Spiderman Kiss (MIchael Phelps/Ryan Lochte)
Title: Spiderman Kiss
Pairing: Michael Phelps/Ryan Lochte
Rating: T (for swearing)
Summary: Written for a prompt on the XXXOlympic Ficathon. Based on a picture posted there with a guy hanging from the bars on a bridge on a playground and kissing another guy. Basically how I saw that happening with Michael and Ryan.
Disclaimer: This is all fictional and slash and yeah.
“Go!” Ryan took off across the grass, laughing as Michael tried to catch up. Legs flying as fast as possible through dirt, onto woodchips, up a set of stairs, before crashing undignified down a slide to land in said woodchips in one big heap, laughing. Michael couldn’t imagine a better day.
Ryan laughed, wiping tears from his eyes as he took in Michael’s appearance. “Dude, you look, like totally ridiculous.” Michael stood up, brushing woodchips and dirt off himself before taking a closer look at himself. His shirt had dirt all over it as well as grass stains, his shorts had a small rip in them, and his knees were skinned. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d skinned his knees. Like actually, what the hell?
“Aw come on Ryan, how’d this happen?” Ryan just laughed and stood up, wrapping his arms around Michael’s neck. “Maybe you’re just not in Olympic shape anymore. But don’t worry ‘cause Reezy’s gonna take care of you baby.” He leaned in, placing a tender kiss on Michael’s lips before pulling away with a grin.
Michael wrapped his own arms around the tanned body, pulling Ryan in closer and breathing in his scent, filling his lungs with the mix of chlorine and shower gel. Ryan laughed when Michael pressed his nose into the crook of Ryan’s neck. “MP what’re you doin’ bro? I mean, I know I’m delicious but really, we’re in a park dude, and, like, that tickles and shit.”
Laughing, Michael just pulled him in tighter, pressing a kiss to the spot where his nose had just been.
“Did anyone ever tell you, you talk way too much Ry? Like, way, way too much.”
“Yeah a few people, why?” Michael just laughed, “Oh no reason. It’s okay though, I totally like you better this way.”
They spent the rest of their day playing on the play set; swinging on swings, trying to fit into the tunnel which Michael managed to spend a few terrifying minutes stuck in (much to Ryan’s amusement) finally managing to get out by twisting his body in a way that would have made the gymnasts proud, running across the swinging bridge, and generally acting like kids again.
Michael took a picture of Ryan spinning the captain’s wheel, closing one eye and hooking his finger to look like a pirate. Michael figured that that picture was definitely in the running to be their Christmas card. Ryan had fun tickling Michael’s ribs while he pretended that he wasn’t way too tall for the monkey bars and tried tucking his legs up far enough to be able to use the monkey bars the way they were supposed to be used.
“Hoooowee Mikey nice abs there!” Mike was so surprised when Ryan grabbed him around the waist that he let go of the monkey bars and basically fell on top of him, sending them both to the ground.
“Ryan what the fuck was that for?” Ryan sat up, brushing dirt out of his hair before taking one look at Michael and busting out with laughter. Michael frowned, bushing dirt out of his own hair. “What’s so funny? I don’t see how almost killing us both is funny.” Ryan just kept laughing, completely oblivious to the fact that Michael was so annoyed.
Ryan finally composed himself enough to point to the side of Michael’s face where a line of woodchips had managed to adhere themselves. Michael reached one hand up and felt the woodchips, quickly brushing them off in annoyance.
“You know Ryan, I really don’t see why that was so funny.” Ryan finally managed to stop laughing, “Ya know, me either but it totally was man. It was fucking hilarious!”
“Oh it was huh? It was fucking hilarious?” Ryan wiped tears from his eyes, “Jeah man, it really was.” Michael leaned over and grabbed Ryan’s face, licking a strip from his mouth to his cheek before quickly applying woodchips to the wet spot.
Ryan felt the woodchips on his face and looked at Michael with a smile, “Oh jeah, and you’re the mature one. Was that, like, totally necessary?” Michael just nodded and they both started laughing, collapsing into one another in the dirt.
Finally, after another couple of hours, it was starting to get dark and cold and they were both pretty tired, deciding that they had better get home to the dogs. Michael stood up from their spot under a tree and reached down for Ryan’s hand, pulling him up into his arms. “Let’s go home Ry. I’m sure Carter and Stella have eaten, like, half the house.” Ryan nodded, “Jeah man, but oh! One more thing first!” Ryan pulled away from Michael and ran back towards the play set.
