fic: untitled phelps/lochte reunion
untitled phelps/lochte reunion
ryan lochte/michael phelps
nc17, 1560 words
warnings for curse words and blowjobs. also dedicated to aftereighteen and icygrace.
Michael has a lot of groveling to do, and a lot of it better be spent on his knees with Ryan’s dick down the back of his throat.
Ryan begrudgingly chews on the skittles Michael bought him. They’re the tropical kind, which are his all-time favorite type of skittles, but he doesn’t want to like them because that means Michael’s done something right.
“Just because you bought me skittles doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you,” Ryan says, chewing aggressively on the candy in his mouth.
“I know,” Michael replies, looking bashful. He’s wearing glasses and a sweater like an old man and Ryan’s trying really really hard not to find it cute. Michael looks really good in glasses, and the fact that he actually has to wear them adds to the overall adorableness of the whole outfit.
Ryan chews harder on the candy. He shouldn’t find Michael cute or adorable. He’s a ratchet cheating ho who turned his back on Ryan for six months straight to fuck around with questionable ladies and hang out with his douchebag friends. Ryan didn’t expect Michael to be by his side 24/7 after retirement, but he didn’t expect to be swept under the rug and ignored either.
“I’m uh, sorry,” Michael says, looking at Ryan over the rim of his glasses. They’ve slipped down the bridge of his nose, making Michael look like a total geek. A total geek Ryan wouldn’t mind bending over a table and fucking.
But no. He won’t give in. Not yet at least. Ryan wants at least one blowjob, and a sincere apology from Michael, not just skittles.
Ryan doesn’t reply. Michael just continues. “I didn’t mean to ignore you. I kind of just… I wanted to get away from everything swimming related and then I kind of got caught up in shit… and I never slept with any of those girls, I swear.”
Ryan glares. Michael says, “Okay, maybe Megan. But the others? I never did.”
“It’s just not me you have to apologize to y’know,” Ryan says, dumping the rest of the Skittles packet into his mouth. “You’ve got to make it up to our son as well.”
Michael looks confused. “When the fuck did we have a son?”
“Conor you dick,” Ryan snaps. “We totally adopted him in London.”
Michael just kind of blinks at him. “I didn’t - is that even legal? He’s twenty-four.”
“Hypothetically we did,” Ryan replies. “But it doesn’t matter if we really did or not. You’ve been a dick to him and a dick to Ricky too. Phelps, it’s basically against the fucking law to be mean to Ricky.”
Michael opens his mouth to say something and then closes it. He sits back in his chair and looks guilty and a lot like he’s about to be sick. “What do I have to do to make it up to you?” He asks quietly.
Ryan finishes chewing his candy and swallows. He looks at Michael long and hard. Three months ago he wouldn’t have even agreed to be in a room with Michael, not after the shit he pulled, but Ryan’s had time to think and forgive.
“You can suck my dick,” Ryan says as serious as the day.
Michael gapes at him. Ryan adds, “After that you can give me a real apology. Without any bullshit excuses. And then you’re going to delete every single ho’s number you have in your phone.”
“I don’t -”
“I don’t believe for a second that you don’t have that Jasmine girl’s number, or the one from the Bahamas either,” Ryan cuts him off. “Now get over here and suck my dick and maybe I’ll think about forgiving you.”
Michael stands up. He looks pissed, but still guilty. “What if I don’t suck your dick? Are you never going to forgive me?”
“Of course I will you idiot,” Ryan replies, sighing heavily. “It would just be nice if you did.”
Michael just stands there staring at him and then finally, “Fine, you giant dick.”
Ryan’s sitting on his bed in just his briefs. He had meant to change into real clothes after his shower, but then Michael had texted him that he wanted to talk and Ryan had decided that he was going to flaunt the Reezy goods just to make him suffer.
Michael takes off his glasses and places them on the bed as he gets on his knees between Ryan’s legs. “I really am sorry,” he says, working Ryan’s briefs down over his hips.
“Yeah I know,” Ryan sighs, running his fingers through Michael’s thick hair, and then he’s wrapping his fist around his dick and jerking, Michael’s eyes watching the movement.
