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Drive

November 8, 2005 Detroit, MI

“All right, now that everyone’s here let’s go over the schedule.” Bob spoke in aner ner of the boarding area and everyone but Ian and Travis Collette gathered around him. As neither was on the US team, they both drifted over to one of the newsstands.

Ian hadn’t spent much time talking to Travis, who swam for Canada, but he seemed to be a nice guy. “Travis is your coach meeting you at the airport or are you traveling with the rest?”

“We’re at at the same hotel so Bob said I could ride with them. How about you?”

“The same. Have you been to Portugal before?”

“No, this is my first international meet.” Travis smiled a little. “I suppose you’ve been there?”

“Yes but it’s been a couple of years.”

“I’m a little nervous. I’ve flown before but never overseas.”

“It will be fine. It’s a long flight to London but it makes the second leg seem much quicker. Just keep up with your water intake or you’ll really feel the jet lag.”

“I guess that’s why we’ll have a couple of days before the meet starts.”

“Ian, Travis?” Michael called as he walked over towards them.

“Is Bob done with the super secret planning?” Ian asked with a grin.

“Yeah, we’ve all gotten our orders. I’m in charge of the donuts.” Michael twined his hand Ian’s.

“I suppose that’s an important job when it comes to total world domination?”

“You bet, second only to the guy who has to bring the soda.”

“I’d have thought potato chips. Anyway, are we boarding?”

“No, still a half hour to go. Hey Travis, are you excited?” Michael turned to the other man.

“Not yet, just nervous about the flight. I haven’t been to Europe before.”

“Did Ian give you the water talk?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, just keep in mind what drinking all the water leads to and inevitably, you’ll have to go when the attendants have their carts blocking the aisles so plan appropriately. Ahey’hey’ll never give you enough water so get some from Doug before you sit down. Don’t ask for ice, it always sucks on a plane.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Ian, are you getting something to read?”

“No, I’ve got plenty. Did you want something?”

“I’ve got lots of homework.” Michael said with a grimace.

Travis frowned also. “I’m glad I’m not the only one.”

“I guess we should get back.” Ian looked over to the gate area. “Michael, you did bring the snack bag, right?”

“Yes, dear.” Michael rolled his eyes, causing Travis to laugh. “This is only the third time you’ve asked. Do you really expect me to forget food?”

“You’re right, I should know better. Come on.” Ian started walking bringing Michael along with him.

&&&

Michael closed his laptop down and stood up to get his bag out of the overhead drawing the attention of the kids sitting in the middle rows behind him.

“Wow, Mister. You’re really tall.” The older boy, who was around eight, said quietly. “Do you play basketball?”

Michael smiled and put his bag down on his seat to step over after glancing at the kids’ mother for permission. “No, I’m a swimmer but I know a lot of basketball players. Do you swim?”

“We have a swim pond in the backyard.” The little girl piped up.

“A whole pond, all to yourself?”

“It’s a pool.” Their mother put in.

“Wow. I never had one in my own backyard, do you like it?” Michael sat down on the empty seat across the aisle from them.

“It’s okay except when the neighbor’s dog tries to get in.” The boy said with an expression of disgust.

“I’ll bet there was a lot of hair in the water after that.”

“It was yucky. Are you going to our grandma’s house too?” The girl asked.

“No, I don’t know your grandma.” Michael shared a look of confusion with the girl’s mother.

“But you’re on the plane with us.”

“Oh. Well, everyone on the plane is going different places. Where does your grandma live?”

The girl looked at her mother as the boy said, “She lives in Rome near the big fountain. I remember from last t”
”

“That’s right, Robbie. Grandma does live in Rome.”

“Where are you going, Mister?” Robbie asked.

“I’m going to Lisbon, Portugal. Hang on a minute.” Michael leaned over the seat and got his geography textbook out. He sat back down and leafed through the pages until he found the right map and turned the book so the children could see it.

“See? This is Rome, which is where you’re going. This over here,” Michael ran his finger over the page, “is Lisbon, where I’m going. And this up here is London, where our plane is going to land.”

“That’s where we’re meeting Daddy. And then we’re taking a train through the chummel.”

“That’s Chunnel, Lisa. It’s a big long tunnel.” Her mother corrected.

“Oh, neat. I’ve always wanted to take the Chunnel. Too bad I’m stuck taking a plane, it sounds like you guys are going to have a lot of fun.”

“Are you visiting your grandma too?”

“No, I’m going to go swim in Lisbon.”

The kids both seemed amazed. “You’re going all the way there to swim? Can’t you just get a pool at home?” Robbie asked.

“Well, I do sort of have a pool at home but I’m going for a competition. It’s a race; where people run really fast except we’re in the water swimming really fast.”

“I swim across our pool quicker than Lisa can. She’s afraid to dunk under.”

“It’s scary!” Lisa said earnestly.

“You want to know a secret?” Michael leaned forward and whispered.

“What?”

“I was scared too. I wouldn’t even put my face in the water when I was your age, Lisa.”

“Really?”

“Yep. My teacher told me it was okay and taught me how to swim on my back.”

“Do you still swim on your back?”

“Yes but I swim other ways too once I found out how much fun it was.”

^^
Michael returned to his seat a half hour later after both kids started getting sleepy. He put away his lap top and sat down, putting on his seat belt and reclining the seat.

