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Dorsal

December 21, 2005 Ann Arbor MI

Michael finished his last exam of the semester and after checking the time, looked over his answers again before standing up, picking up his coat and walking down to the front of the room to turn in the exam.

The teaching assistant smiled at him as she took the papers and whispered, “Have a nice Christmas.”

Michael smiled back and said just as softly, “You too.” He pulled on his coat and opened the door, making sure to close it quietly behind him to avoid the disturbing the people still taking their exams.

He walked down the hall and almost skipped down the stairs. The Geography exam had been hard but thanks to Ian’s help, he’d been well prepared and had only struggled with three or four questions.

“How did it go?”

Michael looked up and saw Ian leaning against the wall next to the exit. “It went really well. I think I might actually get an A.”

“That’s great! Oof.” Ian wheezed.

Michael had launched himself at his lover, wrapping him up in a hug and kissing him enthusiastically. “If I do get an A, it will because of how much help you gave me.”

“Nonsense. You were the one in there taking the exams.” Ian rested his hands on Michael’s waist.

“Still. I owe you. I wasn’t half as anxious this time as I was last time.”

“Yet you did well, last semester, right”

“Would you two get a room, already?” Ian and Michael turned to see Alan walking towards them with another guy.

“Hey, Alan, how was your exam?” Michael stepped away from Ian but kept hold of one of his hands.

“It was okay. This is my roommate, Jim Izumi. Jim, this is Ian Thorpe and Michael Phelps.”

“A pleasure to meet you both.” Jim said with a wave.

“Nice to meet you too.” Michael smiled as Ian echoed him.

“Are you done with your exams, Michael?”

“Yeah, that was the last one. How about you guys?”

“I’ve got one more, after lunch.” Alan said and turned to Jim.

“I’m done also but now I’ve got to pack.”

“Don’t remind me.” Alan shook his head. “I don’t know how I let myself get talked into going home for the break.”

“Where’s home for you two?” Ian asked, heading for the door.

“I’m originally from Seattle but my parents moved to San Francisco a couple of years ago after my sister moved there. Closer to the grandkids and all.” Jim opened the door and waved everyone through.

“And I’m going back to Missouri to listen to nieces and nephews scream down the house.”

“Are you from a big family, Alan?”

“Yes, ten kids total and I’m the youngest. Everyone else is married with four or five sprouts each.”

“That’s a lot of kids.”

“Yep. There’s only four thousand or so people in Crystal City and we’re starting to take over. By the way, where are we headed?”

They all stopped loo looked around, realizing they’d all been walking along without direction.

“Ian and I were going for lunch at the West Quad. Where were you guys going?”

“West Quad, that’s our dorm.” Alan answered.

“Well, at least we’re heading the right way.” Jim said with a shrug. “Ian, did you have any exams today?”

“No, I was only auditing two classes and the exams were last week but that will change next semester.”

Michael whirled on Ian, coming to a dead stop. “What?”

“Yes, I’ll be taking a full schedule in January; the Admissions office approved me this morning.” Ian said with a smile.
u’reu’re kidding me?” Michael was flabbergasted.

“No. I realized I was really enjoying going to class, the learning experience. I always wanted to go to university and here I am, why not take advantage of it?”

“But what about Australia? Your family?”

“Australia isn’t going anywhere and dad is the one who suggested it. Said if I was going to be here, I might as well take advantage of it and mum will be tickled if I continued my education.”

Michael grabbed Ian and swung him around. “I can’t believe it. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“It wasn’t a done deal until this morning. I didn’t want you to get your hopes up.”

Michael responded to that by laying a very deep wet kiss on Ian’s mouth, almost tipping him back into a dip before leaning back and letting him go. “I’m so happy!” Michael bounced on his heels for a minute, giving Ian a considering look.

Ian quickly stepped back and held up his hand. “No sex in public. Remember the rules.”

Alan and Jim laughed when Michael started to walk towards Ian with his hands out, making a grabbing motion and Ian ducked behind them.