Michael watches for a moment and then he knocks Ryan’s hand away and swallows his dick down, mouth sloppy and wet. Ryan groans. It’s been awhile since he last got his dick wet, and Michael’s special talent has always been sucking dick.
Michael bobs his head, relaxing his throat and moaning around Ryan’s cock. He looks up at Ryan through his eyelashes and Ryan buries his fingers in Michael’s hair and starts to thrust, just little movements that Michael allows, his jaw loosening and his hands bracing on Ryan’s thighs.
“Fuck,” Ryan breathes, hips moving faster. Michael stops moving his head all together and just lets his mouth hang open, Ryan’s cock sliding down the back of his throat, almost gagging him. Spit comes up and spills over the corners of Michael’s mouth when Ryan pulls back but Michael just moans louder and continues to look at Ryan.
Ryan closes his eyes and holds Michael’s head still by his hair, fucking his mouth. Michael starts to make choking noises but he doesn’t try to pull away from Ryan, just takes the cock in his mouth like a whore, and when Ryan comes with a shout he swallows as much of Ryan’s come as possible, a lot of it slopping back down over Ryan’s dick.
When Ryan’s cock slips free Michael groans, tracing over it with his tongue to clean it, and Ryan has to pull him into a kiss to make him stop. Ryan scoots back on the bed, dragging Michael with him, and he can feel Michael’s dick hard in his jeans against his thigh.
Ryan undoes Michael’s belt and pushes his pants down his thighs until he can free Michael’s cock. Michael lets out a groan when Ryan wraps his fingers around his cock, the weight heavy and familiar in Ryan’s hand.
“Fuck I’ve missed you,” Michael breathes. Ryan doesn’t say anything, just continues to move his wrist, making the tight circle with his fingers Michael’s always liked.
“I know it’s my fault,” Michael says. “I really fucked up and I’m sorry.”
Ryan kisses him. Michael comes all over his hand and then collapses on the bed next to Ryan.
They just lie there, breathing heavily, and then Michael says, “I got come on my glasses.”
Ryan looks over. Sure enough there’s a glob of come on the lenses of Michael’s glasses. Michael scrunches his face up in disgust, wiping them off on the duvet.
“That’s what you get for being a slut,” Ryan says, wiping his fingers on the same duvet. Michael makes a face and puts his glasses back on, underwear still down around his thighs.
“I’m not a slut,” Michael mutters, pulling his underwear back up.
Ryan just looks at him. “What?” Michael says. “Despite what you and the rest of the world think I’m not a slut.”
Ryan snorts. He pulls his own underwear back on and then reaches out for another bag of skittles Michael bought for him. There’s an entire pile of them on the floor too, and a few cans of mountain dew in the mini fridge. Ryan could be a dick and complain that Michael didn’t bring him any candy corn, but he got a blowjob out of all of it and he’s feeling particularly forgiving.
“I forgive you,” he says. “But you’ve got to make it up to Conor and Ricky. And I was being serious about getting rid of those hos numbers.”
“Does this mean we’re back together?” Michael asks. He looks hopefully, and if Ryan was a dick he’d say no, but he’s forgiven Michael for his outlandish behavior and honestly he’s missed the lisping asshole.
“Are you planning to get a pretend girlfriend, cheat on me, and then throw me under the bus again?” Ryan retorts. Michael bites on his lower lip, pulling away a little.
“No,” Michael says quietly.
“Things aren’t gonna be like normal right away,” Ryan says, “cause you’ve still got a lot of groveling and dick sucking to do but yeah.”
Michael smiles. “You want to go to Dylan’s tomorrow?”
“What’s at Dylan’s?” Ryan asks.
“Candy corn,” Michael replies. “I’ll buy you all the candy corn you want and then suck your dick.”
Ryan contemplates the offer. “I want to eat candy corn off your stomach. And I want more skittles too, and a family vacation to Mexico.”
“Conor just went to Mexico,” Michael protests. “You’re going to spoil him.”
“Excuse you,” Ryan replies hotly, “it’s tough being a single parent. I have to over compensate because you haven’t been around a lot.”
Michael snorts and rolls his eyes. “Fine.”
