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The Sweet Life	By : jai Category: Individual Celebrities > Athlete/Sports Misc Views: 8241 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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February 14, 2010 San Diego, CA

Michael woke up when a phone started ringing. He reached out to where the phone should be and found air. Oh, right. He wasn’t at home. The phone kept ringing so he flipped over and found the night stand, finally putting his hand on the instrument.

“Hello?”

“Did I wake you up, love?”

Michael smiled at the sound of Ian’s voice, what a nice way to wake up. “Yeah, what time is it?”

“Its eight fourteen your time.”

“Oh.” Michael made himself comfortable. “That means you’ve been up for hours, huh?”

“Yes, our daughter saw fit to wake me up at seven since you aren’t here to watch cartoons with her.” Ian said, sounding slightly irate.

“Poor baby.”

“Comes with the territory I guess. Happy Valentine’s day, by the way.”

“Happy Valentine’s day to you too. Did you get your present?”

“Yes I did. I thought we agreed to only spend twenty dollars?”

“So I went a little overboard, do you like it?”

“You know I do! It’s perfect and thoughtful, just like you.”

“Thanks, Ian. I won’t be able to be there the first two days but I got a good deal for the whole two weeks. You’re still going to have to get your parents and Christine’s family there.”

“That will be no problem. Mum loves Paris. Is the other room for Deb or Fred?”

“Mom and Jackie. Dad doesn’t like France and Ryan’s got a conference in Chicago. But nothing’s final so if you have someone else in mind, feel free.”

“No, that’s fine. Thank you so much and your present will be waiting for you after Chloe’s in bed.”

“Oh, I’ll bet I know what it is and it’s one of my favorite things.”

“I think you’ll still be surprised anyway. Your plane is landing at four forty?”

“Yeah. Hey, is Pieter coming to the airport?”

“We’re thinking of taking two cars. You’ll ride with Chloe and I; Pieter and Grant will have Doctor van den Hoogenband. Have you seen him at all?”

“Yes, we had lunch together yesterday but there were a bunch of people with us. Ian, I need to get a shower and get something to eat.”

“You’ll call me later?”

“I sure will. Have a good day.”

“You too.”

Michael put the phone down and turned over to see Miles staring at him, his head propped up on his hand. “Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?”

“No and you forgot I was here, didn’t you?”

“Um. Yes. Sorry.”

“No problem. What did you get him?”

“Huh?

“What did you get Ian for Valentine’s day?”

“Ah! I rented an apartment in Paris; Ian’s competing at the Gay Games there in August.”

“That’s quite a present.”

“Well, it was cheaper than staying in a hotel suite for two weeks and we’ll get to spend time with Ian’s family.”

“Aren’t you going to Australia next month?”

“Yeah but I worry that he doesn’t get to see them enough. It’s a long way no matter how you slice it.”

&&

Michael finished the last semi-final he’d swim for this meet and headed for the warm up pool without pausing to celebrate qualifying in first place for the final. Steve Coburn had been swimming two lanes over and Michael wasn’t about to linger in the area.

He was surprised when Pieter’s father, Cees-Rein, fell into step beside him and seemed to be escorting him to the other pool.

“I suppose you heard, Doctor?”

“Yes, from the Swiss coach who probably heard it from the German team’s doctor who heard it from one of his swimmers who is dating a Canadian. He didn’t injure you, did he?”

“No, he didn’t get a chance but I’d rather not have to share the water with him.”

“I don’t blame you. You know, there’s a flight out of Los Angeles at twelve thirty tonight that arrives at eight in the morning in Philadelphia.” Cees-Rein said casually.

Michael stopped and stared at him, “My last swim’s at eight and it’s an almost three hour drive.”

“Or an hour’s ride by helicopter.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, I’ve already looked into it. It’s a pretty reasonable fee too.” Pieter’s father handed over a brochure with the pricing schedule circled.

“Doctor van den Hoogenband, thank you! You’re coming with me right?”

“That’s not necessary. I already have my flight booked.”

“But we’d all have to trek back to get you at the airport. Hang on.” Michael dug into his bag and found his cell phone, hitting the autodial.

“Hey Maureen, its Michael. God, the grapevine’s really working over time today; I’m fine. Listen I need you to do me a favor. There’s a flight out of LAX to Philly after midnight. Can you change my reservations to that one and book another seat? Great! Also call Corporate Helicopters, their phone number is 800-345-6737 and arrange a flight from their field here in San Diego for two. Doctor Cees-Rein van den Hoogenband. Yeah, Pieter’s dad. We can be there by ten. Thanks Maureen, you’re the best!”

