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Title: Untitled
Author: icebear_cw
Fandom: Swimming
Pairing: Aaron Peirsol/Markus Rogan implied, Ian Crocker
Rating: PG 13
setting/Timeline: December 2005
Disclaimer: Not mine, not real, did not happen. I don't own them.
Notes: This was supposed to be Christmas present, but I was way too lazy and did not manage it in time. Anyway, I am not sure if it is working, it certainly did not turn out the way I wanted it to be. I might try another approach (somewhen later).
Oh anyway this is for S!, because she wanted the pairing.
And for anyone else who commented on a certain entry in my LJ about Markus breaking Aaron's World Record.
Not betaed though.
„Idiot. Fucking idiot. How... I mean he can’t just do that. Say it and then do it. How freaking unfair is that? Huh?” Aaron is pacing. Clearly. Back and forth. And I have no idea why exactly. I just know it is about a text message and a world record. So yeah, losing one would make me hyper as well but I somehow missed the other part of the story. The one which let to his outburst.
“Okayyyy?”
“Ian!” Oh he whines. Not good, means I missed even more than I thought I did. Smile. I will just keep on smiling at him and he will forget it. Yep.
“He broke my world record for heaven’s sake. Have some kind of sympathy here for me. Please. I mean first he writes me some text message and tells me he will break it and then he goes and does it. That is so fucking unfair.”
Oh, okay, that was what I missed. It’s not so much losing the record but him telling Aaron he would do it. A challenge.
“Uhm, Aaron?”
“Yes, Crock?”
“That was short course right?”
“And? Doesn’t matter. It was MY record, man. Really. Okay, you don’t care about short course but I do and I hate losing records.”
“Aaron you never lost one before.” Which is not entirely true but well at least not a world record. The man is just way to fixated on things like that. It should freak me out that an unknown Brazilian just broke my record. Okay, it does. A bit. So what? We aren’t talking about me here, Aaron is the one having the crisis. Sometimes I think it is not good for me to argue with myself so much.
“Right. But still, my record is gone. And the bastard said he would do it. He even told me the time he would swim. How freaky is that? Huh? Crock, tell me how freaky that is.”
Okay, no he is losing it. Just because he has had the hots for the Austrian boy doesn’t mean I have to keep up with him losing it.
“Freaky. Alright. Then, Aaron-dear, tell me how freaky it is that you want to get in his pants since the day you laid eyes on him. And that he knows it and that you know he knows and that he knows you know he knows.” Uhm.. We were talking about freaky right? Damn.
“Uhm, forget that. Okay? You make me dizzy and confused. And not in the good way. Stop smirking Peirsol.” Aaron just shrugs and somehow, I don’t know why, this drives me crazy every time he does it. Sometimes this guy is way too casual for my taste.
“You know, since you are complaining about messages and cell phones and stuff why don’t you go and write a message back? To tell him what you think?”
He looks at me like I‘d just grown a third eye or something. Yes, even I have ideas which work out. Hell, I am the one with the ideas which actually do work out in the end. I actually can see the thoughts going through his head in his face. It’s almost comical. He is bright, most of the time, but it does take him ages to decide on important things. And hell this one is important or I am tempted to think so considering his recent outburst. And I hope he does the right thing, if only to get leave me alone again. I mean I have a life as well. Does that sound selfish? Good.
“Aaron?”
“Uh… Okay, sure. Good idea.” He turns, is half way out of the room and turns again. Back to me. Damn, here goes the DVD night. With only me, myself and Firefly. “Ian?”
“Yes A?” Yes, I did just sigh and I really hope I look bored and frustrated. Because I am.
“What am I going to write?”
God help me, worse than Mike sometimes.
“What do you want to tell him?” Why do I always have to be the reasonable one?
“Right. Uhm.. Okay.” He flops down next to me, starts typing something into his cell and then looks back up. He grins like mad. I actually do not dare to ask what he wrote. The cell rings and his grin gets even madder, if that is even possible. And is that even a word? Madder? I mean okay, I come up with a lot of made-up words in my mind but I do wonder if that one exists. Can’t be that hard to find out. I do have a dictionary here somewhere. Or in the garage, under Bertha. My car is literate. Really. She isn’t only beautiful but… Ouch. Aaron takes his hand back from my arm where he pinched me and shakes his head at me as if he can read my mind. Yes, suuure. He scowls and then laughs out loud.
