Ian and Mikey Fic E-mails 3
Title: E-mails 3
Author: Lacyforthorpey
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ian/Michael
Genre: Funny, Hot
Disclaimer: No, Not, Never, Fiction, Fiction, more Fiction from my naughty creative slash mind!
Author’s Note: Just having fun with this email fic! No Beta, she’s has homework... so hopefully not too many errors.
E-mails 1
E-mails 2
E-mails 3
I’m sure I’ll enjoy my part of the arrangement. Michael read the email again. “Holy shit! What did I get myself into?!” Michael spoke aloud as he shut down his laptop.
He wasn’t usually this self-conscience about dating or sex but this was Ian…Ian Thorpe. He would be arriving at the airport in 3 hours. Michael had never fainted before but he thought this must be what the beginning of it felt like. He dropped onto his bed and covered his eyes with his arm.
“What’s up? Why aren’t you on the way to the airport” Aaron answered his cell between classes.
Michael explained, he had a couple hours but he was getting really nervous. “What if I totally blow it?”
“You’re supposed to blow it…” Aaron added a wonderfully wicked laugh.
Michael was beginning to wonder who was the older of the two. “Cut the shit, I’m serious! I’ve sent these emails like I’m some big hot stud and now he’s going to be here
and I feel like such a jerky kid.” Michael sighed quite concerned.
Aaron put his sexual puns aside for the moment anyway and tried to help. “Hey Michael, listen…you didn’t say anything you didn’t mean so just be yourself…you are that bad boy he wants…remember I know about some of your conquests!” Aaron grinned recalling the few but very memorable stories Michael had shared.
“You make me sound like a whore, Aaron.” Michael cleared his throat. “I’m not, you know.”
“Hey dude, just calm down…I know you’re very choosy who you date but when you do have a boyfriend, you’re a wild man, right?”
Michael smirked. “Well yeah…” He giggled. “I’m a passionate person about everything in my life…” he reflected thoughtfully with a big grin.
Aaron sighed. “That’s all I’m saying...just be that guy. You’re letting this get to you coz it’s the all mighty Thorpedo…he’s probably nervous too!” He exclaimed positively.
Both men were silent then spoke at the same time. “No!”
Laughing, they said their goodbyes but before hanging up Aaron added, “If you don’t get busy with this Ian deal…I’m going to fuck him…” He hung up before Michael could call him a “fucking bitch” but it was enough of an extra kick to get Michael’s head on straight.
He had seen Perisol flirt with Ian at Athens. Aaron didn’t make any majors moves because of their friendship and he wasn’t going to give him a change.
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“All rows now boarding on Quatas Flight 1378 to Los Angles.” The voice announced over the loud speaker in the terminal.
“You’d better get going…they called first class ten minutes ago.” Grant patted Ian on the back as they edged their way to the gate.
They said their goodbyes but Ian didn’t move.
“Get on the plane, mate. What’s the deal?” Grant looked confused then it became clear. “You’re stalling aren’t you?”
“No.” Ian grabbed his backpack and didn’t look Grant in the eyes.
Grant clasped Ian’s shoulders and forced eye contact with Ian. “Yes, you are Ian. What’s the matter? You’ve wanted this as long as I can remember.”
Grant would have normally commented that he had grown quite tired of “Michael this and Michael that” but he could tell Ian was really nervous.
Ian mumbled as he shuffled his feet. “I know but he’s excepting this sexy super star, confidant and all.” Then he blurred out. “I even said I’d model my IT underwear line for him!”
Grant giggled. “So, do you have the underwear with you?” He smiled and clutched Ian’s arm, “Look, mate, just be yourself…you are a sexy super star…if we weren’t like brothers…”
Ian stopped him. “Okay, don’t weird me out! I get it.”
“Alright, on that plane, now!” Grant rolled his eyes and gave Ian shove toward the gate. “And…Ian...if you get a chance get Aaron Perisol’s number for me.”
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Michael set down at the gate then stood up and looked out the window again. He had already got some water and used the restroom. What else could he do to keep busy and stay calm?
Finally, they announced Ian’s flight. Michael’s stomach flipped and he was sure he would faint this time.
Ian didn’t rush off the plane even as excited as he was…he needed another minute to catch his breath.
Then there he was…beautiful, sexy, everything he remembered and more. Both men had the same thought.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Michael and Ian exchanged a quick awkward hug and hello then headed to the baggage claim. Michael offered to carry Ian’s bag.
They discussed Ian’s trip and the usual chitchat as they walked toward Michael’s Land Rover.
It was parked on the 5th level of the parking garage, clear in the back. They past several vacant floors. Ian thought it seemed odd that Michael had parked so far away. “Were you waiting long, Michael?” Ian inquired thinking maybe the lot was full when he had arrived.
“No, not at all.” Michael chirped and grinned. He motioned Ian to the passenger side.
