Moving Day: Lochte/Phelps (NC-17) 3/3
~Chapter 3~
11:12 PM
Ryan grabbed for the remote beside him blindly, turning off the TV with a grunt of triumph once he found the elusive black and silver object hidden beneath the blanket he and Michael had just been sharing. Where is Michael anyway? The reruns of Law and Order had just ended, and since it was the middle of July there was certainly nothing worth watching on network TV, and Sports Center had already aired twice tonight. Instead of filling his mind with repetitious and ridiculous sales pitches from the paid programming that now occupied TNT’s airtime, Ryan set himself to work, sketching out some new designs for the spring collection of his clothing line. He was in the middle of completing a new belt buckle when he heard an oddly familiar beat come through the speakers hanging in the living room. When he recognized the nasally, teenaged boy’s voice come over the stereo system, he sat up with a start. Shit. Michael found my secret stash of Backstreet Boys cds.
In reality, Michael had selected his soundtrack for the evening from his own music collection. He’d been a closeted boy band fan when he was 12, but then again who wouldn’t have been with two older sisters completely obsessed with Nick Carter and Justin Timberlake. They may not have made the best music in the world, but it was catchy and would serve his purpose for the evening. Michael did a quick once-over in the mirror to make sure everything was in place before getting a running start and sliding across the hardwood floor and into the living room.
Ryan turned to look down the dim hallway when he heard loud thumping across the floorboards and was greeted with a half naked Michael sliding out in front of him Risky Business-style in just a white button down t-shirt, boxers, black socks and his signature black Ray bans. At first Ryan wanted to burst out laughing at his partner’s attempt to rock out to an old school Backstreet Boys song, What was it called again? Something to do with needing a bad boy... but his ready-fire insult found itself lodged in his throat as Michael began swaying his hips in a slow and seductive manner.
Michael was silently praying to whatever god would listen that he wasn’t looking as goofy and as awkward as he felt in that moment. This was their first night officially living together and he wanted to do something special and sexy for Ryan to celebrate. And what could be better than a good, old fashioned strip tease? He bit his bottom lip in concentration as he moved his body in rhythm with the music blaring over the sound system, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, revealing his chest and stomach to an awed Ryan frozen on the couch.
Once Ryan realized what was going on he sat back in the couch, pushing his glasses up to get a better view of the six foot-four inch frame dancing erotically before him. He’d never pegged Michael to be the type to pull something like this off, but the way he was moving was having a very real effect on Ryan’s growing erection.
Thump. That was until now. Ryan quickly jumped off of the couch to kneel down beside a seemingly uninjured, but supremely embarrassed Michael. “Baby, are you okay?”
“I’m fine…” Michael grumbled as he pushed himself up from the floor, his boxers tangled around his ankles. He had been making a move towards Ryan to give him his best impression of a lap dance when his annoying undergarment refused to actually remove itself from his awkwardly long legs. “God… why does my body have to be shaped so weird?”
“I don’t think you’re shaped weird. I think every inch of your body is sexy and beautiful and I love you.” Ryan leaned in to press an encouraging kiss to Michael’s lips, groaning softly as his tongue was granted entrance into Michael’s mouth.
“Mmm no, see… this was what I was trying to avoid.” Michael pulled back from the kiss suddenly, leaning back to keep Ryan at a safe distance.
“What…?” Ryan’s voice was a little dazed from the intensity of the kiss that had come to such a hasty end. “You came out here doing a sexy dance, but wanted to avoid sex?”
“No, I wanted to avoid you starting sex. You always take the lead and I wanted to be the one to initiate things, you know?”
“Not really… I didn’t think it was a problem. I mean, I don’t mind making the first move. I know this is way more new to you than it is to me.”
Michael really didn’t want tonight to turn into a discussion of his insecurities. Tonight was supposed to be fun and romantic and now he was being a total Debbie Downer. “And I hate that it’s more new to me than it is to you. I know that you’ve… been with guys before and you know what you’re doing while I’m all awkward and not sexy and stupid…”
Ryan reached out to gently lift Michael’s chin to force him to look up. “Hey. You’re not stupid and you’re not, not sexy… Just because I’ve had sex with other guys doesn’t mean that I know everything. Our relationship is totally new and exciting and every time we make love I’m surprised at the new things I find out about myself. About my body and how good you make it feel. If there was a problem with our sex life, you would know it.”
Ryan’s striking blue eyes reinforced his words with an undertone of sincerity that his voice couldn’t quite express and Michael found himself trapped in his loving gaze. He leaned in to press his lips to Ryan’s, moaning softly in relief to know that he hadn’t made a fool of himself and that his insecurities, while still very present, could be put to rest for the night. He guided Ryan back onto the couch without once breaking the searing kiss, his hands working quickly to untie the drawstring on Ryan’s sweatpants, shimmying them off of his hips.
