Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

Last Swim	By : jai Category: Individual Celebrities > Athlete/Sports Misc Views: 8134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people written about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 14
- 15
- 16
December 21, 2005 Detroit MI

“You’re looking well, son.” Ken remarked as they walked to the car behind Margaret and Michael, Ian pushing the rental cart with their luggage.

“I feel really good, too. You’re looking well yourself, old man.” Ian said, grinning.

“You are you calling an old man?” Ken elbowed his son with an answering grin. “I’ve been keeping busy. Your mother has me building another garden shed; said the old one was too small but I think she’s just trying to keep me out of the pub.”

“Mum’s always trying to keep you out of the pub, hasn’t worked yet has it?”

“Course not. Can’t keep a man from his mates, silly woman. Your Michael is looking well too.”

“He’s finished with all of his exams and he’s happy you’ve come up.”

“I’ll say. If he wasn’t your man; I’d be worried he’s trying to steal your mother from me.”

Up ahead, his mother and his lover were talking a mile a minute, Margaret’s arm through Michael’s as they excitedly discussed their plans for the holiday; heads together as Michael guided them along.

“I’m glad they get on so well. That you get on so well with him too.”

“He’s a fine lad. Your mum and I used to worry about you and those women you’d bring around; none of them would have done.”

“But you always seemed to like them.” Ian said with surprise.

“They were all likeable, just weren’t right for you. Not like he is.” Ken nodded his head in Michael’s direction.

“Well you could have said something.”

“What was e toe to say? Course when you finally told your mum and me what way your compass was pointing, that explained a few things. Your mum used to fret because you weren’t bringing any lads around after that but I told her not to worry”.

“Dad!” Ian felt an unfamiliar sweep of red rise in his cheeks.

Ken grinned slyly. “Tell me something, Ian, you’ve moved here, basically giving up your life for a few years so you and Michael can be together; does it feel like a sacrifice?”

“I haven’t given up my life!” Ian protested.

“Some people would say you have; moving here away from home and country.”

‘But it’s what I want. It feels right; I don’t care what other people think.” Ian paused and then looked worried, “That’s not what mum and you think, is it?”

“No, calm yourself of course we don’t think that. You’ve got a good life here from the things you’ve told your mum and me. You’re happy aren’t you?”

“Yes, happier than I ever thought I could be.” Ian said honestly.

“Good. That’s the only thing we’ve ever wanted for you.” Ken smiled reassuringly.

“Really?”

“Really. Your mum was worried you know, she thought you’d end up old and alone with only your medals keeping you warm at night. When you told us you wanted to move here to be with your Michael we knew he was the one for you because you were taking a risk. You wouldn’t do that if you didn’t love the lad.”

“It didn’t feel like a risk.”

“No, you never look at things that way though, do you? You see what you want and you don’t stop until you get it. It’s the Thorpe in you, you know. Look at how I chased your mum until she caught me!” Ken winked as Ian burst out laughing as they walked up to the car where Michael and Margaret were waiting.

“Ken, you better not be telling Ian one of those filthy jokes of Ned’s.” Margaret scolded, shaking her head.

“Mum, I’m old enough to hear dirty jokes.”

“Not those jokes.” Margaret said decisively as Michael opened the back gate on the SUV.

“Ken, Margaret, the car’s open if you’d like to get in; Ian and I can take care of the bags.”

nk ynk you, darling, you’re so thoughtful.” Margaret walked to the side of the vehicle, opened the back passenger door and climbed in. Ken shrugged and followed suit on the other side of the car.

After the luggage was loaded and they were on their way, Ian brought up the subject of dinner.

“Are you hungry?”

“I am a bit, dear and you know how your father complains about the food onboard.”

“Good, we’re going to pick up some barbeque and eat at home; I figured you’d be too tired to want to eat in a restaurant.”

“Sounds good to us, son.”

Twenty minutes later Michael parked the car, opened the door and said with a grin before getting out, “I’ll go in; it’ll give you guys a chance to talk about me.”

“Ian, dear. How have you been?”

“Oh, it’s like that is it? Michael’s gone so suddenly you can speak to me?” Ian unbelted and turned around to smirk at his mother.

“I said hello when we got off the plane, didn’t I?”

“Yes, after you hugged Michael, it was ‘oh Ian, yes I remember you’ before yore ore off again with him. Is that any way to treat your only son?”

“Well your father and I have been considering rewriting our wills and leaving him your share, so you’d better have a care.” Margaret seemed serious but Ian spotted the twinkle in her eye.

