Title: Tie My Hands (8/?)
Pair: Phelps/Lochte
Rating: pg13 (...as the angst goes up, the porn goes down...)
Summary: Michael Phelps and Ryan Lochte? They were the best worst-kept secret of the swimming world. And Michael didn't like it.
THIS IS A WORK IN PROGRESS
Tie My Hands, Part 1: When Hilary Wants To Throw the Calender Away. Tie My Hands,
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Okay, I went through like, SIX complete emotional ranges in the course of reading this, some of them more than once.
Amusement when Michael said the thing about showing and Ryan choked on the bread. Happiness when they had their little banter about basketball. EXTREME JOY when Michael showed Ryan the paper and they kissed and all that and just thinking about it makes my heart hurt now.
A little tinge of pain when Michael saw Ryan looking at him like that after he and Ian came out of the bathroom. Weird joy at Michael getting mad over Bob basically calling Ryan the bullshit that Michael was supposed to drop. Unease when Ryan won and Michael couldn't even fake a smile. Nervousness when Ryan started to talk to Michael about being exclusive. INTENSE FEELING OF SADNESS AND PAIN OVER MICHAEL'S IDIOCY.
I think this fic is going to literally kill me. I may have a heart attack if Michael breaks Ryan's heart AGAIN. DDD:
But I'd read it anyway. Which says a lot, if you read back through my giant comment.
Hmmm, I meant to say that I loved this story and couldn't wait for the next part. Hopefully, you somehow got that out of all this.
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