Ryan lifted his hips to allow for Michael to undress him, his cock pressed firmly to his stomach as Michael continued to tease his mouth with his tongue. He gave Michael a slight pout as he removed his lips to tease the skin of his abdomen and chest, his tongue delving in to every curve of his muscles, causing Ryan to hiss with pleasure, arching his back with a whimper of need for more contact.
Michael was content to tease each of Ryan’s nipples for several minutes longer, nipping and licking at his sensitive flesh but when he felt Ryan press his wanton cock into his stomach he knew he had other business to attend to. He spread Ryan’s legs further apart to give him better access to his throbbing erection, his velvet tongue first teasing Ryan’s perfectly toned thighs.
Ryan couldn’t stop himself from writhing with desire beneath the younger man’s talented tongue and he tangled his fingers into Michael’s hair, hoping to guide him to where he really needed his mouth to be. He groaned his lover’s name loudly when he was finally given the stimulation he so desperately wanted.
Michael knew exactly which parts of Ryan’s cock to arouse as he took the time to lap at the underside of his throbbing member before relaxing his jaw to take in Ryan’s entire length. He felt Ryan’s fingers move to the base of his skull, gently massaging his tense neck and he groaned softly to send pleasurable vibrations along the shaft. His hand meanwhile slipped between the flesh of Ryan’s ass to tease his entrance lightly, pressing two fingers past his tight muscles. Michael found himself grinding his hips against the couch, the sight of Ryan thrashing beneath him in pleasure made his own cock rock hard and anxious for release.
Ryan cried out loudly as he slowly rolled his hips forward, his fingers keeping Michael’s head steady as he thrust in and out of Michael’s mouth and back against his fingers, keeping a slow and steady pace. “Fuck Michael… I’m gonna fuckin’ cum if you keep this up…”
Michael slowly released Ryan’s cock with a soft pop and licked his lips clean of spit and precum that had leaked from his lover’s member, his tongue lightly flicking over the head to savor every last drop. “Mmm we wouldn’t want that, now would we baby?”
It took Ryan a few moments to catch his breath and focus on what Michael was doing next. He found the younger man suddenly on top of him, straddling him as he reached over into the side table to remove condoms and lube, preparing himself and Ryan for intercourse.
Michael dipped down to trace Ryan’s lips with his tongue, whispering seductively, “I wanna ride you. I want you to fuck me until it hurts.”
Ryan could only groan in response from the nasty words spilling out of Michael’s mouth and he could barely find his grip on Michael’s hips as he lowered himself down onto Ryan’s condom-sheathed cock.
11:59 PM
What transpired next was perhaps the dirtiest, nastiest, and raunchiest sex Ryan or Michael had ever experienced. The intensity of each man’s libido was surprising as they each moved in synch with each other’s forceful thrusts, shoving the couch back against the wall repeatedly as they cried out in pleasure.
Somehow Ryan ended up on top of Michael, shivering as his body came down from its natural high, his fingertips trailing down along Michael’s now slick abdomen to trace the Olympic rings tattoo on his right hip. “That was fucking incredible…”
The muscles of Michael’s abdomen tightened as Ryan trailed his fingers down along his already over-stimulated body. His lips currently were teasing a particularly sensitive spot behind Ryan’s ear as he mumbled his response, “I’m just thankful the neighbors aren’t back from their vacation yet.” He chuckled softly as his fingers found their way in Ryan’s damp curls, content to lay with him in this position for the rest of the night.
Ryan shifted ever so slightly to find a more comfortable position, conscious of the fact that he was still buried inside Michael, resting his head on the younger man’s chest. “Yeah… a noise complaint wouldn’t look very good on our records. Plus, that would mean my dad was right.”
“Please tell me your dad didn’t say something about our sex life.” Michael shut his eyes tightly, pretending to pray. “Please, please tell me he didn’t say anything about how loud I am.”
“What…?” Ryan sat up, propping his chin on Michael’s chest, looking at him quizzically. “He just said that I’d probably end up getting us in trouble within the first twenty four hours of us living together. And how would my dad know how loud you are, the last time we… Oh, right, I forgot about Thanksgiving… that was bad.”
Michael leaned in to press a soft kiss to Ryan’s lips; his prepared response was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. Ryan sat up with wide eyes, glancing down at Michael before hopping up off of the couch. “Whatever it was, I didn’t do it.”
“Ryan…”
~El Fin~