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Mooring

August 28, 2005 In transit

Michael sat in the left corner of the back seat, acting as a pillow for Ian who was slung out across the seat; his head on Michael’s shoulder, Michael’s arm wrapped around him. Brad had turned on the radio and adjusted the speakers to the front of the vehicle so Ian and Michael could have a little bit of privacy.

“They’re beautiful rings, aren’t they?” Ian asked softly admiring his in the lights flashing through the window.

“Yes, they are. You know, we’re going to have to tell our parents about this before they hear it from someone else.”

“I suppose. But can we wait a day or two?”

“If you want. Why?”

“As soon as I tell mum, she’ll want to know when we’re planning the ceremony.”

“I thought that’s just what we had.”

“Mum will expect something involving formal wear and flowers.”

“You know, my mom probably will too. Too bad we can’t just run away to Vegas.” Michael poked Ian gently.

“I did not marry that woman and it wasn’t my idea of a joke.”

“I know. I thought you liked Amanda.”

“I liked her fine until people started coming up and congratulating me. They even asked me about in an interview a few months ago.”

“I guess she doesn’t get an invitation then.”

“Not even. When do you want to do this?”

“I think we’re good for right now, don’t you think?”

Ian sat up and turned to look at Michael earnestly. “But what about the baby? Think of little James Frederick, Michael.”

“Hush, you. I’m kind of thinking I should give up on our long term planning.” At the look on Ian’s face, he continued, “Because I’m sort of sucking at it right now, not because we aren’t long term material.”

“I don’t think you suck at it.”

“Well, originally we weren’t going to come out until after Portugal, remember?”

“So you’re saying this is entirely my fault?

“What? That I’m deliriously happy? Yes, that’s definitely your fault.”

“I know I pushed things, moving here and all.”

Michael draped his hand on Ian’s nape. “I’m glad you did. You don’t know how many times I thought about throwing some stuff in a bag and jumping on a plane.”

“Really? Just chuck school and come on over?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m glad I’m not the only impetuous one in this relationship.”

Ian leaned forward and kissed Michael, forgetting that they weren’t entirely alone; slipping his arms around Michael’s waist and stroking the small of his back. Michael opened his mouth under Ian’s and tilted his head a little to give Ian better access.

Ian trailed kisses along Michael’s cheek and licked right below his earlobe, causing Michael to arch his neck. A slight movement made Michael’s eyes flutter open and he realized from the view of the car’s interior exactly where they were.

“Ian? Baby?”

“Yes, love?”

“We’re still in car.”

“I’ve always wanted to make out with you in the back-. Oh, we’re not alone are we?”

“No dear.”

Ian slowly disengaged himself from Michael, sat back in the seat and faced forward; smoothing his clothing and hair down in a calm and collected manner.

“Sorry about that. Don’t know what came over me.”

“Its okay, Ian. Whatever it was came over me too.”

&&

Michael barely restrained himself from kicking the back of the seat and screaming ‘Are we there yet?’ as Ian’s fingers idly drew figures on his thigh. He tightened his jaw and silently began plotting what he was going to Ian once they got home when he realized that Phil had turned off the radio and was speaking on his cell phone.

“Yes, sir. Yes, sir. I’ll tell them. Yes, sir.” Phil hung up the phone and loudly stated, “Hey, guys? I’m getting ready to turn around now.”

“It’s okay, we’re decent.”

“Okay.” Phil loosened his seatbelt and twisted in his seat. “That was SAIC Morris. They’ve made an arrest.”

“That’s great! Ian, isn’t it great?”

“Yes, fantastic. Phil, did Frank say anything else?”

“No. He just told me to tell you and he’d like us to meet down at the field office in Detroit if that’s okay with you.”

“Yes, that’s fine.” Ian said, gripping Michael’s hand tightly.

^^
Brad expertly drove them into the underground garage and parked the car in a visitor’s spot after checking with the guard. He and Phil opened their doors and waited for Ian and Michael to exit.

Walking behind the pair of agents heading to an elevator, Michael nudged Ian. “Why didn’t he give us the keys back?” He whispered urgently.

