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perpetual_motionTITLE: Victory
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Olympics Slash [RPS]
Pairing: Morgan Hamm/Paul Hamm
Rating: PG
Summary: Paul gets to keep his medal.
Dis: Not mine. It's all bullshit and lies.
Author's Notes: Word came on the wire today that Paul's getting to keep his medal. Fic was obvious.
Victory
By Perpetual Motion
When the news comes it’s Morgan who answers the phone. The guy on the line, one of Paul’s attorneys whose name Morgan doesn’t remember, doesn’t realize that he’s speaking to the wrong twin.
“You got it!”
Morgan’s only been up for about four minutes. His brain is not functioning. He hasn’t even realized that he’s the wrong twin for the phone call. “Got what?”
“What do you mean, ‘got what’? Your medal, Paul. You get to keep your medal!” The attorney sounds exuberant.
Morgan stares at the phone for a few seconds like it’s going to spell things out for him in blazing red letters. ~I’m not Paul.~ His brain finally comes online and blares the obvious answer to him. ~Paul gets to keep his gold.~ Morgan’s head starts to spin. He has enough presence of mind to thank the attorney before hanging up on him. He stares at nothing for a few seconds before snapping into action and running back into the bedroom. He jumps on the bed and shakes Paul’s shoulder. “Wake up! Wake up!”
Paul turns over with a grunt and shoves Morgan off of him. “Go ‘way.”
“Paul,” Morgan flopped himself fully on top of Paul and pressed their noses together. “Paul, you get to keep your medal.”
Paul opens his eyes and stares blearily at Morgan’s too-close face. “What?”
“You get to *keep* your medal!” Morgan’s grin almost breaks his face, and he steals a kiss from Paul while he waits for him to catch on. “You get to keep your gold.”
“I-“ Paul cuts off and suddenly surges up in bed. It’s only very good coordination that keeps him from slamming Morgan in the nose with his head. “My medal?”
“Yeah.”
“I get to keep my medal?”
“Yeah.” Morgan’s still smiling, and he laughs when Paul knocks him backwards and crawls on top of him. He groans in appreciation when Paul kisses him nearly-senseless. He drags his fingers down the back of Paul’s neck and hugs him close when they stop kissing. “Hey.”
“Yeah?” Paul is nuzzling Morgan’s neck.
Morgan pulls Paul’s head up so that they’re eye-to-eye. “I told you so.” He’s not surprised when Paul tickles him in retribution.
Paul stops tickling when Morgan is gasping for mercy and returns his attention to Morgan’s neck. “Thanks.” He whispers it against Morgan’s throat.
“None needed.” Morgan kisses Paul’s ear and relaxes as he feels Paul fall asleep against him. He idly notes that Paul’s sleeping soundly for the first time in weeks as he nods off with him.
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Olympics Slash [RPS]
Pairing: Morgan Hamm/Paul Hamm
Rating: PG
Summary: Paul gets to keep his medal.
Dis: Not mine. It's all bullshit and lies.
Author's Notes: Word came on the wire today that Paul's getting to keep his medal. Fic was obvious.
Victory
By Perpetual Motion
When the news comes it’s Morgan who answers the phone. The guy on the line, one of Paul’s attorneys whose name Morgan doesn’t remember, doesn’t realize that he’s speaking to the wrong twin.
“You got it!”
Morgan’s only been up for about four minutes. His brain is not functioning. He hasn’t even realized that he’s the wrong twin for the phone call. “Got what?”
“What do you mean, ‘got what’? Your medal, Paul. You get to keep your medal!” The attorney sounds exuberant.
Morgan stares at the phone for a few seconds like it’s going to spell things out for him in blazing red letters. ~I’m not Paul.~ His brain finally comes online and blares the obvious answer to him. ~Paul gets to keep his gold.~ Morgan’s head starts to spin. He has enough presence of mind to thank the attorney before hanging up on him. He stares at nothing for a few seconds before snapping into action and running back into the bedroom. He jumps on the bed and shakes Paul’s shoulder. “Wake up! Wake up!”
Paul turns over with a grunt and shoves Morgan off of him. “Go ‘way.”
“Paul,” Morgan flopped himself fully on top of Paul and pressed their noses together. “Paul, you get to keep your medal.”
Paul opens his eyes and stares blearily at Morgan’s too-close face. “What?”
“You get to *keep* your medal!” Morgan’s grin almost breaks his face, and he steals a kiss from Paul while he waits for him to catch on. “You get to keep your gold.”
“I-“ Paul cuts off and suddenly surges up in bed. It’s only very good coordination that keeps him from slamming Morgan in the nose with his head. “My medal?”
“Yeah.”
“I get to keep my medal?”
“Yeah.” Morgan’s still smiling, and he laughs when Paul knocks him backwards and crawls on top of him. He groans in appreciation when Paul kisses him nearly-senseless. He drags his fingers down the back of Paul’s neck and hugs him close when they stop kissing. “Hey.”
“Yeah?” Paul is nuzzling Morgan’s neck.
Morgan pulls Paul’s head up so that they’re eye-to-eye. “I told you so.” He’s not surprised when Paul tickles him in retribution.
Paul stops tickling when Morgan is gasping for mercy and returns his attention to Morgan’s neck. “Thanks.” He whispers it against Morgan’s throat.
“None needed.” Morgan kisses Paul’s ear and relaxes as he feels Paul fall asleep against him. He idly notes that Paul’s sleeping soundly for the first time in weeks as he nods off with him.
