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Jumping In

August 28 2004 Athens

Drifting away from the noise of the latest over the top party, Michael stood looking out through a window to the now familiar view of the Acropolis. The Games had been good for him. Well, they'd been fantastic but he was tired of the endless parties.

A few days away from his brutal training schedule had, at first, seemed like a good idea but he was starting to miss the water. He had no idea how long he'd been musing when he felt a gentle thump on his arm.

Startled, he turned around to see the Aussie duo, Ian and Grant, grinning like loons at him.

"Hey, Phelpsie!" Grant sang out while gesturing with a can of Fosters, Ian giving a little wave over Grant's shoulder.

Michael couldn't help but grin. While every swimmer had shark-like intensity in the pool, the men from Australia sometimes came off like big puppies after a meet.

"Hey guys, what's up?" Not the most brilliant comeback but Grant and Ian didn't really need one.

"Phelpsie, Ian and I something really important to talk to you about." Grant made an attempt to whisper in his ear but ending up leaning too far in and almost head butting Michael.

"Whoa there, Grant. How much have you had to drink?" Michael put a hand out to steady the larger man but Ian (who appeared much more sober) wrapped his arm around his countryman and pulled him back.

"Well, I've had a fair bit but with you and Thorpie not holding up your end up, I didn't really have a choice. Can't let the beer go to waste now can I?"

Ian and Michael shared eyerolls as Grant took another swallow for the team. While Ian had been known to tie one on on occasion, huallually abstained in foreign territory. On the other side, Michael took a lot of teasing for not drinkeveneven in countries where his age wasn't a consideration. Not like anyone here would card him but he'd promised his mom and coach to not even try.

Grant, now refreshed, leaned back in with a conspiring look and against his better judgment, Michael found himself listening.

And then found himself an hour later wondering what the hell he'd gotten himself into as a group of swimmers stealthily approached the Aquatics center.

Trailing behind, Michael looked over at Ian with wide disbelieving eyes.

"A midnight skinny dip? I can't believe it. I hope you're right and they've got the place locked up tight! Where does Grant get these ideas?"

Ian chuckled and reached out to tousle Michael's hair. "Well, it's something he was talking about at Sydney. Taking the games back to their original form, honoring the ancient gods, blah blah," Ian's hand flipped elegantly around for a moment. "Of course, he was pretty drunk then too."

"And you didn't think to tell him that this might not be such a good idea?"

Casually draping a long arm across his younger comrade's shoulder, Ian urged them forward. "Michael, our man Hackett is a wild and wily beast. I've spent many an hour trying to talk him out of things but its never worked. Besides, what are the chances the security people will actually-" Ian stopped suddenly and stared at the forward party in horror. "Oh shit."

Michael also stopped and soon realized that despite his hopes, the gates were open and several of the others were already slipping inside.

After a brief discussion, both Michael and Ian decided not to leave the new Olympic Nude Swim team to their own drunken devices. While letting them all drown was an excellent idea, it wobe abe a just a tad suspicious if Ian and Michael were the only two medalists to show up at the next meet.

Ian managed to avoid the flying shirts and pants to find a couple of chairs and drag them over near the edge of the pool. He then reconsidered and moved the chairs back a little further. No sense getting wet. He gestured Michael down and handed over one of the sodas they'd bought during the liquor stop.

"Don't worry, Michael. We'll be the big kids and keep the the little tykes out of trouble. We'll sit here and gather blackmail material. Pity neither one of us has a camera, though. I've got a bet on about Peirsol."

"Well he's not a natural blond but I'm pretty sure you already knew that."

Ian spit out the swallow he'd just taken and burst out laughing.

"Why Phelpsie, you little devil!"

Michael snickered and stretched his legs out. Ian took the opportunity to give him a little kick before stretching out his own legs and slumping into his own chair.

Both sat quietly for a moment, watching the others frolic in the moonlight. The 'tykes' had started a little cannonball contest, using the block in lane 4.

"Who's the short guy over on the right?"

Ian glanced over at Michael's words and pondered the question.

"Um. I think he's Canadian. That diver guy."

"Oh, Grant really recruited for this didn't he?"

"Yeah, he made the rounds. I think those are some of the water polo guys down near the other end and a few of the boater types. Basically, if they won a medal near some kind of water and spoke English, Grant was going to track them down. He's been working on this all week."

Michael opened his mouth, paused and decided to speak anyway. "So he only tracked me down tonight?" Michael wasn't sure if he was hurt or not. It sort of felt like he was an afterthought. Ian's large warm hand reached out and gently squeezed Michael's knee.