“She’s right, Ian. We’re leaving him your mother’s collection of hodgepodge and dust collectors. We’ve already made up our minds, so don’t think you can stop us. In fact, I’d like to mail them off as soon as we get home.”

Margaret thumped her husband on the arm. “Ken! Those are fine antiques not dust collectors! You have no appreciation for art.”

“A ceramic mouse weeping into a bucket is not art, Margaret.”

Ian snickered as his parents fell into one of their more familiar bickers; he’d missed hearing them going around snarking at each other. He turned at the tap on his window and saw Michael standing there with a brown bag so he opened the door.

“Ian, can you put this on the floor in front with you?”

“Sure, hand it over.” Ian got the bag situated while Michael got back in the car and started it up again.

“That smells really good.” Ken said from the back seat.

“It is really good; they gave me a sample inside.” Michael remarked as he pulled back onto the road.

“No wonder you volunteered to go in.”

“Ian, I didn’t know they were going to give me a sample, I didn’t even ask for one.”

“You went in there and whipped out your puppy dog eyes, didn’t you?”

“Puppy dog eyes? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

^^

“Here we are. Michael, the aroma of this food is driving me crazy. Let’s eat first and then unload.”

“You must have been reading my mind. I’ll go open the doors if you get the bag.” Michael was out of the car in a flash to unlock and turn off the alarm before coming back and helping Margaret out of the car.

“Oh, thank you dear, this seat is quite high.”

“Ken, do you need help getting out? I knew we should have driven the sedan.” Michael said.

“No, Michael. I’ve spent a lot less time on my knees than Maggie has.” Ken jumped out as everyone turned to look at him in surprise and then he realized what he’d said. “For heaven’s sake, I meant in the garden. And you say I have a dirty mind, look at you all in the gutter.”

“Well, dad that’s only because we know you.” Ian said with a chuckle.

Michael sniggered as he led Ken and Margaret into the kitchen. “I’ll explain the alarm system to you later but here’s the kitchen. If you’d like to freshen up, there’s a powder room right down here.”

Ian started pulling out the food and Michael set the table while Ian’s parents used the bathroom and washed up. Soon they were sitting down and digging in. They were all hungry so it didn’t take long for the food to disappear.

“I’ll put some coffee on and we have some cheesecake for dessert. Is decaf alright?” Ian got up and turned on the coffee maker.

“Yes, please.” Margaret started to rise but Michael waved her down.

“Margaret, please sit. Ian and I can take care of this; you just got off the plane.” Michael picked up the plates while Ian began loading the dishwasher.

“I won’t argue although I should. Ken, remember when we couldn’t get Ian to take out the trash? Now look at our boy, doing dishes. Who would have thought?”

“Mum, I kept a clean house once I was out on my own.”

“We’re still waiting for you to come back and clean out your room, so forgive me for being impressed, Ian.” Ken leaned back in his chair, grinning widely.

“Dad! Don’t listen to him, Michael.”

“But Ian, I have to listen to him. He’s your father.” Michael said with wide eyed innocence before turning to smile conspiratorially at Ken. “Is it true that that your mom used to have to call in the hazardous material team before she could get the laundry out of your room?”

“Lies! All lies!” Ian put the last dish in the rack and closed to door of the machine. “I’ll take a few minutes for the coffee to finish. Why don’t I bring your things in while Michael gives you the tour?”

“Ian, I’ll bring them in. You should spend time with your parents; they’ve come all this way.”

“Actually we came to see both of you, so don’t fuss. We’d love it if both of you showed us around. Why don’t we get the bags out of the car and leave them by the stairs until we go up.” Ken put in sensibly. “Maggie, keep your seat. The boys and I will be right back.”

He rose and strode over to the door to the garage, giving Ian and Michael a look as if to say ‘hurry up already.’ Leaving Ian and Michael to shrug and follow him, returning with the bags a few minutes later.

Margaret and Ken followed the ‘boys’ down the hall and after the bags were set down, Michael turned to them.

“Well, this is the living room where we live and the dining room is through there. We don’t use it much. Down the hall here is Ian’s study where he studies and through here is the guest room. We were going to put Dad and Jackie in here but if you’d rather use it and skip the stairs-”

“No, I’m sure we’ll be fine wherever you put us, don’t worry Michael. Ken was only joking about my knees; they’re fine.” Margaret patted his arm.

