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Brother's Keeper
by Tami
They managed to find a motel for the night.
Although their picture was plastered everywhere, the manager said nothing when they checked in at the faded front counter. That didn’t mean he wasn’t busy calling in a tip to America’s Most Wanted when they left the dingy office, but for the moment they were safe. After being on the run for the last few days, their desire to scrub off fugitive dirt and sweat overwhelmed their need for absolute safety.
Apparently Lincoln read his brother’s mind because Michael hadn’t shut the door before Lincoln dropped his bag and coat on the double bed and headed for the bathroom. A minute later, the shower spray could be heard through the closed door.
Unlike his brother, Michael placed his duffel bag on the worn, circa-seventies dresser. He opened the new cell phone he’d picked up at their last stop for gas and programmed the number for the other phone they’d gotten into his.
Michael’s overactive mind flashed back to the courthouse and their failed attempt at extracting L. J. There was something about the guy in the elevator that rubbed Michael the wrong way. Who was he and how did he know what they were going to do?
“Shower’s free,” his brother’s tired voice said behind him.
Michael startled and looked over his shoulder. “Huh?”
Clad only in a towel wrapped around his waist, Lincoln walked past him to his bag and rummaged through it to find relatively clean jeans and a shirt. Gesturing towards the steamy bathroom he said, “The shower. It’s your turn if you want one.”
Michael flipped the phone closed, setting it aside. He tossed the other one at Lincoln’s bag, heading for the bathroom and the promise of a hot shower. He shut the bathroom door and stripped out of the clothes he’d been wearing for the past three days. He couldn’t even remember the last time he wore a shirt and tie with the collar starched and pressed. Three months in Fox River may as well have been three years.
“One suit, black; one pair of socks, black; one pair of shoes, shoelaces, one small tape recorder, and one gold watch.”
Of course those were all part of his plan to get them out of prison. Now, he just wanted to get them down to Panama and off the FBI’s radar – and somehow get L. J. down there with them.
Once the hot spray hit his skin, Michael pushed thoughts of the escape plan out of his mind. That just left the idea of running off with Lincoln. So far, it hadn’t gone exactly how he’d planned. He didn’t plan on Veronica being murdered or Nick Savrinn disappearing. He didn’t plan on the repercussions of what The Plan would do to Sara Tancredi. In all honesty, he hadn’t seen past breaking his brother out of that godforsaken hell.
He spent months scouring building schematics and tattooing his body with every possible escape hatch he discovered. That was his total focus until he was inside the walls. He hadn’t expected the lust he felt towards Lincoln to rear its head while in prison. The last time they were together in the SHU was so full of bitterness that he couldn’t even look back on it fondly.
And now Lincoln was in the next the room, warm and fresh from his shower. Michael closed his eyes and leaned back against the tile wall, feeling the water beat down on him. Images of when he first asked Lincoln to teach him how to kiss ran through his mind, and the time he snuck into Lincoln’s bedroom and sucked him off the night Becky Cranson did it to him. He had no clue what to expect when she did it, so he ran home to ask Lincoln about it.
He found his brother passed out in bed and was apprehensive at first before he threw caution to the wind and tried it on his brother. He remembered how frightened he was of Lincoln’s reaction. He remembered apologizing and backing away with a small ‘goodbye’. He packed his things into the car and high-tailed it to Loyola before Lincoln woke up to scream at him for what he’d done.
“Hey, Mike! Get out here and check this out!”
Michael’s eyes snapped open at Lincoln’s voice muffled through the bathroom door and shower spray. He looked down, surprised to see his hand wrapped around his half-hard erection.
“Michael! Hurry up!”
“Coming, coming,” Michael grumbled as he shut the water off and dried himself, ignoring his rampant cock.
A minute later, the bathroom door opened to a billow of steam and Michael with a towel wrapped around his waist. Lincoln was sitting on the end of the bed with an open shirt and jeans. The TV was turned on to the news.
“There’s been another update on the escaped convicts known as the Fox River Eight. It seems the FBI has put up a reward for their capture. A hundred thousand dollars each for mob boss, John Abruzzi, Charles “Haywire” Patoshik, David Apolskis, better known as “Tweener”, Theodore Bagwell, Fernando Sucre, Benjamin Myles Franklin, and Michael Scofield, who seems to be the mastermind of the escape. His brother, Lincoln Burrows, convicted for the murder of the Vice-President’s brother, was on Death Row. The FBI has confirmed that the reward for his capture and/or information leading to it will be three hundred thousand dollars.”
During the telecast, Michael had pulled on a pair of jeans and shrugged on a shirt. Upon hearing the higher bounty on his brother’s head, Michael sighed. “This will all be over soon. We’ll be in Panama in a few days, a week at the most. There are lots of girls there, you won’t get lonely.”