Ryan laughs and throws his arm over Michael’s waist, chewing away at his skittles.
ryan lochte/michael phelps
nc17, 1560 words
warnings for curse words and blowjobs. also dedicated to aftereighteen and icygrace.
Michael has a lot of groveling to do, and a lot of it better be spent on his knees with Ryan’s dick down the back of his throat.
Ryan begrudgingly chews on the skittles Michael bought him. They’re the tropical kind, which are his all-time favorite type of skittles, but he doesn’t want to like them because that means Michael’s done something right.
“Just because you bought me skittles doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you,” Ryan says, chewing aggressively on the candy in his mouth.
“I know,” Michael replies, looking bashful. He’s wearing glasses and a sweater like an old man and Ryan’s trying really really hard not to find it cute. Michael looks really good in glasses, and the fact that he actually has to wear them adds to the overall adorableness of the whole outfit.
Ryan chews harder on the candy. He shouldn’t find Michael cute or adorable. He’s a ratchet cheating ho who turned his back on Ryan for six months straight to fuck around with questionable ladies and hang out with his douchebag friends. Ryan didn’t expect Michael to be by his side 24/7 after retirement, but he didn’t expect to be swept under the rug and ignored either.
“I’m uh, sorry,” Michael says, looking at Ryan over the rim of his glasses. They’ve slipped down the bridge of his nose, making Michael look like a total geek. A total geek Ryan wouldn’t mind bending over a table and fucking.
But no. He won’t give in. Not yet at least. Ryan wants at least one blowjob, and a sincere apology from Michael, not just skittles.
Ryan doesn’t reply. Michael just continues. “I didn’t mean to ignore you. I kind of just… I wanted to get away from everything swimming related and then I kind of got caught up in shit… and I never slept with any of those girls, I swear.”
Ryan glares. Michael says, “Okay, maybe Megan. But the others? I never did.”
“It’s just not me you have to apologize to y’know,” Ryan says, dumping the rest of the Skittles packet into his mouth. “You’ve got to make it up to our son as well.”
Michael looks confused. “When the fuck did we have a son?”
“Conor you dick,” Ryan snaps. “We totally adopted him in London.”
Michael just kind of blinks at him. “I didn’t - is that even legal? He’s twenty-four.”
“Hypothetically we did,” Ryan replies. “But it doesn’t matter if we really did or not. You’ve been a dick to him and a dick to Ricky too. Phelps, it’s basically against the fucking law to be mean to Ricky.”
Michael opens his mouth to say something and then closes it. He sits back in his chair and looks guilty and a lot like he’s about to be sick. “What do I have to do to make it up to you?” He asks quietly.
Ryan finishes chewing his candy and swallows. He looks at Michael long and hard. Three months ago he wouldn’t have even agreed to be in a room with Michael, not after the shit he pulled, but Ryan’s had time to think and forgive.
“You can suck my dick,” Ryan says as serious as the day.
Michael gapes at him. Ryan adds, “After that you can give me a real apology. Without any bullshit excuses. And then you’re going to delete every single ho’s number you have in your phone.”
“I don’t -”
“I don’t believe for a second that you don’t have that Jasmine girl’s number, or the one from the Bahamas either,” Ryan cuts him off. “Now get over here and suck my dick and maybe I’ll think about forgiving you.”
Michael stands up. He looks pissed, but still guilty. “What if I don’t suck your dick? Are you never going to forgive me?”
“Of course I will you idiot,” Ryan replies, sighing heavily. “It would just be nice if you did.”
Michael just stands there staring at him and then finally, “Fine, you giant dick.”
Ryan’s sitting on his bed in just his briefs. He had meant to change into real clothes after his shower, but then Michael had texted him that he wanted to talk and Ryan had decided that he was going to flaunt the Reezy goods just to make him suffer.
Michael takes off his glasses and places them on the bed as he gets on his knees between Ryan’s legs. “I really am sorry,” he says, working Ryan’s briefs down over his hips.
“Yeah I know,” Ryan sighs, running his fingers through Michael’s thick hair, and then he’s wrapping his fist around his dick and jerking, Michael’s eyes watching the movement.
