Fic:Crush
Title:Crush
Author:Me! Katy
Rating:G
Pairing:Thorpe/Phelps
Warnings: Girly crushing Ian
A/N: I unfortunatly do not own either of these two fine boys. However the story and the idea are mine.
X Posted to theopenhouse
ENJOY!!
It was a usual hot day in Athens and Ian was bored. Today was one of his few days off and he didn't have anything to do. He'd done the touristy things that that everyone had told him to do, but he really wasn't in the mood to do much anyway. Ian grabbed his room key, his sunglasses, and his ID badge, and made his way out of the Australian part of the villiage. Ian glanced at his watch and wondered what was going on in the practice pool. With a shrug he walked into the arena, deciding the he should go and watch what was going on there. It was better then sitting in his room, staring at the ceiling at least.
When Ian arrived at the pool, as soon as he awa the crowds of red, white, and blue, he knew that the U.S. swim team was practicing. Ian climbed into the stands, and once he found his seat, his eyes instantly searched for his one competitor, and the person that he longed to have between his sheets. He found Michael sitting on the edge of the pool with his long tanned legs dangling gracefully in the water. As he watched Michael laugh with the rest of the members of the swim team, Ian's heart began to ache for the man who he really shouldn't and wasn't allowed to love.
Michael was beautiful. As the hot Athens sun beat down upon the water, it caressed his tanned skin, leaving a sun kissed glow upon his beautiful body. Michael hopped into the pool, sending tiny droplets of water into the air, and along the edge of the pool. He took his place along the wall, and when he was ready, Michael flew off the wall, sending his beautiful body piercing through the cool water. When Michael emerged from the water minutes later, Ian felt his face break into a huge smile, and he felt as if he would break into a round of applause at any moment. Sure he had seen Michael swim laps hundreds of times, but it wasn't until now that he noticed how beautiful Michael's body really was, and the way his muscles rippled with each stroke that he took. Ian wished that Michael's lap would never end. He could watch Michael swim all day, and really wouldn't mind if he did.
When Michael's lap finally ended and he touched the wall, Ian felt like he would burst. He wanted Michael now then he ever did. Michael stepped out of the pool, grabbed a towel from a nearby chair, and wrapped the terry cloth from around his body. Ian watched hungerly as the cloth was wrapped around Michael's tiny waist. God, how badly did Ian want want to hold that waist and wrap his arms around that body.
"Hey Thorpe!"
Ian looked to where his name was called, and saw Michael staring up at him with a goofy grin on his face. Ian felt a blush creep over his cheeks as Michael simply winked up at him, and quickly left Ian in the stands, with the sudden urge to squeal and giggle girlishly. Michael was gorgeous and it was then that Ian decided that no matter how many medals he won, they would mean nothing if he didn't have Michael for his own, and he was more then determined to make that happen.
Author:Me! Katy
Rating:G
Pairing:Thorpe/Phelps
Warnings: Girly crushing Ian
A/N: I unfortunatly do not own either of these two fine boys. However the story and the idea are mine.
X Posted to theopenhouse
ENJOY!!
It was a usual hot day in Athens and Ian was bored. Today was one of his few days off and he didn't have anything to do. He'd done the touristy things that that everyone had told him to do, but he really wasn't in the mood to do much anyway. Ian grabbed his room key, his sunglasses, and his ID badge, and made his way out of the Australian part of the villiage. Ian glanced at his watch and wondered what was going on in the practice pool. With a shrug he walked into the arena, deciding the he should go and watch what was going on there. It was better then sitting in his room, staring at the ceiling at least.
When Ian arrived at the pool, as soon as he awa the crowds of red, white, and blue, he knew that the U.S. swim team was practicing. Ian climbed into the stands, and once he found his seat, his eyes instantly searched for his one competitor, and the person that he longed to have between his sheets. He found Michael sitting on the edge of the pool with his long tanned legs dangling gracefully in the water. As he watched Michael laugh with the rest of the members of the swim team, Ian's heart began to ache for the man who he really shouldn't and wasn't allowed to love.
Michael was beautiful. As the hot Athens sun beat down upon the water, it caressed his tanned skin, leaving a sun kissed glow upon his beautiful body. Michael hopped into the pool, sending tiny droplets of water into the air, and along the edge of the pool. He took his place along the wall, and when he was ready, Michael flew off the wall, sending his beautiful body piercing through the cool water. When Michael emerged from the water minutes later, Ian felt his face break into a huge smile, and he felt as if he would break into a round of applause at any moment. Sure he had seen Michael swim laps hundreds of times, but it wasn't until now that he noticed how beautiful Michael's body really was, and the way his muscles rippled with each stroke that he took. Ian wished that Michael's lap would never end. He could watch Michael swim all day, and really wouldn't mind if he did.
When Michael's lap finally ended and he touched the wall, Ian felt like he would burst. He wanted Michael now then he ever did. Michael stepped out of the pool, grabbed a towel from a nearby chair, and wrapped the terry cloth from around his body. Ian watched hungerly as the cloth was wrapped around Michael's tiny waist. God, how badly did Ian want want to hold that waist and wrap his arms around that body.
"Hey Thorpe!"
Ian looked to where his name was called, and saw Michael staring up at him with a goofy grin on his face. Ian felt a blush creep over his cheeks as Michael simply winked up at him, and quickly left Ian in the stands, with the sudden urge to squeal and giggle girlishly. Michael was gorgeous and it was then that Ian decided that no matter how many medals he won, they would mean nothing if he didn't have Michael for his own, and he was more then determined to make that happen.