“You’re really good with kids.” Ian spoke softly.

Michael looked across the middle seat to Ian who was sitting at the window. “I thought you were snoozing. Did we wake you up?”

“I was and you didn’t. They seemed like nice children.”

“They were. And no, I don’t regret that we can’t have kids.”

“How did you know I was thinking that?”

“You always get this look when we’re around kids. We aren’t totally without options and we have plenty of time. Even if we could have kids right this minute, I wouldn’t want to. Would you?”

“No, I wouldn’t. I was just checking.”

“Don’t worry; my biological clock hasn’t started ticking yet.”

&&

The leg from London to Lisbon was more crowded but it was short flight and they were soon off the plane, getting their luggage together and finding the prearranged transport to the hotel.

Michael and Ian sat quietly, holding hands. Aside from dinner with their parents the next day, they wouldn’t be spending much time together until Sunday after the meet was over.

Once the bus arrived, they waited for everyone else to leave before standing up.

“I guess I’ll see you later?”

“Yes, we’re meeting in the lobby at six, right?”

“Yeah.”

After a brief kiss, they both headed for the door.

&&
Michael waited impatiently for the elevator doors to open and checked his watch again. He was now twelve minutes late and hoped Ian wasn’t also running behind. Once the doors opened, he strode out and immediately spotted Ian with his arm around a shorter well dressed woman and sighed in relief. At least one of them hadn’t left their parents loitering in the lobby.

“Michael, darling!” Margaret ran over and hugged Michael as if they’d know each other for years instead of just meeting for the first time but Michael didn’t mind. He felt as if he knew her too from the numerous conversations they’d had.

Ken Thorpe was a little more reserved but still shook Michael’s hand enthusiastically and clapped him on the shoulder. “Good to finally meet you, lad.”

“Me too. To meet you, I mean.” Michael looked over to Ian and Debbie hugging each other and smiled. They were so lucky that they got along with each other’s parents. “Have you guys been enjoying Portugal?”

Margaret hooked her arm in Michael’s and led them over to Ian and Debbie with Ken following. “It’s been a wonderful treat. Your parents are lovely people.”

Michael’s father and stepmother were now talking to Ian as Debbie looked around. “Michael!”

“Hi mom!” Michael hugged her tightly and then turned to his father and Jackie. He hadn’t originally thought to invite them along but Ian had mentioned that it would be more politic if they were included in the first meeting.

“Hi dad.” He was surprised when his father pushed aside his offered hand and then hugged him quickly before letting him loose.

“Good to see you, Michael.”

“Good to see you too. Hi, Jackie.” He leaned down and kissed his stepmother on the cheek. He didn’t really know her all that well but she always seemed very nice.

“Hi, dear. You’re looking well.”

“You too, Jackie. I’m sorry I’m late. Have you all been waiting long?”

“Just a few minutes, Michael darling. Shall we head over to the restaurant now?”

They strolled a few blocks down to a place the hotel concierge had recommended; Michael walking with Margaret, Ian with Debbie and Jackie as their fathers trailed behind.

Michael found out that the parents had all been having a good time since they’d arrived on Sunday. The mothers had been bonding over shopping, museums and historical sites; the fathers over sports, politics and complaining about all the money the women were spending.

“Fred and Ken were going to try and see a bullfight but the season has ended, thank God.” Margaret flipped her hand back at the men folk with a sigh of relief.

“Sounds like you’ve been enjoying yourselves.”

“Oh yes. We’ve had loads of fun. Ken and I can’t thank you enough for arranging this.”

“I’m just glad it worked out for everyone. Ian’s really missed you both, you know.”

“We’ve missed him too but he’d miss you more if he were back in Australia.” Margaret patted Michael’s forearm. “Don’t feel guilty that you’ve taken him away from us, dear.”

Up ahead, Debbie and Jackie were laughing at something Ian was saying, his arms waving in front of him as he looked back at Michael with a smirk. “Michael, your mums want to try your apple turnovers.”

“Ian, hush up. How was I supposed to know that you couldn’t use self-rising instead of all purpose?”

The women burst out laughing. “How long did it take to clean the oven out?” Jackie wanted to know.

“It wasn’t too bad, they just burbled over a little. You’re supposed to be impressed that I was baking something for you, Ian, and overlook that kind of stuff.”

Before Ian could respond, Margaret said with a sly grin, “Michael darling, has Ian ever told you about the first cake he tried to make?”

“No, Margaret I don’t think he has.”

“Mum!”

“He didn’t turn off the hand mixer before he pulled it from the bowl. There was cake batter everywhere!”

“Mum! I was only ten.” Ian protested over everyone’s laughter.

“I remember that. I was still finding little bits of dried batter years later when I repainted the kitchen.” Ken put in as they drew up to the restaurant.

“Dad!”

&&&

The meal was filled with good food and plenty of conversation although Ian and Michael had declared an embargo on embarrassing childhood stories after the fifth round during their entrees. The walk back to the hotel was leisurely and they all stood outside for several minutes saying good bye before Ian and Michael went inside.

“You’re on three, right?” Ian asked with his finger hovering over the lighted panel.

“Yeah. Your parents are so nice.”

“Yours are too.” Ian pushed the right button and took Michael’s hand.