"Hey, it's not like that. We just weren't sure what you were going to be doing. Or if your mom and coach were still going to be here. That would've put a crimp in it. Didn't want to make it awkward for you, that's all."

Reassured, Michael settled back. "So, guys only? Why not ask the girls?"

"Well, if we're found out we're just young guys having fun. With the ladies, it would come out as some sort of wild sex party. Like we need that."

"Ah. That does make sense although it’s going to turn into some sort of wild sex party, anyway right?"

Again, Michael caught Ian taking a sip and again, Ian spit out the liquid. Or tried to as he started choking. Michael helpfully swatted him on the back a few times and waited for the older man to get his breath back.

"You okay over there, mate?" Klim's voice floated over the water.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm okay, Ian coughed out. He took a deep breath and righted himself in the chair. "Holey dooley, Michael. Aren't you full of surprises?" Ian looked at the American with shock.

Michael merely grinned and pointed to far end of the pool, "Well, those two guys over there aren't exactly using the butterfly stroke unless it's a different version that what I was taught."

Ian's head whipped over and he craned his neck. "Hot damn! I just won $100! That's Grant and Aaron." The cannonball game had definitely shifted into another sort of ball game if Aaron's enthusiastic hand action was any indication.

"So the bet was . . ."

"Which one would get him, Grant or Klim."

"Well, Klim doesn't look too upset or maybe that's just 'cause he's busy at the moment."

Ian took a minute to spot his team mate. "Well, those bitches! Pieter is such a slut," he said in mock outrage.

"I've heard that about him." Michael grinned over at Ian.

"It's always the pretty ones."

"The diver dude is kind of pretty and I’ll give his current dive a 9." Michael used his soda bottle as a microphone and swung it over towards Ian.

Ian completely fell into an announcer voice, "And isn't that an illegal use of a paddle?"

"Why, Ian, I believe you're right. In fact, if you look over in lane 2 there appears to be a lane violation, perhaps he was trying to drag off the other competitor a little too closely."

"It looks very close to me Michael but we'll have to check the tape to verify that."

The two continued in that vein for several minutes, succeeding in cracking each other up many times. Finally, they both had to stop talking and get their giggles under control.

Michael tipped his head back and gazed up at the beautiful night. Over the sounds in and around poo pool, the crews working on the main stadium could be heard. It reminded him that these games were almost done and he'd soon be back in the States. And then after that he'd be leaving his familiar environment and moving to Michigan, starting a new phase in his life. Everything around him would be different but the water.

"Big changes ahead for you, eh Michael?"

Surprised, Michael swung his gaze over the other man. "How did you know what I was thinking?"

"It's no big secret, your future plans, heading to university and all that. You looked quite wistful."

"I sort of am. It's really been a good experience but it’s going to really different back home. Not just the Michigan thing but you know the Olympic stuff."

"Ah, well I didn't have that problem but just keep your head about you. The people around you might be a little weird at first but just get into the pool and swim it away. That always works."

"Yeah, that's probably going to be the only thing I can count on for a while. Just tuck my head under and let it flow over me."

They sat in silence for a few moments.

"So, you're heading off on vacation? Where are you going?"

"I don't know. Maybe Tahiti, somewhere quiet. The management wants me to stop over in New York or Los Angeles but I'm not sure. I'd like to sleep in my own bed, I think."

Michael hesitated, not sure if he wanted to break the mood but he was curioo heo he asked anyway, "Are you doing the talk shows?"

"They're trying to line something up but I think you're number one of the American hit parade right now," he nudged the younger man with his arm and grinned, "Not sure I'm quite up to being sloppy seconds."

Michael blushed profusely and laughed. "I don't think anyone sees you like that, Ian. You won the 200, as if I need to tell you."

"True but look at how well you did. It’s almost insane."

The moon was bright enough for Ian to see Michael'nd cnd clench around the soda bottle.
"You didn't think I could do it and you were right."

Ian instinctively leaned closer and lowered his voice. "I hoped you would but I didn't want to see you . . ., he placed his hand on Michael's shoulder and slid it around to the other man's nape. “I didn't want you to not make it and watch you get chopped up by the press. Or to see you stop believing in yourself."

Michael's eyes met Ian's and for a moment, they both seemed to see in the other something each had been missing. Michael's hand came up and swept over Ian's jaw. They both inched forward and right as their lips touched a loud splash was heard in the pool. Startled, they sprang back and glanced over to see several men tussling in the water and throwing each other around.

Ian sighed and shared a glance with the man next to him.