“Congratulations, Ian.”

“Thanks, Alan.” Ian dashed back around and started walking, keeping one wary eye on Michael. “You think I should have waited to tell him?”

“Hey, I enjoyed the show although Jim will now have to bleach his eyes or something.”

“Please, if I can walk in on you and Brad doing the wild thing; atle tle lip locking isn’t going to traumatize me.” Jin resituated his book bag with wicked smile.

“You promised to never bring up the past.” Alan said dramatically as they started walking again.

“That was two weeks ago, its still fair game.”

Michael and Ian walked along with their arms entwined, listening to Alan and Jim squabble behind them.

“So it’s okay, then?” Ian looked at Michael.

“Yes. Really. So Happy.” Michaeid aid a little dazed. “Never been this happy.”

“Ian, is he ever going to speak in complete sentences again?” Alan asked as they approached the doors of West Quad and Ian opened the door for them.

“Probably around the time we pick my parents up tonight.”

“Your parents are coming? From Australia?” Jim asked.

“Yes, for the holiday along with Michael’s folks. Thankfully we’ve avoided an invasion of our sisters this time.”

“At least you don’t have five of them.” Alan remarked as he picked up a tray and got in the food line be Jim Jim.

Ian handed a tray to Michael who was behind him and took one for himself before saying, “How did you survive?”

“Sheer persistence and setting them against each other so they’d ignore me.”

The woman in front of them in line turned around. “Alan, how was the final?”

“Brutal, Pam. You’re going to die this afternoon.”

“Ha! Unlike you, I actually studied, I’ll ace it.” Pam picked up bowl of soup and put it on her tray.

“That’s because all you do is study. Its college, you’re supposed to be exploring life not hiding in your room.” Alan flung his hands out and almost knocked over the drink Jim had just set on his own tray.

“Shut up, Alan. You’re exploring life enough for everyone who lives on our w He Hey Pam, how’d you do on the Chem. final this morning?” Jim leaned forward so Pam could see him.

“It wasn’t bad; the essay questions were rough though. How’d you do?”

“I think I did okay, what did you answer on the third one?”

Alan subtly stepped aside so Jim could queue up next to Pam and continue their conversation. He turned and whispered to Ian and Michael, “Ah, young love. Isn’t it cute?”

“Are they dating?” Ian took two glasses of the stack and put them on his tray.

“Nah, I don’t think so. They’re still in the sniffing around each other phase.”

“Ian? Where’d all this food come from?” Michael had obviously snapped back and looked at his tray.

“I put there, love. Just move along.”

“Okay. I didn’t realize we were here yet.”

“I know, love.” Ian rolled his eyes and put another dessert on Michael’s tray.

“Guys, Pam and I are going to find a table for us.” Jim waved and then picked up his tray.

“Have we been ditched?” Ian asked.

“No, we usually eat lunch with Pam.” Alan handed over his ID card for scanning and then picked up his tray and moved aside for Ian and Michael. Once they’d picked up their trays, Alan led them towards the windows.

“There they are.” Alan gestured with his shoulder and strode over to take a seat followed by Michael and Ian.

“Hi, I’m Pam.” She said as she waved her fork.

“I’m Ian; dream boy over here is Michael.”

“Ian? You got me apple pie? You know I love apple pie.”

“Yes, dear. Don’t eat your dessert first. And why don’t you go get us our drinks.”

“Okay. You want Sprite?”

“Yes.”

Michael picked up their glasses and wondered off, heading in the exact opposite direction of the drink machines.

“Is he going to be okay?”

“He’ll be fine.” Ian picked up his fork and took a bite.

“Wow, that’s the strangest case of Finals Dementia I’ve ever seen.”
Pam remarked as she picked through her salad.

“He got some good news earlier and is still happy about it.” Jim said.

“What happened? Did his professors cancel his tests?”

“No, Ian will be coming to school here next year.”

Pam looked puzzled. “Aren’t you already here?”

“I was just test driving; now I’m ready to buy.” Ian smiled at her.