Ian saunter there stopping short of the door. Michael stood facing him and reached to unlock the door. “Let me open this for you then I’ll put your bags in the back.” He smiled and spoke rather matter of fact.
Michael gingerly grazed his hand across Ian’s hips before returning the keys to his pocket.
He looked up to find Ian with a delightfully surprised smile on his face. That was all it took for Michael to returned to the wild boy he was… He was press on top of Ian in an instant!
Michael took Ian’s face in his wide separate hands and pressed his lips squarely onto Ian’s full pink lips.
It took Ian a moment to respond. His arms flailing at his sides but he quickly found his way to Michael’s lean, sleek body. He wrapped his arms around Michael and let him deepen the kiss. His lips opened hungrily, eager to receive Michael’s hot, moist tongue.
Michael continued his passionate kiss, swirling his tongue in Ian’s mouth as he pushed him up against the car. One hand snaked behind Ian’s neck into his blonde locks while the other began working down Ian’s solid chest.
The two swimmers finally gasped for breath after their first kiss. Michael gave Ian’s lower lip a sensuous suck and then simpered as both hands now trailed further south on Ian’s torso.
Michael’s lips met Ian’s again as his hands were busy discovering the contours of Ian’s mid section. He licked Ian’s soft lips several times. His damp tongue traced the inside of Ian’s mouth as well before dancing with Ian’s tongue.
Michael gave him a few more tender nips and sucks before his lips ventured down Ian’s chin to his neck. Sweet flesh and an intoxicating smell, Michael thought as he kissed and licked farther to the luscious skin just above Ian’s collarbone.
“Uhh…hh….uhh…” Ian made the most delicate, almost feminine sounds as Michael bit into him.
Michael’s hips pumped and he drove his pelvis into Ian’s body when he heard the adorable sensuous utterances. He devoured the other side of Ian’s neck to illicit the same response.
Ian didn’t disappoint him. He moaned so sweetly with those subtle little sounds that cause Michael’s body to surge in delight.
Michael licked down Ian’s chest, pulling his white v-neck t-shirt aside to search out those always taunt nipples. He worked his other hand up under his shirt to the left, rock hard nipple. Michael squeezed and twisted it as he greedily sucked the right one.
Ian’s head was leaning back on the roof of the large SUV. His mouth open and light whimpering noise coming from deep inside. Ian shifted his hands from Michael’s back to his hips, pulling him in.
Michael grinded into Ian as he suckled the other nipple like a starving infant.
Ian puffed and rocked forward. He managed a bit of control and bent his head to lick Michael’s ear and nipped his exquisite lobe.
Michael growled deep and throaty. Ian thought it sounded something like a wild animal. It had the same effect on him as his soft mutters had on Michael. Ian clawed on Michael’s back trying to bring him closer.
Michael rubbed his stiff cock into Ian’s erection, groaning loudly.
Ian repositioned his hands on Michael abs and spoke as he enchanted Michael’s ear and neck. “Michael….oh….Michael…I want to touch these infamous abs….I want to bath them…uhhh…with my tongue…”
Michael came up to Ian’s lips and they kissed feverishly. Their hands grabbing and groping skin and unwanted clothes. He thrust his cock up into Ian’s as their mouths enveloped each other.
Ian stroked the chiseled abs, descending to the low-rise waistband of Michael’s pants. He gripped Michael’s sleek hips and ran his thumbs under the edge of Michael’s underwear.
Michael tossed his head back then forward into Ian’s neck. “Ahh…hhh….damn, Ian… you’re making me sssso… fucking hard. His voice was breathless and rough.
Ian kissed the side of Michael’s face, moaning and whispering quietly into his ear. “Uhhh…Michael…you’ve always made me hard….every time I’ve seen you.”
Michael seized Ian’s hands from his stomach and brought them over his head pinning him hard against the vehicle. He jerked into Ian and grunted into his mouth. “God, Ian…I wanna fuck you right now.”
Ian melted under Michael’s desire and his firm body that was completely pressed against him. “Oh yes…please….please Michael!” Ian wriggled and throbbed with so much man wrapped over him.
He panted need fully in Michael’s mouth. “Please Mikey….there’s no one around at all…oh my …that’s why…” Before he finished his declaration, Ian realized the reason for the mysterious parking.
Ian pulled his arms loose from his captor. He placed his hands on Michael’s cheeks looking into his eyes. He was winded and smiling. “Michael, you are a bad, bad boy!”
Out of breath as well, Michael smirked and his eyes danced. “You think so…huh?” He pulled back from Ian’s body. “Let’s put you’re bags in the front seat…I have something to show you.”
Michael lifted the luggage in and snatched Ian’s hand, running to the back of the black Land Rover. He opened the large overhead door and cocked a naughty grin.