Lincoln turned the TV off and glared at his brother. “Do you think I’d get a girl after being hunted by the FBI? Our pictures all over the place! Who knows if they’d turn me in for the reward money or not? Look at how things turned out with that Nika chick you married. Why did you marry her again?”
Michael blatantly ignored the dig at his sham of a marriage. “First things first; we go to Utah, find Westmorland’s stash then find L. J. and head south.”
“Who do we trust between now and then?” Lincoln asked.
“You trusted me. I got us out of Fox River and I bought us enough time to recoup while your leg heals,” Michael said.
Lincoln rubbed his thigh absentmindedly, as if Michael’s mention of it brought the dull ache to the forefront.
Michael noticed the movement. “How is it?”
“For being on the run, it’s not bad. You got the bullet out.”
“Let’s have a look.” Lincoln’s eyes shot up as Michael walked over to him. “Come on, after being in Fox River, you shouldn’t be so shy now. Take off the jeans.”
“But Mikey!” Lincoln whined petulantly. He fell on the bed when Michael pushed him back to get to the buttons on his jeans. “I’m fine really.” Michael opened his fly and started to pull off his pants. “The shower did some good.” Michael tossed the jeans out of the way and got on his knees to examine the wound.
“The water didn’t damage the stitches,” Michael commented as he looked over his handiwork. He had some rudimentary sewing skills. He thought he’d be using them to hem his own clothes when a button fell off or a shirt hem frayed. He didn’t think he’d be using his basic skills to sew his brother back together while on the run from a corrupt justice system.
Lincoln didn’t hear a word his brother said. All he felt was the heat of Michael’s hand on his thigh – close to his crotch. Another inch and his pinky finger would be grazing – He shouldn’t even be thinking about it. Michael most likely forgot about what happened between them in Fox River. His brother probably wouldn’t want to be reminded of what happened, let alone continue it. Now if he could just get his erection to go down before Michael noticed.
“I can’t believe you’re turned on by this. Who knew my brother was a pain junkie?” Michael chuckled.
Lincoln glanced at him, surprise written all over his face. “How did you --?”
“Oh, please. We may have been estranged for years, but I’ve seen you before. You can’t exactly hide something like that, either. Not as big as you are anyway.” Michael continued to inspect the reddened area. While it appeared to be healing well, his stitching job would leave a scar.
Considering what they were in the middle of at the moment, a scar from a gunshot wound was the least of their worries. “There doesn’t seem to be an infection. Does this hurt?” he asked as he pressed experimentally on the skin around the wound.
“OW!” Lincoln shouted and then grumbled, “No, smart ass.”
“And yet, your cock hasn’t deflated. Now I know why you stayed with Lisa those few years before it fell apart.”
“I stayed for L. J., not to be a glutton for punishment. Are we finished yet?”
“Yeah, but that,” Michael gestured at the erection that had started to stand up on its own, “doesn’t seem to be going down anytime soon.”
“It’ll go down,” Lincoln said, refusing to look at his brother.
“I can leave the room if you want to take care of that. Granted, I can’t go too far with my picture all over the news and everything. So, if you moan or groan when you jack off, I’ll probably hear it through the door,” Michael teased.
“Nope, I’m fine,” Lincoln declared through gritted teeth.
“The hell you are! It’s starting to turn purple!” Michael said in mock horror.
“It is not!” Lincoln pulled up his shirt to check for himself.
“Look, I can help you out. It’s not like there are women lined up for a man on the run. No one has to know about it as long as we’re not found on the side of the road fucking or whatever,” Michael suggested.
“So that’s your answer: rationalize this by saying you’re helping me?”
“No. If you remember, I started it in the beginning with asking for the kiss and sucking you off before going to college. I’m rationalizing it for you to accept the circumstances for the time being,” Michael explained dejectedly. “It’s not like it has to be a regular thing. It can just be a case by case basis.”
Lincoln’s heart broke at the picture of misery on Michael’s face. He sat up and cupped his brother’s face in his big hands. The blue eyes staring up him were watery with tears that threatened to spill if Lincoln rejected him. “I’m not saying no. I just know you, Michael. You’ll do anything to please someone you love. I don’t want to force you into this or make you feel like you’re obligated to do anything. In all honesty, this is the most bizarre, unconventional path our screwed up relationship has ever taken. Don’t do it just to please me.”
Michael’s mouth suddenly became dry and he tried to swallow before replying in a small voice, “I’ve wanted you for a long time. All the girls from before were because I thought that’s what you expected of me. I idolized you.”
“It’s okay if you like girls, Mikey. I wouldn’t hold it against you. One or two have turned my head every so often,” Lincoln gave Michael a brief smile that caused his brother to smile back. “If you really, truly want this to continue . . . I haven’t been able to refuse you yet.”
