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26 December 2012 @ 08:18 pm
Prison Break - Three Times Michael Stood Under the Mistletoe  
Title: Three Times Michael Stood Under the Mistletoe
Author: clair_de_lune
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Michael/Veronica, Michael/Lincoln, Michael/Sara (Each "time" can be read independently if some of the pairings aren't your cup of tea.)
Categories: Het, slash
Rating: PG-13/R
Warning: Underage (for Michael/Veronica though not much happens), incest
Word Count: ~ 830
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: What the title says. (Pre-series, post-series, alternate canon)
Author’s note: For tuesdaeschild who suggested Michael and mistletoe.

Thanks to tuesdaeschild for the read-through.


“Whatever, go ahead,” Lincoln shouts at them from the kitchen. Then, like an afterthought: “But no tongue!”

Veronica rolls her eyes and cups Michael’s face between her hands. Michael ignores Lincoln’s crude green light. Anything Linc may say is blurred away by the warmth and the quiet happiness of the moment anyway, allowing Michael to focus on Vee palming his jaw, on her fingers grazing his cheek bones and mercifully covering his blushing. She holds him with care, like something precious and dear. He half-closes his eyes in anticipation. His face burns with embarrassment and his heart pounds in his chest, but he’s fourteen – fourteen and a quarter, really – and standing under the mistletoe with his brother’s girlfriend; girlfriend for whom he has a bad case of puppy love. He’s not backing off, no matter how rude Lincoln can get.

Vee has to rise on her toes and lean against him, her hands curling a bit more tightly and her breasts pressing into his chest. Warm and soft and smooth, the pressure of her mouth on his, a bit of moistness, and more than a hint of tongue sweeping across his bottom lip. She winks at him, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. He gasps and kisses her back on pure need and instinct, again and again, keeping it up until more nasty comments gush from Lincoln.

When he takes down the mistletoe two days into the New Year, he doesn’t throw it away. He keeps it in his bedroom.


He’s drunk. It will be his excuse, being drunk. More than he thinks he is, but less than Lincoln imagines, which is convenient: it means Lincoln won’t question – much – what Michael’s about to do. And the risk that the people around them say or notice anything at all is minimal. They’re Lincoln’s friends, most of them either drunk or high, the others not giving a fuck.

The mistletoe hangs from the ceiling in the middle of the crappy living room, and when Lincoln steps a bit too close, steps right under it near Michael, Michael draws him into a graceless hug; arms wrapping, hands gripping, lips crushing Linc’s. And there’s tongue, for the record. It’s a full, real kiss, deep and demanding, with tongue and saliva, teeth grazing firm lips and gasps sucked into sharp intakes of air.

The real surprise, though, comes from Lincoln kissing him with so much softness and tenderness that Michael isn’t sure he can handle it. In a brush of tongue and a press of lips, Lincoln soothes, comforts, and gives more than Michael could have ever fantasized.

“Never do that again, Michael,” his brother tells him later, standing at the door of his room.

Michael is already half asleep in his bed, but he manages to raise his head and smirk. “Why?” he drawls. His lips are still tingling from the kiss, but he can’t go there. “You seemed to like it.”

Lincoln’s face is stern and inexpressive, hard as a rock. Michael wishes he could get up and kiss him again and make him soft and pliant again against him and...

“I did.”

Lincoln closes the door and leaves Michael in the dark.


He dances Sara under the mistletoe. Sneaky though not very subtle, his hands around her waist and the tip of his fingers brushing the small of her back, right where it curves into her bottom, because there are other people in the room – Linc and Sofia and LJ and Sucre and... – but it’s dark enough and it’s not like any of them pay attention to them. More importantly, they’re alive and he doesn’t care about anything else.

Sara grins and kisses him.

Scratch that.

Sara grins and gives him the most indecent kiss he’s ever been given under the mistletoe. Tongue licking into his mouth, full body contact and stomach rubbing against his crotch. She’s a naughty woman, rubbing like that against him – it can only lead to...

He pins her tighter against him, holding onto her for dear life, everything else disappearing in face of the perfection of the moment. He doesn’t feel anything but her warmth, doesn’t hear anything but her breath into his ear, doesn’t smell anything but the scent of her skin and hair. He’s happily drowning into her and he doesn’t try to kiss her back. Body, mind and soul aflame, he lets her do whatever she wants with him – and who cares about Lincoln telling them to get a room or Sucre suggesting that, maybe, it’s time for the guests to leave.

Eventually, she tilts her head back and looks him in the eye. If he was a little bit less gone, he’d notice that she’s as affected as he is, flushed and breathless, ready to melt into his arms.

Her words cut through his haze of lust and love.

“You do know you don’t need mistletoe to kiss me, right, Scofield?”

Sucre is right: maybe it is time for the guests to leave.

--If you enjoyed this, please consider leaving comments or kudos on LJ or at AO3. Thanks for reading :)
Current Mood: okayokay
Maz (or foxxy!): Michael in Santa Hattuesdaeschild on December 27th, 2012 02:30 pm (UTC)
Aha!! "like an afterthought"!! Perfect! *high fives*

You know I loved all three occasions of Michael with mistletoe but somehow Michael/Vee just hit that spot. Maybe it was fourteen and a quarter Michael; maybe it wasn't...but I loved it!

That Michael was drunker than he thought he was and less drunk than Lincoln imagined was such a perfect contrast...but at least Michael succeeded in getting some sort of response from Lincoln, even if Lincoln washed his hands of all that sort of thing, as it were. :)

Michael/Sara is always perfect in a very het kind of way...but horny Michael/Sara is probably the best!! :)

Thank you, my dear. That made Christmas so much more fun!
Clair de Lune: pb - michael5clair_de_lune on December 29th, 2012 05:30 pm (UTC)
Yes, I'm afraid the like an afterthought has a "let's him play - but not too much" quality :-p

Michael has a bad evaluation of the situation right from the beginning with Lincoln, from how drunk he is to Lincoln's possible reactions.

Michael/Sara... They're so cute, even horny Michael/Sara stays cute ;)

Thank you for the prompt, Foxy, and happy you liked it!
Maz (or foxxy!): Tattooed and Prettytuesdaeschild on December 29th, 2012 06:42 pm (UTC)
"let's him play - but not too much"... :-p

Because Lincoln will indulge Michael...but not too much!

Michael has a bad evaluation of the situation right from the beginning with Lincoln...

Michael rarely gets it so wrong...but maybe this was a case of his hormones ruling his considerable brain!

And yes, even horny those two are still cute!! ;)

You're welcome...you made it work so well so thank you!


happy is as happy does: Barack kissing Michelle. (don't hate)happywriter06 on December 27th, 2012 07:44 pm (UTC)
My fave is M/V. There's such sweetness there! It feels like canon.
Clair de Lune: pb - veronicaclair_de_lune on December 29th, 2012 05:30 pm (UTC)
Everybody knows that Michael had a crush on Veronica - or maybe it's just my personal fanon ;)
Thanks a lot!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on December 31st, 2012 08:45 pm (UTC)
Puppy-love for Veronica! I can completely see that, and I don't think it ever quite left.

The M/L one was also yummy, and I liked that Lincoln both liked it and knew that he liked it too much. Sometimes that's the burden of being older.
Clair de Lune: pb - brothers4clair_de_lune on January 3rd, 2013 01:06 am (UTC)
Puppy-love for Veronica is part of the canon for me.

Exactly. Michael can't get what he wants, but Lincoln can't get what he wants and must be the one who stops it if things go too far.
Glad you found it yummy ;)