“Ian! Ian!” Michael came back to the table with the drinks and sat down. “I just realized something horrible.”

“What?”

“Our parents are going to be in town.” Michael’s news didn’t seem to bother him enough to prevent him from picking up his fork.

“Yes, and?”

“We’re not going to be able to have sex for almost two weeks.”

Jim, Alan and Pam all stopped eating and looked at Ian.

“Why ever not?”

“I’m not going to be able to have sex with my mom down the hall.”

“Didn’t stop you when we were at your house.” Ian said and sipped his drink.

“Oh, that’s right. I guess we’ll just have to go home after lunch and test things out to make sure they can’t hear anything, won’t we?”

Ian eased back in his chair, “I thought we did that last night and the night before?”

“The test results were inclusive; we’ll just have to keep trying until we get it right.”

“I suppose if we must. Shall we go?” Ian stood and held out his hand.

Michael looked down at his plate and then up at Ian. “Yep. We have food the house. Have a nice break guys!” Michael waved as they walked off leaving Alan, Jim and Pam in silence.

“They must have the hottest sex life.” Jim and Alan turned to look at Pam and she shrugged, “What? I can’t notice those things? They have a lot of chemistry. Speaking of chemistry, Jim, are you taking section 4 next semester?”

^^^
Ian hit the mattress on his back and pulled off Michael’s t-shirt while Michael tried to pull their pants off. “Wait, stop.”

Michael froze and lifted his head from Ian’s neck. “What?”

“Let’s get our own clothes off before we injure something.”

“Good idea.” Michael rolled aside and performed the quickest strip down that Ian had ever seen.

“Are you in a hurry?” Ian said as he pulled off his shirt and rose to take off his pants.

“Ian, my appointment is at two thirty, that’s less than two hours from now.”

Ian threw his clothes into the corner of the room and jumped onto the bed. “Well then, you’d better do me already.”

Michael pounced and grappled with Ian, rolling around on the bed. “I thought you wanted me to do you?” Michael said, gasping a little and trying to pin Ian down.

“I didn’t say I was going to make it easy for you, did I?

&&

“Are you nervous?”

“No, just excited.” Michael pulled into a parking space, turned off the SUV and took a deep breath.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.” Ian put his hand over Michael’s.

“I want to. I’m just trying to calm down a little.”

“I’ll be there, I’ll hold your hand if you want.”

“You bet your sweet sexy ass you will.” Michael flashed a grin and got out of the car to wait for Ian.

“Who is your appointment with?” Ian asked as they walked toward the tattoo parlor.

“Her name is Donna, I’ve seen her artwork and she did a really nice sketch based on your drawing. It’s a little more tribal than yours but I like it and I think you will too.”

“That was fast.”

“She already had a design, she just adapted it.”

“No, I mean the appointment.”

“I was lucky, she had another client scheduled but he had a business trip or something.”

“Or maybe she just wanted a chance to get her hands on your hot body.”

“Ian! She’s a professional. They don’t think like that.” Michael walked up onto the porch, opened the door and ushered Ian into the small lobby which was painted a bright red.

“Hi, I’m Michael. I have an appointment with Donna Coal.”

“Hi, Michael. Donna’s expecting you; I’ll got let her know you’re here,” the receptionist said as she got up and walked through a doorway into the back of the store.

Ian walked towards one of the walls to look at the samples on the wall as Michael began to sit down when a petite brunette walked into the room with her hand extended.

“Hi, Michael.”

Michael stood up and shook her hand. “Good to see you again, Donna. This is my partner, Ian.”

“Hi Ian.” She shook his hand and Ian was surprised at how strong her grip was. “Are you coming back with us?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go then.” She said and led the back through the door and down a hall. “Ian, if you’ll just wait in here,” she indicated a medium sized cubicle with a black leather dentist type chair, “I’ll take Michael back to the changing room.”

Ian stepped inside the cube and then stepped back out. “Michael?”

Michael and Donna turned around. “Yeah?”