“I don’t know.” Ian whispered back, now worried.

They entered the elevator and after Phil pushed the button for the fifth floor, stood in silence as the cubicle rose, the muted bell dinging between floors. The doors opened on the appropriate floor to reveal a room buzzing with activity even late on a Sunday night. An agent sitting at a desk looked up and handed two badges to Brad who handed them to Michael and Ian with instructions on how to attach them.

The agents led the way through the cube farm filled with agents and other personnel to a conference room brimming with even more agents. Frank Morris stood at the front of the room in his shirtsleeves towering over a woman in business suit holding a folder. Everyone in the room paused when they noticed the new entries. Frank smiled and stepped forward.

“Ian, Michael. Good to see you again.”

“Hello, Frank. Good to see you too.” Ian said as they shook hands. Michael shifted a half foot behind Ian and simply nodded his head.

Frank looked him curiously before nodding back. “If you’d like come with me, there’s a room over this way where we can talk. Sharon?” He nodded at the woman he’d been talking with and she nodded back and started gathering a different set of folders. “Brad, Phil if you’ll get Danny and Mark along with the rest of the team and meet us across the hall?”

The agents readily assented and Frank walked out the door and stopped, waiting for Ian and Michael to follow and then resuming once they had. The room across the hall was empty and held a smaller conference table, with only twelve chairs.

“Guys, would you like coffee or something else to drink, water perhaps? Go ahead a take a seat.” Frank invited.

“I’ll take water if it’s not too much trouble. Michael?” Ian turned to his lover, wondering why Michael looked so freaked out suddenly.

“No, I’m fine.” Michael smiled tightly and took a seat with his back to the wall, facing the door.

Frank merely nodded again and left, closing the door behind him. Ian sat down next to Michael and took his hand.

“What’s wrong love?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m just being paranoid. Don’t you think it’s weird that he didn’t give us the keys back?”

There was a rapid knock on the door before Ian could answer and Danny stuck his head in.

“Hey guys!” He opened the door wider and strolled in followed by Mark, Brad and Phil.

Phil sat down next to Michael, pulled out the aforementioned car keys and held them up. “Here you go. I thought we’d be driving back with you but Mark and Danny brought our stuff back with them.”

Michael took the keys and smiled, finally relaxing. “Oh. Thanks.” He put the keys in his own pocket and took Ian’s hand under the table before realizing the n Frn Frank had addressed as ‘Sharon’ was standing at the table.

She smiled at them and put down the stack of files and leaned over the table offering her hand. “Hi, I’m Sharon Morrissey, the prosecutor for your case.”

Ian and Michael rose. “I’m Ian Thorpe, nice to meet you Ms. Morrissey.”

“And I’m Michael Phelps.”

“Please, call me Sharon.” She sat down and arranged her files. “We’ll get started as soon as everyone else gets here.”

Frank reentered the room, carrying a tray of beverages and followed by two other men; Frank distributed the drinks while introducing everyone.

Raul Draper, the state’s attorney and Dr. Charles Stern, a psychologist here on staff this is Ian Thorpe and Michael Phelps.” Frank set aside the tray and sat down.

“We all know why we’re here so I’m going to cut to the chase. We made three arrests an hour ago. The three suspects are Nathan Shearer, Cathy Shearer and Donald Grady. Mr. Shearer is Ms. Shearer’s brother. From what we’ve been able to gather Ms. Shearer moved to Detroit in January from Baltimore; Mr. Shearer and Mr. Grady followed her in July after they were released from prison in Jessup, Maryland.”

“So she followed me out here?” Michael asked.

“Yes. She developed what could be termed an inappropriate attachment to you. We think she first made contact at the parade in Towson back in September last year. She worked for the county government and helped organize the parade. We’re not sure what dealings you had with her if any but it doesn’t matter because in her mind, you two have been in a relationship since then.” Dr. Stern said, pausing for a moment.

“She became obsessed with this non-existent relationship, quit her job and moved here. She applied to the University, for an opening in the athletic department but either someone twigged to her or she didn’t fit the qualifications so she wasn’t hired. She instead secured a job with the Washtenaw County government, in the utilities division which allowed her access to your address.”

