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The Sweet Life	By : jai Category: Individual Celebrities > Athlete/Sports Misc Views: 8241 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people written about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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December 23, 2009 outside of Wilmington, DE

Two days before Christmas and traffic along I-95 was thick with travelers. Michael had been brooding in the passenger seat since they got on the road and Ian was willing to let him be for the moment.

By the time they got to the Maryland House rest area, Ian pulled in and found a parking space. Michael shook himself and turned to Ian.

“Are we there?”

“No, I need to pee and get some coffee. Do you want anything?”

Michael finally looked around. “Oh. Yeah, I could pee.”

They got out and went into large building that seemed to be bursting with people. The men’s room even had a short line; as this rest stop served both the north and south bound traffic that wasn’t surprising and Ian was glad he wasn’t a woman. Their line snaked out into the lobby and past the ATM.

Michael left Ian to his coffee procurement and Ian thought he’d gone back to the car but as he stopped to add sugar, he spotted his spouse standing in line at Cinnabon and gave a sigh of relief. Pieter had made breakfast before they left but Michael hadn’t been very interested in eating which was never a good sign. Ian waited and fell in step with Michael after he’d secured a box.

“Do you want to eat those here?”

“No, it’s too crowded and noisy. I’ve got milk so we can eat in the car.”

“Good, this place is a mad house.”

“When isn’t it?”

“That’s true.”

Back at the car, Michael devoured three of the sticky concoctions and was on his second bottle of milk when he suddenly let out the loudest burp Ian had ever heard from him. Between the sound and the look of shock on Michael’s face, Ian couldn’t help laughing. A moment later, Michael joined in.

“Sorry, I guess I shouldn’t have eaten those so fast.”

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re eating.”

“I wasn’t hungry earlier but once I smelled the Cinnabon place, I was starving. Crap, is it really noon?”

“Yes but I called your dad before we left and told him we were running late. We’re meeting them at three.”

“Thanks baby. What do you think I should tell them?”

“I think you already know.” Ian said a sta started gathering up the trash.

“Yeah, I do. I’d rather tell them together so I wonder if mom’s busy. Where are we meeting dad and Jackie?” Michael took the trash bag and got out of the car.

“At Colleen and Beth’s. Debbie and Ryan will be there too, you don’t want to have this conversation in public.”

“Oh.” Michael closed the door and went over to the trash can, standing there for a minute and seemed to stare out into the traffic. Ian wondered if he’d overstepped his bounds making the arrangements when Michael suddenly turned and came trotting back. He didn’t stop at the passenger door but kept going right nd tnd to the driver’s door and opened it.

“Come on, out.”

Crap, Ian thought, I’ve gone and done it now. He slowly slid out and found himself in Michael’s embrace.

“Thank you. You always take good care of me.” Michael gave Ian a quick and sloppy kiss before pulling his head back. “You want me to take over the driving?”

Taken aback at this sudden switch in mood, Ian peered closely at Michael. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah. It just took me a little while to hear what you were really telling me.”

“What was that?”

“That between us, we’ll be able to handle whatever happens.” Michael looked back at Ian steadily, no longer appearing lost and afraid.

&&

“What number was it again?”

“2107, she said it’s the only house on the block with a Japanese maple in the front yard.”

“The red trees?”

Michael glanced at Ian out of the corner of his eye. “And you’re the son of a gardener?”

“Do astronaut’s kids know what zero gravity feels like?”

“Huh. You know that’s a pretty good one, Ian.”

“I know. I’ve been saving it up for an occasion like this.”

“Hey, I think that’s it on the left.” Michael checked the number on the front of the house and swung into the driveway. Beth had warned him about parking on the street so he drove past the house and parked off to the side of the garage.

“Well if it’s not it, we’re making someone think they have company.”

The back door of the house opened and Beth waved at them as she came down the steps to hug them hello.

She paused when she got to Michael and took his face in her hands. “How are you doing?”

“I’m okay. It was total panic until about an hour ago but I made in under the twenty four hour window.”

“Good to hear that, I guess. I’ve got a pot of crab soup on the stove and bread baking if you’re interested.”

“I could eat.” Michael said, not paying attention to Ian’s mock gasp of surprise. They left the presents in thckseckseat and brought in their suitcase and overnight bag. Beth opened the back door and led them through the kitchen to a short hallway in the back of the house.

