Ian and Michael Fic!
Title: E-mails
Author: Lacyforthorpey
Rating: R for language
Pairing: Ian/Michael
Genre: Funny, Hot
Disclaimer: No, Not, Never, Fiction, Fiction, more Fiction from my naughty creative slash mind!
Author’s Note: Just a quick little fic so no beta, hopefully not too many mistakes! This is only my second Michael and Ian fic so feedback is always helpful and it’s such a high! heehee
"E-mails"
Grant handed Ian a beer before flopping down on the sofa. “ So how was Florida, mate?” He took a gulp of from his bottle. “Did you get lucky?” Grant grinned.
“Very funny.” Ian rolled his eyes and took a sip. Even real Aussie beer wasn’t helping his mood.
Grant raised an eyebrow. “I’ll take that as a no. What’s the matter? Why didn’t you say something?” He shot questions at Ian. “You know he flirts with you every time you see him.”
Ian shrugged not wanting to think about the whole thing. “ I don’t know...it’s just, well, he’s such a wild boy, tough and all....I just keep thinking he’ll make the first move.”
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“Hello?” Michael answered his cell.
Aaron was excited to hear about the Florida trip. “Hey, Phelps! How’s it going?”
“Perisol! What’s up?” Michael turned down his stereo.
“Just checkin’ in...wanna see how the Super Bowl went.” Aaron exclaimed.
Michael knew what he was asking but he didn’t want to discuss it. “You saw the game, dude.” He tried to be clever.
Aaron let out a rather fake laugh. “Don’t be a dickhead! You know what I’m talkin’ about....I’m scrolling through the pics of you two now....looks kinda cozy.”
“Same old thing, we flirted.” Michael said dryly hoping Aaron would drop but knowing he wouldn’t.
“What the hell's wrong with you, Phelps?” Aaron was trying help in his own way. “You know Ian’s crazy about you...do I need to e-mail all the photos from Athens of Ian staring at you?” Perisol hollered loudly.
“No!” Michael growled, beside the photos were already his screen saver. “ I don’t know....he’s older and all worldly, he should say something first.” Michael confessed his fears.
Aaron chuckled. “Don’t worry about all that, just make a move...he’s waiting on you....he thinks you the American bad boy with the rap music and shit...you know the tough guy image.”
Michael laughed. “You really think so? I’m not like that...well, maybe a little.” He grinned.
“Yes, now e-mail him and be fucking bold!” Perisol blurted. “ ...and when you get him in bed, tell him to do something with that nasty black hair!” Aaron giggled shaking his head at Ian’s new look.
“Perisol! you’re a genius...I’ve gotta go....got an idea!” Michael was delighted with his brainstorm.
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E-mail to Ian:
Hey Ian,
It was awesome to see you in Florida last week! I was just scrolling through the photos of us online and got an idea: If you get rid of that black hair and go back to being my favorite blonde, I’ll just fuck you good.
Michael
Four hours later-
E-mail to Michael:
Michael,
Grant just took this photo of me. I had it trimmed up too. What date should I make my flight for?
Ian
Author: Lacyforthorpey
Rating: R for language
Pairing: Ian/Michael
Genre: Funny, Hot
Disclaimer: No, Not, Never, Fiction, Fiction, more Fiction from my naughty creative slash mind!
Author’s Note: Just a quick little fic so no beta, hopefully not too many mistakes! This is only my second Michael and Ian fic so feedback is always helpful and it’s such a high! heehee
"E-mails"
Grant handed Ian a beer before flopping down on the sofa. “ So how was Florida, mate?” He took a gulp of from his bottle. “Did you get lucky?” Grant grinned.
“Very funny.” Ian rolled his eyes and took a sip. Even real Aussie beer wasn’t helping his mood.
Grant raised an eyebrow. “I’ll take that as a no. What’s the matter? Why didn’t you say something?” He shot questions at Ian. “You know he flirts with you every time you see him.”
Ian shrugged not wanting to think about the whole thing. “ I don’t know...it’s just, well, he’s such a wild boy, tough and all....I just keep thinking he’ll make the first move.”
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“Hello?” Michael answered his cell.
Aaron was excited to hear about the Florida trip. “Hey, Phelps! How’s it going?”
“Perisol! What’s up?” Michael turned down his stereo.
“Just checkin’ in...wanna see how the Super Bowl went.” Aaron exclaimed.
Michael knew what he was asking but he didn’t want to discuss it. “You saw the game, dude.” He tried to be clever.
Aaron let out a rather fake laugh. “Don’t be a dickhead! You know what I’m talkin’ about....I’m scrolling through the pics of you two now....looks kinda cozy.”
“Same old thing, we flirted.” Michael said dryly hoping Aaron would drop but knowing he wouldn’t.
“What the hell's wrong with you, Phelps?” Aaron was trying help in his own way. “You know Ian’s crazy about you...do I need to e-mail all the photos from Athens of Ian staring at you?” Perisol hollered loudly.
“No!” Michael growled, beside the photos were already his screen saver. “ I don’t know....he’s older and all worldly, he should say something first.” Michael confessed his fears.
Aaron chuckled. “Don’t worry about all that, just make a move...he’s waiting on you....he thinks you the American bad boy with the rap music and shit...you know the tough guy image.”
Michael laughed. “You really think so? I’m not like that...well, maybe a little.” He grinned.
“Yes, now e-mail him and be fucking bold!” Perisol blurted. “ ...and when you get him in bed, tell him to do something with that nasty black hair!” Aaron giggled shaking his head at Ian’s new look.
“Perisol! you’re a genius...I’ve gotta go....got an idea!” Michael was delighted with his brainstorm.
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E-mail to Ian:
Hey Ian,
It was awesome to see you in Florida last week! I was just scrolling through the photos of us online and got an idea: If you get rid of that black hair and go back to being my favorite blonde, I’ll just fuck you good.
Michael
Four hours later-
E-mail to Michael:
Michael,
Grant just took this photo of me. I had it trimmed up too. What date should I make my flight for?
Ian