Fic-Post: Why can't Thursday last forever? | Chapter 6/6 (Swimming RPS)
Title: Why can't Thursday last forever?
Chapter: 6/6 - You say, "Shut up and kiss me!"
Pairing: Ryan Lochte/Michael Phelps
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,450 (overall around 20,000)
Summary: yeah ... ~that
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: most definitely not
Author's Note: inspired by the song 'For Baltimore' by All Time Low. Each chapter-title is a line out of the song.
here we are, at the end. thank you to everyone who read the story and said so many nice things about it, you guys are all amazing!
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5
6. YOU SAY “SHUT UP AND KISS ME!”
Ryan and Michael stumble up the stairs, almost falling a few times, both being unable to let go off the other for just a few seconds. Letting go seems like the most impossible thing in the world right now. They still manage to shed each other of their t-shirts, letting them drop onto the steps of the staircase.
Michael steers Ryan into his bedroom and towards his bed, but his feet get caught in something and he pulls away from Ryan. The other man flops down on the bed and switches on the light on the nightstand while Michael picks up a t-shirt. A t-shirt that he has not left laying on the floor because it isn’t his in the first place. He looks at the bright orange Florida Gators writing and then looks at Ryan with a raised eyebrow.
“So I slept in here a few nights last week, sue me!” Ryan defends himself.
Michael laughs and balls the t-shirt up, tossing it a few feet away from him before he gets onto the bed, crawling up Ryan’s body. His breath ghosts across the tanned chest and the older man shudders and squirms, his hands reaching around to Michael ass and pulls him flush against his crotch, the action making Michael’s breath hitch.
Michael dips his head down, alternating between kissing, sucking and lightly biting along Ryan’s neck and jawline, the wandering hands and ragged breathing he receives in return making him confident about his actions. Michael has never really went there, at least not with a guy, but if Ryan’s noises are any indicator, he is doing pretty great so far.
“God, Mike … please, just … please.”
Michael kisses Ryan again, sucking and nibbling on his bottom lip. Ryan slips his fingers underneath the waistband of Michael pants and boxers, roughly grabbing Michael’s ass, making the dark-haired man see stars.
“Shit, Ryan.”
“Pants off, Mike. Now.”
Ryan pulls and tugs at Michael’s pants and he wriggles out of them, leaving him only in his underwear. Ryan palms Michael’s hardening dick through the thin material, making his arms give out and collapse on top of Ryan.
“You have … no idea … how long … I’ve been waiting for … this.” Ryan’s getting out between heavy breaths.
“Want you, Ryan. Want you so much.”
A nod is the only thing Ryan manages, grinding against Michael, letting the sensations from that simple action wash over him.
“You’re … too much … clothes.”
Michael sits up and starts fumbling open Ryan’s belt and jeans, tugging at the pant-legs until he manages to get the fabric off him, making relatively short work of his boxers right after.
And suddenly Ryan is there spread out underneath him, naked and flushed and breathing heavy, bucking his hips up against Michael straddling him. He dips back down and seals their lips in a kiss, the other man snaking his arms around Michael’s shoulders and responding intensely.
Michael slowly begins kissing down Ryan’s body. His jaw, his neck, his collarbones. He circles Ryan’s nipples with his tongue, drowning in the sounds the other man is making, feeling his erratic hearbeat and his hard cock brushing up against his stomach and he smiles a little to himself and against the skin under his lips. He drags his teeth along Ryan’s ribcage and sucks a little on the skin covering his abs. He strokes his fingers across Ryan’s thighs as his lips get to the other man’s hip, slightly biting down.
Ryan is holding onto the sheets with his fists so tightly that his knuckles turn white, trying his hardest not keep his hips still and not knock his knees into Michael’s chest. But he is only human and can stand just so much teasing before he is going to completely lose it and make a fool out of himself, coming before Michael has even touched him properly.
And suddenly he feels something again. That something that has distracted him quite a few times at Trials. He raises his head and there is Michael, intensely looking at him.
“If you had any idea how hot you look right now.” Michael says, his breath ghosting on Ryan’s over-sensitive skin.
“Mike … please, just … oh god, please …” is all that Ryan get manage to get out, bucking his hips up to keep in contact with Michael's mouth on them.
“Please what, Ryan? What do you want me to do?” He sucks at the jut of Ryan’s hipbone.