Sharon picked up story. “This brings us to July, when her brother and Mr. Grady were released. They moved here; a violation of their parole agreements and shared an apartment with Ms. Shearer. She told them that she was in a relationship but would not reveal who her boyfriend. As Mr. Grady was formerly Ms. Shearer’s lover; he wasn’t happy about losing her affections.”

“So he began to follow Ms. Shearer who was trying to tail you but you’d already left for Toronto at that point. Ms. Shearer caught Mr. Grady following her and after they returned to the apartment, there was altercation between all three and Ms. Shearer revealed she was pregnant with her new lover’s baby.”

Michael opened his mouth and closed it again.

“No Mr. Phelps, she wasn’t and is not pregnant. No one believes that you even aware of her let alone involved with her. Anyway, you and Mr. Thorpe came back here earlier this month and quietly made your announcement which was discussed in the county offices one day. Ms. Shearer was furious that you were unfaithful to her with a man and went home to beg her brother and Mr. Grady to help her punish you.”

“This brings us to last Friday night.” Frank spoke up. “Mr. Grady and Mr. Shearer had obtained the bomb diagrams from the county libraries’ computers and Ms. Shearer supplied what she thought was dynamite from the property room. They were dummies that used be used for training but she didn’t know that.”

“Mr. Shearer and Mr. Grady entered your property around two in the morning to attach the device to your garage door but were scared off by the security system. So they came back on Saturday afternoon and after sitting in the car in for an hour in front of your house, decided to stick the device in the mailbox and leave before anyone noticed them.”

“It took them an hour and they didn’t figure anyone saw them?” Ian asked.

Frank nodded and continued, "Ian, they’re not the brightest bulbs. Mr. Grady and Mr. Shearer have long rap sheets filled with petty crimes and con games that never worked. They were both in prison the last time for trying to steal an ATM with a dolly and a crowbar from a pizza joint in Harford County, Maryland which was next door to a county policing depot.”

“Michael, the video system you installed was instrumental in identifying Mr. Grady and Mr. Shearer as the perpetrators. Mr. Grady in particular gave us a clear picture of his face when he put the device and other materials in your mailbox. We verified his identity from the fingerprints he left on your garage door, again picked up the video camera. From there it was just a matter of putting together the pieces.”

Michael sighed and sat back. “So what happens now?”

“Mr. Shearer and Mr. Grady will be charged with mail tampering under federal law. They’ll also charged by the state of Michigan for four counts of attempted murder; two for the garage, two for the mailbox, three counts of criminal trespass and several other charges that we’re still working on. Ms. Shearer will be charged under Michigan’s stalking law, trespassing, larceny, breaking and entering, conspiracy to commit murder and again, several other charges we’re still compiling. Ms. Shearer will probably also be charged for federal mail tampering as we’ve found several pieces of your mail in her apartment.” Mr. Draper read from his notepad and then looked up.

“Was there a cell phone bill from May in that mail?” Michael asked.

“Yes, there was.”

“And I thought I misplaced it or something.” Michael shook his head. “I can’t believe this.”

“I didn’t believe it when it happened to me either Michael but at least that woman never went this far.” Ian said.

“Gee, matching stalkers. Just what every couple needs.” Michael said with a grimace. “I’m sorry about this, Ian.”

“Nonsense. You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s not your fault, it wasn’t my fault.” Ian tipped his head towards Michael and whispered. “We’re not going to let this get us, are we?”

Michael smiled a little and shook his head. “No. But I get the first panic attack this time.”

Ian smiled in return. “Done.” He leaned back and noticed everyone in the room looking at them. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to sidetrack the meeting. What do you need from us?”

“No problem, Ian.” Frank said with a smile of his own. “And we’ll need to take your official statements but those will be a formality. You will both also have to go through an identification process on all three suspects.”

“Do you need the statements tonight?”

“No, we’d like for you to come back on Tuesday in the afternoon, when you’re fresh and we’ll also do the identifications then when the suspects’ lawyers are present. We’ll try to make this as easy as possible for you.”

