interpretthis | Fic: Made to be Broken (Reply)

Title: Made to be Broken

Author: interpretthis

Fandom: Prison Break

Pairing: Alex/Michael

Rating: NC-17

Genre: Slash

Summary: Michael came to slowly, consciousness flowing in with the curl of arms around his waist.
Notes: Set just after "Sona". Ringing in season three with a load of gratuitous PWP!
Warnings: Hot boys having hot sex.

Michael came to slowly, consciousness flowing in with the curl of arms around his waist. He heard something dripping far off in the ether and had enough base awareness even in half-sleep to know that whatever it was hadn’t meet anything as pure as water since the age of the dinosaurs. The arms trailing around his torso tightened, pulling him against a length of taut muscle, a length of…someone. Michael’s eyes shot open, a sharp sting of cold air searing the insides of his nostrils as he inhaled quickly. Even in the darkness of the early morning he recognized those hands and his panic dimmed. He settled his head back into the folded crook of his arm and stared at the graffitied wall facing him.

“Alex,” the declaration came out as more of a moan than he’d intended it to be. Hot breath fanned across the crook of his neck as he tried to keep his mind from imploding and caving in on itself all at once. He felt the warm press of lips against the head of his spine, where the column met the short down of his hair. He groaned and gripped one of Alex’s hands with his own, feeling the older man against his thigh.

“I was afraid I wouldn’t find you,” Alex’s voice was rough in his ear, going straight to his cock.

“I thought you were supposed to hate me now,” Michael forced out around a groan.

“Maybe,” he kissed along what he could reach of Michael’s jaw, “but by now I think we’ve both realized we’re through with playing by the rules.”

Michael chose to say nothing, taking the moment to arch back into Alex as the older man delved his hands under the hem of Michael’s shirt, splaying them, warm and rough, across the unseen maze of ink, their sweat mingling in the dark. Michael braced his free hand against the wall, hardly daring to believe he’d woken up. Escape. Chase. Capture. How long now since this had been coming? He found he didn’t care. He’d leave the specifics to someone with a controlled, lucid mind. Spots flared behind Michael’s clenched eyes as he fought the urge to flip around and rut against Alex like there was no tomorrow.

Michael’s cock pulsed against its denim cell, aching for a touch – just one – from the deft hands now running across Michael’s slick abdomen. He gave a soft cry as he felt Alex jut against his hip from behind, the other man’s erratic breathing still harsh in his ear. With the second thrust Alex flipped Michael around, pressing the younger man’s back to the wall as hungry lips went after hungry lips in a slick battle of tongues and groans. Alex reached down between them, fumbling at the zipper of Michael’s jeans, shunting them down his legs with an accidental scratch to the younger man’s inner thigh. The sharp pain only served to heighten Michael’s arousal and he ground forward instinctively, making contact not with Alex’s hip, but with the other’s grasping hand. Alex fisted Michael quickly, watching with rapture as Michael’s eyes slipped shut, his teeth clenched tightly. Alex’s lungs heaved, his heart working double-time against his ribs as he fought to remove his own jeans one-handed. He gave a growl, releasing Michael’s bobbing cock to shuck his pants, trying to grab them off quickly as they bunched against his ankles. Michael whimpered and watched wide-eyed, his gaze on Alex’s own erection. With a final groan, Alex kicked his pants off and turned back to Michael, grabbing him around the waist to crush their hips together as their lips worked furiously, eager to glean penance for every lost moment they’d spent in denial since the day in the elevator. Michael grasped Alex’s head closer, searing kiss after searing kiss tearing through them as he threaded his hands through the other’s disheveled hair, their cocks pumping together, slick and hard. The roiling tangle of white-hot wire in Michael’s abdomen clenched and he came hard, his head falling back into the wall behind him. Alex joined him quickly afterwards, his release shooting across Michael’s cock and thighs like liquid fire. It was a few moments before their breathing slowed, their hearts winding down in their chests. Alex groaned and inched his way closer to Michael, taking his long-time quarry in his arms and gripping him tightly.

They gazed at each other for a moment, each silently marveling the other. Marveling the fact that they now lay together, sticky with semen but happy, immeasurably happy. Marveling the fact that it’d taken so long to happen.

Alex leaned forward slightly, closing the few inches it took to touch their lips together, all urgency gone to be replaced with compassion. Michael let his eyes slip shut and grinned, running a hand habitually through Alex’s mussed hair, as if he’d been doing it forever.

“You’re right Alex,” he breathed.

Alex gave a contented sigh, pressing his forehead to Michael’s. “Right about what?”

Michael traced his lover’s lips, his eyes still shut, an immense calm settling in where before had dwelled an almost constant panic.

“Rules are overrated.”

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