Michael pulled away to take his shirt off and wriggle out of his jeans. Lincoln followed suit, removing his shirt while Michael carefully pulled off his jeans without disturbing the wounded thigh too much. Lincoln lay back on the pillows, slowly stroking his length as he watched his brother parade around the room naked as he turned off the lights. Lincoln reached out with his free hand and turned on the bedside lamp.
“Stop prancing around and get over here before I change my mind,” Lincoln ordered him, amused.
“Just one more thing,” Michael hedged as he went through his bag. A minute later, he produced a bottle of vitamin E and Aloe lotion.
Lincoln’s brow rose, “You packed lotion for being on the run?”
“What? I have dry skin,” Michael replied as if it was the only possible explanation.
“We’ll see how dry it is . . .” Lincoln trailed off.
Michael tossed the bottle on the bed and climbed on, crawling up to meet his brother in a kiss. Lincoln cupped Michael’s cheek and moved his hand behind Michael’s shaved head to pull him closer as he deepened the kiss, teasing open Michael’s lips with his tongue. When Michael moaned, he slipped inside and caressed his brother’s tongue with his own.
Lincoln pulled back with a smirk. “You know, that one time I was sucked off I never did get to enjoy it since someone ambushed me while I was inebriated.”
Michael gave him a brilliant smile at the veiled – or not so veiled – suggestion. He turned his body so that he was in a sixty-nine position to Lincoln and took his brother’s erection in his hand, stroking the length. Lincoln released his dick to Michael’s care and used the other hand to lazily stroke Michael’s half-hard cock while he watched his brother work him over.
Lincoln hissed as Michael licked up the length, wrapped his lips around the head and slowly slid down. Lincoln squeezed Michael’s cock at the sensation then continued to stroke him as Michael sucked him down. He paused long enough to drizzle the lotion on his fingers and moved his hand between Michael’s legs to tickle the cleft of Michael’s ass, teasing the opening.
Lincoln groaned when Michael nearly swallowed him after he gently pressed his fingers inside, stretching the muscles carefully. Then, Michael was massaging his balls as he sucked and Lincoln couldn’t help thrusting his hips forward into his brother’s warm mouth.
Lincoln angled his fingers until he hit a small nub that caused Michael to groan around him. Enjoying the feel of the vibration, Lincoln grazed it again, causing Michael to moan once more, only now with the added rock of his hips. The sheets between them were damp from the pre-seminal fluid leaking out of Michael's cock. He teased the spot until his brother released him and cried out his name.
“Michael, come here,” Lincoln said as he slipped his fingers free.
Michael released him and looked at Lincoln as if he didn’t understand the command. “I thought you wanted --”
“I want to feel you around me,” Lincoln cut in.
“What if that aggravates the wound?”
“You found a way around my hands being shackled, I’m sure you can find a way that won’t hurt my leg.”
Michael sat up and straddled his brother’s lap. He positioned Lincoln’s cock at his rosebud and slowly slid down, biting his lip as the girth stretched his muscles. Lincoln watched him in a haze of arousal. He pulled Michael closer, kissing him and nibbling on his lower lip, drawing back when Michael finally settled.
“I spent these last few weeks wondering if you would want to continue this after that time in the SHU. I didn’t dare hope that you would. I thought you were just misguided because I was on the Row and you didn’t know how else to express your emotions,” Lincoln confessed in a low voice.
“You were always hard-headed,” Michael replied with a smirk.
Lincoln gripped Michael’s waist, guiding his hips as his brother bounced up and down steadily. The fact that Michael wanted to retain this portion of their relationship mystified him, but also made him want to cum so bad that he had to clench his teeth to maintain some semblance of control – at least, until Michael found his pleasure.
In Fox River they had to keep quiet when they were close, but in a motel room in the Midwest, a hundred miles from anywhere, Michael grunted and groaned his way to orgasm. Some of the worst possible phrases Lincoln ever heard from him, passed through his little brother’s lips.
However, that didn’t detract from how gorgeous Michael looked. In fact, it only heightened Lincoln’s arousal until he forgot about his injured thigh and bucked up into his brother’s body until he called out Michael’s name in orgasm. Seeing Lincoln in the throes of passion set off Michael and he pumped his release all over Lincoln’s chest.
Michael collapsed atop Lincoln, carefully pulling away from Lincoln before he rolled over to lie beside the bigger man.
“I think we need another shower,” Michael commented to the room then let out a breathless laugh that could only come after a major release of pent up tension.
“I’ll share one with you this time,” Lincoln offered.
Michael looked over at him. He bolted from the bed with his older brother hot on his heels, laughing like they did when they were kids.
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