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Title: untitled
Author: icebear_cw
Fandom: swimming
Pairing: Ian T/Michael P
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: It's RPS. This is fiction: I don't know them, don't own them. It's not real.
Note: It's the Quantas Skins 2003 (after Barcelona and after Ian cancelled a training session with Michael).
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olympic_slash, swim_fiction
Smiling slightly you push the strand of dark hair out of his face.
He only twitches in his sleep and you remember the last day.
The night will be imprinted in you memory anyway.
You have fought for this moment. This moment of silence and closeness. It wasn’t an easy way.
With him being pushed as your new big challenger. And with him taking this task a bit too serious sometimes.
You remember the words written. The comments said. You remember the looks he tried to burn you with.
The underlying disappointment and the still existing longing. You saw it in Spain.
You already saw glimpses of it in Japan back in the days when you had no real challenger when you believed the press.
He moves. Turns, dragging the blanket with him leaving you in the cold.
Maybe that’s what you deserve after all.
You hurt him. Purposely. To protect yourself. From the feelings turning your life upside down.
It couldn’t be. It shouldn’t be. Nothing should get in your way when it comes to swimming.
He came nonetheless.
Barcelona tricked you off again. Reminded you to keep your distance, to not let him getting any closer.
Sure you felt like crap just coming from the States, it was a good excuse this time.
It worked, for a day.
Then he stood in front of you, ready to talk. Wanting to talk. It cost all your strength to actually say yes.
And talking with him, you know now, is sometimes not that bad. He can talk normal, like a grown up young man.
He can put the spoiled teenager aside and be reasonable. Which didn’t help you at all.
He turns again, back to you. Into your arms. A smile and a dreamy look in his eyes.
"Sleep already. It’s late."
With that he kisses you and snuggles closer.
Maybe you deserve this after all.
Author: icebear_cw
Fandom: swimming
Pairing: Ian T/Michael P
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: It's RPS. This is fiction: I don't know them, don't own them. It's not real.
Note: It's the Quantas Skins 2003 (after Barcelona and after Ian cancelled a training session with Michael).
cross-posted:
olympic_slash, swim_fictionSmiling slightly you push the strand of dark hair out of his face.
He only twitches in his sleep and you remember the last day.
The night will be imprinted in you memory anyway.
You have fought for this moment. This moment of silence and closeness. It wasn’t an easy way.
With him being pushed as your new big challenger. And with him taking this task a bit too serious sometimes.
You remember the words written. The comments said. You remember the looks he tried to burn you with.
The underlying disappointment and the still existing longing. You saw it in Spain.
You already saw glimpses of it in Japan back in the days when you had no real challenger when you believed the press.
He moves. Turns, dragging the blanket with him leaving you in the cold.
Maybe that’s what you deserve after all.
You hurt him. Purposely. To protect yourself. From the feelings turning your life upside down.
It couldn’t be. It shouldn’t be. Nothing should get in your way when it comes to swimming.
He came nonetheless.
Barcelona tricked you off again. Reminded you to keep your distance, to not let him getting any closer.
Sure you felt like crap just coming from the States, it was a good excuse this time.
It worked, for a day.
Then he stood in front of you, ready to talk. Wanting to talk. It cost all your strength to actually say yes.
And talking with him, you know now, is sometimes not that bad. He can talk normal, like a grown up young man.
He can put the spoiled teenager aside and be reasonable. Which didn’t help you at all.
He turns again, back to you. Into your arms. A smile and a dreamy look in his eyes.
"Sleep already. It’s late."
With that he kisses you and snuggles closer.
Maybe you deserve this after all.
