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Michael found his voice first. „I missed you so much," he whispered tightly. His lips quivered.

Lincoln's heart clenched painfully at the intensity. Desperation wasn't the only thing those bright eyes he'd known all his life conveyed. There was also longing, flaming heat. And something he had almost forgotten in the past few years: Love. Nothing more, nothing less. The true reason, the only reason for everything. And it didn't take much, just a flicker in Michael's gaze, to remind Lincoln of it. The outside world was nothing. It faded away, lost in a single maelstrom of greyness and an indistinct rushing noise that was appeasing and heart-stirring at the same time. Nothing was important as long as the two of them were together. How could he forget this all those years?

Suddenly Lincoln couldn't hold back any longer. Panting heavily he shook off his transfixed state, turned Michael around and, gripping his shoulders, he kissed him on the mouth, hard and relentlessly, but Michael did not complain. Quite the contrary. He clung to his brother's strong arms and opend his mouth willingly, admitting the demanding tongue inside. His lack of resistance sparked a fire inside of Lincoln that had been simmering for a long time.

Somehow Michael's rear bumped violently against the basin. He made an indignant noise, and refusing to remove his lips from Lincoln's he manoeuvered them aside until his back hit the wall. Lincoln let himself be dragged along. The fire in his bowels spread frantically. Tasting Michael on his tongue, opening his sweet lips and claiming him as his again, filled him with long suppressed ecstasy. His lips left Michael's mouth and traced the slightly stubbled chin down to the skin of his throat which Michael offered without hesitation. A kiss here, a nibble to the earlobe there, then a long wet trail with the tongue down the throat again.

„Lincoln... mmh… Linc, oh God, Linc!"

Lincoln grinned against Michael's skin. This was definitely another Michael than the snobby little smart ass that could drive him into fury with his finickyness. With intense pleasure he bit down between Michael's neck and shoulder which elicited a deep growl, then he grabbed Michael's wrists, spread them wide and pressed them to the tiles.

„Oops. Seems you got me." Michael flirted so innocently that it made Lincoln laugh out loud. His head fell forward against Michael's neck and he had to stop his caresses because he was shaking with laughter. No wonder Michael had the doctor, Pope, Abruzzi, even T-Bag twisted around his little finger. This concoction of sweet innocence and trickiness was irresistible.

It had been a while since Lincoln laughed this heartily, but the noises died abruptly in his throat as Michael pushed his hips forward, letting him feel his arousal. Lincoln panted, drew his head back and… and saw the lopsided little smile on his brother's face that was so typical for him, though rare of late. You might mistake it for arrogance if you didn't know him, but Lincoln took it for what it was.

Michael needed challenges to define his own boundaries. So Lincoln gave him what he wanted. In one fast movement he pressed the length of his body against Michael who gasped at the action. With his arms stretched out wide he was caught between Lincoln's warm body and the cool tiles.

„Now I got you, Mikey," Lincoln grinned and took a moment to look at the man in front of him. Lips red and swollen from their wild kisses and in the crook of his neck bloomed the impression of Lincoln's teeth. He was beautiful. His eyes and his glowing body cried for more. Lincoln leaned in, rubbed his chin and nose against Michael's cheek and inhaled the familiar smell.

„What are you gonna do now?" he rasped against Michael's skin.

„I'm good at breaking out, right?"

„Just try," growled Lincoln nibbling along Michael's jawline. A split second later he moaned loudly as a hot tongue sneaked into his ear and, almost at the same time, a firm thigh pressed into his crotch and against his hard flesh.

„Aaah…"

„What d'you say now?" whispered Michael between kisses around Lincoln's ear.

„You can't escape, even if I let go of your arms."

Fact was, Lincoln himself didn't want his hands to stay where they were. He had always been a tactile person, now he wanted to touch more of Michael. Sparks crackled in his palms, his arms tickled, and his whole insides were aflame. All he could do was grab Michael's face in both hands and kiss him. Slowly, sensually and erotically. He sucked the full and soft lower lip between his lips and suckled on it, which drew a little whimper from Michael. He kissed both corners of the mouth, licked with the tip of his tongue over the vertical scar on Michael's upper lip.

Michael's hips rocked in a steady rhythm, he rubbed himself on Lincoln's thigh and he made adorable little noises so that Lincoln couldn't help joining in. His well-nigh painfully hard cock cheered as it got more friction. For a moment Lincoln feared his knees would give out. The prickling crept as far as his little toes, and he panted into Michael's mouth. Too much was happening. He couldn't concentrate on all of it. Kissing and rubbing. Clutching. Touching. Kissing. Smelling. Tasting. And rubbing and kissing again… His head swirled, dizzy with the exuberance of the sweetest sentiments. He had to let go of the beautiful lips if he wanted to keep his footing. His head fell forward, breaking their kiss. Which Michael obviously didn't like. He grabbed Lincoln's neck, trying to get back to his mouth. But at Lincoln's unarticulate grunt and the heaviness of his head against Michael's shoulder, Michael just settled with kissing Lincoln's cheek, his ear and the stubbly chin.

As if in a fever Lincoln's hands wandered erratically across Michael's torso. Stroked over his back - right now Michael was only supported by his shoulders against the wall -, stroked over his naked arms, shoulders, passed the ribs and finally grabbed Michael by the waist, settling there. Not for long, though. Restless as they were the hands slipped down lower and met fabric. Why the hell was Michael still wearing these damn shorts? Hot fingers slid underneath the waistband and pushed it down a bit. He was just about to ditch the unnecessary piece of clothing when Michael lifted one leg and hooked it around Lincoln. Their crotches met in most heavenly contact. The formerly annoying undergarment was now forgotten. Lincoln's right hand was inside of it, kneading Michael's ass, whose muscles flexed with each forward movement. His left hand held Michael's thigh, supporting both their movements.

Michael's hands clawed Lincon's t-shirt, tearing at it, holding onto it. Why am I still dressed? Lincoln asked himself in a corner of his brain that wasn't flooded with sex. It made no difference, though. He felt Michael's heat all the same. He felt the hard cotton-clad penis rubbing gradually faster and harder against his own. There was no time to undress. Not now. Not for a split second could he break contact between their bodies.

The sounds Michael made with each breath only encouraged Lincoln. They drove him into a narrowing upward spiral closer to delirium, until Michael, whose hands were clasped behind his brother's neck, suddenly trembled in his arms. The ecstatic panting ended in a sob and Michael stiffened. For several seconds he didn't move a muscle. Then he exhaled with one more shiver and relaxed, practically melting. Open mouthed Lincoln watched the orgasm mirrored on Michael's face. And he was smitten. So beautiful, so angelic and sexy. It was the most sublime view he'd ever seen. But as Lincoln suddenly felt the pressure of hands on his buttocks pressing his cock with unmistakable intent against a muscular thigh, the reverential amazement was blown away instantly. He groaned loudly and rocked his hips forward two or three times, then he felt his own climax wash over him like a huge wave threatening to throw him off his feet. He fought not to tear his eyes away from Michael's as he came. Blue eyes watching him lovingly and without blinking. Maybe he cried Michael's name out loud, maybe it just exploded in his head into thousands of starsplinters disappearing in every direction.

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tbc.