“The guest room’s down here on the first floor, there’s a bath attached but it only has a shower. Then again, I guess you guys don’t fit in normal bathtubs.”

Ian grinned, “No, not really.”

Beth opened a door and ushered them into a medium sized room with a queen sized bed, dresser and small chair. “Sorry we don’t have a king size bed but hopefully this will work.”

“It’s fine Beth. We’ve slept in queen beds before and we like to snuggle anyway, don’t we Michael?”

Silence was the only answer and Ian put his bag down. “How much do you want to bet that he’s standing with his head over your soup pot?”

“Ha! I’m not taking that bet. Ian, is he really okay or is he putting a brave face on it?”

“Well he wouldn’t eat this morning but he ate when we stopped on the other side of Baltimore and he’s hungry again. That’s a good sign.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” Beth led the way back to the kitchen and neither was surprised to see Michael by the stove.

“Beth, this soup smells really good.” Michael said as Ian and Beth chuckled.

“Go have a seat, it’s ready to eat.”

“We’re not waiting for Colleen?”

“She’ll be home in a couple of minutes and she won’t mind.” Beth set a large bowl in front of Michael and added a thick wedge of bread. “Ian?”

“Oh, yes I’d love some soup if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.”

She set another bowl with bread in front of Ian and served them both beverages before sitting down herself, hiding a smile as Ian fished out the crab legs from his bowl and gave them to Michael.

“Aren’t you having any soup, Beth?”

“I had some earlier. How has school been?”

When Colleen burst through the door twenty minutes later, Michael was on his second bowl while Ian and Beth discussed her latest adventure in teaching.

“Oh it’s cold out there!” She closed the door and hung up her jacket before coming over to give them all a kiss and a hug, ending with Beth. “How was your drive down, guys?”

“Not bad. How’s the car business treating you?” Ian asked as Beth rose and got Colleen a bowl of soup.

“We’re close to breaking a record this month. I saw your ride outside; what do you think of it?”

“The Surge? We’re getting much better mileage then we did with our other cars.” Michael answered.

“I’d hope you were. That Escalade of yours was probably only getting eight or nine miles to the gallon. You’re much better off with a Ford.”

“You only say that because you work for them.”

&&

They’d almost succeeded in keeping Michael’s mind off of his parents’ arrival but when the doorbell rang at twelve minutes to three, he froze and gripped tightly at the edge of the table.

Colleen jumped up to get the door, greeting Debbie and Ryan while Michael paled and thought about running out the back door. Before he could bolt, Ian reached over and pried his hand from the table.

“I’m right here. Everything will be fine.”

Ian vaguely noticed Beth getting up and getting her coat but kept his focus on Michael.

“She’s going to be so disappointed in me.” Michael whispered.

“She might be at first but she’ll still love you.”

“Michael? Where are you?”

Michael jumped in his seat and gripped his hand around Ian’s. “We’re in here mom.”

“Well Colleen and I are heading out to the grocery store; we’ll be back in a couple of hours. Tell everyone to help themselves to the soup.” Beth gave them both a pat on the shoulder, greeting Debbie as she entered the kitchen with Colleen and Ryan close behind.

She snagging Colleen by the arm and went out the door while Michael stood to hug his mom. Once everyone had greeted everyone else, they sat down around the table.

“Sorry we’re early honey but Ian said you needed to talk to us. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine mom but can we wait until dad gets here?”

“Of course.” Debbie gave him a hard look but changed the subject, asking them about how their first semesters in grad school had gone. Michael could tell she wasn’t happy about waiting but she didn’t push.

Fred and Jackie arrived promptly at three and after the social niceties were observed, Michael cleared his throat getting everyone’s attention.

“Mom, do you remember Sara, Sara Eldridge?”

Debbie started to shake her head then stopped. “Oh, you dated her for a while back in high school. That Sara?”

“Yeah. Um, I got a letter from her lawyer the other day. She’s got a six year old daughter named Chloe. Sara’s suing me for child support.”

To say his parents were stunned would be an understatement. Michael waited for a reaction and began to fidget while all four of his parents seemed to exchange glances in total silence.

“Can one of you say something, anything?”

There seemed to be some decision made and Debbie was voted as spokesperson.