“Thanks for thinking to include Dad and Jackie. He seemed really happy to be here.”

“He did seem rather mellow, didn’t he?”

“Yeah, he was actually friendly to you. Don’t think I didn’t notice how he was back in August.”

“I think he just needed time to get used to me.” They stepped out of the elevator and Michael pulled Ian down to the right.

“It wasn’t really you. He was still trying to adjust to having a gay son.”

“You never did tell me-” Ian stopped as Michael put a finger to his lip.

“I’m not going to. It wasn’t very good but its better now and that’s all that matters.”

Ian strongly felt that Michael was understating the situation but then he and Fred had always had a difficult relationship. “Is this your room?”

“Yeah. I’d ask you in but Peter’s probably already in bed.”

“I understand.” Ian dropped a kiss on Michael’s lips and quickly stepped back. “Good night, love.”

“Good night, baby.”

&&&

Ian stood on the podium after the 200m Free and leaned forward to have the gold medal placed around his neck. The official shook his hand and handed him a bouquet of flowers. Ian turned and shook the hands of the other medalists and then turned towards the flag poles as ‘Advance Australia Fair’ began to play over the PA system.

It felt strikingly similar to Athens except Michael had out touched Pieter to the wall and now stood on his left instead of his right. Ian could tell that Michael was pleased with his results but felt a little sad for Pieter, who had faltered after the last turn.

Once the anthem was finished, he pulled Michael and Pieter onto the higher riser for pictures. He thought the media attention and flashes had been overwhelming in Athens but even outlets that didn’t cover sports had shown up for this and there seemed to be hundreds of cameras now pointing at them.

The official led them down the pool deck to the staging area and they were finally out of the spot light. Ian and Michael both ignored the reporters and photographers.

Michael slipped away to get ready for his next race, pausing only to squeeze Ian’s hand while Ian sat down, more exhausted than he realized.

“Good race, Ian. Congratulations again on another world record.”

“Thanks Pieter.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, just tired. You two were really pushing me there.”

“Ah well, Michael was pushing more than me. He’ll probably catch you the next time.” Pieter wasn’t being cruel, just stating the facts as he saw them.

Ian laughed. “I know. But you’ll get him the time after that and then I’ll come back and smack you both down.”

“Actually I may retire soon. I’m still thinking it over but Minouche and I want to start a family.

“You’re kidding!”

“No, I’ll be twenty-eight soon and its getting harder every year to keep up. I’d also like to finish school before I’m thirty.”

“But I thought you were going to stay in for Beijing?”

“And I still might but I’m not certain anymore.” Pieter shrugged.

“Well, I’m happy for you and Minouche but I’ll miss seeing you around the pool.”

“I’ll be around for the next Worlds so don’t start missing me yet.” Pieter grinned. “So, enough about me. How are you and Michael?”

“We’re doing well. I’m pretty sure I’ll be sticking around in Michigan for a while.”

“Yes, you won all your races so I think the experiment was a success. Are you sticking around to watch Michael’s next race?”

“Yes, he’s got the 100 butterfly.”

“Should be interesting, shall we? Try not to cheer for him too much or you’ll hurt Geoff’s feelings.” Pieter smirked and waved his hand towards the door.

^^^^^^
Article from The Australian November 14, 2005

Thorpe In And Out in the Pool by Jack McIntyre

Lisbon, Portugal – Ian Thorpe once again proved his dominance by winning the 200m Freestyle final during the European Championships yesterday in Lisbon. Thorpe, who has been training in Michigan the since August, improved his personal time and set a new world records by finishing at 1:44.32. US swimmer Michael Phelps, who won the bronze in the event at the Athens Olympics in 2004, finished second with 1:44.80 and also bested his personal time, setting a new American record while Pieter van den Hoogenband of the Netherlands, finished third with 1:45.10. Klete Keller of the US anstrastralian Grant Hackett repeated their fourth and fifth place finishes from Athens, finishing in 1:45.45 and 1.46.89 respectively.

There has been much speculation regarding Thorpe’s surprising decision to train with Bob Bowman at the University of Michigan even in light his personal relationship with Phelps but his results in Lisbon seem to indicate that Thorpe knows best.

Both Thorpe and Phelps have declined to comment about their relationship when asked during the meet and have barely seemed to acknowledge each other at times, even during the medals ceremony after the 200m Freestyle.

The Australian swimming legend’s parents, Ken and Margaret Thorpe were also in town along with Phelps’ mother, Debbie, father Fred and stepmother Jackie and there are reports that the swimmers’ parents are sharing a rented home while attending the meet.

&&

Ian sat on his bed and clicked through the limited number of TV channels, realizing that he’d been spoiled by Michael’s satellite dish when there was a knock on the door. He rose quickly and opened the door with the chain still engaged to see Michael standing there.

He shut the door and took off the chain. “Hello, love.”

“Hi baby.” Michael shut the door behind him and dropped his bag while putting his arms around Ian.

“Um. You look tired.”

“I had a hard time sleeping without you.”

“Me too. I have room service ordered. Why don’t we get ready for bed, and and get some sleep?”

“Sounds good. I’d like to do more than that but I’d probably fall asleep somewhere in the middle.”

“Did you have a good meet otherwise?” Ian lounged back onto the bed and switched off the TV.

“Yeah, it was fun seeing everyone again. What’s up with Pieter? He seemed a little off.”