“Jesus Christ! Fuck!” Ryan’s hips snap up automatically.
Michael smiles against Ryan’s skin. Had someone told him a month ago that he would have Ryan Lochte on his bed, naked and in a shuddering, inarticulate mess, and that Michael was mere seconds away from taking his dick into his mouth, he would’ve told them to continue dreaming because no way in hell that was ever going to happen. But alas, here he is. And here is Ryan, writhing on his crumpled sheets, making sounds Michael hadn’t even imagined before. And the sights and sounds give him a confidence he didn’t even know he had and he darts out his tongue, licking against the skin on Ryan’s cock.
“Oh god! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Yes … oh my God.”
Ryan thrashes his head back into the pillows and his knees shoot up on either side of Michael’s torso, his heels digging into the sheets, and Michael is fast enough to pin Ryan’s hips against the mattress with his hands. Ryan moves around a lot when he’s turned on, something Michael files away for future reference.
Michael is licking up Ryan’s shaft again, this time swirling his tongue around the head, before wrapping his lips around it and sucking down again. At that point, Ryan is way beyond the capability of forming words, he’s just making short cut-off noises, like his voice is giving up on him on the way out. Michael is repeating the motion a few times, just for good measure. Licking up Ryan’s cock, letting his tongue circle the head, before sucking down again, getting used to the taste of Ryan on his tongue. The other man’s moaning gets louder and louder and his hands are now resting on Michael’s head, digging into his scalp.
Michael lets Ryan’s dick slip out of his mouth with a slurping sound and moves on to lightly nip on Ryan’s balls, one of his hands fisting around his dick, slowly jerking him off. Ryan nearly screams at that point and Michael has to use actual force to keep his hips still.
“Shit, Mike … I’m gonna … fuuuuuuuck …”
Ryan’s breathing picks up even more and his back arches off the bed and not that Michael has any reference, but he’s sensing that Ryan is close, very close.
Michael’s lips leave Ryan’s skin, his hand moves to cradle his balls. His tongue returns to licking up the skin of Ryan’s cock and he’s sucking on the underside of it, before he’s taking him into his mouth again.
“Oh holy … shitshitshit, that’s it Mike … fuck … oh God … fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”
The next thing Michael registers is Ryan’s dick twitching between his lips before he’s coming down his throat with a long drawn-out moan. Michael swallows around him, causing Ryan’s breath to hitch, and gives Ryan a few more licks as he’s riding out his orgasm, feeling the other man’s body relax and go limp against the mattress again. Michael let’s Ryan’s dick pop out of his mouth and then moves up, leaning above him, supporting his weight on his outstretched arms. Ryan is laying below him, eyes closed, trying to catch his breath, a look of complete and utter bliss on his face, his forehead glistening from sweat. Michael has seen the world, but he has never seen something quite so breathtaking.
And suddenly Ryan opens his eyes and there is intense blue looking back at him. He smiles and Ryan smiles back and before Michael can register what’s going on, Ryan has pulled him down and crushes their lips together, eagerly sucking on Michael’s lips and tongue, tasting a combination of the two of them. He pulls Michael close and rolls them over so he’s sprawled out on top of him. Where Michael was slow and deliberately teasing, Ryan is eager and hurried, like he cannot wait to return the favour to Michael and send him straight up onto cloud nine.
He sits up and drags his fingernails across Michael’s chest, dipping down every so often to smoothen the light scratches with his lips or tongue. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of Michael’s boxers and pulls them down in one swift movement, shoving them off Michael’s legs and tossing them onto the floor.
Ryan just hovers above Michael, staring at his hard cock resting against his stomach with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He moves his palm along the shaft, watching pre-come leak out at the tip.
“Damn kid!” is all he says, before he holds onto the base and takes Michael’s cock into his mouth, not wasting any time.
“Oh Jesus!” Michael spits out and he is pretty sure he actually blacks out for a second or two.
Michael has never been the sexually overcharged type (at least not in the way Ryan is), he doesn’t get moody when he doesn’t get laid. But just after a few licks and sucks on his cock courtesy of Ryan Lochte, he can’t see himself going just a day without Ryan’s mouth on him anymore.