Ian’s eyes opened wide and he smiled bashfully at Michael…
Author: Lacyforthorpey
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ian/Michael
Genre: Funny, Hot
Disclaimer: No, Not, Never, Fiction, Fiction, more Fiction from my naughty creative slash mind!
Author’s Note: Just having fun with this email fic! No Beta, she’s has homework... so hopefully not too many errors.
E-mails 1
E-mails 2
E-mails 3
I’m sure I’ll enjoy my part of the arrangement. Michael read the email again. “Holy shit! What did I get myself into?!” Michael spoke aloud as he shut down his laptop.
He wasn’t usually this self-conscience about dating or sex but this was Ian…Ian Thorpe. He would be arriving at the airport in 3 hours. Michael had never fainted before but he thought this must be what the beginning of it felt like. He dropped onto his bed and covered his eyes with his arm.
“What’s up? Why aren’t you on the way to the airport” Aaron answered his cell between classes.
Michael explained, he had a couple hours but he was getting really nervous. “What if I totally blow it?”
“You’re supposed to blow it…” Aaron added a wonderfully wicked laugh.
Michael was beginning to wonder who was the older of the two. “Cut the shit, I’m serious! I’ve sent these emails like I’m some big hot stud and now he’s going to be here
and I feel like such a jerky kid.” Michael sighed quite concerned.
Aaron put his sexual puns aside for the moment anyway and tried to help. “Hey Michael, listen…you didn’t say anything you didn’t mean so just be yourself…you are that bad boy he wants…remember I know about some of your conquests!” Aaron grinned recalling the few but very memorable stories Michael had shared.
“You make me sound like a whore, Aaron.” Michael cleared his throat. “I’m not, you know.”
“Hey dude, just calm down…I know you’re very choosy who you date but when you do have a boyfriend, you’re a wild man, right?”
Michael smirked. “Well yeah…” He giggled. “I’m a passionate person about everything in my life…” he reflected thoughtfully with a big grin.
Aaron sighed. “That’s all I’m saying...just be that guy. You’re letting this get to you coz it’s the all mighty Thorpedo…he’s probably nervous too!” He exclaimed positively.
Both men were silent then spoke at the same time. “No!”
Laughing, they said their goodbyes but before hanging up Aaron added, “If you don’t get busy with this Ian deal…I’m going to fuck him…” He hung up before Michael could call him a “fucking bitch” but it was enough of an extra kick to get Michael’s head on straight.
He had seen Perisol flirt with Ian at Athens. Aaron didn’t make any majors moves because of their friendship and he wasn’t going to give him a change.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“All rows now boarding on Quatas Flight 1378 to Los Angles.” The voice announced over the loud speaker in the terminal.
“You’d better get going…they called first class ten minutes ago.” Grant patted Ian on the back as they edged their way to the gate.
They said their goodbyes but Ian didn’t move.
“Get on the plane, mate. What’s the deal?” Grant looked confused then it became clear. “You’re stalling aren’t you?”
“No.” Ian grabbed his backpack and didn’t look Grant in the eyes.
Grant clasped Ian’s shoulders and forced eye contact with Ian. “Yes, you are Ian. What’s the matter? You’ve wanted this as long as I can remember.”
Grant would have normally commented that he had grown quite tired of “Michael this and Michael that” but he could tell Ian was really nervous.
Ian mumbled as he shuffled his feet. “I know but he’s excepting this sexy super star, confidant and all.” Then he blurred out. “I even said I’d model my IT underwear line for him!”
Grant giggled. “So, do you have the underwear with you?” He smiled and clutched Ian’s arm, “Look, mate, just be yourself…you are a sexy super star…if we weren’t like brothers…”
Ian stopped him. “Okay, don’t weird me out! I get it.”
“Alright, on that plane, now!” Grant rolled his eyes and gave Ian shove toward the gate. “And…Ian...if you get a chance get Aaron Perisol’s number for me.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Michael set down at the gate then stood up and looked out the window again. He had already got some water and used the restroom. What else could he do to keep busy and stay calm?
Finally, they announced Ian’s flight. Michael’s stomach flipped and he was sure he would faint this time.
Ian didn’t rush off the plane even as excited as he was…he needed another minute to catch his breath.
Then there he was…beautiful, sexy, everything he remembered and more. Both men had the same thought.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Michael and Ian exchanged a quick awkward hug and hello then headed to the baggage claim. Michael offered to carry Ian’s bag.
They discussed Ian’s trip and the usual chitchat as they walked toward Michael’s Land Rover.
It was parked on the 5th level of the parking garage, clear in the back. They past several vacant floors. Ian thought it seemed odd that Michael had parked so far away. “Were you waiting long, Michael?” Ian inquired thinking maybe the lot was full when he had arrived.
“No, not at all.” Michael chirped and grinned. He motioned Ian to the passenger side.