“He’s thinking of retiring, starting a family, finishing school.”

“Oh. That’s unexpected.”

“Yes. I’m not sure how I feel about it.”

“Me either. He’s such a good competitor.” Michael took off his clothes and folded them neatly, grabbing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt from his suitcase.

“Yes but it does have to end sometime, I guess.”

“When will he make a decision?”

“After Worlds next year.”

“It will be weird around meets if he does.”

“That’s what I was thinking.”

Michael sprawled onto the bed. “You know, your parents are thinking about coming to the States for Christmas.”

“They are?” Ian said in surprise. “I wasn’t even going to ask them. I figured they’d just want to spend it there.”

“Mom asked them to come to Baltimore which somehow turned into all of them coming to our house for the week.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, we have the bigger house. Dad and Jackie would probably only come for a couple of days, since she’s got her kids to consider but what do you think?”

“We certainly have the space but we’ll have to get beds for the other two rooms. They have taken to each other, haven’t they?”

“Yeah and you were worried about our sisters ganging up on us.” Michael yawned and rubbed his face across Ian’s stomach. “Um, you smell good.”

Ian reached down and ran a hand through Michael’s hair. “No biting, dinner will be here soon.”

Michael raised his head and blinked. “I’m not that hungry. So, the question of the night is: are you staying in Michigan? I saw you talking to Tracy earlier.”

“Yes, of course I’m staying. Why would you think otherwise?”

“Just checking.” Michael dropped his head and smiled up at Ian. “I know you would have told me if you weren’t.”

“Yes, I would have. You haven’t said, however, if you want me to stay. That was also part of the deal.”

“Well, I don’t know.” Michael said as if he needed to think it over and then rolled off the bed when Ian threatened him with a pillow. “Okay, you can stay.”

Ian leaned over the edge of the bed. “Are you comfortable down there?”

Michael chortled. “Not really. Can I come back up?”

“Let me think it over.” Ian rolled back to his original position and put his hands behind his head.

“Ian?” Michael’s plaintive voice came from the floor.

“I’m still thinking.”

Michael snuck down to the end of the bed and brought his hand up to tickle the bottom of Ian’s bare foot. Ian’s reaction was instantaneous. He jumped up and stood at the head of the bed with an indignant screech and Michael sniggered from the floor.

“That’s not the way to win your way back into my good graces.”

“That would sound much more dignified if you weren’t clinging to the wall up there.”

“Oh really?” Ian launched himself at Michael who squealed and tried to dash into the bathroom only to find himself pinned to the floor face down.

Ian straddled Michael hips and considered the situation for a moment. “You know you have to pay for your transgressions.”

“What are you going to do to me?” Michael tried to sound scared but was laughing too hard.

Ian rose up and pulled down Michael’s pants to deliver a swift sharp slap to one taut cheek. Michael stiffened for a moment and then moaned.

“Oh. Do it again.” He shimmied his ass a little and looked over his shoulder. Ian merely stood up and returned to the bed with a smug grin.

“Ian! Come on!” Michael rolled over and pulled his pants back up.

“Nope. That was your punishment.”

Michael pouted and crawled back onto the bed and into Ian’s arms. “Do you think I’m submissive?”

“What? Why?” Ian should expect the sudden conversational left turns from Michael by now but they always surprised him.

“Because I liked that and I like it sometimes when you take total control and just throw me down and take me.”

“I’ve never done that.”

“I know. That’s why I’m telling you.”

“Are you unhappy with our love life?”

“No. Not at all. But would it be okay if we sometimes, just occasionally threw a little extra stuff in? I really liked it with the silk ties. I don’t think I want to really be tied up though; I just want the illusion.”

“I’m not opposed to trying some things; I’ve told you that before.”

“I know and I’m not talking about turning into somed ofd of bondage guy, just so you know.”

“Well, that’s a relief although you’d look rather dashing in leather.”

“Nah, I tried on a pair of pants one time and almost killed myself trying to get them off. Those things chaff.”

Ian laughed, “I love you, you know.”

“I love you too.” Michael placed a kiss on Ian’s cheek and nipped his jaw. “When is dinner supposed to be here?”

Keel

December 14, 2005 Ann Arbor, MI

“Michael, are you ready?”

“Yes, hold your koalas already.” Michael came down the stairs in tight well worn blue jeans, a white cotton collared shirt with a dark red cashmere v-neck sweater over top, brown hiker boots, and carrying a dark brown suede bomber jacket. “Do I look okay?”

“You look great. Why haven’t you worn that sweater before?”

“I just bought it. You look great too.” Michael eyed Ian’s black jeans; black T-shirt with a white, black and blue striped dress shirt worn open and casually tucked in. “Nice boots.”

“Thanks.” Ian looked down his low dress boots.

“Get your jacket and let’s go.” Michael said as if Ian hadn’t been waiting for the last ten minutes.

Ian grumbled under his breath, picked up his black leather car coat and followed Michael out to the garage almost bumping into Michael who had come to a dead stop.

“What now?”

“Which car should we take?”

“Oh for heavens sake. We’ll take the Deville.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s obviously a car two gay men would drive.” Ian opened the passenger door the sedan and got inside.

Michael got in behind the wheel. “Really?”

