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Snippets of established Linc/Mike and LJ knowing and not caring.
"Da- Uncle Mike!" His head swiveled around to see the only son he's ever known, staring at him like a kicked puppy.
"I didn't want you to see this. You shouldn't have come." He tries his best to stay calm but, seeing his nephew's lost look and he just about threw away his whole plan just so he could console the teenager.
"Uncle Mike! What's going on!" It killed him to hear LJ call him 'Uncle Mike', he hadn't been an uncle to the boy for years. Since he was 10 years old LJ called him daddy when they were home or at Linc's apartment.
"I didn't want you to see this LJ, go home." With one final look he turned his head away and let the baliff lead him away to his fate. Lincoln's son wasn't supposed to show up. It made facing what he had to do, that much harder. He hoped LJ would visit him so he could explain the importance of himself going to prison to him, but he wasn't going to hold his breath. Afterall the boy's real father had been locked up for over a year and he hadn't been to visit once.
"I tried Linc. I tried and failed. It's my fault you're going to be killed now." Michael set his head in his hands and tried not to cry. He thought he planned for every contingency, apparently the only one he couldn't plan for, was human inconsistency. Lincoln gently grabbed his hands and pulled them out to him.
"Mikey, look at me." If it weren't for the soothing tone in his voice, Michael wouldn't have looked up. "I don't blame you. You might not have succeeded in freeing me from this hell, but you did save me. One last time I can hold you in my arms and kiss you, and we can pretend that everything will be fine. Just promise me one thing Mikey, just one thing." Staring lovingly into his brother's eyes he waited for an answer, after a slight nod from Michael, Lincoln continued. "Promise me, with me gone, you'll forget this break out, keep your head low and when your parole hearing comes, tell them why you did what you did, tell them it was the only way you could spend more time with me and that you needed just a little more time with me before I was sent to the chair. Don't mention the break out plan. When they grant you your parole, we both know they will because you could sweet talk the brown off brownies, go home, take care of LJ and be his daddy just like you promised him you would be. Take him to panama, get him laid by beautiful women and start a scuba shop with him." When he was done, he leaned in and stole a kiss from the younger man before him. It was a short, chaste kiss, but to them it was almost enough.
"I promise Linc." Michael whispered before leaning in for a longer, slower kiss. His brother was all he knew, and now he was losing him and had no idea how to handle it.
Neither Michael or Lincoln knew what to do with their new found freedom. It was a miracle the execution got delayed, then they just barely managed to figure out a new plan, and execute it. Now they were on the run and headed for Utah. They managed to get LJ out of a courthouse and he was now just as wanted as his dads. The first night they were all together, without any bars between them they sat around a campfire, reminiscing on previous camping trips, and sharing their hopes for the future. Michael told LJ how his dad had made him promise to get him laid by exotic women and make sure he lived his life.
"That will be pretty hard to do." Was all he said and both his dads broke out into deep rolls of laughter. "I guess watching you two made me decide I like abs more than boobs." He added as a joke, knowing full well that it had nothing to do with how he was raised, but that it was really down to how he was programmed. After several long moments of overdue laughter, they all settled and stared into the fire.
"We'll just have to find you a nice exotic young man then." His father stated while trying to refrain from breaking down again. However, this comment did nothing to calm his daddy and sent him into a whole new string of laughter.
"What about that French tutor your mom paid?" Michael finally asked when he sobered up. He gave his son/nephew a quizzical look, waiting on an answer.
"Well, she was my first, but there's a reason I never bragged about it, she told me that I better figure out if I really like girls because having sex with me was like shoving a used tampon in her pussy and it was kind of gross, she tried a couple times to get it up on her own and the last time she came over she brought her twin brother Dylan over. He's a soccer player, and has the body to go with it. Let's just say, she didn't like that Dylan said it was mind blowing to be with me and she had to play with herself to get to climax. I guess that's never happened for her before." He shrugged his shoulders and looked at the fire like it was no big deal to talk about this stuff with his dads.
"I guess he really is your son." Mike said to his brother.
Lincoln laughed and shook his head. In all honesty, the only reason he was able to get it up with Lisa and go through with it was because Mike had been sending him dirty pictures all day and promises of what he was doing to Lincoln when he got home from study hall. If it hadn't been for him being primed already, he never would have been able to go all the way with it. He would have stopped her before she could try to mount him like he did any other time. Keeping up pretense didn't mean he had to let that whore touch him in a way only Mike should, but this time he needed release and she was there. Thinking back on it now, he was glad that Michael had done all that, because now they had LJ and he wouldn't trade his son for anything.
Staring deep into his brother's vibrant blue eyes, Lincoln leaned in for a moment, placed a soft kiss on his lips and whispered, "Thank you for giving me my son." Michael wasn't confused, although he could see that LJ was, he knew the story of how Lincoln was able to go through with it. He'd punished Lincoln for three days after he slept with Lisa, and a week after she announced she was pregnant with his kid, but once they'd talked it over and decided it was better this way than trying to adopt later on anyway, Lincoln had been forgiven.
"No, thank you for giving me my son." And he meant it quite literally. After a fight in his senior year, Michael was left sterile and unable to have his own children. LJ was quite literally the closest thing he'd have to a child of his own. Once they were in Panama, no one would have to know that he and Linc were brothers, or that he was LJ's uncle. They could live as lovers with their child and no one had to be any wiser.
This was pure bliss for the three of them. Tomorrow they'd worry about how to get to Westmoreland's money without being seen, and from there to the Boishoi Booze. However, right now, in this moment, they were a family and they were happy.