Michael watches for a moment and then he knocks Ryan’s hand away and swallows his dick down, mouth sloppy and wet. Ryan groans. It’s been awhile since he last got his dick wet, and Michael’s special talent has always been sucking dick.
Michael bobs his head, relaxing his throat and moaning around Ryan’s cock. He looks up at Ryan through his eyelashes and Ryan buries his fingers in Michael’s hair and starts to thrust, just little movements that Michael allows, his jaw loosening and his hands bracing on Ryan’s thighs.
“Fuck,” Ryan breathes, hips moving faster. Michael stops moving his head all together and just lets his mouth hang open, Ryan’s cock sliding down the back of his throat, almost gagging him. Spit comes up and spills over the corners of Michael’s mouth when Ryan pulls back but Michael just moans louder and continues to look at Ryan.
Ryan closes his eyes and holds Michael’s head still by his hair, fucking his mouth. Michael starts to make choking noises but he doesn’t try to pull away from Ryan, just takes the cock in his mouth like a whore, and when Ryan comes with a shout he swallows as much of Ryan’s come as possible, a lot of it slopping back down over Ryan’s dick.
When Ryan’s cock slips free Michael groans, tracing over it with his tongue to clean it, and Ryan has to pull him into a kiss to make him stop. Ryan scoots back on the bed, dragging Michael with him, and he can feel Michael’s dick hard in his jeans against his thigh.
Ryan undoes Michael’s belt and pushes his pants down his thighs until he can free Michael’s cock. Michael lets out a groan when Ryan wraps his fingers around his cock, the weight heavy and familiar in Ryan’s hand.
“Fuck I’ve missed you,” Michael breathes. Ryan doesn’t say anything, just continues to move his wrist, making the tight circle with his fingers Michael’s always liked.
“I know it’s my fault,” Michael says. “I really fucked up and I’m sorry.”
Ryan kisses him. Michael comes all over his hand and then collapses on the bed next to Ryan.
They just lie there, breathing heavily, and then Michael says, “I got come on my glasses.”
Ryan looks over. Sure enough there’s a glob of come on the lenses of Michael’s glasses. Michael scrunches his face up in disgust, wiping them off on the duvet.
“That’s what you get for being a slut,” Ryan says, wiping his fingers on the same duvet. Michael makes a face and puts his glasses back on, underwear still down around his thighs.
“I’m not a slut,” Michael mutters, pulling his underwear back up.
Ryan just looks at him. “What?” Michael says. “Despite what you and the rest of the world think I’m not a slut.”
Ryan snorts. He pulls his own underwear back on and then reaches out for another bag of skittles Michael bought for him. There’s an entire pile of them on the floor too, and a few cans of mountain dew in the mini fridge. Ryan could be a dick and complain that Michael didn’t bring him any candy corn, but he got a blowjob out of all of it and he’s feeling particularly forgiving.
“I forgive you,” he says. “But you’ve got to make it up to Conor and Ricky. And I was being serious about getting rid of those hos numbers.”
“Does this mean we’re back together?” Michael asks. He looks hopefully, and if Ryan was a dick he’d say no, but he’s forgiven Michael for his outlandish behavior and honestly he’s missed the lisping asshole.
“Are you planning to get a pretend girlfriend, cheat on me, and then throw me under the bus again?” Ryan retorts. Michael bites on his lower lip, pulling away a little.
“No,” Michael says quietly.
“Things aren’t gonna be like normal right away,” Ryan says, “cause you’ve still got a lot of groveling and dick sucking to do but yeah.”
Michael smiles. “You want to go to Dylan’s tomorrow?”
“What’s at Dylan’s?” Ryan asks.
“Candy corn,” Michael replies. “I’ll buy you all the candy corn you want and then suck your dick.”
Ryan contemplates the offer. “I want to eat candy corn off your stomach. And I want more skittles too, and a family vacation to Mexico.”
“Conor just went to Mexico,” Michael protests. “You’re going to spoil him.”
“Excuse you,” Ryan replies hotly, “it’s tough being a single parent. I have to over compensate because you haven’t been around a lot.”
Michael snorts and rolls his eyes. “Fine.”
Ryan laughs and throws his arm over Michael’s waist, chewing away at his skittles.