“We appreciate that, we appreciate everything you’ve done for us. We know we aren’t the typical people you have to deal with but you’ve all been very compassionate and considerate.” Michael said.

“Did someone say something to you about your sexual orientation?” Frank shot a fierce look at his agents.

“No. No, I meant the Olympic thing, the swimming thing, and the Australian thing. Brad, Mark, Phil and Danny have been great. They made us feel that we were protected but not like we were children.” Michael beamed at the agents.

Frank eased back. “Well, I didn’t expect anything less from them but you were a little uneasy when you got here and I needed to be sure.”

“Um. No, I was a little anxious when Phil didn’t give us back the car keys but I think it was just being in that garage. I might have watched too many episodes of the X Files to feel really comfy in garages with FBI agents, no offense.”

Everyone was silent for a moment before the laughter started. Michael laughed too after a minute when Brad said, “You know, I never thought about it but that garage does look like the one they used on the show.”

“Michael, I promise. We won’t bring you back here after dark for mysterious meetings anymore.” Frank said, wiping a tear away.

“I appreciate that, Frank.”

“And as much as we all enjoy your company, gentlemen, we’re going to let you go home now. There’s an agent on duty until you get there just to keep an eye on things.” Frank rose and the rest of the table rose with him.

“Again, we can’t tell you how much we appreciate what you’ve done for us. I know you’ll say its just part of your job but it means a lot to us, how you’ve treated us. It made this ordeal much easier to go through.” Ian shook Frank’s hand and then walked around the table, shaking the hands of the other officials in the room; Michael followed him, adding his own thanks to each individual.

“Michael, Ian. I’ll see you on Tuesday, Sharon will contact you with time we’ll need you. I need to get back to a meeting so Brad will escort you down. By the way, nice rings.” Frank winked and walked out.

^^
Back on the road twenty minutes later, Ian checked the time and pulled out his cell phone to call his parents and manager while Michael drove, following the instructions from the GPS system to get out of the city.

He hung up after only ten minutes and looked over at Michael. “Do you want me to call your parents and tell them the news or is it too late in Baltimore?”

“No, go ahead. I know they’ll appreciate it, thanks for thinking of it.”

“You’re welcome.” Ian dialed the phone and although he woke both Debbie and Fred up, they were both grateful and relieved enough not to care; Fred even unwinding enough to be more than civil.

He hung up and dialed one more time, calling Bob and although it took Bob a moment to get over being woken up, he was so cheerful over the news that he told Ian that he and Michael should take the next morning off.

“Bob, are you sure we should do that?”

“Yes, you need some time alone together to de-stress. If you don’t want to take the morning off, at least come in a couple of hours later, okay?”

“Okay, Bob. I’ll talk it over with Michael and we’ll see. Have a good night, sorry again for waking you.”

“Ian, you can wake me anytime for this kind of news.” The line clicked and Ian turned off the phone, tucking it back into his pocket.

“What did Bob say?”

“He wants us to take the morning off or come in late. He said we need alone time.”

“Really? Well, we do have a lot to celebrate.” Michael glanced over with a mock leer.

Ian patted Michael’s thigh. “Down boy, we no longer have our chauffer.”

“Yeah, but I could pull over, we could get in the backseat and we can finish what we started earlier.”

“As tempting as that offer is, I don’t want to explain to everyone if we got arrested for indecent exposure and there’s the agent back at the house to consider.”

“True. Good thing one of us is thinking.”

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t get home, let the agent leave and make out in the backseat while the car is in the garage.” Ian placed his hand on Michael’s thigh and squeezed.

“I like the way you think, Ian Thorpe.”

Headway

October 12, 2005 Ann Arbor MI

“I don’t think so, Tim.”

“Michael, it’s a great opportunity.”

“But I’m not a bachelor.”

“You are until you tie the knot.”

Michael glanced down at the ring on his right finger. “Tim, I’m off the market. Not available. However you want to say it, I’m not doing it.”

“Fine. But could you guys at least do one interview? Just one? For me and Dave?”

“Did you call me about the bachelor article just to bring that up again?”

“You and Ian said you were willing to do a joint interview, if the right offer came along and there have been plenty to choose from. What’s the problem?”

