Fic: Haze

[interpretthis]

Title: Haze

Author: interpretthis

Fandom: Prison Break

Pairing: Alex/Michael

Genre: Slash

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Sexual Content

Summary: Set directly after 2x20 – "Panama".  Sucre sees the message Alex left in his name on goldfinch and warns Michael.  Michael decides to switch plans up a bit and reply.

Notes: For psych_30, prompt #21 "Rationalization".  Prompt table here.  Written for the wonderful skinny_bacon. :)

 

                I get the call from Sucre just as I’m about to leave the boat.  He’s frantic.  Goes on about an imposter, telling me how the message left on goldfinch wasn’t his, that there has to be a trap.  I calm him down, tell him I’ll deal with it and hang up, a sigh pushing up and out into the salty air.  I ease the blackberry out of my pocket and set to work with the reply, deleting things here, adding new things there.  It has to be just right.  Just right.

 

Dear Fox Catcher Seeker,

Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to tempt fugitives play with other people’s identities?  Most especially when the others still live, breathe and hold their own.  A change of plan is in order.  Fin Del Camino stays as rendezvous point.  I’ll be waiting just outside.  Waiting for you.  No one else.

-Fox

 

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                I feel Michael before I see him.  He’s tucked into a doorway set back into an apartment complex, black hoodie drawn up around his ears.  He turns before I speak, and our eyes lock.  Words flash between us as lightening would.  Unspoken, but there.  Mutual consent.  Not to run.  Mutual desire.  It’s there.  It’s had its place for far longer than I’d care to admit.  My unconscious harbored it until it became pressing.  Constant.  Obsessive.  There, there, there all the time.

 

                I follow him across the street, through a side door to the hotel, and up a flight of stairs.  He pauses outside a room 917 and slides a key out of his pocket.  Rubs at the lettering with his thumb.  Tosses it lightly in his palm.  I can almost feel the brilliant mind working its course inside his skull, and the simple beauty causes my breath to catch, as a weighty but not unpleasant force churns and settles in my abdomen.  The door is unlocked and open in a flash.  I follow him in.  There is nothing special about the room.  This sits right with me.  A normal room to balance the stark abnormality of the situation.

 

                I cross the room slowly and slide onto the window seat.  Michael settles down across from me, not but a foot away.  We look out the window.  Dusk is settling into the city.  There is a comfortable, all-encompassing warmth that makes me feel drowsy and dopey.  The fiery sun takes its time lowering itself, disappearing behind buildings as it casts a soft, burnt glow over the city.  I try to force my mind into itself.  I want not to focus on a thing, if only for a moment.  Relax into the cushion as the sun relaxes into the earth and float away.  I realize Michael has turned his face from the city to fix his gaze on me.  My voice is a hoarse whisper.

 

                “Why are we here?”

 

                Something slow flashes in Michael’s eyes and a part of me is angry for not being able to identify it.  His eyes are cool.  Blue.  Dampening and refreshing in the orange warmth.  Balance.

 

                “Why do you want to be here?”

 

                I give a soft chuckle at that, unable and rather unwilling to form any other sort of response.  My mind is finally conceding to my previous wish and slowing down.  I need it back.

 

                “I don’t kn - I don't…”

 

                My sentence hangs in the air, and we both know it won’t be finished.  I give up on trying to voice what we have, and as before, the answer we know to be true is transferred by means of a glance.  Silence settles in once more, though thicker, as if the room’s air is slowly being churned and growing heavier.

 

                We make it to the bed surprisingly quickly, all things considered.  The air is weightless once more, and dances across my bare chest as Michael pushes me back into the pillows.  I don’t need it, but I want it and he wants it and as his palm closes around my hardening cock, my mind takes a step backwards into the mental equivalence of the Middle Ages.  I fix my eyes on his face as he works, his lips slipping over the head of my cock, teasing and licking with a restrained fervor.  I sigh and tangle my fingers into his short, soft hair, exerting no pressure, but touching just to touch.  I think of the chase that led up to this moment, my thoughts dallying briefly on the irony that in the end, Michael was the one who initiated this.  I shift my hips up with a groan and give up on coherent thought.  Right is right now.  Michael whispers something about having wanted me for so long, his lips brushing the head of my cock as he does so.  I let out a short, choked laugh and come with a shudder.  Figures that sort of talk would set me off. 

 

                Michael scoots up to flop down against the pillow next to me, snaking his arms around my shoulders and pulling me to him.  The sheet is damp with sweat and clings to my back.  The lazy air floats around us, instilling the sort of calm we have not known for months.  Michael’s clothed form presses against me, but I don’t care and he doesn’t care and because we don’t care it’s okay.  My eyes slip shut in the calm.  I breathe in his ear.  Tell him I want to return the favor, barely able to form the words.  He smiles against my cheek and tells me there’s time for that.  Just sleep, he says.  I listen.

 

Comments

[accrues.livejournal.com]

Just fluffy really :) lovely. There should be more of this in the world.

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thank you! - more fluff in Alex's world would definitely be a good thing. Like your icon. :) *loves on icon*

[johanirae.livejournal.com]

Love this. Especially love the hesitation on mahone's reply :D Lovely fluffy piece

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

[the-t-blogger.livejournal.com]

Simple. Sweet. beautiful...
loved it!...michael/alex are just amazing together..

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thanks very much! They are, aren't they? :)

[galerandyaddict.livejournal.com]

daaaaaaaaaaaw <3
so sweet thx
(why arent ppl so keen on panamaincest??? :/XD )

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thank you! And they certainly should be! ;)

[pellamerethiel.livejournal.com]

Awwww, so fluffy and light-hearted! I just needed that, thanks!:D

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thanks very much!

[(Anonymous)]

*sighs happily* Thank you so much - that was just.....lovely.

From Louise

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[skinny-bacon.livejournal.com]

Awwwww. For me??? *huggles your wonderfulness*

And wow. That was just so brilliant and soft and serene and so very inevitable. A complete, dreamy glimpse into their hothothotman!sex world. Love it. Wow. Thanks so much for writing this one!

Oh, and this bit, the answer we know to be true is transferred by means of a glance - wow, that is so perfect for them. Excellent job, my friend!

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm very glad you liked it! *hugs back* Their hothothotman!sex world is my favorite. ;)

[deadbeat-nymph.livejournal.com]

Mmm... Hot... I can't believe how much I've come to like Michael/Mahone. I didn't think it possible, but fic like this has converted me. :)

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm glad we crazy shippers were able to do the job! Alex/Michael is a happy world. :)

[pamalax.livejournal.com]

Yummy stuff! Okay I know I get crazy when people do it to me but I'm still gonna do it...while I loved it I want MORE PLEASE!!

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thank you! And more Alex/Michael will always be coming. :)

[glassneko.livejournal.com]

mmm thank you.

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

You're welcome, and thank you. :)

[keepspinning.livejournal.com]

HEEE!! LOVE THIS!!~

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thanks! :)