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The Sweet Life	By : jai Category: Individual Celebrities > Athlete/Sports Misc Views: 8241 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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January 2, 2010 Philadelphia PA

Michael opened the door to the guest suite upstairs and stepped aside so Angie and Brendan could enter. “The couch opens up into a sleeper sofa for the twins and your bedroom is through here.”

Brendan put their bags down and took a look around. “This is great, Michael. Thanks for inviting us.”

“Thanks for coming. Go ahead and get settled, we’re having dinner in forty minutes or so.”

Michael left them and headed for the stairs, running into his mom coming out of her room.

“Hi sweetie.” She reached up and gave him a hug and a kiss although she’d done so when she and Ryan arrived.

“Hi mom. Going my way?”

“Sure.” She looped her arm through his. “Are you doing okay?”

“I’m good. Still worried but I’m doing all I can right now.”

“Is Ian okay? He seemed a little frantic when we got here.”

Michael remembered just what they’d been doing when his mom and Ryan arrived an hour ahead of schedule. “Oh, you know; first party in the house jitters.”

“Right. And I want to buy a bridge in Brooklyn too.”

“Mom!”

“I was young once too you know and if you really want people to buy that, you should make sure you put your clothes on the right side out.” Debbie flicked her nail against the seam of Michael’s shirt.

Looking down, Michael realized he’d been wearing his shirt inside out for the last hour. “Would you buy that it’s a fashion statement?”

Debbie threw her head back and laughed. She laughed all the way down the stairs as she left Michael scrambling to take off his shirt and put it back on properly. By the time Michael walked into the family, she’s calmed down and merely smirked when she saw him.

Michael kept walking into the kitchen to find Ian standing over a hot stove. His spouse looked up at him with a smile.

“What set Debbie off?”

“My shirt being inside out.”

“Ah. It figures she’d twig. Any luck finding my underwear?”

“There’s no sign of it and I’ve looked everywhere. Are you sure you were wearing any?”

“I’d hardly forget to put on my drawers. Or forget that I hadn’t. Oh, you know what I mean. Besides you’re the one who took them off of me. Don’t you remember?”

“I was a little busy at that moment.”

“Mm, I remember it well. That was a really good moment.” Ian said as he stepped into Michael’s arms.

A few minutes later, Whitney walked into the kitchen to refill her soda and stopped dead at the sight of her little brother playing one hell of a game of tonsil hockey with Ian. She made a quick about face and went back into the family room.

“I thought you were getting more soda, hon?” Craig asked when she sat back down next to him.

“Uh, Michael and Ian are busy in there at the moment,” she said quietly but Grant heard her anyway.

“Are they having a snog? And you didn’t break it up?” Grant started to stand but Pieter put a couple of fingers through the belt loops on the back of Grant’s jeans and held him down.

“Grant, leave them alone.”

“But they’ll burn dinner again!”

Pieter kept a hold on his man and shouted towards the kitchen. “Ian? Do you need any help in there?”

After a short silence Ian called back. “No, we’ve got it under control. I hope everyone’s hungry.”

“You see Grant? No burning.”

“Yeah yeah. You always ruin my fun.”

“All your fun? Pieter asked archly.

Grant sat back and put his arm around Pieter. “Okay, I’ll take that back.”

“You’d better.” Pieter snuggled in reaching his hand up to take the one Grant rested on his shoulder, ignoring the looks of surprise on the faces of the people in the room.

Beth laughed and nudged Colleen. “I guess we’re not the only ones who didn’t have a clue.”

&&

Dinner was casually served in the sunroom, which was quite warm despite the chilly weather outside. Afterwards, most of them stayed around the table chatting over the remains of dessert and coffee.

Michael sat with Dennis, one of Brendan and Angie’s twins on his lap as he discussed the upcoming semester with Jackie and Angie. Dennis had fallen asleep and was drooling all over Michael’s shirt but Michael either didn’t notice or didn’t mind.

“He’d be a good dad."

Ian carefully turned to Hilary who’d noticed that Ian had a hard time taking his eyes off of Michael. “Yes he would.”

“You’d be a good dad too, you know.” Hilary waved her hand at Ian’s lap, filled as it was by Gina, Dennis’s twin. The little girl wasn’t yet asleep; she was too busy painting the fingernails on Ian’s right hand with bubblegum pink polish.