Michael hung the phone up and put it back in his bag with a grin. “There! All fixed up and Maureen will call me if there are any snags.”

“Michael, it’s hardly necessary.”

“Please. You’re Pieter’s dad and he’s like a brother to me. And why would I charter a helicopter just for me? You don’t mind leaving early do you?”

“No, no of course not. Thank you.”

“Thank you for thinking of it. I really want to go home.” Michael walked over to the pool with a lighter step.

&&

It was really neat to see lights of California zoom beneath them but Michael was barely interested in the pilot’s spiel. Bob, Amanda, Miles and Cees-Rein seemed to be enjoying it but Michael was just anxious to go home.

He’d dashed back to the hotel during the afternoon break, won both of his races easily and managed to avoid further contact with Steve with one goal in mind: to see Ian and Chloe.

Miles had offered to stay with him again that night but when Michael mentioned that he’d chartered a helicopter to LAX; Miles asked to hitch a ride on it. The connection to Austin was better out of LAX and he’d be home by six am. Michael quickly agreed and soon he’d found both Bob and Amanda also asking to share the ride too. Aside from thinking that he was going to have four volunteer body guards out of San Diego, Michael didn’t mind.

The chopper landed at eleven on the heliport on top of the airport and a crew person helped them with their luggage and led them through the access door and down to the departure level.

Michael and Cees-Rein said good bye to their friends and made their way to the Frontier Airlines counter. The counter person checked them in quickly and told them they had an hour and a half to wait; the plane was slightly delayed out of San Francisco.

“Excuse me, ma’am. How close is the Qantas lounge from here?”

“Are you a club member, Mr. Phelps?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Then I’ll be happy to call a courtesy vehicle for you.” He picked up the phone and one of the little carts pulled up a few minutes later.

“Michael, where are we going?”

“To the Qantas lounge; Ian’s been a member for years and he’s got this special membership, we can use their lounges anytime.”

The club was quiet and sparsely populated, just what Michael needed to relax and unwind a little.

“May I ask you a question, Michael?” Cees-Rein said after they’d sat down with their complimentary beverages.

“Sure.”

“What do you think of Grant?”

Michael thought about it for a minute before replying, “He’s one of the most loyal people I’ve ever met. Once he decides that you’re good people, there’s nothing he won’t do for you. He really loves Pieter; they’re so good together and I trust him with my daughter. Is that what you wanted to know?”

Cees-Rein sighed and put his feet up on the handy hammock. “I knew he was a good man when he gave Minouche the chance to tell the truth. If he had any designs on Pieter at that time, he wouldn’t have done it that way. I was just worried you see? After what happened, I was concerned that Pieter was making a mistake. Not with Grant but getting involved again so quickly.”

“You really should talk to Pieter about this.”

“You’re right, which is why I was so glad to take Dr. Visser’s place on this trip.”

“Dr. van den Hoogenband, you don’t need an excuse to visit. You’re Pieter’s father and he loves you; our house is always open to you.”

“I wasn’t sure he’d want to see me. We had words before he left; words while he was divorcing Minouche.” The older man’s voice shook. “I’ve never spoken to Pieter like that but I was so mad and I took it out on him.”

“Were you mad at Minouche?”

“No, myself. I should have stopped him from marrying her. She was never what he wanted but he tried always to please us, to please me.”

“You can’t blame yourself, Dr. van den Hoogenband-”

“Michael, please. Call me Cees.”

&&

Michael and Cees talked during the rest of the wait and through the first hour of the flight, both men finally needing to sleep. The plane landed at nine ten am and after retrieving their bags, Michael hailed a cab.

“Ian and Pieter aren’t meeting us?”

Shaking his head, Michael grinned. “Oh, we’re surprising them.”

“Do you think that’s wise?”

“They’re retired, they can use some excitement. Don’t worry Cees; they’re already up and eating breakfast. Ian makes really great pancakes and he’ll probably make the regular batch, so they’ll be plenty for me, uh, us.”

&&

The cab pulled up in the drive and Michael paid the fare with a nice tip then unloaded the truck. He hoisted his bags up and eagerly led the way to the back door, pulling out his house keys once he was there.

He held the door for Cees and dropped his bag in the mud room, already able to smell the bacon, eggs and yes, pancakes being made.

“Honey, I’m home!”

“Michael?”