Michael groaned and ran after him. “Ryan, what the hell dude? We need to get going. This isn’t Florida bro. November in Baltimore is cold.” Ryan just ignored him and headed back to the bridge. Michael just figured he wanted to go down the slide one more time or something. However, he saw Ryan scaling the bars on the side of the bridge and turning around to sit backwards on it.
“Ryan, what the fuck are you doing? You’re going to kill yourself!” Ryan just waved his hand at Michael’s concern. “Dude, I’ve done way more dangerous stuff than this. Just calm down, I wanna do something.” Michael walked over and stood behind Ryan, waiting to see what was going to happen.
Ryan hooked his knees over the bars and looped his feet around them to anchor himself before bending backwards and hanging upside down from the bars. He blinked at Michael upside down and grinned. Michael just shook his head, “What’s the point of this again?”
“Well now you have to kiss me.”
“I have to kiss you? Ry, this was all for a kiss?”
Ryan just laughed and shook his head, his slightly shaggy hair falling down around his head due to the gravity. “Nah man, but every great couple has a Spiderman kiss. For real.” Michael sighed, “You really are weird, you know that right?” Ryan just nodded and grinned, his white teeth glinting in the fading sunlight, “Jeah I know, but you love me. So just fucking kiss me Mikey, my legs are cold.”
Michael, shaking his head at his husband’s weirdness, bent down so their heads were at the same level and captured Ryan’s lips in a kiss. It was way harder to kiss upside down than he had thought it would be, the angles all wrong and the teeth not where Michael expected them to be.
When they pulled back Ryan was grinning, “See MP? Was that so bad?” Michael smiled and helped Ryan get down off the bar, wrapping him in his arms as they began the walk home.
Ryan was grinning up at him, looking totally pleased with himself, “Actually Ry, I don’t think we should, like, make upside down kissing our new thing. But you know I’d do anything for you.” Ryan leaned in and pecked him quickly on the lips, “Jeah, I know. Like cook dinner when we get back!” Michael just groaned and pulled him in for another kiss, nibbling his lip, “Yeah but only if I get to top later.” Ryan just laughed, “We’ll see MP, we’ll see. Who says you’re even getting any? You gotta work for this ass bro.” Ryan just laughed as they walked the rest of the way home in the chilly November night.
Pairing: Michael Phelps/Ryan Lochte
Rating: T (for swearing)
Summary: Written for a prompt on the XXXOlympic Ficathon. Based on a picture posted there with a guy hanging from the bars on a bridge on a playground and kissing another guy. Basically how I saw that happening with Michael and Ryan.
Disclaimer: This is all fictional and slash and yeah.
“Go!” Ryan took off across the grass, laughing as Michael tried to catch up. Legs flying as fast as possible through dirt, onto woodchips, up a set of stairs, before crashing undignified down a slide to land in said woodchips in one big heap, laughing. Michael couldn’t imagine a better day.
Ryan laughed, wiping tears from his eyes as he took in Michael’s appearance. “Dude, you look, like totally ridiculous.” Michael stood up, brushing woodchips and dirt off himself before taking a closer look at himself. His shirt had dirt all over it as well as grass stains, his shorts had a small rip in them, and his knees were skinned. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d skinned his knees. Like actually, what the hell?
“Aw come on Ryan, how’d this happen?” Ryan just laughed and stood up, wrapping his arms around Michael’s neck. “Maybe you’re just not in Olympic shape anymore. But don’t worry ‘cause Reezy’s gonna take care of you baby.” He leaned in, placing a tender kiss on Michael’s lips before pulling away with a grin.
Michael wrapped his own arms around the tanned body, pulling Ryan in closer and breathing in his scent, filling his lungs with the mix of chlorine and shower gel. Ryan laughed when Michael pressed his nose into the crook of Ryan’s neck. “MP what’re you doin’ bro? I mean, I know I’m delicious but really, we’re in a park dude, and, like, that tickles and shit.”
Laughing, Michael just pulled him in tighter, pressing a kiss to the spot where his nose had just been.
“Did anyone ever tell you, you talk way too much Ry? Like, way, way too much.”
“Yeah a few people, why?” Michael just laughed, “Oh no reason. It’s okay though, I totally like you better this way.”
They spent the rest of their day playing on the play set; swinging on swings, trying to fit into the tunnel which Michael managed to spend a few terrifying minutes stuck in (much to Ryan’s amusement) finally managing to get out by twisting his body in a way that would have made the gymnasts proud, running across the swinging bridge, and generally acting like kids again.
