fic: olympics (and some teen wolf rpf?)
The two-week orgy of male nudity that is the Olympics has, apparently, inspired me to write (and finish!) fic for the first time in at least two years. Have some kidfic and a truly random tw rpf crossover, and god bless men's olympic swimming.
The Place of That Desire
Michael Phelps/Ryan Lochte, NC-17
24,500 words. kidfic.
Pictures like these deserve kidfic, okay? Also I like the thought of actual adult-sized child Ryan Lochte raising a baby.
Excerpt: Ryan doesn’t seem as concerned as Michael is about the baby sitting - sleeping, really, on its back with one arm flung up next to its head like it’s about to pump a fist in the air - in the middle of his totally gross, frat-star bedroom covered in a 50/50 split of swimming posters and pictures of disgustingly expensive cars. In fact, he’s looking at the baby with the kind of expression you usually only see on guys’ faces when they’re standing on the podium watching their own flag lifted toward the ceiling of the arena.
“Isn’t he fuckin’ awesome?” Ryan asks, still whispering. “He’s the fucking best, dude, you don’t even know. He’s a ton of work and shit, and, like, he shits a lot, too, but. Dude.”
Let's Go to the Beach (Each)
Chad Le Clos/Colton Haynes, NC-17
~9000 words. total porny crack crossover where olympic swimmer chad le clos meets colton haynes of teen wolf (and they bang).
There's no explanation for this except two hot people who both exist. Kind of developed a plot, but very minimally/accidentally.
Excerpt: And that’s that. Or it would be, if Colton didn’t get drunk a few nights later and spend five hours watching replays of Chad’s races on YouTube and jerking off to the way the water drips down he body as he climbs out of the pool.
It becomes a sad kind of pattern - whenever he goes out and comes back home alone, he’ll think about Chad and watch his videos and jerk off. It would be embarrassing if he let himself think about it, so he doesn’t. He just cues up his favorite video and lets his mind go blank, except for when it flashes to the way Chad looked when he was on his knees in the bathroom, shy and eager at the same time, or the size of his hands on Colton’s hips and head and dick.
All this stuff is on AO3; I got weird and paranoid and flocked all my fic on this journal recently (although I am an equal-opportunity friend request accepter), so this is probably gonna be the deal for now if this writing spree keeps up.
You can also follow my new fic tumblr at Yekoc Posts Porn, if you are so inclined.
The Place of That Desire
Michael Phelps/Ryan Lochte, NC-17
24,500 words. kidfic.
Pictures like these deserve kidfic, okay? Also I like the thought of actual adult-sized child Ryan Lochte raising a baby.
Excerpt: Ryan doesn’t seem as concerned as Michael is about the baby sitting - sleeping, really, on its back with one arm flung up next to its head like it’s about to pump a fist in the air - in the middle of his totally gross, frat-star bedroom covered in a 50/50 split of swimming posters and pictures of disgustingly expensive cars. In fact, he’s looking at the baby with the kind of expression you usually only see on guys’ faces when they’re standing on the podium watching their own flag lifted toward the ceiling of the arena.
“Isn’t he fuckin’ awesome?” Ryan asks, still whispering. “He’s the fucking best, dude, you don’t even know. He’s a ton of work and shit, and, like, he shits a lot, too, but. Dude.”
Let's Go to the Beach (Each)
Chad Le Clos/Colton Haynes, NC-17
~9000 words. total porny crack crossover where olympic swimmer chad le clos meets colton haynes of teen wolf (and they bang).
There's no explanation for this except two hot people who both exist. Kind of developed a plot, but very minimally/accidentally.
Excerpt: And that’s that. Or it would be, if Colton didn’t get drunk a few nights later and spend five hours watching replays of Chad’s races on YouTube and jerking off to the way the water drips down he body as he climbs out of the pool.
It becomes a sad kind of pattern - whenever he goes out and comes back home alone, he’ll think about Chad and watch his videos and jerk off. It would be embarrassing if he let himself think about it, so he doesn’t. He just cues up his favorite video and lets his mind go blank, except for when it flashes to the way Chad looked when he was on his knees in the bathroom, shy and eager at the same time, or the size of his hands on Colton’s hips and head and dick.
All this stuff is on AO3; I got weird and paranoid and flocked all my fic on this journal recently (although I am an equal-opportunity friend request accepter), so this is probably gonna be the deal for now if this writing spree keeps up.
You can also follow my new fic tumblr at Yekoc Posts Porn, if you are so inclined.