Phelps/Thorpe Fic
Title: Angry Fingers
Author: Pornsmirk
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Michael Phelps/Ian Thorpe
Genre: Angry Smut
Disclaimer: Fiction, I don't condone violence
Warning: Language, Anger, Partial non-consensual sexual act
Author’s Note: This my first Michael and Ian. Feedback is always helpful!
"Angry Fingers
Michael followed Ian into the restroom of the box at the stadium. Everyone else had filed out after the Super bowl ended.
Michael locked the door behind him and waited for Ian to come out of one of the two private stalls.
Ian washed his hands and grinned at Michael as he discarded his paper towel. “Did you need to use the restroom or are you just waiting to walk me home, Dollface?”
Michael leaned against the door and did everything he could not to fly across the room and beat the shit out of Ian. Knocking that damn smug, sexy grin off his face.
Even though he was full of anger and frustration, Michael maintained a blank expression.
“Oh, Mikey...not in the mood to play, are we?” Ian smirked and added a condescending chuckle.
That was all Michael could take. The proverbial “last straw”. He was sick of Ian toying with him. Teasing, flirting then ignoring him.
Michael covered the length of the small room in seconds. He grabbed Ian’s arms just below his shoulders and pulled him forcefully against his own body. Michael pressed his lips onto Ian’s and devoured the other swimmer’s mouth. He kissed him hard and darted his hot tongue into Ian’s wet mouth before Ian could even protest.
Ian struggled but that just fueled Michael’s rage. It caused him to tighten his grip on Ian’s arms and probe deeper, fucking Ian’s mouth with his thick, firm tongue.
Michael broke their connection for a gasp of air and released his captive. Ian huffed as well, catching his breath then shouting at Michael in a surprised, high pitch voice, “What the hell do you think you are doing?”
“I’m playing... and this time you will play.” Michael barked the words. He was still breathless and still angry.
Ian flashed a cocky grin and started to walk by Michael, seductively brushing his body against Michael’s as he’d done so many times before.
Michael’s jaw tighten and he started to speak but only he spit out a barrage of meaningless angry words. He grabbed Ian’s arm, yanking him back . He turned Ian and had him bent over the counter faster then either man excepted. Ian was leaning over, ass up and forced on his elbows between the two sinks.
Michael reached around unfastening Ian’s pants and pulled them down just enough to clear his firm, tan ass. Ian was shocked, it all happened so fast.
Michael sucked two of his fingers.
Without a word, he pushed them between Ian’s cheeks. Ian jerked and Michael clutched his hip with his other hand.
“Michael, what the fuck are you doing?” Ian snorted becoming seriously enraged now.
Michael responded with only a nasty, teeth grinding growl and shoved his two fingers into Ian ‘s tight ass.
“ Ah...hhh.....that hurt....damn you!” Ian choked and wiggled forward trying to get free.
Michael reached for Ian’s shoulder, bring him back rough on his fingers. Ian grunted “Uh...!”
Michael returned his hand to Ian’s hip with a tight grip as he plunged deeper into his ass with two fingers then three.
A few strokes of Ian’s prostate had him moaning and pushing back instead of fighting.
Michael fucked Ian’s ass deep, hard and fast with his fingers. It wasn’t long before he had Ian whimpered and begging. Michael wanted to make sure Ian Thorpe realized what he had been missing. He added a fourth finger. Michael’s cock strained against his pants as Ian groan loudly then whimpered his name, “Oh God....Michael.....Michael...please.....”
Michael twirled his fingers then stroked long and slow. He thrust deeply then pulled out and stopped. Ian cried and pleaded, his cock wet and throbbing.
Finally, with several rapid stabs way up inside and a massage of that special spot, Ian had a mind blowing orgasm. He jerked and slammed back on Michael's hand. A wave of heat surged through his body and his knees almost gave way under his own weight.
Michael washed his hands quite calmly as Ian panted, still breathless, bent over and shaking.
Ian glanced at the outline of Michael’s erection through his khakis. My God, he’s huge. Ian thought. “Let me suck you off, Michael.” Ian looked up at Michael who had already noticed Ian staring at his cock.
Michael just tossed his used paper towel in the trash and headed to door.
Ian begged in a whiny voice. “Michael, come on...I wanna suck you...I want you....”
Michael turned, glaring at him and asserted. “You should have thought of that this past year while you were playing fucking mind games with me.”
“ I’m sorry...I was just....” Ian tried to explain.
“Save it.” Michael contented as he pivoted and reached for the door. He wasn’t about to let his anger go that easily. Ian had taunted him since last spring and he was sure this was another one of his tricks.
What Michael heard next stopped him it his tracks and brought a long overdue smile to his face. It wasn’t really what he heard but how it sounded. “Michael....please.... Ian cried out. He was begging, needy, desperate and possiblysincere.
Michael released the door handle and faced him with a emotionless visage. He wanted to believe he broken through Ian’s front. He had an idea about why Ian was this way but he was still too mad to care at this point.
He was tired with sore balls from a swollen erection. He had just fingered in the most beautiful creature in the world and he couldn’t even enjoy it completely.
Ian’s face revealed more. He was still resting on the counter, pants down and soft cock dripping the last sweet remains into the puddle of come on the floor. Ian really did seem sincere. Michael almost felt bad for being so angry but it would take more then Ian looking helpless, needy and used.