“I noticed that you avoided answering the question. We’ve decided to wait until after Lisbon next month, and even then we’re not totally sure. Giving an interview about your relationship is the kiss of death sometimes.”

“So can I put a packet together of the offers I’ve gotten and the ones Dave has? You’ll have a month to look them over.”

“I guess but I’m not making any promises for either of us. Do me a favor though and eliminate anyone who wants us to talk about our sex life or have us pose for nude pictures or who have previously printed pictures of us taken on campus.” Michael looked down the sidewalk and finally saw Ian strolling along, coming from his Chinese class. “Tim, I’ve got to go. k tok to you next week.”

Michael pushed the button to end the call and put the phone in his book bag, smiling as Ian drew near. “Hey, how has your day been?” Michael rose from the low stone wall he’d been sitting on and leaned in for a kiss.

Ian gave him a smooch and took Michael’s hand. “Fine, dear. How was yours?”

“Pretty good. I have some homework to do.” Michael answered as they started walking towards the car.

“Me too. Are we going out for dinner or eating in?” Ian swung their hands a little.

“If we eat in, we’ll have to stop at the store.”

“Didn’t we just stop at the store?”

“No that was last week or maybe the week before. But we’re out of coffee; I used the last in the can this morning.”

“In that case, we’ll be stopping at the store tonight. What do you feel like having tonight?”

“We could get that pasta again; maybe make pesto; that’s pretty easy. Some salad stuff and how about chicken breasts with the creamy soup stuff.”

“You know, we really should use that crock pot thing your mother sent. That way dinner would be ready when we got home.”

“I guess we could find recipes on the internet for it and we’d have to plan out meals in advance.”

“That’s not such a hard thing, we could figure it out.”

“We could. You know, I like eating at home with you. Going out for dinner is fun but it loses something when you do it all the time.”

“We can still keep dateht, ht, right?”

“Yeah. Are you sure you don’t want to go out tomorrow night?”

“I’m sure. I’d rather not make a big deal over it.”

Michael opened the car door and slid behind the wheel. Once Ian was situated, he started the car and pulled out into traffic.

“So not making a big deal, does that mean I can’t get you a present?”

“You can get me a present.”

“Okay, because it would be kind of hard to take it back now.”

“I’m not going to ask. I want to be surprised.” Ian dug into his backpack for a piece of paper and a pen.

“Good, because I wasn’t going to tell you. We also need sugar.” At Ian’s look, Michael shrugged. “What? You’re making a list for the store, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I was. Am I that predictable?”

Michael laughed, “You kind of are but its better than making three trips to the store because we kept forgetting things, isn’t it? Did you want to try Sam’s Club this time? I still have a membership card and it’s down the next intersection.”

“Is that the warehouse place?”

“Yeah, it would be sensible with the amount of food we go through.”

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to take a look, anything else we need?”

Michael made a lane change and took a right turn. “Paper towels, toilet paper, coffee filters. Good thing we are hitting a store or I couldn’t have made coffee tomorrow.”

&&

“Okay, Ian. Here’s the deal: no matter how good it looks, we can’t buy everything.” Michael pulled a cart from the herd and turned it towards the store entrance.

“Really, Michael. I’m not an impulse shopper and I have the list.” Ian waved the scrap of paper indignantly. “You have such little faith in me.”

“All I know is that Sam’s is a dangerous place, you’ll see.”

&&

“Ian? Are those DVDs on your list?” Michael inquired innocently.

“No, but… oh I see what you mean. I didn’t even make it twenty feet into the store.” Ian looked around a little shamefaced.

“Its okay, I’ve been there. And I’m not saying you can’t get the DVDs; I know you love movies and we don’t go to enough them.”

“Well, maybe I’ll only get three or four.” Ian put the other eight back where he got them while Michael hid a smile.

&&

“That’s a lot of meat.” Ian said as he looked over cases in the back of the store. “Do you want to get steaks? We can do them on the grill.”

“What grill?”

“The one on the stove. That’s what the black grid thing is.”

“The one I put in the drawer?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, I thought it was just a black grid thing.”