"I think the tykes are getting a little overtired, dear. Time to put the kiddies to bed."

"You're right, honey. They need a little time with Mr. Sandman."

They both laughed and Ian popped up out of his chair to announce, "All right, you lot. Its 3am and time for you to wrap things up. Or whack things off, whatever the case may be."

The groans of disappointment turned to laughter at Ian's witticism. The various configionsions began to separate and stumble around the deck to sort out clothing. It didn't take long and many even pitched in to clean up the condoms and wrappers scattered around. A few of the more sober attendees started stewarding out their less-able compatriots and before Ian knew it, the boys were moving to the exit.

He took a quick look ahead to spot Michael, afraid he'd missed him in the crowd when an impulse caused him to turn around.

Michaelod nod next to the pool, staring down into the water.

"Thorpey, I'll make sure everyone gets out of here. You go round up the phenom." Klim winked at him and nudged his team member back towards the pool.

Barely hesitating but trying to appear calm, Ian strolled back towards the blue square of light and stopped when he was slightly behind Michael.

"I can't believe its over. It hardly seems real anymore." With those words, Ian realized Michael was aware of his presence. Steeling himself for a brush off, Ian eased closer and slid his hands around the taut waist of the American. He held his breath and only relaxed when the younger man leaned back into him and brought his own hands over Ian's.

"Didn't you feel that way back in Sydney, too?" Ian hooked his chin over Michael's shoulder.

"I was such a little pipsqueak back them. Didn't even stay for the closing ceremony. Barely had a chance see anything. I remember feeling like I never even got started."

Ian leisurely rubbed his stubbled jaw along the other man's neck, delighted to feel a shiver run up the long ripped body. "I remember thinking I'd woken up on some other planet when it was all over. Everything thing seemed so dull and blurry for a few weeks. It took a while for my head to come back out of the clouds. Don't tell anyone but it took two tries for me to pass my driver's, I was so out of it."

Michael burst out laughing and twisted in Ian's arms. "You're jok Tel Tell me you're joking."

Ian drew himself up in an imposing manner and looked down his nose at his barely shorter companion, "I'll have you know that it's a very difficult test. Very involved. I know several people who had to take it numerous . . .”

Michael’s uncontrollable giggles cut him off. In a mock huff, Ian dug his hands into those oh-so-sensitive sides and began to tickle until Michael's spasms and failing threatened to send them both plunging over the pool's edge. Ian pulled back and steadied them both.

Michael collapsed against him, sending riffles of breath stirring across Ian's collarbone. Looking down at him, Ian ran his hands down Michael's back and looped them around his waist again. Michae's hands slid over the older man's shoulders as he tried to bring himself back under control. He peeked up through his lashes to see Ian looking at him in amusement.

"Hey, Ian?"

"Yes, Michael?"

"Want to jump in and do a couple of laps together?" Michael's question was not in the least bit suggestive but the look in his eyes promised other possibilities.

Getting Wet

August 29 2004 Athens
Ian’s hotel room

Michael wasn’t sure what to do. Yes, he and Ian seemed to have some sort of, well, thing going on but what did that mean? He was still a little disappointed they hadn’t gotten a chance to swim together. A change in the security guards had taken place before they’d stripped down and they’d been gently yet thoroughly rousted from the venue.

Sitting on the edge of Ian’s bed, he wrapped his arms around himself and wondered what the hell he was doing. After they arrived back at the hotel, the other man had slipped his hotel room key into Michael’s jean pocket, sending him on ahead while Ian “saw to a few things.”

Now Michael found himself alone in another man’s hotel room without a clue. Okay, he did have a clue but it wasn’t sure what he really wanted to do about it. There’s a difference between being sheltered and being blind and after spending several years around half-dressed men in a pool and nude men in the dressing room, he’d gotten quite an education.

From what he’d heard in the past, Grant’s pool party was only unique in the variety of athletes who attended and location. Previous meets had also had some kind of blow-out male only party. Michael had never been invited but then his mom or coach or both had always been around before.

Now he’d finally gotten an invite and he’d spent the night fully clothed and sitting by the side of the pool with Ian. Michael wasn’t quite sure that that meant. He flopped back on the bed and pondered the ceiling. Sure, there’d been a little flirting and some touching and a couple of almost kisses but compared to what the other guys had been up to (that little diver dude was really bendy), he and Ian hadn’t really done anything.

“Oh, I’m just a big ball of confusion, yes I am,” he murmured aloud trying to keep himself from turning into a UPN teen angst queen.