“Yes, if they were seventy year old gay men. Drive, Michael.” Ian hit the garage door opener.

“I’m sorry I was taking so long. I’m just nervous.”

Ian took a deep breath and reached out to take Michael’s hand. “No, I’m sorry for being so testy. I’m nervous too.”

“This is really silly. It’s just a bar.”

“A gay bar.”

“True.”

“We don’t have to do this, you know.”

“No, I think it’s a good idea but can we please get moving?”

“Okay.” Michael turned the key in the ignition and put the car in reverse.

A few miles down the road, Ian cleared his throat. “Did I mention you look really nice?”

“Yes but I like hearing it. I wanted to look nice since we’ll be out together. Did we just have our first fight?”

“I think it was more like a tiff.”

“If it was a fight, we’d have to have make-up sex.” Michael wiggled his eyebrows.

“It was definitely a fight then.”

&&

Michael parked the car and turned to look at Ian. “Are you sure they’ll let me in?”

“Yes, they’ll let you in.”

“Okay. Let’s do this.” Michael popped open the car door and got out. Ian got out a little more sedately. Michael hit the remote to lock the doors after they were both closed and then walked over to Ian and took his hand.

They walked down the sidewalk to a converted house at the end of the block. There was a small group walking in front of them and one of them held open the door with a friendly smile.

They walked in to a relatively small room crammed with tables, a bar slung along one wall. There didn’t appear to be a hostess as the group in front of them plowed through the room. Ian looked at Michael and shrugged his shoulders.

Michael shrugged back and led them over to table along the wall, a table or two away from the group they entered behind.

“Michael, Ian!” Karen, one of the girls they’d gone to the Ren Faire with stood up and waved at them from across the room. “We’ve got room over here if you want to sit with us.”

Michael reversed direction and they took the two chairs one of the guys Karen was sitting with pulled over for them.

“Hey Karen, hi Natalie. How have you been?” Ian said as they sat down.

“We’re doing okay. This is Sam, Alan, Elaine, Jeri and Andre. Guys, this is Ian and Michael.” Karen performed the introductions and everyone waved or nodded.

“Is there a wait staff or do we get our own drinks?”

“It’s quicker to get your own, Ian. Here, what do you guys want and I’ll go up.” Natalie stood and gestured to the bar.

“I’ll go with you. Michael, what do you want?” Ian stood also.

“A soda or water, please.”

Ian nodded and followed Natalie up to the bar. “Natalie, what’s everyone else drinking? I’ll pick up rou round.”

“That’s not necessary, Ian.”

“It’s a pub thing. I know you all don’t do that here but I don’t mind.”

“Oh. Well, okay.” Natalie got the bartender’s attention. “Phil, can we get another pitcher of beer, a Guinness and a rum and coke? What are you having, Ian?”

“I’ll have a Guinness too and a Sprite.”

The bartender turned to get their drinks and Natalie turned to Ian. “We haven’t seen you guys around much. How have you been?”

“We’ve been okay, very busy. How about you?”

“The same. I’m graduating next year so there’s also the job search thing coming up.”

“Have you started looking?”

“Not really. I have a couple of interviews lined up but I might just decide to go to grad school.” Natalie shrugged and laughed, “The final resort for people who don’t want to work.”

The bartender came back and set their drinks and pitcher on the bar. “That’ll be fourteen fifty.”

Ian pulled a twenty out of his pocket and slid it across the bar as he picked up the pitcher, one of the glasses of Guinness and the glass of Sprint. “Thanks, keep the change. Can you get the other two, Natalie?”

“Sure.”

Back at the table, Sam leaned forward and stared at Michael. It wasn’t an unfriendly stare, just a little disconcerting. “Nice ring. Did you buy it locally?”

“We got them at Abracadabra on Liberty.” Michael fingered his ring and smiled.

“Ah. Why do you wear them on your right hands?”

“I guess because they’re commitment rings, not wedding bands.”

“Oh, Michael. You guys had a commitment ceremony?” Karen said excitedly.

“It wasn’t really a ceremony. We went out to dinner in Troy for our anniversary and exchanged rings privately.”

“Aw.” Elaine said, “That sounds really nice.”

“That is so sweet. By the way, how was Portugal?” Karen asked.

“It was greI goI got to meet Ian’s mom and dad. They got to meet my parents; it was a parental extravaganza. We didn’t get to see much of them, what with the meet and all but they all had a good time.”

“We had a party in our apartment to watch the 200m on ESPN2. That was one exciting race.” Alan put in and then jumped when Sam elbowed him in the ribs. “What?”

“Alan, everyone knows you weren’t watching the race; you were placing bets to see if Michael’s swimsuit would finally give up the ghost.”

“Michael, seriously do you have some kind of special sticky tape to keep those things up?” Jeri teased with a grin.

“Hey, guys. We’re back. Stop picking on Michael already.” Natalie said, “Jeri, move those glasses over.”

“I’m not your girlfriend, you can’t boss me around.” Jeri said as she moved the glasses anyway.

“No, if you were Natalie’s girlfriend you’d have a chance at sex once in a while.” Alan quipped.

“Draw those claws back in, honey; you’ll never get a man with that catty attitude.” Sam said as he poured himself a beer. “How much do we owe for the drinks, Nat?”

“Ian treated.” Natalie sat down and handed Andre the other Guinness, keeping the rum and coke.