“So there’s a possibility that this little girl could be your daughter?”

“Yes. We did have sex and I used a condom but I kind of wasn’t sure what I was doing.” Michael didn’t blush but it was only from sheer force of will.

“She was your first girlfriend?” Jackie asked.

“Well she was the only one I slept with, if that’s what you’re gettat.”at.”

“All right, son. What’s your game plan?”

“I’m going to call Tim and get a referral for a lawyer that handles this kind of thing.” Michael paused when Ian pulled a sheet of paper out of his pocket and slid it in front of Michael. “Okay, I’m going to call the lawyers that Tim’s already recommended.” He stopped again an pon pointed to the stars he’d helpfully added. “I’m going to call the lawyers that Ian’s already-. Did you call all of these people this morning?”

“No love. I called my advisor whose wife is a family court judge in New Jersey; she was happy to cross reference Tim’s list.nt wnt went online to some legal database and looked up their records. Then Pieter called each one to see about setting appointments. The firm at the top of the list has a division that specializes in non-traditional couples; they also have offices in Pittsburgh and Philadelphia.”

“When’s the appointment?”

“Next Tuesday at ten.”

“Well then.” Michael turned back to the others. “We have an appointment next week at ten to discuss the situation with a lawyer. I’m going to insist on a paternity test and then go from there.

“If Chloe’s my daughter, then I’ll provide child support but I’ll want to have, at the very least, visitation with her. I want- we want to be part of her life.” Michael squeezed Ian’s hand. “I know it won’t be easy but we’re ready to make whatever adjustments we have to make to be good parents.”

“Why did it take this long for her file the paperwork? It’s not like you were a typical teenager; you could have supported a child even then.”

“I don’t know, mom. I guess that’s one of the things we’ll have to ask the lawyer to find out.”

&&

For Michael it was a rather surreal Christmas. He and Ian drove out to Frederick on Christmas Eve to spend the day with the Callahans en masse. Turkeys were fried, dinner was eaten and presents were opened. Christmas morning they drove back to Baltimore and spent the rest of the day with his dad’s side of the family. More food, more presents and by Christmas night, Michael was tired of pretending he wasn’t distracted.

He crawled into bed at nine, leaving Ian in the living room watching TV with Colleen and Beth. Twenty minutes later, Colleen turned to Ian with a grin.

“Why don’t you just go in there? You stopped watching TV the minute he walked out of here.”

“He needs a little time alone. We’ve been running hither and yon since he got the letter.”

“Hither and yon?” Beth asked.

“To and fro?”

“I know what you meant, I just can’t believe I heard you say that. He’s probably in there brooding.”

“Sometimes he needs to brood. It doesn’t mean I’m not worried about him.”

“Can I ask a nosy question?”

Ian ripped his eyes from the hall leading to the guest room and raised an eyebrow at Colleen. “I suppose.”

“Grant and Pieter? They’re both living with you?”

“Yes, they’re staying down in the basement. We’ve got a sort of apartment down there.”

“So how does that work? Do you all get along?”

“Grant’s my best friend and Michael and Pieter have gotten to be good friends. It’s only been a week or two but it seems to be going well.”

“I have a coworker who thinks Grant is the hottest thing, is he available?”

He stared at her, finally getting where her line of questioning was going. “Hang on a minute.” Ian got up and went into the bedroom.

Michael was writing furiously in his journal but looked up when Ian entered. “What’s up?”

“I need to call home; I’ll only be a minute.” Ian found his cell phone and dialed the number only to have voice mail pick up. “They’re not home.”

“Try their line. They’re probably downstairs.”

“Right.” Ian looked at Michael who dutifully reeled of the number. This time the phone was picked up on the first ring.

“Phelps Home for Wayward Retired Swimmers, Annex Department.”

“Why are you and Michael both answering the phone like that, Pieter?”

“Because it makes the telemarketers hang up.” Pieter answered along with Michael.

“Ah. All right then. Pieter, are you guys telling people now?”

“Telling people what?”

“That you’ve invented a better mousetrap. Don’t be obtuse.”

“Well we’re sharing a very tiny room in the dank dark basement of our friend and his very snarky spouse. You by the way are the latter not the former. Yes, we’re telling people. What part of us all going to a gay night club weren’t you there for?”

