I Love you man Phelps/Lochte
Title: I Love you man
Pairing: Michael Phelps/Ryan Lochte
Rating: K (really light slash lol sorry!)
Summary: Written for a prompt on xxxolympic ficathon asking for a fic where Michael is super clueless and doesn't realize that he and Ryan are dating. I don't know, I'm not totally satisfied with this.
Disclaimer: Own nothing, all made up. First story in a while so be gentle.
It started with a toothbrush; what’s more innocent than a toothbrush?
That’s all it was, just a toothbrush innocently sitting in the mug next to Ryan’s. But whatever, it’s normal for best friends who hang out at each other’s houses all the time to have a toothbrush there, right? Even when that best friend lives in Florida.
After the toothbrush it was other basic essentials; a razor, a hairbrush, some basketball shorts, a swim cap, a speedo, a pair of jammers, his raven’s hoodie. All the basics that Michael could need.
But it didn’t mean anything. He and Ryan were just normal friends, that’s all. Michael had stuff at his sisters’ and his mom’s house right? It didn’t mean he and Ryan were any closer than two guy friends would be.
So what if their dogs were best friends? So what if Michael spent more time in Gainesville than he did at his own brand new townhouse in Baltimore? And so what if Greg knew his training routine almost as well as Bob did? It didn’t mean anything. Ryan and Michael were just best friends, that was all.
Occasionally a magazine would publish a picture of the two of them with the caption, “Famous Olympians more than competitors?” Michael would show the picture to Ryan and Ryan would laugh and brush it off saying, “Well jeah Mikey, we’re, like, best friends.” And Michael would smile and they’d go back to playing Madden.
Sometimes one of the people on the team would ask when they would be getting the invitation to the wedding. Michael would blush but Ryan would just wave and tell them the invite was in the mail, but of course they’d invited Lil’ Wayne first. So everyone else’s invites would show up later.
Michael might have been to a very Lochte Thanksgiving and Christmas multiple times but that was normal. When Ryan’s sisters would wink at him and Devon would elbow him with a knowing look, Michael would look to Ryan for help and Ryan would just sling an arm around him and pull him in close, telling his family that Michael had decided to take his last name, much to the delight of all the Lochte’s.
However, Michael just figured that was normal. His sisters would make the same jokes when Ryan joined them for the holidays, his mom would shoot him knowing looks, and Michael would just be confused. What did they all know that he didn’t? He and Ryan were friends; that was all.
Thanksgiving that year found them both crammed into Michael’s too small bed in his mom’s house, trying to work out where they’re too long limbs were going to fit in the bed. When Michael had pulled Ryan off toward his room instead of the guest room, his mom just smiled and told them to be careful. Michael informed her that his old bed was no smaller than the beds in the Olympic village and they’d shared those hundreds of times so yes, they’d be careful and she really didn’t need to worry. He wasn’t sure why his mom and Ryan had found that so funny.
Finally, after around twenty minutes of wrestling and moving and groaning, Michael and Ryan ended up in their customary position with Ryan laying half on Michael’s chest, their legs tangled loosely together. All guy friends slept like that, it was no big deal.
Michael had his nose buried in Ryan’s short hair, breathing in the familiar scent of his shampoo mixed with the permanent scent of chlorine that clung to every swimmer. Ryan yawned and shifted positions, turning his head so he was blowing soft puffs of breath across Michael’s chest.
“Hey Ryan, you awake?” Ryan grunted, nodding his head as best he could with it against Michael’s chest. “Jeah what up MP?” Michael shifted his arms so he was holding Ryan a little tighter. “Have you ever noticed all the weird comments people make around us?” Ryan snorted, “Mikey, don’t be so serious bro. They’re just joking.”
Michael shrugged slightly, “Yeah I guess, but, like, let me ask you something. Do we act like a couple or something?” Ryan shrugged, “I dunno man, I mean, like, I guess we’re pretty close but we’re just bros.”
“Ryan, is it normal for bros to sleep together? To get asked when the wedding invites are coming?” Ryan just laughed, “Does it bother you dude? Why? You don’t wanna be with me?” Michael shrugged not laughing and Ryan got serious. “Seriously Mike, does this bother you?”
“It doesn’t bother me Ry, it’s just…what if I we were a couple?” Ryan sat up and looked at Michael more closely and Michael just blushed. “What?” He shrugged, “I mean come on Ryan. We’re basically a couple anyway. I’m not sure when it happened but you’re the most relationship-like relationship I’ve ever had. Shit man, I feel like we’ve been going out forever and I only just realized it.”
Ryan just smiled and laughed, “Bro you and I have been dating since Beijing. Like, for real dude. You’re definitely the last one to realize it. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?” Michael gave Ryan a lopsided smile and Ryan just leaned in and kissed him long and hard. “It’s about time you came around Phelps. You know, sometimes I wonder why they call me the stupid one.” Michael just punched Ryan’s arm lightly and brought their lips together for another kiss.
The next morning, Michael and Ryan held hands and finished each other’s sentences and fed each other breakfast. Hilary and Whitney were giving them quizzical looks from their place on the other side of the kitchen. They’re mom walked over to join them.
“Girls, what’s the problem?” Hilary turned to Debbie and shrugged. “We’re just trying to figure out why they look extra happy this morning. I mean, they’ve been a couple for like, 4 years. Why’s today different?”
Debbie just smiled and shook her head, “Maybe Michael’s finally figured it out.”