Andre put his chin on his hand and batted his eyes at Ian. “God, I love the Aussies and Brits, they know how to act in a bar.”

“You just hate spending money, you tightwad.” Jeri remarked as she knocked his elbow off the table.

“And we all know Andre loves spending money, he’s just getting killed on the exchange rate.”

“Are you from Canada, Andre?” Ian leaned forward with interest.

“Yes, Saint-Jerome, near Montreal.”

“Parlez-vous français?

“Oui, naturellement.”

The two began conversing in French, amusing the rest of the table.

“Gee, I know they’re probably only talking about the weather but it sounds so sexy.” Karen said to Michael.

“I know Ian misses flexing his French around.”

“He should join the French conversational group on campus. They meet once a week and talk all foreign with each other,” Sam put in.

“And Sam would know because he used to drop in and try to pick up men there.” Elaine said, sticking out her tongue at him.

An hour later they were all still sitting around, gabbing and teasing each other and Michael couldn’t remember how nervous he’d been earlier.

“Hey, we normally head over to the Cottage for pizza. You guys want to come?”

Ian looked at Michael with raised brow. “Up to you, love.”

“I could eat.” Michael shrugged. “Are we walking over there or does anyone want a ride?”

Andre stood and put his coat on, “Yes, I’d like a ride if it’s no trouble.”

“Nat and I drove over so we can take two, three if you’re friendly.”

“And Michael and I can take the other four. It’s too cold to walk.” Ian said.

Elaine also stood and picked up her jacket. “Just wait, Ian. If you think this is cold, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

&&

Michael put the car in park and got out to open the back door for Jeri and Elaine. “Are you sure you don’t want us to walk you up?”

“Nah, it’s okay. We’re on the third floor without an elevator.” Jeri said as she got out.

“Besides, we wouldn’t want to overstress your delicate feet!” Elaine laughed as she got out.

“Ian’s a dead man.”

“Night guys.” Jeri unlocked the building entry and waved along with Elaine as they went in.

Michael got back in and looked at Ian. “Did you have to tell them that?”

“Yes, because you started on my underwear. I was only defending myself.”

“I didn’t start on your underwear, Alan did. I was only trying to stop him from asking to see yours and I don’t mean the ones in stores.”

“It wasn’t like I was going to show them to him. I have standards. Besides, I thought Sam was going to try and rip your pants off trying to see your tat.”

“He did keep looking at me funny. Is that why?”

“He was checking you out all nigong.ong.”

Michael shrugged. “If you say so. At least he wasn’t creepy about it.”

“They’re a nice group to hang out with, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, I liked them. I’m glad we went.”

“Me too.”

“Are we going to check out the Necto with them on Friday?”

“Will you make fun of my dancing?”

“Not if you don’t make fun of mine.”

“It’s a deal. Are you tired?”

“No, it’s only nine. Are you?”

“No, actually. I guess we’re finally used to the schedule.”

“Just in time for it all to change next semester.” Michael checked his blind spot and merged onto Pontiac Trail.

“That’s true but we’ll manage. Have you had any more thoughts regarding the room over the garage?”

“You mean renting it out?”

“Yes. I meant to mention it before.”

“Why?”

“Because I think we’ve both been sticking close to home lately for a reason and having someone else around would probably help us feel better about going out.”

“Is that why we were so nervous about going out?”

“I think it was partially the reason. We’ve been going out on the weekends but we’re always home early, have you noticed?”

“I just figured we were nervous about going out to that bar.”

“Couldn’t we have just left if we didn’t like it?”

“Okay. You’re right. What do you want to do about it? I’m not sure we can just put an ad in the paper.”

“No, we can’t and we’d still need to finish the kitchen first anyway. I just thought I’d bring it up.”

Michael chewed his lip and took the right turn into their driveway. “Do you think Phil might know someone? Or maybe Frank?”

“We could ask them.” Ian punched the garage remote and waited for Michael to pull in. “Do you have the keys for that room? I’ve never been up there.”

“Yeah, they’re in the junk drawer.” Michael and Ian trouped into the house and Michael dug out the keys then they trouped back outside.

“Here we go.” Michael took the key out of the lock and reached over to turn off the security system and turn on the lights.

“Is that connected to the one in the house?”

“No, I just used the same code so I wouldn’t forget it.” Michael led the way up the stairs and opened the door at the top, standing aside for Ian. “The light’s on the right.”

Ian leaned in and turned on the light before entering and taking a look around. “This is rather nice up here.”

“Yeah, it is. But as I still don’t know what to do with the basement, I didn’t want to even think about using this space myself.”

There was a surprisingly large space with hardwood floors, a wood burning stove on the right hand side and large dormers overlooking the backyard.

“Is this where the kitchen would go?” Ian gestured to the left and several capped off pipes sticking out of the floor.

“A full wall of cabinets here with the stove and refrigerator, the sink can go here in the middle for a breakfast bar.” Michael sketched out the scenario with his hands. “The previous owners had plans drawn up. They’re in with the house paperwork. It should cost two to five thousand depending on the cabinet type and appliances.”

“Is the bedroom there?” Ian pointed to the opposite end of the room.

“Come on.” They walked down and Michael showed him the decent sized bedroom with an attached bath.