Uhm, where we again?
“Who is on the phone A?”
“Rogan. And I’ll leave you now. To your thoughts.. or to whatever you do when you are alone.” The bastard just winks at me and leaves. Idiot. But okay Rogan is on the phone and they have a lot to discuss. I guess… I think I will just go down and talk to Bertha. Yep. It was an exhausting day, with Aaron being here and all.
***
Some time later, maybe an hour or so, Aaron bounces back into the room. What is it today with him leaving and coming back? I mean I got used to the bouncing thing almost a week after we met. But…
“Yes Aaron?”
“Uhm, do you think there is something like text message sex or does that count as phone sex?”
“What?”
“Just answer, I will explain later. Promise. But this important. So whaddaya think?”
Uhm, maybe I should tell him that the Texan accent or whatever he is speaking doesn’t really sound good on him?
“Uhm, I would say cell phone sex, since it is part of the medium. Right? So yes… Why the hell did you ask me that?”
He grins, gets the phone back to his ear… Uhm, did he thrust the phone into me face while asking the question? I think I missed something again.
“See Markus Antonius? I told you he would say that. So I think we are going to have cell phone sex in the future. Since you started all the text message crap. And I will have to keep up with that until you apologize for taking me record. And for fucking announcing it!”
He is out of the room again.
Okay, anybody else thinks that this was just weird? And fast and weird… And yes. Damn, about time? Okay, I have to admit that watching them dance around it and each other had some kind of fascination. It was intriguing t watch and to bet on the time when they would come out of it and do something. Okay, not really bet on it, I don’t know if betting with myself does count. I think I have to prepare myself for the possibility of this working out. Whatever it is. Okay, well not so much prepare myself but Bren. Oh fun. I will let Aaron do most of the work. It is his life after all and Brendan is his friend as well. I will just sit, watch and try to smooth things out again. As always. I think I really need to talk to Bertha now.
Sorry Serenity, our night will come later.
End... I think
Author: icebear_cw
Fandom: Swimming
Pairing: Aaron Peirsol/Markus Rogan implied, Ian Crocker
Rating: PG 13
setting/Timeline: December 2005
Disclaimer: Not mine, not real, did not happen. I don't own them.
Notes: This was supposed to be Christmas present, but I was way too lazy and did not manage it in time. Anyway, I am not sure if it is working, it certainly did not turn out the way I wanted it to be. I might try another approach (somewhen later).
Oh anyway this is for S!, because she wanted the pairing.
And for anyone else who commented on a certain entry in my LJ about Markus breaking Aaron's World Record.
Not betaed though.
„Idiot. Fucking idiot. How... I mean he can’t just do that. Say it and then do it. How freaking unfair is that? Huh?” Aaron is pacing. Clearly. Back and forth. And I have no idea why exactly. I just know it is about a text message and a world record. So yeah, losing one would make me hyper as well but I somehow missed the other part of the story. The one which let to his outburst.
“Okayyyy?”
“Ian!” Oh he whines. Not good, means I missed even more than I thought I did. Smile. I will just keep on smiling at him and he will forget it. Yep.
“He broke my world record for heaven’s sake. Have some kind of sympathy here for me. Please. I mean first he writes me some text message and tells me he will break it and then he goes and does it. That is so fucking unfair.”
Oh, okay, that was what I missed. It’s not so much losing the record but him telling Aaron he would do it. A challenge.
“Uhm, Aaron?”
“Yes, Crock?”
“That was short course right?”
“And? Doesn’t matter. It was MY record, man. Really. Okay, you don’t care about short course but I do and I hate losing records.”
“Aaron you never lost one before.” Which is not entirely true but well at least not a world record. The man is just way to fixated on things like that. It should freak me out that an unknown Brazilian just broke my record. Okay, it does. A bit. So what? We aren’t talking about me here, Aaron is the one having the crisis. Sometimes I think it is not good for me to argue with myself so much.
“Right. But still, my record is gone. And the bastard said he would do it. He even told me the time he would swim. How freaky is that? Huh? Crock, tell me how freaky that is.”
