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idraTitle: Rainy Days
Author:idra
Disclaimer: This is purely fiction. No harm or disrespect is intended. I make no claims about the person's true sexuality.
Fandom: Swimming
Pairing: Ryan Lochte/Michael Phelps
Table: One - Seasonal
Prompt: 05. Rain
Rating: R
Word Count: 791
Summary: Ryan and Michael go to the beach in the rain.
"I'm curious Mike." Ryan smirks a little and stares at the back of Michael's head as he stares out at the rain pouring down.
"Curious about what?" Michael frowns. "God, you bitched about the snow, but damn. It's done nothing but downpour since we got here."
"Snow is way worse. Anyhow, have you ever fucked on the beach in the rain?" Ryan grins at the way Michael's eyes light up. "Is that a yes or a no?"
"Both. No, I haven't but yes, I'd love to."
Ryan takes his hand and pulls him out into the rain, and they drive as fast as they can towards the beach.
Once they get there, Ryan pulls him out onto the sand and looks around. For as far as they can see, there's no one else on the beach, so Ryan starts to tug off his clothes, then runs into the ocean, diving beneath the waves. Michael sits on the shore, working his shoes and socks off before he starts to unbutton his shirt. "Ryan, you're going to get sick again."
"Nope." Ryan comes out of the water, shaking the water droplets off and over Michael. "We're already playing in the rain, Mike."
"So? You're diving into a cold ocean and..." Michael trails off, realizing he's overreacting. "Sorry, just don't want to go through you being sick again. Especially here."
Ryan straddles Michael's lap and smiles at him. "Hey, it's all good. Maybe my parents aren't as cool as your mom, but that's fine. We've got each other. We've got Devon. We've got Kyle. We'll make it, Mikey. I promise."
Michael smiles and rubs his hands over Ryan's naked hips. "I know, but... I worry about you. It's like my job and stuff."
Ryan smirks. "Right now your job is to get naked and fuck me, Mikey."
"I could do that. But... wet sand, probably worse than dry sand. As in painful."
Ryan laughs and nods. "Okay. You get naked. I've got a blanket in the back of the Jeep." He hops to his feet and runs back to the car, getting the blanket out of the back and grabbing the picnic basket he'd packed before it had started to rain. By the time he gets back to Michael, Michael's naked and sitting there covering himself with his clothes. "Naked doesn't mean covering your dick, Michael. I want to look at you." He lays the blanket down and pulls Michael's hands away from him. He looks him over, a small smirk stretching across his face. "Hot. Lay down on the blanket and I'm going to have my way with you."
"Thought you wanted me to fuck you."
"Well, I want you to fuck me. That doesn't mean you get to be on top." Ryan pushes him onto the blanket and grabs the lube out of the basket.
After they finish, Ryan flops onto his back and grins widely. "Ah, I love the rain."
"You would. I take it this isn't your first time on the beach in the rain?"
"First time with you, so..."
"That's the important thing," Michael murmurs, rolling onto his side and looking Ryan over. "Tell me you brought swim suits so we could go swimming."
"Who needs swim suits?" Ryan laughs at the shocked expression in Michael's eyes. "Yes, dork. They're in the picnic basket." He flips it open and hands Michael a suit, then tugs his own on. "Want food or to swim first?"
"Let's swim, then we can eat whatever you've packed in your sneaky little basket there."
"Sneaky? How is it sneaky?" Ryan asks as he gets to his feet and starts for the ocean. "Just because I didn't tell you about it..."
Michael rolls his eyes and chases Ryan. "That's exactly it and you know it. You're not supposed to keep stuff from me."
"Not even happy surprises like me making your favourite potato salad and ham sandwiches and lots and lots of coleslaw?"
"Well, in that case, who needs to swim. Or better yet, you go swim and I'll go eat." Michael laughs and heads back for the food.
Ryan tackles him to the sand and starts tickling him. "Hey! Water then food, mister or else."
"Or else what, Ry? You'll tickle me to death?" Michael asks, trying to squirm away from Ryan.
"If I have to, yes." Ryan grins and then kisses him, pulling him to his feet. "C'mon. Ocean. You'll feel how cool it is to go swimming in the ocean."
"I've been in the ocean before, Ryan."
"But not with me." Ryan pulls him down to the water, then shoves him under just as a wave breaks. He laughs, then yelps when Michael grabs his leg and pulls him in as well.
the end
Author:
idra Disclaimer: This is purely fiction. No harm or disrespect is intended. I make no claims about the person's true sexuality.