“We both like children, so this part is easy. I’m not sure how we’d handle having our own, especially one we’d be sharing with another person.”

“So you’re thinking she’s his daughter.”

“I’d hope that no one would make such an accusation without being quite sure of the outcome. If it’s only fortuitous timing and she’s after the money…”

“I remember meeting her and she didn’t strike me as that type but a lot can change in seven years. She called the house for days after they broke up.”

“Michael’s never really told me much about her.”

“That’s not surprising. He didn’t really say much at the time either except to mention that she wasn’t happy with his training schedule.”

“What did she look like?”

“She was pretty tall, almost six feet. I think she was a volleyball player.” Hilary chuckled when Ian winced. “I’d love to know what you have against volleyball but anyway, she always seemed a bit um.” Hilary leaned over and whispered, “Butch.”

“Uncle Ian, I’m done!” Gina turned to look up at him and Ian raised his hand to admire his manicure.

“Very nice, Gina. Look at how good you did on the edges.” It was a rather precise job but then Gina had been working on his one hand for an hour. Ian was amazed at her concentration but Gina was a very meticulous little girl. “Do you want to do the other hand now?”

“No, I’m tired. Will you read me a story?”

“Gina, its bedtime.” Angie said as she noticed the time.

“I know that mommy.” Gina said with exasperation. “Uncle Ian’s going to read me my story.”

Angie stood up, “Okay but only if Uncle Ian doesn’t mind.”

“I’d be happy to.”

Michael stood up, careful not to jostle Dennis. “I can take him up.”

&&

Teeth were brushed, jammies were put on and two stories were read much to Gina’s satisfaction. Dennis woke up enough to brush his teeth and change but feel back asleep the minute his head hit the pillow.

Angie left a small lamp on for a night light and pulled the door closed. “I wish I’d remembered the baby monitor. They’re a little old for it but it’s a big house and-”

“Ange, you can use the intercom system. Here.” Michael ducked back in quietly and pressed the right buttons before closing the door again. “You’ll have to sit near the panel downstairs but now you’ll hear if they wake up.”

“That’s brilliant. Thanks guys.” Angie handed over the bottle of polish remover she’d snagged. “And you can get rid of the polish now.”

They started down the stairs and although Ian took the bottle, he held out his hand. “But she’ll be disappointed if I take it off. I’ll wait until after you leave if I can keep the bottle.”

“I’ve got three so go ahead. Gina’s really into this phase and Brendan’s even taken to keeping a bottle at the office. Just don’t let her do your feet, she likes to tickle.”

“Not to mention that she doesn’t have enough polish to handle those toenails.” Michael quipped.

&&

After a group effort, the table was cleared and the kitchen made spotless. They all settled into the family room to continue socializing. Ian made it a point to sit near Hilary so he could ask more questions about Sara but Michael foiled his plans by sitting on the floor at Ian’s feet and lounging against his legs.

Not that Ian minded having Michael so close but he’d been dying to know more about the only woman Michael had slept with. Not that he considered her a rival but Hilary’s last comment had intrigued him. Of course he could always go straight to the source which was probably a better plan.

“Grant, that’s a lovely sweater. Where did you get it?”

“It was one of my Christmas presents from Pieter, Debs, so you’ll have to ask him.” Grant stroked down the sleeve of the deep blue v-neck cashmere sweater.

Pieter looked up from his card game with Fred with a shrug, “Honestly I don’t remember which shop it was but Michael was there.”

“I think it was Strawbridge’s. It was the last one in that color. I thought you were going to deck that woman who tried to take it from you.”

“Ah, that’s right. I don’t care what she said; no one could look at good in it as Grant does.” Pieter said as he gave Grant a proprietary look of satisfaction.

“You almost hit a woman?” Ian asked.

“It was a close thing. She just reached over and grabbed it right off my arm. What kind of person does that?”

Ian snorted and asked, “Was she French?”

Grant, Pieter and Michael all looked at him and started laughing. Ian joined them as the rest of the room looked on.

“Okay, what’s the deal with the French? Is it some kind of in joke?” Craig asked.

Ian looked down at Michael who shrugged his shoulders. “It’s just something that happened during the heats for the 200 Free in Athens. That guy from Switzerland, Dominik, said he was going to lodge a complaint about not qualifying after the semi-final.”