Okay, no he is losing it. Just because he has had the hots for the Austrian boy doesn’t mean I have to keep up with him losing it.
“Freaky. Alright. Then, Aaron-dear, tell me how freaky it is that you want to get in his pants since the day you laid eyes on him. And that he knows it and that you know he knows and that he knows you know he knows.” Uhm.. We were talking about freaky right? Damn.
“Uhm, forget that. Okay? You make me dizzy and confused. And not in the good way. Stop smirking Peirsol.” Aaron just shrugs and somehow, I don’t know why, this drives me crazy every time he does it. Sometimes this guy is way too casual for my taste.
“You know, since you are complaining about messages and cell phones and stuff why don’t you go and write a message back? To tell him what you think?”
He looks at me like I‘d just grown a third eye or something. Yes, even I have ideas which work out. Hell, I am the one with the ideas which actually do work out in the end. I actually can see the thoughts going through his head in his face. It’s almost comical. He is bright, most of the time, but it does take him ages to decide on important things. And hell this one is important or I am tempted to think so considering his recent outburst. And I hope he does the right thing, if only to get leave me alone again. I mean I have a life as well. Does that sound selfish? Good.
“Aaron?”
“Uh… Okay, sure. Good idea.” He turns, is half way out of the room and turns again. Back to me. Damn, here goes the DVD night. With only me, myself and Firefly. “Ian?”
“Yes A?” Yes, I did just sigh and I really hope I look bored and frustrated. Because I am.
“What am I going to write?”
God help me, worse than Mike sometimes.
“What do you want to tell him?” Why do I always have to be the reasonable one?
“Right. Uhm.. Okay.” He flops down next to me, starts typing something into his cell and then looks back up. He grins like mad. I actually do not dare to ask what he wrote. The cell rings and his grin gets even madder, if that is even possible. And is that even a word? Madder? I mean okay, I come up with a lot of made-up words in my mind but I do wonder if that one exists. Can’t be that hard to find out. I do have a dictionary here somewhere. Or in the garage, under Bertha. My car is literate. Really. She isn’t only beautiful but… Ouch. Aaron takes his hand back from my arm where he pinched me and shakes his head at me as if he can read my mind. Yes, suuure. He scowls and then laughs out loud.
Uhm, where we again?
“Who is on the phone A?”
“Rogan. And I’ll leave you now. To your thoughts.. or to whatever you do when you are alone.” The bastard just winks at me and leaves. Idiot. But okay Rogan is on the phone and they have a lot to discuss. I guess… I think I will just go down and talk to Bertha. Yep. It was an exhausting day, with Aaron being here and all.
***
Some time later, maybe an hour or so, Aaron bounces back into the room. What is it today with him leaving and coming back? I mean I got used to the bouncing thing almost a week after we met. But…
“Yes Aaron?”
“Uhm, do you think there is something like text message sex or does that count as phone sex?”
“What?”
“Just answer, I will explain later. Promise. But this important. So whaddaya think?”
Uhm, maybe I should tell him that the Texan accent or whatever he is speaking doesn’t really sound good on him?
“Uhm, I would say cell phone sex, since it is part of the medium. Right? So yes… Why the hell did you ask me that?”
He grins, gets the phone back to his ear… Uhm, did he thrust the phone into me face while asking the question? I think I missed something again.
“See Markus Antonius? I told you he would say that. So I think we are going to have cell phone sex in the future. Since you started all the text message crap. And I will have to keep up with that until you apologize for taking me record. And for fucking announcing it!”
He is out of the room again.
Okay, anybody else thinks that this was just weird? And fast and weird… And yes. Damn, about time? Okay, I have to admit that watching them dance around it and each other had some kind of fascination. It was intriguing t watch and to bet on the time when they would come out of it and do something. Okay, not really bet on it, I don’t know if betting with myself does count. I think I have to prepare myself for the possibility of this working out. Whatever it is. Okay, well not so much prepare myself but Bren. Oh fun. I will let Aaron do most of the work. It is his life after all and Brendan is his friend as well. I will just sit, watch and try to smooth things out again. As always. I think I really need to talk to Bertha now.
Sorry Serenity, our night will come later.
End... I think
