Ficlet: Back To School
Title: Back To School
Pairing: Thorpe/Phelps
Rating:PG for implied sex
Warning: None
A/N: In honor of Michael starting school (and me too I guess) I wrote this little ficlet. ENJOY!
Michael threw his backpack over his shouler and started his walk to the townhouse. Since his DUI he hadn't been allowed to drive, but he didn't mind so much since he lived so close to the campus. With a smile at the doorman, he walked to the elevator and waited till it arrived. Once he heard the familiar ding, he stepped inside and began to search for the key in his backpack. He wasn't the neatest person and the state of his townhouse would definetly be proof of that. He still hadn't found his key when he stepped off the elevator, but as he walked down the hallway toward his door, he noticed that the door was open.
"What the hell?"
Michael began to pray that no one had broken into his apartment. He didn't have a whole lot of stuff in there yet, but the stuff that he did have, he couldn't afford to loose. Michael slowly eased open the door carefully, listening for any sounds.
"Hello?" he called
Michael continued to his livingroom, but stopped as a huge grin spread across his face, as he recognized the familair face lounging on his couch.
"You."
Ian turned to smile at Michael.
"Have a good day at school sweetheart?" Ian asked
Michael dropped his backpack on the floor, and took a seat dangerously close to his friend.
"What are you doing here?" Michael said, trying his best not to tackle Ian into the couch
"Well, you being the inexperienced Freshmen, me being the wise person that I am, I thought I should come and teach you a few things."
Michael pushed Ian down to the couch, and crawled on top of him, pinning his shoulders down.
"Okay then. Teach me everything you know."
The two lovers fell into a deep kiss, and Michael was sure that he was going to get some schooling, that he wasn't about to forget
*Good thoughts to everyone in school, or not, about being lucky enough to have Ian as your teacher. YUM!*
Pairing: Thorpe/Phelps
Rating:PG for implied sex
Warning: None
A/N: In honor of Michael starting school (and me too I guess) I wrote this little ficlet. ENJOY!
Michael threw his backpack over his shouler and started his walk to the townhouse. Since his DUI he hadn't been allowed to drive, but he didn't mind so much since he lived so close to the campus. With a smile at the doorman, he walked to the elevator and waited till it arrived. Once he heard the familiar ding, he stepped inside and began to search for the key in his backpack. He wasn't the neatest person and the state of his townhouse would definetly be proof of that. He still hadn't found his key when he stepped off the elevator, but as he walked down the hallway toward his door, he noticed that the door was open.
"What the hell?"
Michael began to pray that no one had broken into his apartment. He didn't have a whole lot of stuff in there yet, but the stuff that he did have, he couldn't afford to loose. Michael slowly eased open the door carefully, listening for any sounds.
"Hello?" he called
Michael continued to his livingroom, but stopped as a huge grin spread across his face, as he recognized the familair face lounging on his couch.
"You."
Ian turned to smile at Michael.
"Have a good day at school sweetheart?" Ian asked
Michael dropped his backpack on the floor, and took a seat dangerously close to his friend.
"What are you doing here?" Michael said, trying his best not to tackle Ian into the couch
"Well, you being the inexperienced Freshmen, me being the wise person that I am, I thought I should come and teach you a few things."
Michael pushed Ian down to the couch, and crawled on top of him, pinning his shoulders down.
"Okay then. Teach me everything you know."
The two lovers fell into a deep kiss, and Michael was sure that he was going to get some schooling, that he wasn't about to forget
*Good thoughts to everyone in school, or not, about being lucky enough to have Ian as your teacher. YUM!*