“I asked him what kind of complaint? He was almost two seconds behind the last qualifier after all.” Pieter put in.

“He said he’d been conspired against by the French Volleyball team and he’d have done better if they hadn’t kept him up all night.”

Ian chuckled and rubbed Michael’s head. “That’s when Michael said, ‘The whole team?’”

“As it turns out, his room was near the rooms of the French Beach Volleyball players and they had a very loud party the night before that kept Dominik awake. But that’s not what Michael thought.” Grant shot a grin over at Michael.

“I just couldn’t believe he’d do that during a meet. I was a little naïve, I’ll admit it.”

“For the rest of the meet, we kept telling each other to beware of the French Beach Volleyball team. It is sort of an in-joke and it was much funnier being there. Especially since Dominik doesn’t speak English very well and of course, several of the competitors don’t speak English at all so there was a lot of translating at first when we were all taking him seriously.”

“The best part was whoever put the volleyballs in everyone’s locker after the final. Having those damn things bounce out at us was quite funny after we all recovered from our heart attacks. Did anyone ever confess to that?” Grant asked.

“I personally think it was Crocker and Peirsol. They always pulled that kind of stuff.” Pieter stated.

“You guys never guessed?” Michael asked with surprise. “It was Lenny.”

“Lenny?” Ian was shocked.

“Sweet gentle Lenny?” Pieter was also shocked.

“Are you sure?” Grant said, unable to believe it.

“Yes I’m sure. Lenny is very devious; half the things Crocker and Aaron came up with were Lenny’s ideas.”

“Amazing. He always seemed like such a nice boy.” Debbie said.

“He was and is a nice guy which makes it all the easier for him to get away with things. No one believes he’d do it. Tom Malchow is still convinced that Aaron was the one who rearranged his room in Sydney but it was all Lenny’s doing.”

“I remember that. We all thought Tom as losing it.” Grant said with a smile.

“You’d lose it too if every time you got back to your room, someone had come in and redecorated. Tom was sure it was Aaron but he forgot that he was sharing a bathroom with Lenny.”

&&

January 3, 2010 Philadelphia PA

By noon the first floor of the house was filled with a variety of people. Fellow students from their separate schools, a handful of neighbors that they’d gotten friendly with, a couple of their professors, and family members; both the ones who’d stayed over Saturday night and several who had driven up that day from the Baltimore area.

There was a buffet in the dining room and everyone was hanging out and noshing on the food. No one felt any pressure to be more festive and there were no Christmas decorations aside from green bandana on Gizmo and the red bandana on Gadget. Despite Dennis’ best effort, there was no way Flannel was wearing the tiny pair of antlers Pieter had picked up somewhere.

“Hey Ian! Michael! Get in here; you’re going to be on TV.”

Michael looked up from his cards and glanced into the hallway to see Craig, his fifteen year old step nephew. “Is it a sports thing?”

“No, it’s something on E! Mom said to hurry up.”

“Okay.” Michael set the cards down. “Dad, don’t let the kids look at my cards.”

Fred got up to see what the commotion was about. “It’s Old Maid, Michael.”

“But I’ve got four pretzel sticks riding on it.”

Ian arrived in the family room behind Michael to find everyone staring at the TV which was currently showing a commercial. “What’s the big deal?”

Michael pulled him down to the floor and out of the way. “We’ve made some kind of list on the entertainment channel.”

“You guys are in the top ten. They mentioned it before the commercial break; you outranked Jennifer Lopez’s fifth divorce,” Molly said with typical thirteen year old enthusiasm.

“Isn’t it funny how you and Jennifer Lopez keep getting mentioned together, isn’t Ian?”

Michael reached over and thunked Grant on the forehead. “Don’t even start in with her. I already know the whole story.”

Molly whipped around, “Uncle Ian have you met Jennifer Lopez?”

“Some of the girls at my school said you slept with her.” Steve, Craig’s eighteen year old brother, said causing his mother Siobhan to give him a dirty look.

“Steve! That’s not an appropriate question nor is it an appropriate topic.”

“Steve, I agree with your mother and-”

Ian tried to finish but was shushed by the rest of the room when the program came back on.

“Coming in as the ninth most memorable moment of 2009, the super secret and super opulent wedding of the two most successful Olympic athletes in history, Michael Phelps and Ian Thorpe. Phelps and Thorpe came out as a couple in 2005 and have thirty one Olympic medals between them.