“Really, Michael, I hardly think it’s that bad!”

Michael yelped in surprise and looked up at Ian.

“Where’d you come from?”

“Australia?” Ian said with a smirk.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny kangaroo boy.”

“Now, now. No name calling.” Ian reached down, grabbed Michael’s hand and hauled him off the bed. It was amazing how much leverage an inch and 30 pounds could give someone, Michael thought as he seemed to float up. Ian got him upright, slid those large hands around his waist and pulled him close.

Michael once again found his own hands slipping up Ian’s chest and around his neck. They stared at each other before Ian tilted his head down a few millimeters to touch his mouth to Michael’s.

The kiss quickly moved on from dry lip brushes when Michael’s tongue came out and flicked for entry. Their tongues seemed to meet in the middle before both started exploring new territory. Arms twisting around each other, they both gasped when their cocks met through their clothes. Ian paused for a moment and then drew back, questing along Michael’s jaw towards an ear lobe. He ran his hand down Michael’s sleek hips and rubbed his palms along the other man’s ass, grinding their groins together.

Reveling in the feel of Michael’s soft mouth grazing along the side of his neck and the feeling of Michael’s hands drifting along his ribs, Ian took a few seconds to compose himself.

“Michael, are you still confused?”

The other man hesitated and drew back to look into Ian’s eyes.

“No, not anymore.”

“Then do you think you could take the retainer out?”

Michael’s eyes widened as a blush spread over his face and down his neck. Ian was momentarily intrigued with the idea of seeing how far that blush went when he realized Michael was trying to pull away from him.

“Hey, hey. Stop that. What’s wrong?”

Michael stopped struggling and tried to hide his red face in Ian’s shirt. It was a little awkward as Michael wasn’t quite short enough to pull it off but he was trying anyway.

“God, how embarrassing,” Michael mumbled.

Ian took Michael’s chin in hand and tilted his head up. Dropping a kiss onto the other man’s nose and another on his mouth, Ian pulled him into an embrace.

“I find it kind of cute, if you want to know the truth.”

Michael’s eyes narrowed.

“You think a retainer is cute?”

“Not the retainer per say but the fact that you forgot all about it.” Ian grinned cheekily.

Wrinkling his nose, Michael sighed and leaned back into the older man. “That has definitely never happened before.”

Ian raised his hand to the button on Michael’s shirt and began toying with it. “I have a proposition for you.”

“Oh, I kind of thought you’d already done that.”

Ian tapped Michael sharply on the behind with his other hand. “Hush, imp. We’ve both had a long day and we didn’t get our swim earlier. Want to take this into the shower and see where it leads from there?”

Going Under

Michael had a very limited amount of body shyness; he’d been stripping down in front of strangers for too many years but unbuttoning his shirt in front of Ian for the express purpose of getting into the shower together? That was a different story.

Ian didn’t seem to notice as he removed his own clothes with typical efficiency. First the shirt was pulled over his head and then his hands moved to waistband. Long fingers quickly unbuttoned and then unzipped the khaki pants. Finally the pants were slid down gracefully and kicked into a corner.

Clad only in his boxer briefs, Ian began to remove those when he looked up at the frozen man beside him.

“Michael? You okay?”

Michael shook his head as if to clear it. “You know, I’ve seen you naked. I’ve even been in the shower with you.”

Ian nodded slowly, not sure where this was headed.

“So why am I nervous?”

Ian smiled and strolled over the bare three feet between them. Cupping his hands around Michael’s neck, he rubbed their noses together while Michael’s own hands seemed to naturally slide around Ian’s waist. Resting his forehead against Michael’s, Ian gazed into the other man’s eyes.

“We don’t have to anything, you know. I’m not going to pressure you into something you’re not ready for.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to, I’ve just never…”

Ian involuntarily flinched and barely restrained himself from stepping back, turning around and running straight (ahem) back to Sydney.

“Um. Well.”

Michael had never seen Ian at a loss for words and it was kind of cute, until Michael realized why Ian was so unnerved.

“Oh. I thought you knew that. I thought that was why you didn’t really try anything at the pool earlier.”

Sighing, Ian pulled Michael into his embrace. “I didn’t try anything earlier because I’m not really into public sex. Because Grant really needed to let go and get wild I coI couldn’t let him do that without watching out for him. And because I really hate getting naked on wet cold concrete. Kind of ruins the mood, if you know what I mean. The fact that you’re a virgin –“

“I’m not a total virgin. I’ve been with a couple of girls and sort of been with a couple of guys.”

“What does ‘sort of’ mean?”