Ryan bobs his head up and down at an impressive speed and his thumbs rub against the tattoos on Michael’s hips. Every so often he lets out a moan around Michael’s dick and Michael is pretty sure he can feel the vibrations all the way up to his ears. When the moans intensify and come in shorter intervals, Michael raises his head and sees Ryan rub his crotch against the mattress, desperately seeking friction.
“Ryan … Ry … Ry, look at me.” Michael pants.
Ryan looks up and he must like what he sees, because he smiles around Michael’s dick and winks at him, sucking Michael’s cock deeper into mouth.
“Oh god, Ryan … s-s-stop, stopstopstop!”
The movements still and Ryan let’s Michael’s penis slip out of his mouth. He looks at him with a hint of panic on his face. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No baby, it’s all good. Just … come here.”
Ryan smiles at the nickname and crawls up Michael’s body, inhaling sharply as his dick is rubbing against Michael’s thigh. Michael wraps his arms around Ryan’s waist and holds him close as he kisses him. He strokes his fingertips along Ryan’s lower back before bringing one of his hands inbetween their bodies.
“I want us to come together.” He breathes against Ryan’s lips and before Ryan gets a chance to say anything, Michael has wrapped a hand around both their dicks and slowly starts jerking.
“Oh fuck.” Ryan grits out. He moves to the side just a bit and attaches his lips to Michael’s neck. Michael twists his wrist a little and Ryan is making a noise in the back of his throat, sucking harder, leaving behind a mark, Michael’s sure. The thought alone makes him speed up his hand and Ryan ruts against him faster and faster.
“So close, Ry.” Michael mutters and he feels Ryan nod against him.
Ryan continues to lick and kiss and nibble and suck at Michael’s skin while he snakes his hand down, lacing his fingers through Michael’s, speeding along the movement on their cocks.
“Wanna see you come for me, Mike. Come on.”
Ryan slides their hands around their joined tips, pre-come making the motions slick and fluid and Michael tips his head back, leaving his neck open and exposed to Ryan’s lips and he comes between them with a groan. And Ryan drags his eyes off Michael’s face and looks down between them and he sees Michael’s come on his stomach and their hands and that’s all it takes for him and he comes for the second time that night, sinking his teeth into Michael’s collarbone.
They lay on the bed, a sticky mess between them, Michael’s hands resting on the curve of Ryan’s ass, moving his fingers in lazy circles across the skin, their legs tangled together. It takes a while for their breathing return to a normal rate and when it does, Ryan slowly rolls off Michael.
“Jesus fuck, that was …”
“… yeah. It was.” Michael finishes for him.
“Being boyfriends is awesome, dude.”
“Quite a mess though.” Michael looks down himself, sweat and come forming a weird mixture on his stomach.
“Mess is good, kid.” But Ryan still rolls onto his stomach and fishes a t-shirt of the floor, flinging it over his shoulder, making it land on Michael’s chest. “Shame you got rid of the panic room, I bet doing what we just did in that thing would've been ...” He whisltes through his lips.
“You’re gross. And it was an altitude chamber, dummy.” Michael reaches out his hand and slaps Ryan’s ass. Mostly because he can, but also because it’s just a really nice ass.
“Hey, be nice to the guy that just got you off!” Ryan keeps laying on his stomach, slightly kicks Michael in the shin, but the smile in his voice is giving him away.
“You’re one to speak, you fucking mauled my neck, dude.”
“Yeah, you were trying so very hard to stop me.”
“Fuck you.”
Ryan turns back around to him, looking very excited all of a sudden. “Now?”
Michael laughs lightly. “Tempting, but we need … y’know … stuff.”
“Yeah, I have practise tomorrow, you go take care of that.” And Ryan grins as he reaches for Michael’s phone on the nightstand and sets an alarm for the next morning.
“I should kick you out of bed right now, you know that?”
“You won’t.”
“And what makes you so sure of that?”
Ryan scoots closer to Michael and attaches himself to him, his head nuzzled against the other man’s neck, arm slung across his waist, leg thrown lazily over Michael’s.
“Because you love me so much that it makes you go insane, remember?” Ryan quotes Michael’s words from earlier.
Michael hums against Ryan’s forehead. “Yeah, I do.” He pauses. “Love you, Ryan.”
Ryan looks up and steals a short kiss. “Love you too.”
It doesn’t take long and Ryan is asleep, breathing evenly against Michael’s skin. Michael pulls him in closer and the last thing he thinks before he falls asleep is that, really, he must be the luckiest guy on the planet.
