I told myself I wasn't going to do this: silly ficlet
A bit of a silly ficlet here. Had fun writing it though. *g*
Title: Winter Fun
Pairing: Pieter van den Hoogenband/Ian Thorpe
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This never happened. Just entertaining myself.
Summary: Winter fluff.
Hours of watching Ian messing around in the snow with their friends and just a single thought that’s going through his mind: what the hell was he thinking when he suggested this vacation. Because seeing Ian in so many layers of clothing is just wrong. Probably because he’s used to seeing Ian in a whole lot less clothing. And he should have thought of that before he came up with this god awful idea. Not that he isn’t having fun, it’s just that he knows that he’d be having a whole lot more fun if Ian was wearing less. Maybe he should tell Ian that, but then again he doesn’t want to spoil Ian’s fun by being a horny bastard.
He shakes his head, thinking he should just suck it up, because it was his idea after all and he’s caught slightly off guard when strong arms suddenly slide around his waist.
“You want to get out of here?”
He leans back into the embrace, then shakes his head again, “I’m fine.”
Ian grins and there’s a puff of surprisingly warm breath against the back of his neck that makes Pieter shiver just a little.
“Not saying that you weren’t. Just thought you’d be up for having some fun.”
And Pieter’s not going to deny that he’s up for that, and when one of Ian’s hands leaves his waist, he knows that Ian knows him a little too well.
“Didn’t want to spoil your fun,” he mumbles apologetically.
More laughter and a gloved hand cupping his groin. “You’re crazy, you know.”
“Why?” Pieter squeaks, trying to sound indignant, failing miserably as he doesn’t manage to get the word out without a little moan at the end.
“Thinking that that,” Ian squeezes just a little for emphasis, “is spoiling my fun. Instead of, you know, more fun than anything else I can think of.”
He doesn’t answer him, lets himself be led towards the hotel and suddenly he knows what he was thinking when he insisted on coming here. Because even though he doesn’t particularly like seeing Ian in so many clothes, it surely will be fun to take them all off. One by one. There’s something to be said for being a horny bastard after all.
Title: Winter Fun
Pairing: Pieter van den Hoogenband/Ian Thorpe
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This never happened. Just entertaining myself.
Summary: Winter fluff.
Hours of watching Ian messing around in the snow with their friends and just a single thought that’s going through his mind: what the hell was he thinking when he suggested this vacation. Because seeing Ian in so many layers of clothing is just wrong. Probably because he’s used to seeing Ian in a whole lot less clothing. And he should have thought of that before he came up with this god awful idea. Not that he isn’t having fun, it’s just that he knows that he’d be having a whole lot more fun if Ian was wearing less. Maybe he should tell Ian that, but then again he doesn’t want to spoil Ian’s fun by being a horny bastard.
He shakes his head, thinking he should just suck it up, because it was his idea after all and he’s caught slightly off guard when strong arms suddenly slide around his waist.
“You want to get out of here?”
He leans back into the embrace, then shakes his head again, “I’m fine.”
Ian grins and there’s a puff of surprisingly warm breath against the back of his neck that makes Pieter shiver just a little.
“Not saying that you weren’t. Just thought you’d be up for having some fun.”
And Pieter’s not going to deny that he’s up for that, and when one of Ian’s hands leaves his waist, he knows that Ian knows him a little too well.
“Didn’t want to spoil your fun,” he mumbles apologetically.
More laughter and a gloved hand cupping his groin. “You’re crazy, you know.”
“Why?” Pieter squeaks, trying to sound indignant, failing miserably as he doesn’t manage to get the word out without a little moan at the end.
“Thinking that that,” Ian squeezes just a little for emphasis, “is spoiling my fun. Instead of, you know, more fun than anything else I can think of.”
He doesn’t answer him, lets himself be led towards the hotel and suddenly he knows what he was thinking when he insisted on coming here. Because even though he doesn’t particularly like seeing Ian in so many clothes, it surely will be fun to take them all off. One by one. There’s something to be said for being a horny bastard after all.