“It wouldn’t be so tiny if you didn’t need twenty seven mirrors.”

“They’re down here because they ran away from the first floor; I’ve just been helping them recover from the reflection of your hideousness.”

Ian could hear Grant laughing in the background and decided the conversation was getting out of hand. “Thank you for sharing that Pieter. We should be home around ten tomorrow so we’ll see you then.” Ian hung up and tossed the phone back in his jacket pocket.

“I thought we were leaving here at ten.”

“We are but that’ll give them plenty of time to clean any surfaces they might have had sex on while we were gone. Remind me to disinfect the kitchen table?”

“Sure baby.”

Ian patted Michael’s ass and gave him a quick kiss. “Another hour or so?”

“Maybe thirty minutes.” Michael gestured to his journal. “None of it makes any sense but I’ve venting.”

“Okay. Now I’ve got to go back and tell Colleen that Grant is not available to date her friend.” Ian stood and went to the door.

“It’ll be more fun if you say he is.”

“Ah, that’s a thought but it could get messy when Pieter stabs one of us later.”

“I’d make sure to stand behind you.”

“That’s awfully kind of you but no.”

Ian rejoined his stepsister-in-law and her partner in the living room. “Grant and Pieter are together so I’m going to say he’s not currently available
“G
“Grant and Pieter are together? I thought Pieter was married?” Beth said as she sat up.

“He was but the divorce was finalized a few weeks ago. It was a horrible mess and I don’t want to go into it.”

“Wow. I didn’t expect that one. I thought it was a little weird that you’ve got that big house and you put them in the basement but now it all makes sense.”

“Speaking of our big house, we’re having a get together on Sunday after New Years. Would you like to come up? “Is “Is that wise under the circumstances? With what’s going on with Michael?”

“We probably won’t know anything for several weeks and he was looking forward to it. It’s going to be really casual, from eleven to five but you two could come up Saturday and stay the night.”

“I don’t think we’ve got anything planned, do we Beth?”

“Nope, we sure don’t. What time should we come up on Saturday?”

&&

December 29, 2009 Philadelphia, PA

“Hang on a minute.” Ian said as he reached over to adjust Michael’s collar and tie. He brushed a tiny speck off the shoulder of Michael’s suit and smiled. “You look really good. Don’t be nervous, I’ll be right there next to you.”

“Thanks. Did I remember the letter?”

“I’ve got it right here.” Ian patted his own breast pocket and took Michael’s hand. They stood for a moment and Michael used his free hand to push the elevator call button.

“Did I mention how grateful I am that you did all that research and made this appointment?”

“No but I didn’t expect you to however I will accept an exchange of services for it.”

“You will?” Michael said with a quirk of his lips, “What kind of service are we talking about?”

“One of your massages, for at least thirty minutes and with that vanilla scented oil.”

Michael stopped smiling and stepped closer to Ian, peering at him. “You don’t have a headache do you?”

“No silly. I just love your massages and I’ve got very fond memories of what happened the last time.” The elevator door opened and Ian walked in with Michael after the people on board exited. Ian smiled urbanely at the remaining passengers, keeping his hand in Michael’s.

The receptionist on the ninth floor greeted them politely and told them that Ms Dubois would be right with them as she gestured to the waiting area. Ian and Michael sat together on one of the couches and settled in. There were eight other people also waiting so neither one felt comfortable continuing their conversation.

Six minutes later, a young woman in a sharp suit came over to them and introduced herself as Nina Dubois.

Ian and Michael stood to shake her hand and she led them through a confusing maze of corridors to a small conference room. After they declined her offer of refreshments, she left them for a moment and returned with an older man who was almost as tall as Michael.

“Hello Mr. Phelps, Mr. Thorpe. I’m Carl Bass, the head of the family law group here.”

There was another round of handshaking and they all sat down.

“I’ve had a chance to read over the suit and it appears fairly straightforward. Ms Eldridge is asking for support of the minor child, Chloe Eldridge from you, Mr. Phelps, in the amount of three thousand dollars a month.” Carl said as he looked through the paperwork. “We will of course insist on a DNA test to establish paternity and then we’ll go from there. The only question is: what do you want to happen?”

“What do you mean?”

“If Chloe is your child do you want visitation? Custody? Do you want to negotiate on the amount of child support?”