Chapter: 6/6 - You say, "Shut up and kiss me!"
Pairing: Ryan Lochte/Michael Phelps
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,450 (overall around 20,000)
Summary: yeah ... ~that
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: most definitely not
Author's Note: inspired by the song 'For Baltimore' by All Time Low. Each chapter-title is a line out of the song.
here we are, at the end. thank you to everyone who read the story and said so many nice things about it, you guys are all amazing!
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5
6. YOU SAY “SHUT UP AND KISS ME!”
Ryan and Michael stumble up the stairs, almost falling a few times, both being unable to let go off the other for just a few seconds. Letting go seems like the most impossible thing in the world right now. They still manage to shed each other of their t-shirts, letting them drop onto the steps of the staircase.
Michael steers Ryan into his bedroom and towards his bed, but his feet get caught in something and he pulls away from Ryan. The other man flops down on the bed and switches on the light on the nightstand while Michael picks up a t-shirt. A t-shirt that he has not left laying on the floor because it isn’t his in the first place. He looks at the bright orange Florida Gators writing and then looks at Ryan with a raised eyebrow.
“So I slept in here a few nights last week, sue me!” Ryan defends himself.
Michael laughs and balls the t-shirt up, tossing it a few feet away from him before he gets onto the bed, crawling up Ryan’s body. His breath ghosts across the tanned chest and the older man shudders and squirms, his hands reaching around to Michael ass and pulls him flush against his crotch, the action making Michael’s breath hitch.
Michael dips his head down, alternating between kissing, sucking and lightly biting along Ryan’s neck and jawline, the wandering hands and ragged breathing he receives in return making him confident about his actions. Michael has never really went there, at least not with a guy, but if Ryan’s noises are any indicator, he is doing pretty great so far.
“God, Mike … please, just … please.”
Michael kisses Ryan again, sucking and nibbling on his bottom lip. Ryan slips his fingers underneath the waistband of Michael pants and boxers, roughly grabbing Michael’s ass, making the dark-haired man see stars.
“Shit, Ryan.”
“Pants off, Mike. Now.”
Ryan pulls and tugs at Michael’s pants and he wriggles out of them, leaving him only in his underwear. Ryan palms Michael’s hardening dick through the thin material, making his arms give out and collapse on top of Ryan.
“You have … no idea … how long … I’ve been waiting for … this.” Ryan’s getting out between heavy breaths.
“Want you, Ryan. Want you so much.”
A nod is the only thing Ryan manages, grinding against Michael, letting the sensations from that simple action wash over him.
“You’re … too much … clothes.”
Michael sits up and starts fumbling open Ryan’s belt and jeans, tugging at the pant-legs until he manages to get the fabric off him, making relatively short work of his boxers right after.
And suddenly Ryan is there spread out underneath him, naked and flushed and breathing heavy, bucking his hips up against Michael straddling him. He dips back down and seals their lips in a kiss, the other man snaking his arms around Michael’s shoulders and responding intensely.
Michael slowly begins kissing down Ryan’s body. His jaw, his neck, his collarbones. He circles Ryan’s nipples with his tongue, drowning in the sounds the other man is making, feeling his erratic hearbeat and his hard cock brushing up against his stomach and he smiles a little to himself and against the skin under his lips. He drags his teeth along Ryan’s ribcage and sucks a little on the skin covering his abs. He strokes his fingers across Ryan’s thighs as his lips get to the other man’s hip, slightly biting down.
Ryan is holding onto the sheets with his fists so tightly that his knuckles turn white, trying his hardest not keep his hips still and not knock his knees into Michael’s chest. But he is only human and can stand just so much teasing before he is going to completely lose it and make a fool out of himself, coming before Michael has even touched him properly.
And suddenly he feels something again. That something that has distracted him quite a few times at Trials. He raises his head and there is Michael, intensely looking at him.
“If you had any idea how hot you look right now.” Michael says, his breath ghosting on Ryan’s over-sensitive skin.
“Mike … please, just … oh god, please …” is all that Ryan get manage to get out, bucking his hips up to keep in contact with Michael's mouth on them.
“Please what, Ryan? What do you want me to do?” He sucks at the jut of Ryan’s hipbone.
“Jesus Christ! Fuck!” Ryan’s hips snap up automatically.