“Okay. Downstairs is empty so we can skip that.” Michael turned to heading up the stairs, grabbing one of their bags on the way. At the top of the stairs, he turned right and opened the first door. “This will be your room.”

He stood aside for Margaret and Ken to enter. He and Ian had furnished the room with a queen sized bed, a dresser and a desk all painted white; the curtains and bedclothes were a crisp blue and white print and a comfy velour chair sat by the window.

“This is just lovely, boys. I’m sure we’ll be very comfortable.” Margaret looked around while Ken tested the bed.

Ian stepped forward and put the suitcase he’d been carrying on the luggage stand. “There’s a bathroom through here with fresh towels and there are extra if you need them. We’ve had the heat up in here all day but if you need them, there are extra blankets in the closet.”

“Would you like to settle in or continue the tour?” Michael asked after Ian was done.

“Oh, the tour. Up Ken and get your shoes off the bed.”

“Coming, dear.” Ken stood up and brushed the comforter off as he followed her out.

“Mom will be across the hall there and here’s the laundry room. My study is through that door. It’s a little small for all of us to squeeze in but feel free to stick your head in later. Our room is right down here.” Michael opened the door, walked through and stood to the side.

“That’s a gorgeous duvet, Michael. Where did you get it?”

“I don’t really remember to tell you the truth. I was in such a rush when I was moving in that it’s all kind of a blur. Mom would probably remember though, I’ll have to ask.”

“Well, you two have quite a lovely home. I’m very impressed.”

“The coffee should be ready by now, are you ready for a cup?” Ian asked.

“Oh, I’m more than ready for a cup of your coffee.” Margaret put her arm through Ian’s and walked out of the room, leaving Michael to follow with Ken.

&&
A few hours later, Ian and Michael entered their bedroom, closed the door securely behind them and began getting ready for bed.

“Michael, how’s the tattoo doing?”

“Not so bad, just a little sore. How does it look?” Michael pulled his pants off and turned so Ian could see.

“Looks very red.”

“Are you really thinking about getting one?”

“Yes, I’m giving it some thought. Hope you don’t mind that I’m using you as my guinea pig?” Ian rubbed the small of Michael’s back gently, keeping away from the taped area.

“No, I don’t mind. That feels really good.” Michael stretched his arms above his head and yawned. “I’m really glad your parents are here.”

“Me too.” Ian pressed a kiss to Michael’s shoulder and put his hands on Michael’s waist. “Are you ready for bed?”

“Yeah, how about you?” Michael yawned again as he allowed Ian to steer him onto the bed and between the sheets.

“Are you too tired?” Ian asked, as he got in between the sheets and stroked his hand down Michael’s chest.

“Not that tired.” Michael said with smile and leaned over to kiss Ian only to stop when his tattoo made contact with the mattress and reversed direction, lying on his left side. “Ouch. Oh, that smarts.”

Ian looked at him in concern. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I just forgot I can’t put any weight on it for a couple of days. Why don’t you come over to this side?” Michael patted the mattress and looked over his shoulder.

“Maybe we should just go to sleep? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I want to; we’re just going to have to find a position that works. Come over here already.”

“You are such a bossy bottom, Michael.” Ian groused as he walked around the bed and got in on the other side.

“I’m bossy?” Michael pulled Ian closer and gnawed playfully on his shoulder, pushing until Ian was on his back. “And why are you assuming you’re the one doing me?”

Ian automatically spread his legs to make room for Michael’s hips. “Well, you do bear my mark now, it would only be logical.”

“That I’m always going to be on the bottom? I think not.” Michael bent his head and attacked. Between nibbles, licks, kisses and bites he reached into the drawer and pulled out lube and made quick work of getting Ian ready.

“Don’t I have any say in this?” Ian gasped while Michael’s fingers stroked deep inside him.

Michael paused, flipping the cap back on the lube after slicking himself up. “Do you want one?”

“No, not really but some form of token protest seemed to be in order.” Ian slid his right hand around Michael’s waist and clasp one firm buttock, thankfully not the one Michael had just had tattooed. “Now get on with it.”

“I’m not in the mood anymore.” Michael grinned and remained where he was.

Ian used his other hand to drop to Michael’s cock and fondled the hard length. “Doesn’t feel that way to me, love.”

Michael sucked his breath in and said tightly, “You keep that up and I’ll be the only one having fun tonight.”

“Do you want me to beg?”

“Not necessary.” Michael moaned and threw his head back. “Seriously, Ian. Stop.”