“I’d like visitation but I don’t know how that would work. She’s in Pittsburgh, I’m here. And I have no idea if three thousand is fair or not. I would really like to know why it took Sara so long to do this.”

“But no thoughts on custody?” Carl asked, glancing at him over his glasses.

“If it was a question of Sara being a bad mother, then I’d go for custody in a heart beat but I’m not going to do it just to be vindictive. Chloe’s well being in the most important thing here; I don’t even want to meet her until we know if I’m her father or not. She’s only six; it would be too confusing for her. ”

Carl smiled and closed his folder. “Then I think we can work together on this matter if you’d like to hire us. We’ll do our best to work at an equitable and fair arrangement for you in regards to visitation and child support.”

Michael looked at Ian who nodded. They quickly worked out the financial details and Nina gave Michael the paperwork to get the blood work done. Less than an hour after they arrived, Ian and Michael were getting back into their car.

“The lab is open until three. Do you want to go ahead and get it over with?”

“Will you kiss my boo boo?”

“That’s not all I’ll kiss.” Ian said with a leer.

Michael put the car in gear and drove out of the parking garage. “Um, I think I owe you more than a thirty minute massage for this. I would ahve still been trying to figure out what to do.”

“You would have called Tim just like I did. And I’ll accept forty minutes if you really think that you owe me.”

“You’re so easy; I was willing to do an hour.”

&&

Ian walked into the house ahead of Michael, carrying several bags of cleaning supplies.

“How did it go?” Pieter asked as he sat reading at the kitcheble.ble.

“It was fine.”

“I like Mr. Bass although I have no idea why. Want to see my boo boo?” Michael put his own bags on the counter.

“You took the blood test already? Yes, I would like to see it.”

Michael took off his coat and suit jacket to roll up his shirt sleeve. Halfway through he shrugged and just removed the shirt. He was going to have to change anyway before he started cleaning.

Pieter gently examined Michael’s arm. “They did a good job.”

“It didn’t really hurt either.”

“I thought it was our turn for grocery shopping?” Pieter asked as he took in the number of bags from the local market.

“A couple of people in the family are coming up on Saturday for the party on Sunday and the house is a mess. It’ll take days for me to clean the place up.”

Pieter started to offer his help when he saw Ian shaking his head. “Oh. Well it’s my turn to make dinner so I’ll just go back to my cook book.” He said slowly and smiled when Ian made a thumb’s up gesture.

“I’d best get to cleaning. Ian, do you want me to take your suit coat upstairs?”

“If you would. I’ll unload the bags so you can get started.”

“Thanks baby!” Michael grabbed the item of clothing along with his shirt and coat and skipped up the stairs.

“Ian, is he okay?”

“Yes, he’s a bit stressed but he’ll tire himself out with cleaning the house and he’ll be better in the morning.”

“So you’ll just let him clean? What’s to clean? The house is spotless.”

“He’ll find something. During finals one year I found him cleaning all the overhead fans at the old house.”

“Nothing to worry about then.”

“Only if he’s still cleaning on Saturday.”

&&

December 31, 2009 Philadelphia, PA

The plan for New Year’s Eve was simple. They were having an early dinner of steaks, baked potatoes, green beans, salad and Key Lime pie followed by watching DVDs in front of the fireplace.

They may have decided to avoid the crowds at area restaurants but that was no reason not to have a great meal and use a few of the wedding presents that people had insisted on sending.

Setting the last plate in place, Michael stepped back and admired the table. “You know Ian; your cousin Gertrude has really great taste in glassware.”

“Those actually belonged to my grandparents. Since Gertrude didn’t have children, she decided to pass them along to me.”

“Why not give them to Christina?”

“Christina’s the reason why there are only five glasses left; there used to be eight. But they do look nice with the china Bob gave us.”

“I still don’t get why he sent us china.”

“Because you were getting married; people normally send gifts.” Pieter commented as he came in with several candle sticks and set them down. “I’ll light them when we’re ready to eat. I think the grill is ready, Ian.”

“Thanks Pieter.”

They returned to the kitchen where Grant was checking the potatoes. “There you are. You all know better to leave me alone in here, I could have ruined something.”

“You’re not that dangerous, Grant," Ian said as he tested the grill.