Michael smiles against Ryan’s skin. Had someone told him a month ago that he would have Ryan Lochte on his bed, naked and in a shuddering, inarticulate mess, and that Michael was mere seconds away from taking his dick into his mouth, he would’ve told them to continue dreaming because no way in hell that was ever going to happen. But alas, here he is. And here is Ryan, writhing on his crumpled sheets, making sounds Michael hadn’t even imagined before. And the sights and sounds give him a confidence he didn’t even know he had and he darts out his tongue, licking against the skin on Ryan’s cock.
“Oh god! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Yes … oh my God.”
Ryan thrashes his head back into the pillows and his knees shoot up on either side of Michael’s torso, his heels digging into the sheets, and Michael is fast enough to pin Ryan’s hips against the mattress with his hands. Ryan moves around a lot when he’s turned on, something Michael files away for future reference.
Michael is licking up Ryan’s shaft again, this time swirling his tongue around the head, before wrapping his lips around it and sucking down again. At that point, Ryan is way beyond the capability of forming words, he’s just making short cut-off noises, like his voice is giving up on him on the way out. Michael is repeating the motion a few times, just for good measure. Licking up Ryan’s cock, letting his tongue circle the head, before sucking down again, getting used to the taste of Ryan on his tongue. The other man’s moaning gets louder and louder and his hands are now resting on Michael’s head, digging into his scalp.
Michael lets Ryan’s dick slip out of his mouth with a slurping sound and moves on to lightly nip on Ryan’s balls, one of his hands fisting around his dick, slowly jerking him off. Ryan nearly screams at that point and Michael has to use actual force to keep his hips still.
“Shit, Mike … I’m gonna … fuuuuuuuck …”
Ryan’s breathing picks up even more and his back arches off the bed and not that Michael has any reference, but he’s sensing that Ryan is close, very close.
Michael’s lips leave Ryan’s skin, his hand moves to cradle his balls. His tongue returns to licking up the skin of Ryan’s cock and he’s sucking on the underside of it, before he’s taking him into his mouth again.
“Oh holy … shitshitshit, that’s it Mike … fuck … oh God … fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”
The next thing Michael registers is Ryan’s dick twitching between his lips before he’s coming down his throat with a long drawn-out moan. Michael swallows around him, causing Ryan’s breath to hitch, and gives Ryan a few more licks as he’s riding out his orgasm, feeling the other man’s body relax and go limp against the mattress again. Michael let’s Ryan’s dick pop out of his mouth and then moves up, leaning above him, supporting his weight on his outstretched arms. Ryan is laying below him, eyes closed, trying to catch his breath, a look of complete and utter bliss on his face, his forehead glistening from sweat. Michael has seen the world, but he has never seen something quite so breathtaking.
And suddenly Ryan opens his eyes and there is intense blue looking back at him. He smiles and Ryan smiles back and before Michael can register what’s going on, Ryan has pulled him down and crushes their lips together, eagerly sucking on Michael’s lips and tongue, tasting a combination of the two of them. He pulls Michael close and rolls them over so he’s sprawled out on top of him. Where Michael was slow and deliberately teasing, Ryan is eager and hurried, like he cannot wait to return the favour to Michael and send him straight up onto cloud nine.
He sits up and drags his fingernails across Michael’s chest, dipping down every so often to smoothen the light scratches with his lips or tongue. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of Michael’s boxers and pulls them down in one swift movement, shoving them off Michael’s legs and tossing them onto the floor.
Ryan just hovers above Michael, staring at his hard cock resting against his stomach with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He moves his palm along the shaft, watching pre-come leak out at the tip.
“Damn kid!” is all he says, before he holds onto the base and takes Michael’s cock into his mouth, not wasting any time.
“Oh Jesus!” Michael spits out and he is pretty sure he actually blacks out for a second or two.
Michael has never been the sexually overcharged type (at least not in the way Ryan is), he doesn’t get moody when he doesn’t get laid. But just after a few licks and sucks on his cock courtesy of Ryan Lochte, he can’t see himself going just a day without Ryan’s mouth on him anymore.
Ryan bobs his head up and down at an impressive speed and his thumbs rub against the tattoos on Michael’s hips. Every so often he lets out a moan around Michael’s dick and Michael is pretty sure he can feel the vibrations all the way up to his ears. When the moans intensify and come in shorter intervals, Michael raises his head and sees Ryan rub his crotch against the mattress, desperately seeking friction.