“Obviously. You know, if we got a full-sized freezer, the vacuum sealer thing and did some planning, we probably wouldn’t have to grocery shop so often. We’d just need to get a few things every week instead of constantly restocking.”

“You just want to get the vacuum sealer thing.”

“It’s economical. Sealing things like that, wasn’t it fascinating?”

“We’d have to get the freezer first and we’re not buying one here so get that look off your face. They don’t deliver.”

Ian, who had started to turn towards the appliances, quickly stopped. “Okay. But it’s a good idea, isn’t it? Not that I don’t enjoy shopping but surely we could find other things to do with the time.”

“It’s a good idea.” Michael pushed the cart further down the aisle. “Oh, look at the shrimp. Do you want to get some?”

“Sure and I’ll make the stir fry again. Grab a couple of packs of chicken breasts too would you?” Ian walked over and grabbed four dozen eggs from the cold case across the aisle and then thought about it and grabbed two more dozen. He cautiously turned and placed them in the cart.

“That’s a lot of eggs, Ian.”

“We’ll hard boil two dozen and you can have them for snacks or chop them up and put them on salads. You still haven’t put back that weight that you lost last month.”

“Bob and Anne ree really starting to give me grief about it. Bob wants me to cut back my late session to an hour and half.” Michael looked appalled at the thought but Ian merely nodded.

“Well, eight pounds is a lot of weight for you, considering.”

“I know I was kind of overdoing it in the pool for a while there but it helped me work through all the stuff going on with those people.”

“And I’m glad because I was doing the same thing.”

“But in your case, a little weight loss-” Michael smirked.

“Do you really want to finish that when I have raw eggs so handy?”

&&&

Michael reached up and pulled down restaurant sized package of spaghetti and wedged into the cart next to the ziti and fettuccini. With seven aisles left to go, Ian had gone off to get another cart.

‘Once again, Sam’s Club has done its magic.’ Michael mused but they hadn’t really gotten wild. His current diet required him to eat five to six times a day; Ian took that edict very seriously and tried to keep the kitchen stocked, despite his own tendency to put on weight when under stress.

They’d just been establishing a regular schedule when the events in August had thrown them for a loop followed by the start of the semester and it had been a little difficult to get back on track. Both of them had thrown themselves into practices, spending a much time in the pool as possible for several weeks.

Michael’s weight had started dropping righter ter they’d given their statements and went through the identification process. Once he’d set eyes on Cathy Shearer, he’d realized he’d seen her before. She’d been the woman who had walked in on him ‘accidentally’ when he’d been changing between the parade and the ceremony in Towson. He’d only been switching his shirts but he’d remembered the way she looked at him.

Knowing what the woman had attempted, how close he’d come to losing Ian had made him understand how Ian had felt in Fiji. It had also made him sick, especially when she’d tried to attack Ian at the bail hearing. Despite Michael’s best intention to see the legal process through, he’d decided there and then that they would not be attending any future hearings unless called to testify.

Especially after he’d found out that Cathy had had other plans for Ian after the bombing attempt failed; plans that involved a gun she’d tried to purchase. Michael determinedly pushed aside all thoughts of Cathy and her equally pathetic cohorts. They weren’t worth the brain cells.

The last few weeks had been better as they’d adjusted to their new schedules and began putting the incident behind them. Michael was back in class and was spending several hours a week coaching the newer swimmers. Ian was auditing two classes; Introductory Chinese language and Modern Chinese History along with squeezing in his boxing sessions and beginning a self-defense course.

“Deep thoughts, love?”

Michael stirred and looked at Ian. “Yeah. You know, we haven’t made love in almost a month.”

Ian looked a little shocked; the older couple down the aisle were scandalized and quickly left, whispering to each other.

“Michael?” Ian raised an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t even know I was thinking about it. I shouldn’t have just blurted it out like that and I’m not upset or anything; I just hadn’t been thinking about it. Oh. That’s probably why, huh?”

“I think we’ve both been distracted. We weren’t totally abstinent, after all.”

Michael stepped closer and whispered in Ian’s ear, “I know but I miss having you like that; you having me.”