“For their wedding, they rented a luxury cruise liner and treated over four hundred friends and family members to five day voyage before exchanging vows off the coast of Nova Scotia. Among the guests were many of their fellow Olympians including Amanda Beard, Lenny Krayzelburg and Jenny Thompson.

“According to our sources the men had a simple ceremony on the pool deck of the Radisson Seven Seas Navigator right before sunset. The estimated tab? Almost two million dollars, truly one of the most expensive weddings in recent memory.”

The program showed several pictures of Michael and Ian together but thankfully none of the ceremony and the host moved on to the next item which someone quickly muted.

“Well, that wasn’t so bad.” Ian said from Michael’s lap.

“I didn’t think it was that super secret.” Michael commented.

“Anything you don’t invite the media to is super secret, Michael.” Pieter said philosophically before getting up and returning to the kitchen to finish dessert.

Siobhan nudged her son and gave him another look. “I think you have something to say to Ian.”

Steve looked down at his feet and mumbled an apology which Ian accepted with good grace as he rose to his feet but Michael could tell he was a bit peeved. He waited for Ian to walk into the dining room before getting up and going over to Steve who started looking a little worried.

“Siobhan, do you mind if I talk to Steve for a couple of minutes? You can come along if you’d like.”

Michael led them up to his study in the attic and closed the door behind them. “Steve, why would you ask something like that? In front of all those people?”

“I’m sorry. It just slipped out. Ever since your mom married Grandpa, I get all this crap from the kids at school.”

“What kind of crap?” Michael shot a look of apology to Siobhan for his language.

“It’s not fun having a famous uncle who everyone knows is gay. I get a lot of comments; some of the guys put some gay porn in my locker. But then there’s Ian who had all these girl friends and you have a kid and I just don’t get it.” Steve had started out bravely but by the end, he just looked like a confused teen age boy.

“Whoa. I might have a kid and Ian did have some girlfriends but being gay isn’t always a cut and dried thing. Sometimes it takes a while or even a special person to make you realize it. I’m sorry that your friends are giving you a hard time but don’t take it out on us okay?”

“It’s not my friends. My friends are cool and none of them cares. Well, Darcy cares but that’s because she’d like to watch; she’s weird like that. It’s the other kids and I’m almost out of there anyway. I really am sorry I said that and I’ll apologize for real to Ian.”

“Good, that’s all I wanted. You have my email address and phone number if you have questions or just need to talk.”

The two young men shared a brief hug and Steve went to find Ian; Siobhan stopped Michael before he could follow, motioning for him to close the door again.

“Do you think he’s gay? Not that it matters if he is or not but he’s been awfully curious about certain things lately.”

“Huh? Um, I don’t think so but I have lousy gaydar. He might have a friend who’s gay and trying to figure out what it means. If you really need to know, you should ask him and it does matter to you or you wouldn’t be asking me.”

Siobhan sat down abruptly. “Yes it does matter. I’m sorry if that offends you but he’s my son and it’s a tough life.”

Michael sat down next to her and took her hand. “I’m not offended. I’ve had it easy comparatively speaking and you have every right to be worried. You really should say something to him.”

“What did Debbie say to you?”

“That she’d already figured it out. I didn’t really come out to her; she overheard me talking to Ian. I was a little traumatized by the whole thing so I don’t really remember what she said but I knew she loved me.”

“Maybe I’ll talk to her first and then talk to Steve.”

“Talking to mom is always a good move.”

&&

The last guest left at six twenty two and the men collapsed in the family room without bothering to clean up; they had all been up early getting things ready and the quiet was nice.

Ian sat with Michael’s head in his lap, running his fingers through Michael’s hair; Grant was sprawled across the chaise lounge, Pieter sitting neatly in his lap.

“I think everyone had a good time,” Ian said idly.

“I think so too. I thought we’d made too much food but it’s just about gone.” Pieter commented, stretching his back a bit.

“I can’t believe I’ve only got a week before the semester starts again at Wharton.”

“I’m just glad my money situation has finally been solved. Then again, this was the week I was expecting to move here. Grant and I have been thinking about getting a car. You guys have been very generous with letting us use yours but we should have our own transportation.”