“You’re very dangerous beminde but not in the kitchen.” Pieter kissed Grant’s cheek.

&&

Grant reached over and pushed the button on the remote. “It’s after ten and that’s the last movie. I think Pieter and I will steal a bottle of champagne and finish up the night downstairs if you don’t mind Ian.”

“Noon’ton’t mind. I guess Michael decided to go to bed.”

Pieter stood up and picked up the bowl of popcorn. “Actually he said something about owing you a massage?”

Ian sat up quickly and found his slippers. “He did?”

“Yes he did. We’ll let the dogs out if you want to go on up.”

“Thanks guys.” Ian hugged both of them briefly, even kissing Pieter on both cheeks in the European fashion.

“It’s no problem. Happy new year.” Pieter pushed him towards the stairs as Grant started straightening out the blankets that they’d all been using.

“Happy new year to you too.” Ian said, trying not to hurry out of the room before giving up and running up to the second floor. He skidded to a stop in front of the bedroom door and took a moment to compose himself.

The door opened and Michael stood there with a smile. “It took you long enough.” Their room was lit with candles, a pallet was arranged in front of the fireplace and one of Ian’s favo CDs CDs was playing on the stereo.

“It was a good movie but that’s no excuse.” Ian gave him a quick peck on the lip. “I’ll try to make it up to you.”

“While you’re thinking on that, why don’t you go in and get a shower? Come out whenever you’re ready.”

Five minutes later he hurried out of the bathroom and lay down on the surprisingly warm surface of the pallet. “Did you put the electric blanket on this?”

“I bought another one, because it’s awfully cold and we can do this on the bed. I really should get a massage table.” Michael pulled the sides of the blanket up over Ian’s legs to keep him warm and dipped his hand into the oil.

“This works-, oh lord that feels good.” Ian sighed as Michael started stroking his back before getting down to serious work. Michael didn’t stop with merely massaging Ian’s back. He kneaded his way down each of Ian’s arms and paid particular attention to his hands, manipulating each tendon and joint.

He slid around to Ian’s side and started in his right leg, working slowly down to the foot and then switching over and working back up. Several more minutes were spent going over each muscle group on Ian’s now relaxed back before he nudged Ian’s shoulder.

“You ready to turn over, Ian?”

“Goo.”

“Huh?”

“Call me Goo.”

“Oh I get it. Come on, over you go.” Michael helped with the position change and sat behind Ian’s head, kneading deeply into the neck with his knuckles. “Do you want-” Michael stopped as the sound of fireworks being set off around the neighborhood started.

“What time is it?” Ian asked.

“Midnight I guess. Happy new year baby.” Michael bent down and kissed Ian, running his tongue over Ian’s lips before diving in. Several minutes later he raised his head. “That was weird, kissing you upside down.”

“Happy new year to you too. Why don’t you take your clothes off and get down here?”

“You don’t want me to finish your massage?”

Ian figured that was a rhetorical question as Michael was already undressing. After a little arranging, they were snug on the small pallet with the blanket spread over them and the bowl of oil placed out of danger.

“You know we have that big bed only a few feet away.”

“But this is much more romantic.” Ian said, making himself comfortable again.

They lay quietly for several minutes listening to the sounds of celebration out the window.

“I don’t want whatever happens with Chloe to change us.”

“I won’t lie. Things will change if she becomes part of our lives but we’ll manage. Do you want me to give you something else to think about?”

“Sure.”

“Christina offered to surrogate for us.”

“Huh?”

“I told my family about Chloe when I called them at Christmas. Chris mentioned that she and David had been talking about what terrific parents we’d make. They were going to ask us to be guardians for Iona and Daniel in case anything ever happened to them.”

“Aw, that’s so cool but that led to surrogacy how?”

“I’m not quite sure. She said that David brought it up during the cruise and she’s been thinking about it ever since. Not that she expects us to jump right up and do anything about it.”

“How would it work?”

“We’d have to use in vitro fertilization; her egg and your sperm or if one of your sisters was willing, one of their eggs and my sperm. One of us would essentially be raising our niece or nephew but it’s the closest we could come to having our own children. There are risks with in vitro. We could end up with a multiple birth or spend a lot of money with no results.”

“Okay, that did take my mind off the legal stuff. What did your parents say? Were they disappointed in me?”