Michael took a picture of Ryan spinning the captain’s wheel, closing one eye and hooking his finger to look like a pirate. Michael figured that that picture was definitely in the running to be their Christmas card. Ryan had fun tickling Michael’s ribs while he pretended that he wasn’t way too tall for the monkey bars and tried tucking his legs up far enough to be able to use the monkey bars the way they were supposed to be used.
“Hoooowee Mikey nice abs there!” Mike was so surprised when Ryan grabbed him around the waist that he let go of the monkey bars and basically fell on top of him, sending them both to the ground.
“Ryan what the fuck was that for?” Ryan sat up, brushing dirt out of his hair before taking one look at Michael and busting out with laughter. Michael frowned, bushing dirt out of his own hair. “What’s so funny? I don’t see how almost killing us both is funny.” Ryan just kept laughing, completely oblivious to the fact that Michael was so annoyed.
Ryan finally composed himself enough to point to the side of Michael’s face where a line of woodchips had managed to adhere themselves. Michael reached one hand up and felt the woodchips, quickly brushing them off in annoyance.
“You know Ryan, I really don’t see why that was so funny.” Ryan finally managed to stop laughing, “Ya know, me either but it totally was man. It was fucking hilarious!”
“Oh it was huh? It was fucking hilarious?” Ryan wiped tears from his eyes, “Jeah man, it really was.” Michael leaned over and grabbed Ryan’s face, licking a strip from his mouth to his cheek before quickly applying woodchips to the wet spot.
Ryan felt the woodchips on his face and looked at Michael with a smile, “Oh jeah, and you’re the mature one. Was that, like, totally necessary?” Michael just nodded and they both started laughing, collapsing into one another in the dirt.
Finally, after another couple of hours, it was starting to get dark and cold and they were both pretty tired, deciding that they had better get home to the dogs. Michael stood up from their spot under a tree and reached down for Ryan’s hand, pulling him up into his arms. “Let’s go home Ry. I’m sure Carter and Stella have eaten, like, half the house.” Ryan nodded, “Jeah man, but oh! One more thing first!” Ryan pulled away from Michael and ran back towards the play set.
Michael groaned and ran after him. “Ryan, what the hell dude? We need to get going. This isn’t Florida bro. November in Baltimore is cold.” Ryan just ignored him and headed back to the bridge. Michael just figured he wanted to go down the slide one more time or something. However, he saw Ryan scaling the bars on the side of the bridge and turning around to sit backwards on it.
“Ryan, what the fuck are you doing? You’re going to kill yourself!” Ryan just waved his hand at Michael’s concern. “Dude, I’ve done way more dangerous stuff than this. Just calm down, I wanna do something.” Michael walked over and stood behind Ryan, waiting to see what was going to happen.
Ryan hooked his knees over the bars and looped his feet around them to anchor himself before bending backwards and hanging upside down from the bars. He blinked at Michael upside down and grinned. Michael just shook his head, “What’s the point of this again?”
“Well now you have to kiss me.”
“I have to kiss you? Ry, this was all for a kiss?”
Ryan just laughed and shook his head, his slightly shaggy hair falling down around his head due to the gravity. “Nah man, but every great couple has a Spiderman kiss. For real.” Michael sighed, “You really are weird, you know that right?” Ryan just nodded and grinned, his white teeth glinting in the fading sunlight, “Jeah I know, but you love me. So just fucking kiss me Mikey, my legs are cold.”
Michael, shaking his head at his husband’s weirdness, bent down so their heads were at the same level and captured Ryan’s lips in a kiss. It was way harder to kiss upside down than he had thought it would be, the angles all wrong and the teeth not where Michael expected them to be.
When they pulled back Ryan was grinning, “See MP? Was that so bad?” Michael smiled and helped Ryan get down off the bar, wrapping him in his arms as they began the walk home.
Ryan was grinning up at him, looking totally pleased with himself, “Actually Ry, I don’t think we should, like, make upside down kissing our new thing. But you know I’d do anything for you.” Ryan leaned in and pecked him quickly on the lips, “Jeah, I know. Like cook dinner when we get back!” Michael just groaned and pulled him in for another kiss, nibbling his lip, “Yeah but only if I get to top later.” Ryan just laughed, “We’ll see MP, we’ll see. Who says you’re even getting any? You gotta work for this ass bro.” Ryan just laughed as they walked the rest of the way home in the chilly November night.