Michael, who was half asleep, opened his eyes at the mention of the word car. “Really? What kind?”

“We like your SUVs, Michael, but it would be too precious for us to all have the same car.”

“The 2010 Surge looks a bit different and it comes in more colors now. They have a two-door version that gets even better mileage. I can’t get over how much we’re saving in gas now.”

“That reminds me, we’ll need to sit down before school starts and go over the bills, love. We’re a week behind now.”

“Just let me know when you’re ready. We should do something fun before we both go back to school, I think. I’d suggest New York but it’s too cold to wander around up there right now. How about a spa day?” Michael asked.

“Spa day?” Grant finally spoke, looking as if he’d eaten something that tasted vile. “Isn’t that awfully girly?”

“Did you not enjoy the spa on the cruise ship, Grant?” Pieter asked innocently. “You seemed to like it enough to go back a second time and get the facial.”

Grant opened his mouth and then shut it, aware that he’d lost his opportunity to razz Ian.

Michael twisted his head to smirk up at Ian, “Ooh. The awful truth comes out.”

“That it does.” Ian said with his own smirk, “I wonder if we can get an appointment somewhere with such short notice though.”

Pieter rubbed his cheek, “Do you mind if I came along? My skin is feeling rather dry and I could use a good scrubbing.”

“Pieter, you’d go without me?” Grant asked.

“You’re the one who called it girly.”

“I’ll take it back. Unless Michael and Ian want to go alone?”

Ian looked at Michael who shrugged. “If we can find a place that has four openings, I don’t mind. I’ll do some research online tomorrow.”

&&

“Did Steve apologize to you?”

Ian nodded his head as his brushed his teeth, waiting to reply until after he’d rinsed his mouth. “Yes, twice. I wasn’t upset by the question, just the audience. Did you see the look on Dr. Fitzgerald’s face? I’d just about convinced him that I was an average Joe.”

“Yes I saw that. Siobhan’s worried that he’s gay.”

Ian thought about it as he pulled off his shirt. “I really couldn’t say. He’s what, sixteen?”

“Eighteen.” Michael said as he put his clothes in the hamper and added Ian’s.

“I used to be pretty good at spotting the signs but you’ve ruined me in that regard.” Ian went into the bedroom and got into bed.

Michael joined him a moment later, “I ruined you?”

“Yes,” Ian slid his arm around Michael’s shoulder and cuddled him close. “I really only care who you sleep with and that it’ll always be me. Everyone else’s sex life is their problem.”

“So you only want me to sleep with you? No nookie?” Michael asked as he walked his fingers over Ian’s torso.

“Nookie is a nice bonus I’ll admit.” Ian shifted so he could kiss Michael, delving deeply into Michael’s mouth with his tongue. He’d fully intended to stick with their recent trend and make love to Michael but found himself on his stomach, Michael’s fingers slicking him up.

“How did this happen? Ian asked faintly as he spread his thighs.

“I’ve been taking sneaky lessons; how do you like them so far?” Michael didn’t wait for an answer as he licked up the back of Ian’s thigh and continued stretching Ian’s anus.

“Ah, ooh. You.” Ian knew he was babbling but he couldn’t help himself; not with Michael’s hands and lips working him over.

“I know baby. I’ll be there in a minute.” Michael whispered as he focused in on the small of Ian’s back and nibbled lightly.

Ian reached back and tried to reach Michael’s head but his position was rather limiting. “Michael, please.”

Michael rose up and took a hold of Ian’s hips after wiping his hand. “Come up on your knees.”

Eager to obey, Ian pushed himself up and moved a bit forwards so he could grab the headboard. He’d barely gotten into position when Michael moved closer and smoothly slid inside.

“Oh fuck!” Ian yelled, urgently pushing himself back on the intrusion. Michael didn’t give Ian much time to adjust as he began thrusting, quickly establishing a rhythm that caused the bed to shake.

Ian was grateful for the sturdiness of the bed frame as he reveled in the rough treatment; somehow, Michael always knew what he needed. Michael’s strokes got wilder, almost beyond what either of them could bear when he ran a strong arm around Ian’s waist and pulled Ian upright, his other hand coming up to circle Ian’s penis.

The tempo changed as Michael’s thrusts gentled, his mouth exploring Ian’s nape. Their hips rose and fell together in a sexual dance. Michael began murmuring nonsensical love words into Ian’s ears, his hands lightly touching Ian’s cock and balls.