Ian pulled out the tiny Speedo they’d decided he would wear, “You’ll need this.”

“Oh, right. Duh.” Michael came back and took the Speedo and a quick kiss before joining Donna again.

Ian looked around, noticing the pictures of Donna’s previous clients’ tattoos when Michael came back in, wearing a long cotton medical gown type robe, paper slippers over his socks and carrying a shopping bag followed by Donna.

She slipped past Michael, adjusted the chair until it was flat and gestured to Michael. “Okay, I’ve turned the heat up so you can either drop the robe or leave it and we’ll work around it. Ian, you might want to take your jacket off; you can hang it on the back of the door while I go scrub up. Oh,” she walked over to a flat work surface and pulled a piece of paper out of a bin. “Here’s the final design I came up with. Take a look and I’ll be right back.”

Michael passed the paper to Ian while he took off the robe and arranged himself on the chair, facing down. “What do you think?”

“I like it. Is more tribal than what I had in mind but it’s very striking. Is it going to be in black?”

“Most of it will be but I’m getting a really dark blue along the dolphin’s back and outlining our initials.”

Donna came back in the room and made sure the door was closed. “Michael, you certainly are a tall drink of water. What did you think of the design, Ian?”

“It’s much better than my little sharpie picture that’s for certain, I think it will look great.”

“Okay, Michael. We’ve already talked about the safety issues and you’ve signed the paperwork but let’s go over it again. I’ve shown you our license, sterilization certificates and my Hep B vaccination certificate. After I’ve transferred the drawing, I’ll take out the needles from the autoclave bag in front of you and I’ll be scrubbing up again and wearing gloves before that and while I do your tattoo.”

“Once we’re done, I’ll dispose of your needles in the sharps container over in the corner. Your needles are brand new and have never been used on anyone else and they won’t be used afterwards either. You already know this can hurt but if you feel anything beyond a normal level of pain, if you suddenly feel dizzy or feverish, you need to tell me to stop.”

“I’ll stop immediately and we’ll assess the situation. Sometimes people get a little overexcited and I’ll give you a couple of minutes to calm down. Try to stay as still as possible for the best result. Do you have any questions?”

“Donna, you mentioned dizziness or fever? Why does that happen?” Ian placed his hand on Michael’s shoulder.

“The pain can be intense sometimes. Michael’s already gotten a tattoo so he shouldn’t have a problem but other folks aren’t as prepared and get a little panicky. We try to make getting a tattoo as safe as possible but its needles being inserted into a living breathing body and we can’t always predict how people will react.”

“Oh. Okay. Michael, do you have any questions?”

“Nope. I’m ready to go. But can you put the robe over my legs? They’re cold.”

Donna took the robe and spread it out while Ian hung up his jacket. “Ian, you can bring that chair over to sit in if you’d like.”

She pulled her own chair over and picked up the transfer she’d made previously. “Okay, you want this right above your right buttock right?”

“Yes. Ian, can you show her where it goes?”

“Sure.” Ian pulled the edge of Michael’s swimsuit down a couple of inches and ran a finger over the correct spot. “We’d like for the dorsal fin to stick up right above the line of his suit.”

Donna positioned the transfer and looked up at Ian. “Here?”

“No, tilted a little more to the left. Yes. Like that.”

“Okay.” Donna removed the transfer and picked up a package of sterile swabs and opened one to swab the area thoroughly.

Ian sat back down and looked at Michael. “How are you doing?”

“Okay. How does it look back there?”

“Very nice.”

“Good.” Michael yawned, put his head down and reached out a hand which Ian took with a squeeze. “Margaret and Ken are due in at seven, right?”

“Yes. Maybe we can go to dinner in Detroit before going to the airport.”

“Sounds like a plan. But why don’t we get a snack and then pick up something to eat with your folks? They’ll probably be hungry.”

“We’re not getting McDonald’s Michael.”

“Hey guys, do you like barbeque?” Donna spoke up as she taped the transfer down.

“Yes.”