“Ryan … Ry … Ry, look at me.” Michael pants.
Ryan looks up and he must like what he sees, because he smiles around Michael’s dick and winks at him, sucking Michael’s cock deeper into mouth.
“Oh god, Ryan … s-s-stop, stopstopstop!”
The movements still and Ryan let’s Michael’s penis slip out of his mouth. He looks at him with a hint of panic on his face. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No baby, it’s all good. Just … come here.”
Ryan smiles at the nickname and crawls up Michael’s body, inhaling sharply as his dick is rubbing against Michael’s thigh. Michael wraps his arms around Ryan’s waist and holds him close as he kisses him. He strokes his fingertips along Ryan’s lower back before bringing one of his hands inbetween their bodies.
“I want us to come together.” He breathes against Ryan’s lips and before Ryan gets a chance to say anything, Michael has wrapped a hand around both their dicks and slowly starts jerking.
“Oh fuck.” Ryan grits out. He moves to the side just a bit and attaches his lips to Michael’s neck. Michael twists his wrist a little and Ryan is making a noise in the back of his throat, sucking harder, leaving behind a mark, Michael’s sure. The thought alone makes him speed up his hand and Ryan ruts against him faster and faster.
“So close, Ry.” Michael mutters and he feels Ryan nod against him.
Ryan continues to lick and kiss and nibble and suck at Michael’s skin while he snakes his hand down, lacing his fingers through Michael’s, speeding along the movement on their cocks.
“Wanna see you come for me, Mike. Come on.”
Ryan slides their hands around their joined tips, pre-come making the motions slick and fluid and Michael tips his head back, leaving his neck open and exposed to Ryan’s lips and he comes between them with a groan. And Ryan drags his eyes off Michael’s face and looks down between them and he sees Michael’s come on his stomach and their hands and that’s all it takes for him and he comes for the second time that night, sinking his teeth into Michael’s collarbone.
They lay on the bed, a sticky mess between them, Michael’s hands resting on the curve of Ryan’s ass, moving his fingers in lazy circles across the skin, their legs tangled together. It takes a while for their breathing return to a normal rate and when it does, Ryan slowly rolls off Michael.
“Jesus fuck, that was …”
“… yeah. It was.” Michael finishes for him.
“Being boyfriends is awesome, dude.”
“Quite a mess though.” Michael looks down himself, sweat and come forming a weird mixture on his stomach.
“Mess is good, kid.” But Ryan still rolls onto his stomach and fishes a t-shirt of the floor, flinging it over his shoulder, making it land on Michael’s chest. “Shame you got rid of the panic room, I bet doing what we just did in that thing would've been ...” He whisltes through his lips.
“You’re gross. And it was an altitude chamber, dummy.” Michael reaches out his hand and slaps Ryan’s ass. Mostly because he can, but also because it’s just a really nice ass.
“Hey, be nice to the guy that just got you off!” Ryan keeps laying on his stomach, slightly kicks Michael in the shin, but the smile in his voice is giving him away.
“You’re one to speak, you fucking mauled my neck, dude.”
“Yeah, you were trying so very hard to stop me.”
“Fuck you.”
Ryan turns back around to him, looking very excited all of a sudden. “Now?”
Michael laughs lightly. “Tempting, but we need … y’know … stuff.”
“Yeah, I have practise tomorrow, you go take care of that.” And Ryan grins as he reaches for Michael’s phone on the nightstand and sets an alarm for the next morning.
“I should kick you out of bed right now, you know that?”
“You won’t.”
“And what makes you so sure of that?”
Ryan scoots closer to Michael and attaches himself to him, his head nuzzled against the other man’s neck, arm slung across his waist, leg thrown lazily over Michael’s.
“Because you love me so much that it makes you go insane, remember?” Ryan quotes Michael’s words from earlier.
Michael hums against Ryan’s forehead. “Yeah, I do.” He pauses. “Love you, Ryan.”
Ryan looks up and steals a short kiss. “Love you too.”
It doesn’t take long and Ryan is asleep, breathing evenly against Michael’s skin. Michael pulls him in closer and the last thing he thinks before he falls asleep is that, really, he must be the luckiest guy on the planet.