Ian’s body heaved after a few minutes of this treatment, his semen caught in Michael’s hand as he shuddered and fell forward; only Michael’s arms saving him from hitting the mattress on his face. Ian clutched at those arms as he rode through the aftershocks of his orgasm and the rise and fall of Michael’s.

Michael wiped them down and threw to towel in the bathroom before getting back into bed, his breath still a little shallow from the exertions of the last twenty minutes. Ian immediately moved in, laying his head on Michael’s shoulder and plastering his body to Michael’s side.

“I never knew what a bottom boy I was until you got your hands on me.”

“You’re a very pushy bottom boy if that helps any.”

“Gee, thank you darling.” Ian said dryly.

“You’re welcome. Did I mention how much I liked my Christmas present?”

“I liked mine too but what are we going to do with four bikes?”

“It’s hysterical that we got each other the same thing.”

“Should we return two of them?”

“Grant and Pieter could ride them with us. Do you think it’s odd how much time we spend with them? I think my dad thought it was weird.”

“It’s not odd. They’re our friends, we have many common interests and they do live right down stairs. Its fun having another couple to hang out with, isn’t it?”

“It is.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“About Sara?”

Ian sat up and looked at Michael’s face. “Yes, how did you know?”

“I heard you ask Hilary about her and no comments about bat ears. It’s not my fault I have excellent hearing.”

“I love your ears and I am curious about her. Hilary didn’t say much.”

Michael sighed and pulled Ian back down into his arms. “We dated for five weeks. I broke up with her two weeks after we slept together the first time. I liked her at first. She wasn’t a virgin and she seemed to be sort of casual about sex. Not that she was a slut or anything but it wasn’t a big deal, or so she said. I found out a couple of days later that we had different ideas about what sex would do to our relationship.

“I thought we’d go on as before, seeing each other when we could around my training schedule and school. She thought differently and started getting upset that I wasn’t changing my life to suit her. She gave me an ultimatum. I could either go to some party with her or she would find someone else to go with.

“I had practice at six the next morning and there was no way I could go partying so I agreed that she should find someone who had more time for her. She couldn’t believe I’d walk away like that but I felt manipulated and I knew that if I gave in once, she’d just keep pushing.”

“Hilary mentioned that she kept calling the house afterwards.”

“For a couple of weeks until she graduated. I know she had a full scholarship to Pitt University in Pittsburgh and I sort of expected her to be at Athens but I guess I know she wasn’t it. Chloe would have only been eighteen months old.

“She was that good of a player?”

“Yeah, she was. She was All-State for three years and volleyball scholarships aren’t easy to get.”

“I keep trying to imagine was Chloe looks like. Sara was tall?”

“Uh huh. Five eleven or so and I wouldn’t have called her butch; she was just kind of lanky.”

“You heard that part too?”

“Nah, Hilary said it at the time. She said that from behind we looked like two guys and hey, look at me now.”

“Heh.” Ian grinned appreciatively. “What about the rest of her?”

“She had brown hair, green eyes and she had really nice skin. I only met her parents twice; they did a lot of traveling for their jobs. Does that give you a better idea?”

“To a degree but I guess we’ll have to see if we actually get to meet her. This could all be moot in a week or two.”

“I know. I’m sort of terrified about either result.”

“Me too. I kept finding myself looking at little girl things when I was Christmas shopping or thinking that the room down the hall, the one with the window seat, would be perfect for her.”

“I know. The waiting is killing me. By the way, how long is Christina going to leave that offer open?”

“Uh, I don’t know. I know she said we’d probably want to wait until after we were both out of school.”

“That’s almost three years then. I think we should do it if she’s still willing. Whitney and Hilary both agreed to donate for the project.”

“Even if Chloe is yours?”

“Especially if she’s ours.” Michael stressed the last word.

“You’ve made up your mind?”

“Yes and so have you or you wouldn’t have brought it up in the first place.”

“You do know me well. I do want to be a father, pass on the name and all that.” Ian tried to speak nonchalantly but didn’t quite pull it off. “I really thought you weren’t going to go for it.”

“I wouldn’t do that without really talking it out and giving it a couple of years of thought. I was just surprised by the source.”

“I love you Michael.”

“I love you too Ian."
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