“There’s a place off of I-75 on Schaefer Highway that has great food; they’re take out only and a little out of your way but I can get you the address when we’re done.”

“That’s nice of you, Donna.”

“No problem. Okay, Ian come back over here and take a look.”

Ian rose, moved around the table and then pulled the edge of the suit up a bit, careful not to let it touch Michael’s skin. “That’s perfect.”

“Great. I’ll be right back.” Donna went out the door and closed it behind her as Ian sat back down and reclaimed Michael’s hand.

“You know, it’s very erotic, having my mark on you. I’ll have a hard time keeping my hands off you later.”

“Ian.” Michael groaned into the leather of the chair. “Don’t do this to me.”

There was a rap on the door and Donna came back in with a plastic med-pack and carefully set it on the work surface. “I’m going drape you now and scrub up so make sure you’re comfortable.” She turned to the sink in the corner and pulled down a plastic bag and washed her hands before picking the bag back up.

“The guy who did my other tattoo didn’t use a drape; he just gave me a towel.”

“I don’t normally but I was thinking you’re probably going to want to take your suit off. You’reng tng to be on the table for two hours and it might be a little uncomfortable, especially because I’ll have to pull it down even more.”

“Oh, good point.”

“I’ll step out a coa couple of minutes. Ian, there are pillows up on that shelf with sterile cases if Michael needs one.”

Michael slid off the chair and stood off, stripping off the suit while Ian went over to the shelf. “Do you want a pillow?”

“Yes, especially if you keep saying things like that. That chair has no give.”

“How about this one?” Ian held up a pillow and showed it to Michael.

“It’ll work. Is there a towel or something over there? I don’t want to put my bare nads on the chair.”

“Hang on.” Ian went over to the door and cracked it open, speaking softly to Donna before closing the door and getting another sterile drape down, opening it and spreading it on the chair while Michael put a new case on the pillow and arranged himself again, leaving Ian to lay out the robe over his legs.

Ian opened the door for Donna and then took his seat with a sigh. Donna laughed and washed her hands again. “I know, you didn’t think it would take this long and why don’t I get a move on, right?”

“Oh, no. I don’t want you to rush; I just didn’alizalize it was so complicated.”

“Years ago, they’d slap you into a chair and just go at you without even cleaning the site; using the same needles as many times as they could. Back then, you could get a tattoo for a couple of bucks. Of course, quite a few people got hepatitis or worse so I think it’s a good trade off, don’t you?”

As she spoke, Donna draped the area, scrubbed her hands and arms, putting gloves on before sitting down and opening the needle pack and getting the machine ready.

“Yes, it is indeed. You’re very careful aren’t you?”

“You bet; I love my job and I’d hate for someone to regret getting a tattoo because I screwed up.” She flipped the machine on and a low buzzing sound filled the room. “Are you ready, Michael?”

“Yes. Go ahead.” Michael rested his head so he was staring at Ian and put his hand out for Ian to hold. “You look more nervous than I feel, Ian.”

“I’ve never seen-” He stopped as Donna lowered the needle and Michael gasped and tightened his grip, “a tattoo being done before.”

“I watched Crocker get his done in Sydney and a couple of people in Baltimore before I got my rings done.” Michael winced a little. “Ian, what classes are you taking next year?”

Ian told Michael was his schedule was g to to be like and then continued talking about whatever entered his mind when Michael confessed that it was too difficult to talk while Donna was working. After forty minutes, he fell silent and just kept hanging onto Michael’s hand.

“How he’s doing up there, Ian?”

“He seems to be okay, a little zoned out.”

“That’s natural, he’s sort of surfing the pain. So you don’t have any tattoos?”

“No, I never really considered getting one either but I may change my mind and get a match to that one.”

“Well, I’ll be happy to do it for you but you’re going to think about it for a while, right?”

“Yes, pain is not something I usually go looking for.”

Ian and Donna continued chatting as she completed the tattoo. “You want to take a look?”