Ian stopped his caresses, loosely holding Michael’s cock and tried to pull him forward with the hand on Michael’s ass. “Then come on already.”

Michael allowed himself to be maneuvered and finally put his penis where Ian wanted it to be. He flexed his hips and sank in, causing Ian to groan.

“Yes, love. Like that.”

Michael placed his forearms flat on the mattress on either side of Ian’s sides before pulling out and thrusting again. “If that’s your idea of begging...”

“Less talking, more fucking Michael.” Ian demanded as he bowed his hips to meet Michael’s thrusts.

Michael half laughed half whimpered as he sucked on Ian’s neck and obeyed, trying to drive as deep into Ian as their bodies would allow. It didn’t take long for Ian to reach between them and begin jerking himself off, crying out as he came.

“Michael, come with me.” Ian gasped into Michael’s ear, triggering Michael’s own orgasm.

&&

Ian stretched his arms above his head and sprawled across the bed feeling quite magnificent until he realized that Michael was no longer in bed with him.

“Michael?”

“I’m in the bathroom.”

“Is everything okay?” Ian rolled out of bed and strolled into the room to see Michael standing by the shower obviously having just finished bathing.

“Yeah, I was going to wake you up in a minute.” Michael carefully dried his back.

“What time is it?” Ian asked as stood in front of the toilet.

“Almost seven. You want to give me a hand putting the ointment and a new bandage on?”

“Of course. Let me wash my hands.” Ian did so and then picked up the tube of ointment, kneeling on the bathroom rug to get a good view. “It still looks really red.”

“It will for a while but it already hurts less than it did last night. Just be gentle.”

“I will.”

Once Michael was anointed and taped up, he went to get dressed and go start Ian’s coffee while Ian showered. He almost whistled as he went down the stairs and then remembered that Margaret and Ken were probably still sleeping.

He soon found out he was wrong when he walked into the kitchen to find Margaret trying to figure out how to work the machine.

“Good morning, Margaret.”

She whirled around and smiled. “Good morning, Michael.” She kissed him on the cheek. “What time does Ian get up? I’m dying for a cup.”

“I can do it. I normally do in the morning anyway.” He quickly pulled the pot out, refilled the water reservoir and spooned in the right amount of grounds.

“Oh bless you. Do you want me to fix you breakfast, dear or do you eat after you swim?”

“Mostly after. We have some fruit in the fridge if you want to get it out; it’s in the plastic containers on the bottom shelf.”

Margaret opened the door and found the containers easily. “Do you want two, dear?”

“Yes, that will do. Do you like quiche? I have one ready to be baked on the shelf right above that. It’s spinach and cheese.”

“Oh, that’s my favorite. Did Ian tell you?” Margaret pulled out the pie dish and set it on the counter next to the fruit before closing the fridge.

“Yes. Unless you’ll buy that I have psychic powers?” Michael set the oven and turned to her with a grin.

“You’re a very talented man but I’ll take a pass on that. Where are the plates and I’ll set the table.”

“I’ll confess that we usually just eat out of the containers in the morning, it saves on the washing up when we’re in a hurry.” Michael got out the silverware and indicated the cupboard with the plates.

“That’s very sensible. Do you also eat standing up over the sink like Ken does when he thinks I’m not around?”
“
“Sometimes we eat them in the car if we’re really running behind but never over the sink.” Michael confided.

“Tsk. I suspect my son is the reason you’re running late more times than not.” Margaret sat down as Michael got out the cream and sugar and three mugs.

“He does like to sleep in but it’s probably half and half.” Michael poured coffee into one of the cups and brought it over to the table.

“Thank you, dear. Don’t you drink coffee?”

“No, I’ve never picked up the habit.” Michael got himself a glass of milk and put the quiche in the oven before sitting down with a container of fruit.

“Oh, Ian found himself a man who’ll make him coffee and not drink it. No wonder he loves you.”

“You always told me I was smart and now you have proof, mum.” Ian walked into the room and leaned down to give Michael a smooch. “Morning again, love. Good morning, mum.” He gave his mother peck on the cheek before going over to get himself a cup.

“Good morning, son.”

“Did you sleep well, mum?”

“Like a baby. Are you two heading to the pool?”

“Yes but we don’t have to be there at any particular time, now that classes are over.” Michael answered.

“Speaking of classes how did your test go yesterday, Michael?”

“I think I did really well. Ian helped me study for all my exams so I felt really confident going in and knew almost everything without having to struggle.”