“Dad said he was surprised it was you and not me.” Ian said ruefully. “Mom just asked if you were okay and if I was taking care of you. So my dad thinks I’m a slut and my mom thinks I’m neglectful. You’re golden.”

“Hey, you’re a reformed slut and I can’t imagine how you could take better job of taking care of me without wrapping me in tissue paper and keeping me in the closet.”

“There’s an idea but we’re out of the closet so I’d have to keep you in a drawer.”

Michael sighed and rested his head on Ian’s shoulder. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” Ian said as he kissed Michael’s brow. “We really should get up or we’re going to fall asleep here.”

Michael sat up with a grin. “But what about the romance?”

“It still is but I’m laying on the control for the electric blanket and I think we need to blow out the candles.”

“They are getting kind of low.” Michael rolled gracefully to his feet and reached a hand down to Ian. “Come on.”

“Uh. Give me a minute.” Ian said weakly.

Michael blinked and looked down at Ian’s mid section. “Boing?”

“Uh huh.”

“But I just stood up.”

“And you’re all naked.” Ian raked his eyes up and down Michael’s body. “Why don’t you come back down here?”

“Nope. Then we really will fall asleep on the floor.” Michael started blowing out the candles, putting a little extra wiggle in his walk as he went around the room.

“That’s not helping.”

Michael looked flirtatiously over his shoulder as he carried the oil towards the bathroom, “I know.”

Ian hauled himself up and turned off the electric blanket before dashing to the bed. He pulled the lube out and the box of baby wipes, putting both on the nightstand and waited impatiently.

“Where- oh, you made it into bed.”

“Yes and I turned the blanket off so get over here.” Ian patted the mattress.

“Don’t the dogs need to be let out?”

“Grant and Pieter let them out when I was coming up. Now get in here before you freeze something off.”

Michael dove in the between the sheets and settled himself against the pillows. “Happy now?”

“Why are you all the way over there?”

Michael moved over an inch. “How about that?”

Ian reached over and hauled Michael closer. “Right here is fine,” he said before licking Michael’s earlobe.

Michael shivered and put his arms around Ian’s neck. “You know that drives me crazy.”

“Um hum.” Ian ran his hand down to Michael’s nipple while he started sucking on Michael’s neck. Long minutes later, they were making love slowly; Ian stroking deeply into Michael as they both gasped and strained against each other.

Michael’s hands slid down to Ian’s ass as their pace quickened, their bodies grinding together. Ian felt sharp teeth latch onto his neck and the sudden spurt of wetness on his midsection. Michael came with a muffled scream, his body shaking beneath Ian.

The ripples of Michael’s orgasm around his cock were too much for Ian and he thrust harder, grunting as he came deep inside of Michael and then collapsed on top of him.

They roused themselves ten minutes later after Michael poked Ian for the second time.

“Come on, let me up.”

“But I’m comfy.” Ian said as he wiggled a little.

“I’ve got to pee.”

Ian rolled off and Michael made a dash for the toilet. “Why didn’t you say that in the first place?”

“It wasn’t an emergency until you moved.”

Ian got up and padded into the bathroom to join Michael at the toilet. They stood for a moment and Ian looked down. “I thought you had to pee?”

“I do. Don’t rush me.”

“You know I can’t go unless you’re going.”

“Oh for heavens sake.” Michael reached over and turned on the tap at the sink. That seemed to help both of them and Ian flushed to toilet afterwards while Michael washed his hands. “That’s taking the togetherness thing way to far.”

“It’s not togetherness. I always have to pee when I hear you peeing. It’s like yawning. I just thought I’d save time.” Ian washed and dried his hands.

They remade the bed and got back in, Ian spooning up behind Michael.

“Thank you for the massage, love.”

“You’re welcome. You know I just realized that I didn’t give you your Christmas present.”

“And I didn’t give you yours. I guess we were both distracted but we’ll have a little Christmas tomorrow.”

“What did you get me?”

“You’ll have to go to sleep and wait for Santa to get here.”

“I’ll tell you want I got you.”

“I can wait and so can you. Now go to sleep or I’ll give your prezzie to Grant.”

“That means it’s not clothes because we don't wear the same size.”

“Michael, don’t make me come over there.”
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The Sweet Life