“There’s room in here for a stacked washer and dryer in the corner and it’s all piped in. I think they were planning to put one of the kids in here.”

“It’s bigger than I thought it was. It would do for a couple, if it came to that.”

“That’s an idea. But I’d really want to have whoever lives here really checked out.”

“There are firms who could do that for us. It would be nice to know someone was around the place when we’re out of town too.”

“I’ll call a contractor tomorrow; see how quickly they could put the kitchen in. You ready to go? It’s kind of cold up here.”

“Okay.”

Michael carefully locked up behind them and followed Ian into the house. Ian put a kettle on the stove.

“Do you want some hot chocolate?”

“Sure baby. Let me have your coat, I’ll hang it up.”

Ian shrugged out of it and handed it over. “Thanks, love.”

Michael left the room and Ian pulled down two mugs from the cupboard and yelled down the hall, “Michael, I’ll check the messages.”

“Okay.” Michael’s voice drifted back at him.

Ian pushed the button and listened to messages, taking down a few notes. As the last message played, he sighed and threw down the pen before hitting the erase button. The kettle started to whistle when Michael came back into the room.

“Anything interesting?”

“No, just Dave again whining about the interview thing.” Ian added cocoa powder to the cups, poured the water in and stirred.

“Are we ready yet?”

“I don’t know. If you were named Michelle and not Michael, would they be so interested?”

“Probably not. Now if my name was Amanda- Ow!” Michael rubbed his arm. “You didn’t have to hit me.”

“Then stop bringing up that name.” Ian gave Michael a smooch and snapped the waist band of his sweats. “Nice outfit. I’ll up and change too.”

“No need, I put a pair of sweats in the powder room for you.”

“You’re so thoughtful.” After another smooch, Ian walked down to the powder room while Michael carried their mugs into the living room and set them down on the coffee table. He picked up the remote and then reconsidered.

Ian came out of the bathroom and placed his neatly folded clothes on the stairs before heading into the living room to find Michael lying on his back, one leg thrown over the back of the couch.

“Thanks for remembering the socks.”

Michael wiggled his own sock clad foot. “Cold feet are so unpleasant.”

“This from the man whose feet could chill a yeti?” Ian said as he sat down and then crawled up Michael’s body to lie down on top of him.

“Are you comparing yourself to a yeti?” Michael said with a smile as he wound his hips and arms around Ian.

Ian nipped at Michael’s jaw and said, “I can always sit over there and turn on the TV if you’d like.”

Michael tightened his embrace. “No, that’s okay. I like you right here.” He turned his head to capture Ian’s mouth and suck on his tongue. They kissed for several minutes, both trying to gain dominance when Ian pulled his mouth away and looked down at Michael in surprise.

“You slut.”

Michael smiled. “Ah, I see you found my little surprise.”

“I’ll say.” Ian felt his finger slide into Michael’s already lubed anus. “When did you do this?”

“When I was upstairs; I’m a sex maniac but I’m not crazy enough to walk around lubed up all night.”

“Um. The thought of you upstairs, making yourself ready for me. Are you trying to drive me wild?”

“Is it working?”

Ian didn’t answer. He simply sat back and pulled Michael up with him. “Flip over and pull down your pants.”

Michael felt a shudder run through him at the suddenly commanding tone and the look in Ian’s eyes.

“Now.”

Michael rushed to turn over and almost fell off the couch as he tried to manage his legs around Ian. He was on his face before remembering to lower his sweats and reached down only to stop when Ian spoke.

“Wait. I’ll do it.”

Michael tensed as he felt Ian’s hands clasp his hips and slowly tug down the material, stopping when the waist band was just under the curve of his ass. He moaned as Ian smoothed a hand over the bare skin he’d exposed and then that hand raised and delivered a sharp slap.

“Oh, yes.” Michael lifted his buttocks and Ian slapped him again. The slaps weren’t enough to hurt, just enough to redden the skin a little. After the fourth slap, Michael was shivering a little, rubbing his groin into the couch and begging Ian to fuck him.

The sight of his lover spread out and pleading to be fucked was more exciting than Ian coulve ive imagined. He crawled back up until he was stretched out over Michael and quickly pulled his own pants down to pull out his cock.

He used a thumb to gather a little of the lube Michael had used and spread it over his cock before taking himself in hand and entering Michael without pausing or warning his lover.

Michael groaned and raised his hips to meet Ian’s thrust. “Yes, Ian. God.”

Ian reached up and took both of Michael’s fisted hands in his before pulling back and thrusting back in. His weight was half resting on his elbows, half on Michael and was just enough to give Michael the feeling that he couldn’t escape without actually smothering him into the cushions.

His next thrust was harder and he twisted his hips a little causing Michael to scream in the pillows as the tip of his cock rammed into Michael’s prostate. Ian attached his lips to Michael’s shoulder and sucked hard while he thrust again.

“Ian, please.” Michael tried to pull his right hand out of Ian’s grip.

“No touching, Michael. You’ll have to come with just my cock in you. Do you think you can manage?” Ian purred into Michael’s ear before biting the lobe.

“Oh, fuck.”

Ian thrust again, knowing he was close and hoping he could hold on until Michael came. He sped up, keeping almost constant pressure on Michael’s prostate and knew he’d been successful when Michael began shuddering under him; bucking hard and gasping into the pillows.