Ian put a hand on Michael’s chest and pushed him back. “Whoa Nelly. Don’t start anything here. We’re in the grocery.”

“Oh. Right.” Michael looked around and recalled where they were. “Sorry. It’s like I just flipped a switch.”

“Hold that thought. I’m not saying no, I’m just saying not here.” Ian smiled and smoothed down Michael’s shirt over his chest and gave Michael a little pat on the nipple. “Why don’t we whip through the rest of the aisles and go home.”

“I’m all for that.” Michael smiled too and then blinked. He reached around Ian’s head and took a boxed tube of lubricant off the shelf. “Gee, I’m so Freudian. Or maybe I’m just mental.”

“Trust you to remember your libido in the personal care aisle.” Ian took the box and tossed in his cart.

^^

“Mm. Lift up a little, love.” Michael happily lifted his hips to allow Ian to slide a pillow under them. He sprawled his legs apart, giving Ian access and ran his hands up and down his chest.

“You look so delicious, spread out like this.” Ian swooped down to suck on Michael’s nipple while pressing a finger into Michael’s anus.

“God, Ian. Oh. I need more.” Michael thrashed his head against the mattress and reached down to stroke his cock. Ian found the sight so exciting that he had to grasp his own cock and tugged down, trying not to come.

Ian quickly applied more lube than they normally used, just because they hadn’t made love like this in so long and reached for a condom only to stop as Michael’s hand came down over his.

“Can we not use one, just for tonight? I know we talked about it and didn’t really decide anything but I need to feel all of you.”

Ian twisted his hand to grasp Michael’s and rose up enough to look into Michael’s eyes. “I know we’re both clean but are you sure?”

“Yes. Please.”

Ian placed a kiss on Michael’s mouth, stroking his tongue across his lover’s lips as he stroked his fingers deep into Michael. He drew back and trailed his tongue down Michael’s neck. He withdrew his fingers and wiped them on the towel he’d brought to bed and took a deep breath. “Okay.”

Ian moved into position and hesitated.

“Are you nervous?”

“Yeah. I’ve always used a condom.”

“Me too. If it’s too weird, you can put one on.”

Ian nodded and reached down to guide himself into Michael and then froze as he breached of the guardian muscle. The feeling of Michael’s channel sheathing him without any barrier was almost too exquisite. He pushed in slowly, every inch of his cock feeling every inch of Michael’s channel. He dropped his head to Michael’s shoulder and tried to catch his breath, sliding his arms under Michael’s upper torso.

“Are you okay?”

Ian nodded and swallowed hard, just the tiny movement of Michael’s body while he spoke was almost enough to set him off. “It’s just too amazing. No, don’t move for a minute.”

Michael held still as long as he could but Ian’s cock had stopped just shy of his prostate and he involuntarily flexed a little. Ian shuddered and flexed his own hips in reaction, driving in deeply.

“God, Michael. I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you but I’m not going to be able to help myself I think.”

“It’s that good?”

Ian lifted his head and started at Michael with dazed eyes. “You have no idea how wonderful you feel to me.” Ian’s hips flexed again causing Michael to moan.

“Ian, do it. Fuck me. Hard. I want you to. I can take it.” Michael backed up his words by reaching down and spreading his large hands over Ian’s ass and pressing down. Ian desperately brought their mouths together and let his body take over.

It was a hard, fast and wild ride. Ian trying to propel himself as far into Michael as he could go, Michael spreading his legs farther apart and wrapping them around Ian’s hips; his rigid penis grazing against Ian’s stomach with every thrust.

It didn’t take long for Michael to overload and begin ejaculating into the tiny space between their bodies; the resultant spasms causing Ian to orgasm too, his come spurting deep into Michael’s body.

Unable to keep his legs up any longer, Michael let them drop listlessly as the waves of pleasure faded out. He caressed Ian’s sweaty back and slipped a hand in between them to adjust the position of his penis, caught as it was between their hipbones. The casual touch felt so good that he gave himself a few strokes and was surprised to orgasm again, not as strongly as before but good in a different way.

Ian raised his weary body a little and tipped his head to see yet more sperm leaking from Michael’s cock, the contractions in Michael’s anus squeezing his own cock in a very interesting manner. He flexed experimentally, astonished that he was still rather hard.