Ian stood up and carefully stretched out to see while keeping his hand in Michael’s. “You do really nice work. I like the way you made our initials look like part of the wave and the dolphin looks like its riding his cheek.”

“Thanks. Almost done here.” Ian kept looking as she applied the needle, steeling himself at the sight of Michael’s blood before she wiped it away. After another minute, she put the gun aside and wiped again, using a sterile solution to clean the area.

“Michael. Time to wake up.” Ian shook Michael’s shoulder and waited as Michael blinked rapidly.

“Is it done?”

“All finished. It looks really good too. Do you want a clear dressingthe the gauze?”

“Clear so I can see it.”

“All right. I’ll give you a roll of the clear tape so you can protect it for the next ten days. Have Ian put it on for you before you get in the water, okay?”

“Sure.”

“And you know how to care for it, right?”

“Leave the tape on overnight, clean it off with antibacterial soap and lukewarm water tomorrow and text ext three or four days, dress with bacitracin and don’t pick at it or scratch.” Michael recited as Donna applied the ointment and tape.

“Good boy. Take your time getting up. You can dress in here.” Donna disposed of the gloves, needles and drapes before slipping out of the room.

Michael nodded and sighed, squirming a little on the chair.

“You okay, love?

“Mm hm. Just a little stiff from holding still for so long. How does it look?”

“Fantastic.” Ian saiile ile craning his neck. “You want try and get up?”

“Yeah, just give me a hand to get onto my left side so I can swing my legs off.”

Ian did so and then held onto Michael by the shoulders to steady him. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Michael nodded. “Just give me a sec.” He took a deep breath and stood up with Ian’s assistance. “Okay, you want to hand me the bag over there?”

“Sure.” Ian opened the bag and handed Michael the soft loose boxers he’d purposefully worn and helped Michael slip them on, followed by his jeans, shirt, sweater and shoes.

“You ready to go?”

“Yeah, I need to get something to drink. I feel a little dry.”

“You want me to get you something now?”

“Nah, let’s pay and beat feet.”

Mic was was much steadier as they walked back into the lobby. Ian reached for his wallet and handed over his credit card before Michael could even get his hand into his pocket.

“You don’t have to pay for this, Ian.”

“I want to. You can pay for mine when I decide to get it.”

“Okay.”

Donna smiled as she ran the card through the machine. “I’ll give you twenty percent off Ian’s tattoo if you let me put a picture of yours in my book, Michael.”

“You want my picture?”

“Just your tattoo. It’ll be like the ones on my wall.”

“Oh. Okay. Let me think about it and I’ll let you know.”

“No problem.” She handed the slip and card to Ian with a pen and a scrap of paper. “That’s the address of the barbeque place I was telling you about.”

“Thanks, Donna. I don’t know the protocol. Do tattooists get tipped?”

“You can if you want, Ian but it’s not required.”

“Thank you, I just didn’t know and I didn’t want to insult you by doing the wrong thing.” Ian signed the slip, opened his wallet and handed her two hundred dollar bills. “You did a wonderful job and I really appreciate how you explained everything so thoroughly. Thanks so much.”

He shook her hand and waited for Michael to add his thanks and do the same before wishing Donna and the receptionist a happy holiday and ushering Michael out the door.

“That was a nice tip.”

“She deserved it. She went to a lot to trouble to make us both feel comfortable.”

“I’m not objecting and I’m glad you asked. The guy in Baltimore didn’t even charge me.”

“He didn’t?”

“No, he knew my dad and had never gotten a chance to do the rings before so he did it for free.”

“That was nice of him.”

“Well, he wasn’t as nice as Donna was. I think he was trying to scare me out of it.”

“Are you good to drive?”

“Yeah, let’s stop in here to get a snack and I’ll be good to go.” Michael gestured at the café he’d parked in front of.

“Good, we’ll have just enough time to eat before heading to the airport.”

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The link below is kind of how I picture Michael’s tattoo.
http://www.thedrawingroom.biz/tattooshop/buytat70.html
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