“Well, Aaron and I kind of –“

“When you were in Sydney in 2000?”

Michael could only gasp in surprise at Ian’s words. “How did you know about that?”

“You were fifteen. Aaron was what, seventeen? People were just keeping an eye out for both of you. You were such a tadpole in a very big pool. No one wanted to see either one of you get hurt.”

“But Aaron said he never told anyone.”

“He wasn’t going to say a word until that guy from Italy started sniffing around you.”

“Ew. He was like, thirty or something. And he kind of smelled even after he got out of the pool.”

“Lenny told us what he thought was going on with that guy and asked us to keep an eye on you. Then a couple of us noticed that Aaron was giving you looks so we watched and then waited until after you left to talk to him. Aaron’s a nice guy but you never know.”

“Oh. Um. That’s kind of sweet.”

“Everyone knew you had a great future ahead of you. Having it end because some arsehole couldn’t keep his hands off wouldn’t have been sporting.”

“Wow. I’m kinda. Just wow.”

“But I think we’ve gotten a little off track here. You and Aaron didn’t really do anything besides wank each other, right?” Another blush and Ian peeked down Michael’s shirt to watch it. “And I’ll bet you didn’t go much further with the other guy.”

“He was one of my training partners. We’d, uh, wank each other off and then he started going down on me and it looked like fun so I tried it on him a few times.”

“Okay then. Here’s what we’re going to do.” Ian started unbuttoning Michael’s shirt again. ‘It’s almost 4 am and we’ve got another long fun-filled day ahead of us.”

Ian pulled the shirt off the other man and discarded it carelessly. Then he turned his attention to the button and zip on Michael’s jeans and undid both.

“We’re going to take a shower together,” A kiss was bestowed on Michael’s left nipple.

“And we’re going fool around in there.” A little nibble was taken near Michael’s navel while the jeans were disposed off and Michael’s boxers were dispatched.

“And then we’re going to get into bed together and try to get a little sleep.” The shower was turned on with one hand and the water temperature adjusted. The other hand was busy stroking Michael’s right hip.

“And over the next few months, you’ll think about things and I’ll think about things,” Michael was drawn into the shower stall behind Ian, “and if we’re both still thinking about the same things when we both have a little more time, we’ll find a nice beach with a very luxurious hotel and we’ll spend a few days getting to know each other better. How does that sound? Turn around so I can soap your back.”

Michael complied and spent a few moments enjoying Ian’s ministrations.

“You’re very bossy, did you know that?”

“Oh, yes I’ve heard that but I’ve yet to be presented with conclusive proof. Bend your head a little and close your eyes, its shampoo time.”

Michael giggled and then sighed at the feeling of those strong hands gliding through his hair. Ian gently turned Michael around and rinsed out suds off. Leaning forward, Ian captured Michael’s mouth.

Once again, their tongues stroked together but Michael quickly pulled back. With a blush he reached up, pulled out his retainer and stretched one of those long arms out to put it on the counter. Ian found out that the sweep of red went all the way down to Michael’s rigid penis. With a chuckle, Ian gathered Michael back into his arms and started kissing him again.

Thankful that the older man wasn’t going to comment, Michael threw himself into that task with enthusiasm and lifted his leg to wrap around Ian’s hip, bringing both of their aching cocks together.

Ian helpfully used one hand to grasp Michael’s firm rear and ground his hips into Michael’s. Their gasps and moans soon filled the shower cubicle. Ian’s other hand slipped between them and gathered up both of their cocks. Stroking gently at first, he knew that neither one of them would last long. They were both too eager. He quickened his stroke and Michael’s hand soon joined in.

Within moments they were both groaning out their completion as their come splashed between them. Exchanging long lingering kisses, they clung to each other until the hot water abruptly ran out.

Shrieking, they scrambled out and toweled each other dry before stumbling towards the bed. The clean white sheets were parted and they settled in, Ian spooning in behind the younger man as their legs mingled together.

“Ian?”

“Yes, Michael?”

“While we’re both thinking about things, can we also call each other and talk about stuff?”

“Michael, are you asking me to be your phone buddy?”

Snorting, Michael softly angled an elbow into Ian’s side. Ian retaliated by nipping at Michael’s ear.

“Don’t be silly, Phelpsie. Of course we will.”

A few moments of silence reigned before Michael twisted around and tenderly kissed Ian.

“What was that for?”

“For being you and for everything.”

Ian failed at trying to look put out. “Who else would I be? Now, hush. We’re going to look horrible on camera later if we don’t get some sleep.”
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