Ian stroked deeply and let himself go, shooting his come deep inside Michael; his arms sha fro from the strain before he collapsed onto Michael’s back.

“Baby?”

“Yes, love?”

“Can you lift up for a minute?”

Ian struggled to get his arm under him again and Michael helped by pushing up with his shoulders, getting enough room to turn over and then letting Ian drop back down with his head to Michael’s shoulder.

Michael placed little kisses along Ian’s brow and stroked Ian’s back as they both lay quietly.

“I think I get it now.”

“Get what, Ian?”

“Why that would be such a turn on for you.”

“Um. Care to share?”

“It was all about the illusion, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah. I don’t feel a need for you to hurt me, and you certainly didn’t. I just like feeling like I’m not in control. And I think you like having control over me, under that polite and gentlemanly exterior.”

“In other words, we’re perfect for each other.”

“Don’t you think?”

“You know, for a guy who keeps saying he’s not very experienced; you’re awfully damn smart.”

“You didn’t think you’d get off on it, did you?” Michael said a little smugly.

“Well, no. I’ll admit you really threw me for a loop, the first time you brought it up.”

“What changed your mind?”

“I didn’t really. I told you I would try it because I’ll try anything once with certain limitations.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, like no golden showers, no scat, no heavy bondage, no diaper wearing, no daddy stuff, no cross dressing, none of the furry costume stuff, and no se pub public although I’m not opposed to a little role playing like picking each other up in a bar like we were strangers.”

“Gross, even grosser, no thanks, I’ve been potty trained for a long time, I have a father, we couldn’t find shoes in your size, I have no desire to sweat to death in some smelly costume, only if we were making more money than anyone would ever pay and we’ll have to try that last one but I get to pick you up the first time.”

p pip picking on my feet, please. And why do you get to go first?”

“Because I called it first.”

Ian grinned into Michael shoulder. “That’s so logical.”

“So, how do you feel about piercing? I’ve been thinking about getting a nipple ring.”

Ian moaned. “God, I swear you save these things up just to drive me crazy.”

“I’m serious.”

“I like your nipples just the way they are.” Ian placed a kiss on the one nearest to him. “But wouldn’t it cause quite a stir in the pool?”

“I’d have to take it out to swim, probably. Bob would have a cow.”

“Yes, he would. Why not another tattoo?”

“I know you like the tat but what else could I get?”

“You could get my name in big bold letters across your right cheek.” Ian said jokingly.

“That’s an idea.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Well, not big bold letters but something small and tasteful, sure.”

Suddenly intrigued, Ian trailed a finger down Michael’s hip. “Where would you get it?”

“Ooh, you like ide idea don’t you? Me wearing your mark.”

“It has a certain charm, I’ll admit. Where?”

“I don’t know. Probably somewhere on my ass, maybe right under where my suit hits.”

Ian slapped him on the hip. “Come on, let’s go upstairs. I have an idea.”

After Ian hustled them upstairs and through a quick shower, Michael found himself lying face down on the bed with a pillow under his hips, wearing his long Speedo; Ian sitting beside him with a black sharpie in hand.

“What are you doing back there?”

“I haven’t done anything yet. Hold your horses.” Ian pulled down the waistband of the swim suit and started to draw.

Michael held still as he felt the tip of the pen touch the skin above his right ass cheek. A few swoops of the pen later and Ian patted his other cheek.

“Okay. Give it a minute to dry and then go check it out.” Ian blew some air across the ink to help it along causing Michael to giggle.

“All right.”

Michael got up and ran into the bathroom and turned around. A small bit of triangle peeked just above his waistband and he pulled it down to see a stylized outline of a dolphin’s back with their first initials underneath entwined with an ampersand.

He stripped off the suit and threw it in his bag before trotting back to bed. “I love it. Can we take a picture so the tattoo guy can get it right?”

“Is your camera in your study?”

“Yes. I’ll go get it.”

Michael jumped up and started for the door before heading back to the bathroom, grabbing his robe and then slipping down the hall. He was back in a moment, camera in hand. He hung his robe back up and crawled into bed beside Ian, handing him the camera before turning over.

“I’m glad this is digital.” Ian rkedrked as he sat up and turned the flash on.

“I’m going to have to lock that up, just to keep it safe. I’ll have to ask around and get a recommendation for a tattoo artist.”

Ian snapped a picture and then took another for insurance. “Turn over for a minute.”

“Why?”

“I want a picture of the rings. I’ll erase it after I look at it.”

“Oh. Okay.” Michael flipped over and spread his arms out. “You know, I don’t mind if you want to print it out, maybe carry it around in your wallet.”

“Don’t tease.” Ian put the camera up to his eye and pressed the button.

“I’m not. You could.”

“I’d have to the the right kind of printer, the right kind of paper.” Ian couldn’t believe he was even considering it.

“Hey, I’m right here every night and conveniently naked.”

“That you are.” Ian looked down at the picture he’d taken for a moment and then carefully turned off the camera, setting it on the night stand He He turned back to Michael and pushed his legs open, looking down at him, “You know, I don’t think I’m done with you yet tonight.”

“You’re not?” Michael shivered and his cock began to rise.

“No. I’m not.” Ian reached into the nightstand for the lube and tossed it onto the bed before reaching for Michael.
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