almost yelled when he felt James's hand wrap around his cock. "Oh
Jamesss..." He couldn't help it; what James was doing to him felt so incredibly
good that Albus couldn't help being vocal. Or... more vocal than usual.
James's hand released his cock and Albus sighed, opening his mouth to protest
again but moaning instead when James shoved two fingers into his mouth and made
a soft pleased sound when Albus sucked on then. He leaned in again and nibbled
Albus's earlobe. "Didn't I tell you to be quiet?" he whispered, licking a trail
down Albus's neck and nipping at his collarbone playfully. "Tell me; is there
really only one way to shut you up?"
A moment later James was straddling Albus's chest and Albus felt the tip of
James's cock brushing against his lips. He opened his mouth instantly, sucking
his brother's erection into his mouth and moaning around it when James started
thrusting into his mouth. James was extremely careful and it was obvious that
he didn't want to hurt Albus; but just the idea of being tied to this bed,
blindfolded and having his brother on top of him, thrusting his thick cock into
his mouth was almost enough to send Albus over the edge.
When James pulled away before Albus could really taste him, he whined in
disappointment but recovered quickly when he felt one of James's slick fingers
at his entrance. He closed his eyes and tugged at the bonds, spreading his legs
automatically. "James," he breathed, and moaned when James slid one, then two
fingers inside of him, crooking them immediately to find his prostate. Albus
yelped in surprise – he'd never expected James to even know about prostates –
and pushed back against the older boy's fingers; wanting, needing more.
"Oh god, James," he breathed again when James withdrew his fingers and he felt
the head of his brother's cock press against his opening. Just the idea of
being penetrated by his brother made his cock twitch and his stomach flutter
and he held his breath in concentration, biting his lip hard when James pushed
past the first ring of muscles and slid all the way inside. The grunt that
slipped from James's lips made Albus shiver.
And then James was fully inside of him and no one had ever felt this good.
James filled him completely. Albus reached up to pull James down on top of him,
wrapping arms and legs around him to hold him close. He buried his face in the
older boy's neck and tried to catch his breath, licking James's earlobe
teasingly. "Move," he whispered, letting out little, breathless moans every
time James slammed into him.
The fact that he was still blindfolded made each sensation more intense. The
feel of James's breath on his skin, how hard he slammed into him, how his
brother's slick skin felt sliding against his own... And the sounds. The soft,
breathy sounds James made every time he moved; every time Albus clenched around
him... Albus had never heard anything like it.
When Albus felt his orgasm approaching, he dug his nails into James' back and
tried to find his voice back. "James... Want to see you," he breathed.
"Blindfold."
James understood, and a moment later, Albus was staring up at James and held
his breath. James's face was flushed, his lips red and swollen, and his sweaty
hair plastered to his face. Albus stared at him in wonder and felt his orgasm
wash over him as he reached down and stroked himself off, his seed coating his
belly and hand.
His clenching triggered James's orgasm, and the look on James's face was almost
enough to make Albus hard all over again. Almost.
Albus's breath hitched when James suddenly looked down at him with affection he
hadn't seen in his brother's eyes for a long time. Albus swallowed hard and
cupped the back of James's neck, pulling him down for a deep kiss that he only
broke reluctantly a moment later to breathe.
James rolled off him and Albus snuggled into him at once, draping an arm over
his brother's muscular chest and resting his cheek on James's shoulder. They
lay in complete silence for a few long moments, both recovering from their
orgasms.
"We shouldn't have done this," James whispered, and Albus could almost feel his
frown.
Looking up at the other boy in surprise, Albus furrowed his brow as well. "Why
not?"
James let out a breathless laugh. "Are you serious, Al? You're my brother!
This... We're not supposed to do this."
Albus felt his stomach flip and he swallowed hard. "You liked it," he
whispered, surprised at how small his voice sounded. "Didn't you?"
Feeling bad immediately, James cupped Albus's cheek, brushing his thumb over
his bottom lip as he looked at him reassuringly. "Of course I did. But... that
doesn't make it right."
Albus nodded slowly and couldn't help looking disappointed. He sat up and
turned away from James, wondering why this was bothering him so much. It was
supposed to be only sex. A one-time thing. A way to prove to Scorpius that he
really could have anyone. So why did it hurt so much to hear those words come
out of James's mouth.
He closed his eyes when he felt James's strong arms wrap around him, his soft
lips brushing his shoulder. Unconsciously, he leaned back against his brother,
taking a deep, shaky breath.
Albus turned his head and met James's eyes again, then leaned forward to kiss
James's puffy lips. If this really was the first, last and only time they would
do it, he just wanted to get one last kiss. He felt James's resistance at first
but then he opened his mouth to Albus, kissing him back in a way that told
Albus that James didn't want it to end either.
They kissed for several moments until they were both out of breath, and as they
stared at each other after the kiss broke, James suddenly shook his head and
sighed. "Oh, fuck this," he muttered. "As long as we don't tell anyone..." And
he tugged Albus down on top of him, kissing him more deeply than ever.
                                     ~ * ~
Albus couldn't suppress the smug grin as he tossed James's boxers onto
Scorpius's bed, leaning against his desk as he looked at him. Scorpius stared
at the boxers for a moment, then looked up at Albus with wide eyes. "No way!"
Albus grinned and shrugged. "What can I say? I'm irresistible."
Scorpius's mouth fell open in surprise and he looked at James's boxers
incredulously. Then his lips widened in a smirk and he sat up excitedly. "Okay,
I want details. Tell me everything!"
But Albus merely kept grinning at him, keeping his mouth shut, for once. What
had happened between him and James wouldn't leave James's room. Albus had never
kept anything from Scorpius before but this was private and he didn't want to
share it with anyone. Even though he wanted to see Scorpius's face as he let
him know all the juicy details, he knew that it was important to keep this
between James and himself.
Besides, he was enjoying the look on Scorpius's face far too much as his friend
realised that Albus had possessed something he would never have. It was a good
feeling.
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