“You know where Michigan is.” and Michael was gone.
Author: Pornsmirk
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Michael Phelps/Ian Thorpe
Genre: Angry Smut
Disclaimer: Fiction, I don't condone violence
Warning: Language, Anger, Partial non-consensual sexual act
Author’s Note: This my first Michael and Ian. Feedback is always helpful!
"Angry Fingers
Michael followed Ian into the restroom of the box at the stadium. Everyone else had filed out after the Super bowl ended.
Michael locked the door behind him and waited for Ian to come out of one of the two private stalls.
Ian washed his hands and grinned at Michael as he discarded his paper towel. “Did you need to use the restroom or are you just waiting to walk me home, Dollface?”
Michael leaned against the door and did everything he could not to fly across the room and beat the shit out of Ian. Knocking that damn smug, sexy grin off his face.
Even though he was full of anger and frustration, Michael maintained a blank expression.
“Oh, Mikey...not in the mood to play, are we?” Ian smirked and added a condescending chuckle.
That was all Michael could take. The proverbial “last straw”. He was sick of Ian toying with him. Teasing, flirting then ignoring him.
Michael covered the length of the small room in seconds. He grabbed Ian’s arms just below his shoulders and pulled him forcefully against his own body. Michael pressed his lips onto Ian’s and devoured the other swimmer’s mouth. He kissed him hard and darted his hot tongue into Ian’s wet mouth before Ian could even protest.
Ian struggled but that just fueled Michael’s rage. It caused him to tighten his grip on Ian’s arms and probe deeper, fucking Ian’s mouth with his thick, firm tongue.
Michael broke their connection for a gasp of air and released his captive. Ian huffed as well, catching his breath then shouting at Michael in a surprised, high pitch voice, “What the hell do you think you are doing?”
“I’m playing... and this time you will play.” Michael barked the words. He was still breathless and still angry.
Ian flashed a cocky grin and started to walk by Michael, seductively brushing his body against Michael’s as he’d done so many times before.
Michael’s jaw tighten and he started to speak but only he spit out a barrage of meaningless angry words. He grabbed Ian’s arm, yanking him back . He turned Ian and had him bent over the counter faster then either man excepted. Ian was leaning over, ass up and forced on his elbows between the two sinks.
Michael reached around unfastening Ian’s pants and pulled them down just enough to clear his firm, tan ass. Ian was shocked, it all happened so fast.
Michael sucked two of his fingers.
Without a word, he pushed them between Ian’s cheeks. Ian jerked and Michael clutched his hip with his other hand.
“Michael, what the fuck are you doing?” Ian snorted becoming seriously enraged now.
Michael responded with only a nasty, teeth grinding growl and shoved his two fingers into Ian ‘s tight ass.
“ Ah...hhh.....that hurt....damn you!” Ian choked and wiggled forward trying to get free.
Michael reached for Ian’s shoulder, bring him back rough on his fingers. Ian grunted “Uh...!”
Michael returned his hand to Ian’s hip with a tight grip as he plunged deeper into his ass with two fingers then three.
A few strokes of Ian’s prostate had him moaning and pushing back instead of fighting.
Michael fucked Ian’s ass deep, hard and fast with his fingers. It wasn’t long before he had Ian whimpered and begging. Michael wanted to make sure Ian Thorpe realized what he had been missing. He added a fourth finger. Michael’s cock strained against his pants as Ian groan loudly then whimpered his name, “Oh God....Michael.....Michael...please.....”
Michael twirled his fingers then stroked long and slow. He thrust deeply then pulled out and stopped. Ian cried and pleaded, his cock wet and throbbing.
Finally, with several rapid stabs way up inside and a massage of that special spot, Ian had a mind blowing orgasm. He jerked and slammed back on Michael's hand. A wave of heat surged through his body and his knees almost gave way under his own weight.
Michael washed his hands quite calmly as Ian panted, still breathless, bent over and shaking.
Ian glanced at the outline of Michael’s erection through his khakis. My God, he’s huge. Ian thought. “Let me suck you off, Michael.” Ian looked up at Michael who had already noticed Ian staring at his cock.
Michael just tossed his used paper towel in the trash and headed to door.
Ian begged in a whiny voice. “Michael, come on...I wanna suck you...I want you....”
Michael turned, glaring at him and asserted. “You should have thought of that this past year while you were playing fucking mind games with me.”
“ I’m sorry...I was just....” Ian tried to explain.
“Save it.” Michael contented as he pivoted and reached for the door. He wasn’t about to let his anger go that easily. Ian had taunted him since last spring and he was sure this was another one of his tricks.
What Michael heard next stopped him it his tracks and brought a long overdue smile to his face. It wasn’t really what he heard but how it sounded. “Michael....please.... Ian cried out. He was begging, needy, desperate and possiblysincere.
Michael released the door handle and faced him with a emotionless visage. He wanted to believe he broken through Ian’s front. He had an idea about why Ian was this way but he was still too mad to care at this point.
He was tired with sore balls from a swollen erection. He had just fingered in the most beautiful creature in the world and he couldn’t even enjoy it completely.
Ian’s face revealed more. He was still resting on the counter, pants down and soft cock dripping the last sweet remains into the puddle of come on the floor. Ian really did seem sincere. Michael almost felt bad for being so angry but it would take more then Ian looking helpless, needy and used.
“You know where Michigan is.” and Michael was gone.