Pairing: Michael Phelps/Ryan Lochte
Rating: K (really light slash lol sorry!)
Summary: Written for a prompt on xxxolympic ficathon asking for a fic where Michael is super clueless and doesn't realize that he and Ryan are dating. I don't know, I'm not totally satisfied with this.
Disclaimer: Own nothing, all made up. First story in a while so be gentle.
It started with a toothbrush; what’s more innocent than a toothbrush?
That’s all it was, just a toothbrush innocently sitting in the mug next to Ryan’s. But whatever, it’s normal for best friends who hang out at each other’s houses all the time to have a toothbrush there, right? Even when that best friend lives in Florida.
After the toothbrush it was other basic essentials; a razor, a hairbrush, some basketball shorts, a swim cap, a speedo, a pair of jammers, his raven’s hoodie. All the basics that Michael could need.
But it didn’t mean anything. He and Ryan were just normal friends, that’s all. Michael had stuff at his sisters’ and his mom’s house right? It didn’t mean he and Ryan were any closer than two guy friends would be.
So what if their dogs were best friends? So what if Michael spent more time in Gainesville than he did at his own brand new townhouse in Baltimore? And so what if Greg knew his training routine almost as well as Bob did? It didn’t mean anything. Ryan and Michael were just best friends, that was all.
Occasionally a magazine would publish a picture of the two of them with the caption, “Famous Olympians more than competitors?” Michael would show the picture to Ryan and Ryan would laugh and brush it off saying, “Well jeah Mikey, we’re, like, best friends.” And Michael would smile and they’d go back to playing Madden.
Sometimes one of the people on the team would ask when they would be getting the invitation to the wedding. Michael would blush but Ryan would just wave and tell them the invite was in the mail, but of course they’d invited Lil’ Wayne first. So everyone else’s invites would show up later.
Michael might have been to a very Lochte Thanksgiving and Christmas multiple times but that was normal. When Ryan’s sisters would wink at him and Devon would elbow him with a knowing look, Michael would look to Ryan for help and Ryan would just sling an arm around him and pull him in close, telling his family that Michael had decided to take his last name, much to the delight of all the Lochte’s.
However, Michael just figured that was normal. His sisters would make the same jokes when Ryan joined them for the holidays, his mom would shoot him knowing looks, and Michael would just be confused. What did they all know that he didn’t? He and Ryan were friends; that was all.
Thanksgiving that year found them both crammed into Michael’s too small bed in his mom’s house, trying to work out where they’re too long limbs were going to fit in the bed. When Michael had pulled Ryan off toward his room instead of the guest room, his mom just smiled and told them to be careful. Michael informed her that his old bed was no smaller than the beds in the Olympic village and they’d shared those hundreds of times so yes, they’d be careful and she really didn’t need to worry. He wasn’t sure why his mom and Ryan had found that so funny.
Finally, after around twenty minutes of wrestling and moving and groaning, Michael and Ryan ended up in their customary position with Ryan laying half on Michael’s chest, their legs tangled loosely together. All guy friends slept like that, it was no big deal.
Michael had his nose buried in Ryan’s short hair, breathing in the familiar scent of his shampoo mixed with the permanent scent of chlorine that clung to every swimmer. Ryan yawned and shifted positions, turning his head so he was blowing soft puffs of breath across Michael’s chest.
“Hey Ryan, you awake?” Ryan grunted, nodding his head as best he could with it against Michael’s chest. “Jeah what up MP?” Michael shifted his arms so he was holding Ryan a little tighter. “Have you ever noticed all the weird comments people make around us?” Ryan snorted, “Mikey, don’t be so serious bro. They’re just joking.”
Michael shrugged slightly, “Yeah I guess, but, like, let me ask you something. Do we act like a couple or something?” Ryan shrugged, “I dunno man, I mean, like, I guess we’re pretty close but we’re just bros.”
“Ryan, is it normal for bros to sleep together? To get asked when the wedding invites are coming?” Ryan just laughed, “Does it bother you dude? Why? You don’t wanna be with me?” Michael shrugged not laughing and Ryan got serious. “Seriously Mike, does this bother you?”
“It doesn’t bother me Ry, it’s just…what if I we were a couple?” Ryan sat up and looked at Michael more closely and Michael just blushed. “What?” He shrugged, “I mean come on Ryan. We’re basically a couple anyway. I’m not sure when it happened but you’re the most relationship-like relationship I’ve ever had. Shit man, I feel like we’ve been going out forever and I only just realized it.”
Ryan just smiled and laughed, “Bro you and I have been dating since Beijing. Like, for real dude. You’re definitely the last one to realize it. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?” Michael gave Ryan a lopsided smile and Ryan just leaned in and kissed him long and hard. “It’s about time you came around Phelps. You know, sometimes I wonder why they call me the stupid one.” Michael just punched Ryan’s arm lightly and brought their lips together for another kiss.
The next morning, Michael and Ryan held hands and finished each other’s sentences and fed each other breakfast. Hilary and Whitney were giving them quizzical looks from their place on the other side of the kitchen. They’re mom walked over to join them.
“Girls, what’s the problem?” Hilary turned to Debbie and shrugged. “We’re just trying to figure out why they look extra happy this morning. I mean, they’ve been a couple for like, 4 years. Why’s today different?”
Debbie just smiled and shook her head, “Maybe Michael’s finally figured it out.”