“You got very good grades last semester without me. Stop selling yourself short.” Ian said as he sat down.

“Well, I think you were a big help. Last semester I spent a lot more time studying and still felt anxious.”

“Ian always had very good study habits so I’m not surprised he inspired you, Michael.”

“If that’s actually the case, I’ll be inspiring him even more next semester.” Ian said casually.

“You will, dear?”

“Yes, I’ll be attending university full time as a degree candidate.”

Margaret put her cup down as tears sprung into her eyes. “Oh, Ian. You’ve made me so happy!” Ian rose to give her a hug while Michael beamed at them.

“Now, mum. Don’t cry. You’re happy, don’t cry.” Ian patted her shoulder and gave Michael a helpless look.

Margaret took the napkin Michael held out and dabbed her eyes. “You know I always cry when I’m happy.”

“I know, I know.”

“This is such good news, Ian.”

“I thought you’d approve.”

“And the University of Michigan has such a fine reputation; oh you couldn’t have given me a better gift for Christmas.”

“Well it was dad’s idea so make sure you give him credit for it.”

“That man! Did he know?”

“No, mum. He just gave me the idea. I wanted to tell you first but Michael wormed it out of me yesterday.”

“I did not.”

“Oh hush boys. Of course you told him first, that’s only right. So what classes are you going to take? Tell me everything.”

“They’re still working on finalizing my schedule but I’ll be in the business school for entrepreneurial studies. If things go as planned, I’ll be graduating with Michael.

“You will?” Both Michael and Margaret asked.

Ian laughed. “Yes, I’ve taken several CLEP tests over the last couple of months. That’s why I’ve been busier than you probably thought I’d be, Michael.”

“Are those the placement tests, giving you credit for your previous education?”

“Yes, mum because I finished my VCE like you wanted, I had a little bit of a head start and tested out of several freshman courses. I’ll have to take a math course over the summer but it will fit around our meet schedule.”

“Ian, I’m so proud of you.”

“Don’t start crying again, mum.”

Margaret thumped him on the arm. “I won’t but wait until your father hears; he’ll be fit to bust.”

“Well, you can tell him if you want. Michael and I need to get going if we’re ever going to get done.”

“Oh, yeah we better. Ian, did you bring our bags down?”

“No, I’ll go get them.” Ian rose and left the room while Michael checked the quiche.

“Margaret, it’ll be done it twenty minutes. Do you need me to set the timer?”

“No dear, I’ll remember. And thank you.” Margaret said as she gave him a hug.

“It’s just a quiche.” Michael said as he hugged her back.

“No, thank you for giving Ian a reason to finishing his education.”

“But I didn’t have anything to do with it. He sprung it on me yesterday.”

“He would never have considered it this soon if it weren’t for you. I know he’s said he’d go back but it always was put if off for other things. Being here with you, it gave him the time.”

“Well, I’ll take the credit if you insist but I think he would have done it eventually. He really loves learning new things.”

“Michael, are you trying to steal my woman?”

Margaret looked up at Michael with a grin, “Forgive me, Michael for leading you on but I can’t leave him. He’d be lost without me.”

“I understand but you know where to find me if you ever get tired of the old man.” Michael whispered loudly, sliding a glance at Ken.

“Old man!” Ken sputtered, grasping his chest. “I’ll can still teach you a thing or two, you young whippersnapper.”

“Ken, you can brag later. Sit down and I’ll get you some coffee.”

“Michael, are you ready?” Ian asked as he reentered the kitchen.

“Yep. I’ve got your fruit. Ken, Margaret are you sure you’ll be okay alone?”

“Get away with yourselves; you’ll only be gone a few hours. We’ll be fine.” Ken said as he cupped his hands around his cup.

“Okay but I’ve left the extra car keys on Ian’s desk in case you need to go anywhere and you have our cell phone numbers.”

“Michael, we’ll be fine. Stop worrying.” Margaret pushed him towards the door.

Ian finally hustled Michael out the door, setting the alarm behind them. “Michael, they’re bab babies.”

“But it feels so rude, going off and leaving them.”

“Start the car.” Ian hit the garage door button and buckled up. “They don’t think you’re being rude. Remember, they’re used to me running out the door at all hours heading to the pool. They understand.”

“If you say so.” Michael backed out and drove out onto the roadway.

**
AN: this is the latest chapter, written 9/30/04.
- 14
- 15
- 16
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Last Swim