There are a lot of awesome things about having sex with your best friend, especially when your best friend is a handsy mofo who grins and flirts with you and is actually the worst interviewee in Olympic history.
“Truth,” Michael says, gasping a little. “Andrea Kremer is actually going to kill you with her microphone, it’s gonna be like Clue, right, the newscaster with the blunt object by the pool.”
“That ‘what happened’ shit,” Ryan says, fingers fumbling with the zipper on Michael’s hoodie, “-jesus, why is this so hard-do not say ‘that’s what she said’, bro, it isn’t worth it-but like, the poolside interviews are killing me. I want to hug you, America wants me to hug you ‘cause freedom, and she pops up like she knows.”
Michael ignores most of that to say, “Ryan, seriously, why can you not work a zipper,” especially because the thought of Andrea Kremer knowing anything about what they’re currently getting up to is a terrifying one
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They’re not roommates this time around (he suspects the USOC wanted to make sure he could focus, get his head in the game, keep them on top, and that’s how he ended up in the only single room in the suite, which is for serious the size of a closet) but this is second- best, even if Michael keeps hitting his elbows into the wall when he tries to stretch in the morning
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ugh, borked html and comment limits, LJ you are so rudeThey lie there for a while-- the suite walls are pretty thin, but everyone else seems to be asleep or elsewhere. Probably elsewhere. Michael hopes elsewhere; swimmers are gossips
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you're writing style is fabulous and it is so darn lovely. love the way the voices just /are/. so much snark and so much fondness and loyalty and awkward closet-bedroom awesome times. and the interviewers! and obama! really brilliant stuff. :D
Thanks for being a rockstar and killing this prompt. You are saintly and your characterization makes me feel like you were totes creepin on them while they did this. Hahah!
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There are a lot of awesome things about having sex with your best friend, especially when your best friend is a handsy mofo who grins and flirts with you and is actually the worst interviewee in Olympic history.
“Truth,” Michael says, gasping a little. “Andrea Kremer is actually going to kill you with her microphone, it’s gonna be like Clue, right, the newscaster with the blunt object by the pool.”
“That ‘what happened’ shit,” Ryan says, fingers fumbling with the zipper on Michael’s hoodie, “-jesus, why is this so hard-do not say ‘that’s what she said’, bro, it isn’t worth it-but like, the poolside interviews are killing me. I want to hug you, America wants me to hug you ‘cause freedom, and she pops up like she knows.”
Michael ignores most of that to say, “Ryan, seriously, why can you not work a zipper,” especially because the thought of Andrea Kremer knowing anything about what they’re currently getting up to is a terrifying one ( ... )
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They’re not roommates this time around (he suspects the USOC wanted to make sure he could focus, get his head in the game, keep them on top, and that’s how he ended up in the only single room in the suite, which is for serious the size of a closet) but this is second- best, even if Michael keeps hitting his elbows into the wall when he tries to stretch in the morning ( ... )
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THIS!!!!
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their voices are perfect and i am loving the shade about NBC :D
i hope you do more fills!
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Hope to read more from you
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