Ian saunter there stopping short of the door. Michael stood facing him and reached to unlock the door. “Let me open this for you then I’ll put your bags in the back.” He smiled and spoke rather matter of fact.
Michael gingerly grazed his hand across Ian’s hips before returning the keys to his pocket.
He looked up to find Ian with a delightfully surprised smile on his face. That was all it took for Michael to returned to the wild boy he was… He was press on top of Ian in an instant!
Michael took Ian’s face in his wide separate hands and pressed his lips squarely onto Ian’s full pink lips.
It took Ian a moment to respond. His arms flailing at his sides but he quickly found his way to Michael’s lean, sleek body. He wrapped his arms around Michael and let him deepen the kiss. His lips opened hungrily, eager to receive Michael’s hot, moist tongue.
Michael continued his passionate kiss, swirling his tongue in Ian’s mouth as he pushed him up against the car. One hand snaked behind Ian’s neck into his blonde locks while the other began working down Ian’s solid chest.
The two swimmers finally gasped for breath after their first kiss. Michael gave Ian’s lower lip a sensuous suck and then simpered as both hands now trailed further south on Ian’s torso.
Michael’s lips met Ian’s again as his hands were busy discovering the contours of Ian’s mid section. He licked Ian’s soft lips several times. His damp tongue traced the inside of Ian’s mouth as well before dancing with Ian’s tongue.
Michael gave him a few more tender nips and sucks before his lips ventured down Ian’s chin to his neck. Sweet flesh and an intoxicating smell, Michael thought as he kissed and licked farther to the luscious skin just above Ian’s collarbone.
“Uhh…hh….uhh…” Ian made the most delicate, almost feminine sounds as Michael bit into him.
Michael’s hips pumped and he drove his pelvis into Ian’s body when he heard the adorable sensuous utterances. He devoured the other side of Ian’s neck to illicit the same response.
Ian didn’t disappoint him. He moaned so sweetly with those subtle little sounds that cause Michael’s body to surge in delight.
Michael licked down Ian’s chest, pulling his white v-neck t-shirt aside to search out those always taunt nipples. He worked his other hand up under his shirt to the left, rock hard nipple. Michael squeezed and twisted it as he greedily sucked the right one.
Ian’s head was leaning back on the roof of the large SUV. His mouth open and light whimpering noise coming from deep inside. Ian shifted his hands from Michael’s back to his hips, pulling him in.
Michael grinded into Ian as he suckled the other nipple like a starving infant.
Ian puffed and rocked forward. He managed a bit of control and bent his head to lick Michael’s ear and nipped his exquisite lobe.
Michael growled deep and throaty. Ian thought it sounded something like a wild animal. It had the same effect on him as his soft mutters had on Michael. Ian clawed on Michael’s back trying to bring him closer.
Michael rubbed his stiff cock into Ian’s erection, groaning loudly.
Ian repositioned his hands on Michael abs and spoke as he enchanted Michael’s ear and neck. “Michael….oh….Michael…I want to touch these infamous abs….I want to bath them…uhhh…with my tongue…”
Michael came up to Ian’s lips and they kissed feverishly. Their hands grabbing and groping skin and unwanted clothes. He thrust his cock up into Ian’s as their mouths enveloped each other.
Ian stroked the chiseled abs, descending to the low-rise waistband of Michael’s pants. He gripped Michael’s sleek hips and ran his thumbs under the edge of Michael’s underwear.
Michael tossed his head back then forward into Ian’s neck. “Ahh…hhh….damn, Ian… you’re making me sssso… fucking hard. His voice was breathless and rough.
Ian kissed the side of Michael’s face, moaning and whispering quietly into his ear. “Uhhh…Michael…you’ve always made me hard….every time I’ve seen you.”
Michael seized Ian’s hands from his stomach and brought them over his head pinning him hard against the vehicle. He jerked into Ian and grunted into his mouth. “God, Ian…I wanna fuck you right now.”
Ian melted under Michael’s desire and his firm body that was completely pressed against him. “Oh yes…please….please Michael!” Ian wriggled and throbbed with so much man wrapped over him.
He panted need fully in Michael’s mouth. “Please Mikey….there’s no one around at all…oh my …that’s why…” Before he finished his declaration, Ian realized the reason for the mysterious parking.
Ian pulled his arms loose from his captor. He placed his hands on Michael’s cheeks looking into his eyes. He was winded and smiling. “Michael, you are a bad, bad boy!”
Out of breath as well, Michael smirked and his eyes danced. “You think so…huh?” He pulled back from Ian’s body. “Let’s put you’re bags in the front seat…I have something to show you.”
Michael lifted the luggage in and snatched Ian’s hand, running to the back of the black Land Rover. He opened the large overhead door and cocked a naughty grin.
Ian’s eyes opened wide and he smiled bashfully at Michael…