Brothers & Boxers, Teen, 1/1 Michael /Lincoln, 4-29-07,

[alienmom]

Brothers & Boxers

By alienmom

Prison Break
Teen
Teen Michael/ Lincoln
Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, you have it all, and I’m merely lint in the great navel of life.
Author’s Note: I'm still a non-writer, but this conversation popped into my head because of this donut drabble incentiveThis is a companion piece, sort of, to Quality Control (references to “mom” is my original character, not their real mother, who has passed away), and set several years later, when Michael is 16 years old.

Brothers & Boxers

“Are those mine?”

“Dunno”

“They are!”

“How can you tell?”

“The creases!”

“I didn’t have any clean ones.”

“Mom gave those to me.”

“Your point?”

“She gave you a pair, too, where are they?”

“Vee took ‘em.”

“Get them back.”

“They look cute on her.”

“Well, mine don’t look cute on you. Give them up!”

“No!”

“Really, take them off!”

“Make me!”

Pounce, grapple, wrestle, tackle, thud, thump!

A triumphant Michael swings his prize over his head. “I’m the man!”

“I wouldn’t brag about wrestling my brother out of his underwear, people would get the wrong idea about you.”

“I’m telling Mom you said that!”

“Whatever.”

“Admit it Linc, you just getting old and slow.”

“Right, I let you have your stupid boxers back.”

“Too many donuts weighing you down?”

“Don’t want to wear them anymore, anyway.”

“Sure you don’t.”

“They look gay.”

“I’m telling Mom you said that too!”

“Go ahead, I’ll tell her you iron your underwear.”

“Some guys care about their personal appearance, can actually manage to button their shirts.”

“Vee says I look sexy.”

“You look like a worn out lounge lizard.”

“Says the guy, whose only girlfriend is his right hand!”

Pounce, grapple, wrestle, tackle, thud, thump!

The End