Ian and Michael Fic~ Part 2
Title: E-mails 2
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! Feedback is always helpful and appreciated!
First part here > E-mails 1
"E-mails 2"
Michael paced back and forth in his kitchen as he waited for Aaron to pick up his cell phone. “Aaron! I did it and now he wants to come and holy shit I don’t know what to say!”
Aaron wasn’t sure if there had been a question in there or not. “Michael, what the hell are you talking about?”
“Ian! Ian fucking Thorpe! “Michael hollered into the phone with a mix of fear and delight. “He wants to come here…he fucking wants to come here!”
Aaron laughed, he didn’t believe Michael Phelps had been this excited winning the gold. “Okay, calm down and tell me what’s going on.”
Michael explained the seemingly clever email he had thought of during his pep talk with Aaron earlier that day. “What the fuck should I do?” Michael exclaimed. “This is all your fault you know, Perisol!” He alleged.
Chuckling again, Aaron stated the obvious. “What do you mean my fault? It’s what you wanted isn’t it?”
“But what do I do? Michael muttered collapsing on the heap of dirty clothes thrown on his couch. All of a sudden he didn’t feel much like the American bad boy. More like a nervous school girl.
“Fuck him, you silly bastard… just fuck him!” Aaron pronounced in a rather unsophisticated yet deliciously naughty way.
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Ian flung the door to his guestroom open and pounced on a sleeping Grant Hackett.
“What the fuck!?!” Grant yelled completely startled.
“He just emailed me back!” Ian was practically singing.
Grant rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock. “It’s 2am! What are we talking about?”
“Michael! You know, the picture we sent. He emailed me back and invited me for a long weekend…this weekend!” Ian was grinning so hard that Grant thought he might be having some sort of bizarre clown dream.
“Oh…well…good…that’s great news now get out and go back to bed. Grant mumbled as he rolled over in “his bed” since he was a regular guest.
Ian was too ecstatic to even care that Grant was dismissing him in his own home. “What should I say?”
Grant groaned into his pillow. “Tell him you’ll be there…now go plan your wardrobe for the trip”
“Very funny!” Ian gave Grant a shove as he climbed out of the bed. Ian balked but he knew darn well that’s just what he was going to do.
Email to Ian:
Ian,
I loved seeing my favorite blonde again…very hot photo! Why don’t you come this weekend? I have Monday off from classes so we can have a long weekend to settle up on our agreement…
Michael
P.S. Why don’t you wear those sexy black IT undies or better yet…the pink and red striped ones.
Email to Michael:
Michael,
This weekend is perfect for my schedule. I’ll forward my flight information. Should I arrange for a driver? I’m looking forward to seeing you. I’m pleased you like my hair…I’m sure I’ll enjoy my part of the agreement...
Ian
P.S.
Just for you, I’ll wear all pink ones…and bring the rest to model.
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! Feedback is always helpful and appreciated!
First part here > E-mails 1
"E-mails 2"
Michael paced back and forth in his kitchen as he waited for Aaron to pick up his cell phone. “Aaron! I did it and now he wants to come and holy shit I don’t know what to say!”
Aaron wasn’t sure if there had been a question in there or not. “Michael, what the hell are you talking about?”
“Ian! Ian fucking Thorpe! “Michael hollered into the phone with a mix of fear and delight. “He wants to come here…he fucking wants to come here!”
Aaron laughed, he didn’t believe Michael Phelps had been this excited winning the gold. “Okay, calm down and tell me what’s going on.”
Michael explained the seemingly clever email he had thought of during his pep talk with Aaron earlier that day. “What the fuck should I do?” Michael exclaimed. “This is all your fault you know, Perisol!” He alleged.
Chuckling again, Aaron stated the obvious. “What do you mean my fault? It’s what you wanted isn’t it?”
“But what do I do? Michael muttered collapsing on the heap of dirty clothes thrown on his couch. All of a sudden he didn’t feel much like the American bad boy. More like a nervous school girl.
“Fuck him, you silly bastard… just fuck him!” Aaron pronounced in a rather unsophisticated yet deliciously naughty way.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ian flung the door to his guestroom open and pounced on a sleeping Grant Hackett.
“What the fuck!?!” Grant yelled completely startled.
“He just emailed me back!” Ian was practically singing.
Grant rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock. “It’s 2am! What are we talking about?”
“Michael! You know, the picture we sent. He emailed me back and invited me for a long weekend…this weekend!” Ian was grinning so hard that Grant thought he might be having some sort of bizarre clown dream.
“Oh…well…good…that’s great news now get out and go back to bed. Grant mumbled as he rolled over in “his bed” since he was a regular guest.
Ian was too ecstatic to even care that Grant was dismissing him in his own home. “What should I say?”
Grant groaned into his pillow. “Tell him you’ll be there…now go plan your wardrobe for the trip”
“Very funny!” Ian gave Grant a shove as he climbed out of the bed. Ian balked but he knew darn well that’s just what he was going to do.
Email to Ian:
Ian,
I loved seeing my favorite blonde again…very hot photo! Why don’t you come this weekend? I have Monday off from classes so we can have a long weekend to settle up on our agreement…
Michael
P.S. Why don’t you wear those sexy black IT undies or better yet…the pink and red striped ones.
Email to Michael:
Michael,
This weekend is perfect for my schedule. I’ll forward my flight information. Should I arrange for a driver? I’m looking forward to seeing you. I’m pleased you like my hair…I’m sure I’ll enjoy my part of the agreement...
Ian
P.S.
Just for you, I’ll wear all pink ones…and bring the rest to model.