“Love, can I?”

Michael nodded languorously and tilted his hips a little. Ian shifted, bending his legs at the knees and tucking them under him, before sliding Michael down until his lover was half sitting his lap, half lying on the bed; Michael’s legs slung over his shoulders. He slid back in, hands on Michael’s flanks and eased forward gently, the position not allowing him to thrust with any strength but giving him total access to Michael’s body.

He stroked in and out until he was no longer hard enough to go on, just taking satisfaction in the feeling of being naked inside of his love. Ian moved to lie beside Michael, slipping an arm around him and nuzzling his neck affectionately.

“Ian?”

“Yes, love.”

“I’m sorry about before.” Michael fondled Ian’s arm absently.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting that you’d bring the subject up when you did but its okay.”

“No, for not being very interested in sex lately.”

“You weren’t feeling very sexy there for a while, were you?”

“Not really.”

“I went through the same thing with that woman in Sydney. Just shut down for a couple of months.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Because of the way she looked at me.”

Michael sighed. “I’m glad you understand although I wish youn’t,n’t, if you know what I mean.”

“I know.”

They cuddled for a few minutes before Michael reached over and picked up the towel. “I hate to get up but I need to go to the bathroom.”

“I do too.” Ian grimaced a little at the mess they’d made and after they both were on their feet, reached down and stripped off the sheet while Michael headed next door. He threw them in the laundry basket by the door and remade the bed, putting the pillows back in place. He heard the shower start up and walked in to join Michael who was already soaping up.

“Are you in a hurry to get back to bed?”

“No. I’m suddenly really hungry and figured I’d go make a snack. You want me to make you something too?”

“I could eat. What are you thinking of making?”

“I’m craving ice cream but we didn’t buy any and I can’t have it any way. Maybe I’ll nuke a potato and make a salad.”

“We have some French dressing. That might satisfy your sweet tooth.”

“Good idea. You want a potato too?”

“No, just the salad. It’s early yet, we could catch up on our homework.”

“All right.” Michael darted forward to brush his lips against Ian’s. “Thanks for waiting me out. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” Ian deepened the kiss briefly before releasing Michael’s mouth. “You’re such a wonder, do you know that?”

“No, I didn’t know but I’m glad you feel that way. I worry sometimes that I’m not experienced enough for you.”

“You’re perfect just the way you are.” Ian glided his eyes up and down Michael’s body.

“So are you.” Michael said a little breathlessly and then looked down as his penis stirred. “Gosh. I guess I really was saving it up.”

Ian looked down too with interest. “Do you want me to take care of that for you?”

“Ooh.” Michael slapped his back against the tile wall. “I think I want you to but the floor’s too hard on your knees.”

“You’ve already come twice, how long do you think it will take? My knees aren’t that fragile.”

Michael clutched his penis at the thought and stroked twice which was all he needed. The amount of sperm he ejaculated was minimal but he didn’t care as Ian closed in and kept him from sliding down the wall.

“See, I could have done that.” Ian murmured into his ear.

Michael chuckled weakly. “Sometimes you look at me and that’s enough.”

“That’s a bad thing to tell me, I could take horrible advantage of you now.”

Michael laughed again. “You never would. You’d think about it but you wouldn’t do it. You too much of a gentleman.”

“I could be really evil underneath this gentlemanly exterior.” Ian leaned forward and blew a raspberry on Michael’s neck while skimming his hand over Michael’s ticklish spot.

“Nuh-uh. Not you.” Giggling now, Michael buried his face in Ian’s shoulder and squirmed around trying to avoid the evil hand.

Ian slapped an open palm across Michael’s butt, causing a loud popping sound. “See, there. That was evil.”

“Nope.”

“I could give you a hickey, right here.” Ian touched the small of Michael’s back.

Michael groaned. “That’s not evil; it would just turn me on.”

“Hah! I’ve got it.” Ian opened the shower door, stepped out and waved at Michael from three feet away.

“Okay. That was evil.” Michael glowered and then caught the towel Ian threw at him.
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