Fandom: Swimming
Pairing: Ryan Lochte/Michael Phelps
Table: One - Seasonal
Prompt: 05. Rain
Rating: R
Word Count: 791
Summary: Ryan and Michael go to the beach in the rain.
"I'm curious Mike." Ryan smirks a little and stares at the back of Michael's head as he stares out at the rain pouring down.
"Curious about what?" Michael frowns. "God, you bitched about the snow, but damn. It's done nothing but downpour since we got here."
"Snow is way worse. Anyhow, have you ever fucked on the beach in the rain?" Ryan grins at the way Michael's eyes light up. "Is that a yes or a no?"
"Both. No, I haven't but yes, I'd love to."
Ryan takes his hand and pulls him out into the rain, and they drive as fast as they can towards the beach.
Once they get there, Ryan pulls him out onto the sand and looks around. For as far as they can see, there's no one else on the beach, so Ryan starts to tug off his clothes, then runs into the ocean, diving beneath the waves. Michael sits on the shore, working his shoes and socks off before he starts to unbutton his shirt. "Ryan, you're going to get sick again."
"Nope." Ryan comes out of the water, shaking the water droplets off and over Michael. "We're already playing in the rain, Mike."
"So? You're diving into a cold ocean and..." Michael trails off, realizing he's overreacting. "Sorry, just don't want to go through you being sick again. Especially here."
Ryan straddles Michael's lap and smiles at him. "Hey, it's all good. Maybe my parents aren't as cool as your mom, but that's fine. We've got each other. We've got Devon. We've got Kyle. We'll make it, Mikey. I promise."
Michael smiles and rubs his hands over Ryan's naked hips. "I know, but... I worry about you. It's like my job and stuff."
Ryan smirks. "Right now your job is to get naked and fuck me, Mikey."
"I could do that. But... wet sand, probably worse than dry sand. As in painful."
Ryan laughs and nods. "Okay. You get naked. I've got a blanket in the back of the Jeep." He hops to his feet and runs back to the car, getting the blanket out of the back and grabbing the picnic basket he'd packed before it had started to rain. By the time he gets back to Michael, Michael's naked and sitting there covering himself with his clothes. "Naked doesn't mean covering your dick, Michael. I want to look at you." He lays the blanket down and pulls Michael's hands away from him. He looks him over, a small smirk stretching across his face. "Hot. Lay down on the blanket and I'm going to have my way with you."
"Thought you wanted me to fuck you."
"Well, I want you to fuck me. That doesn't mean you get to be on top." Ryan pushes him onto the blanket and grabs the lube out of the basket.
After they finish, Ryan flops onto his back and grins widely. "Ah, I love the rain."
"You would. I take it this isn't your first time on the beach in the rain?"
"First time with you, so..."
"That's the important thing," Michael murmurs, rolling onto his side and looking Ryan over. "Tell me you brought swim suits so we could go swimming."
"Who needs swim suits?" Ryan laughs at the shocked expression in Michael's eyes. "Yes, dork. They're in the picnic basket." He flips it open and hands Michael a suit, then tugs his own on. "Want food or to swim first?"
"Let's swim, then we can eat whatever you've packed in your sneaky little basket there."
"Sneaky? How is it sneaky?" Ryan asks as he gets to his feet and starts for the ocean. "Just because I didn't tell you about it..."
Michael rolls his eyes and chases Ryan. "That's exactly it and you know it. You're not supposed to keep stuff from me."
"Not even happy surprises like me making your favourite potato salad and ham sandwiches and lots and lots of coleslaw?"
"Well, in that case, who needs to swim. Or better yet, you go swim and I'll go eat." Michael laughs and heads back for the food.
Ryan tackles him to the sand and starts tickling him. "Hey! Water then food, mister or else."
"Or else what, Ry? You'll tickle me to death?" Michael asks, trying to squirm away from Ryan.
"If I have to, yes." Ryan grins and then kisses him, pulling him to his feet. "C'mon. Ocean. You'll feel how cool it is to go swimming in the ocean."
"I've been in the ocean before, Ryan."
"But not with me." Ryan pulls him down to the water, then shoves him under just as a wave breaks. He laughs, then yelps when Michael grabs his leg and pulls him in as well.
the end
