Flesh Wound
Title: Flesh Wound
Pairing: MPhelps/RLochte;
Fandom: RPF
Rating: M (sexual implications)
Warnings: Real person fiction; Real person slash; Body piercings
Summary: Michael is practically a professional.
Notes:
The lighter clicks, spouting a flame nearly an inch tall that flickers in the breeze from the ceiling fan. Michael dips the needle into it, one end wrapped in the tail of his shirt to protect his fingers from spreading heat, and waits until it turns bright red.
"I dow't knoe abou' thish..." Ryan's voice is slurred from the ice cube he's actively holding on his tongue.
"It's totally fine," Michael assures him with a downward quirk of his brows, "I watched my cousin get her's done in Toronto. I'm practically a professional."
Ryan glances downward, but decides not to point out how unprofessional it is that Michael didn't bother to put something on over his still half-hard dick. If he squints, he thinks he can actually still see-
"Could you try to concentrate on something other than my penis for once?" Michael frowns at him, "You're holding the ice in the wrong spot."
"Kissth my assth, cocksuchker." Still, he moves the ice cube back.
Michael tests the heat of the needle with the very tip of his finger, "Okay, stick out your tongue."
Ryan obeys, feeling Michael's fingers take hold of the tip. Squinting his eyes firmly shut, he's horrified to feel something press onto his tongue, then a tugging as something else goes through.
When nothing else happens, he reluctantly peeks through one eye.
Michael is watching him with an amused smile, "I'm done."
"That's it?" Ryan grabs the hand mirror, lifting it and sticking out his tongue to admire the neon orange stud in it. As the cold numbness of the ice wears off, he can feel it beginning to throb sharply.
"That's it. But it's gonna swell up, so no sucking dick for like, a while," Michael grins, "Not that you ever got paid very much anyway."
Ryan is too pleased with his new adornment to react to Michael's teasing, "You like it?" Sticking his tongue out, he wiggles the pierced tip at Michael playfully.
Michael smirks, eyes on Ryan's tongue, "It was my idea. What's there not to like?"
Pairing: MPhelps/RLochte;
Fandom: RPF
Rating: M (sexual implications)
Warnings: Real person fiction; Real person slash; Body piercings
Summary: Michael is practically a professional.
Notes:
The lighter clicks, spouting a flame nearly an inch tall that flickers in the breeze from the ceiling fan. Michael dips the needle into it, one end wrapped in the tail of his shirt to protect his fingers from spreading heat, and waits until it turns bright red.
"I dow't knoe abou' thish..." Ryan's voice is slurred from the ice cube he's actively holding on his tongue.
"It's totally fine," Michael assures him with a downward quirk of his brows, "I watched my cousin get her's done in Toronto. I'm practically a professional."
Ryan glances downward, but decides not to point out how unprofessional it is that Michael didn't bother to put something on over his still half-hard dick. If he squints, he thinks he can actually still see-
"Could you try to concentrate on something other than my penis for once?" Michael frowns at him, "You're holding the ice in the wrong spot."
"Kissth my assth, cocksuchker." Still, he moves the ice cube back.
Michael tests the heat of the needle with the very tip of his finger, "Okay, stick out your tongue."
Ryan obeys, feeling Michael's fingers take hold of the tip. Squinting his eyes firmly shut, he's horrified to feel something press onto his tongue, then a tugging as something else goes through.
When nothing else happens, he reluctantly peeks through one eye.
Michael is watching him with an amused smile, "I'm done."
"That's it?" Ryan grabs the hand mirror, lifting it and sticking out his tongue to admire the neon orange stud in it. As the cold numbness of the ice wears off, he can feel it beginning to throb sharply.
"That's it. But it's gonna swell up, so no sucking dick for like, a while," Michael grins, "Not that you ever got paid very much anyway."
Ryan is too pleased with his new adornment to react to Michael's teasing, "You like it?" Sticking his tongue out, he wiggles the pierced tip at Michael playfully.
Michael smirks, eyes on Ryan's tongue, "It was my idea. What's there not to like?"