“Daddy!” Chloe yelled, running into the mudroom to be scooped up by her father. “Daddy, you’re home!”

“That’s what I just said.” Michael gave her a big hug, looking up to see Ian standing in the doorway. “There you are!”

“What are you doing here?”

“I missed you guys so much that we flew out last night, barely waited to get my medal.” Michael walked forward and drew Ian into the hug. “I wanted to come home.”

“You’re here now, love.” Ian said softly, rubbing gently up and down Michael’s back. He saw Pieter’s father waiting by the door and gave Michael a quick kiss. “We’ve got a guest and I’ll bet the bacon is close to burning. Let’s go into the kitchen?”

“Oh. Okay. Ian, you know Pieter’s father?”

“Yes, we’ve met several times. It’s good to see you again, Dr. van den Hoogenband.”

“Good to see you again too Ian. And this must be Chloe.” Cees said, smiling genially. Chloe responded with a little wave then hiding her face in Michael’s neck.

“Please, come into the kitchen. Are you hungry?”

“Yes and It smells delicious.”

The group moved to the kitchen and Ian hurriedly set two other places and pulled another chair over. Chloe remained wrapped around her father telling him all the things he missed while he was away.

“Guess what?”

“What?”

“I swam all the way across the pool with my head down. Uncle Grant saw me do it.”

“You did?”

“Uh huh. And I got a ninety three on my math homework. And Gadget almost caught a squirrel yesterday.”

“Which one?”

“Bobby, the black squirrel who lives in Mr. Troy’s yard. And Connie at school brought cookies, the homemade kind. Can we make cookies today so I can take some to school tomorrow?”

“I don’t know if we have the ingredients-”

“I bought them on Friday.” Ian said as he flipped a pancake.

“Then I guess we’re making cookies this afternoon. Ian, are Grant and Pieter up yet?”

“Yes, they were up here earlier; they’ll be back in a moment.”

“They went to get their swim stuff. Are we still going to the pool?” Chloe asked, looking between her fathers.

“Of course we are. I slept on the plane and Papa has a meet this weekend.”

“Is Papa leaving now?”

“Nope, he’ll only be thirty miles up the road and we’re going to see him on Friday night and Saturday.”

“Okay. Can I go get the uncles? I’m hungry?”

Michael looked at Ian, to make sure that Grant and Pieter were really just getting their swim gear; with those two you never knew. Ian nodded and Michael put Chloe down to run over to the basement door and yell down the stairs.

“Uncle Grant and Uncle Pieter, I’m going to eat your pancakes!”

“We’re coming! Pieter can’t find his goggles.” Grant yelled back.

“Chloe, tell them that they’re in the car.” Ian said and Chloe relayed the information.

“See, I told you they weren’t down there Grant.” Pieter grumbled as he came up the stairs, only to stop cold when he spotted his father.

“Pappa! Wat hier doet u?”

“Een vader can't bezoekt zijn zoon?”

Pieter rushed forward and threw his arms around his father, kissing both his cheeks. “Hoe is moeder?

“Zij verzendt haar liefde.” Cees held him at arm’s length looked him over. “We’re being rude to your friends. How have you been?”

“Good. And you?”

“It was an interesting meet as I’m sure you know.” Cees cast an eye on Chloe and didn’t elaborate. He looked around the room and spotted Grant lurking by the door. “Grant! It’s good to see you again. How is your dissertation going?”

Grant looked surprised at the friendly tone in Cees’ voice but managed to answer. “It’s going fine, sir.”

“Good to hear that, imagine having two more doctors in the family!”

Even Pieter looked surprised at that and saw Michael sitting at the table. He gave Michael a considering look before turning back to his father. “We’re heading to the pool later but I can stay behind if you’re tired.”

“No need, I’d like to see where you swim; I’ve been looking forward to it and like Michael, I slept on the plane.”

“Enough chit chat. Everyone sit down before it gets cold.” Ian put the platters of eggs, bacon and pancakes on the table before going to the fridge and adding a big bowl of fruit.

The food vanished into various bellies, Michael fighting Chloe for the last pancake before agreeing to split it.

“That was a wonderful meal, Ian.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Please call me Cees, you too Grant. Doctor van den Hoogenband is such a mouthful.”

“Oh, Uncle Pieter! I didn’t get to do my greeting.” Chloe complained.

“You’re right. Go ahead, he’s sitting right there.”

Chloe got up and stood next to Cees, extending her hand. “Ik ben zeer gelukkig om u, Dr. van den Hoogenband te ontmoeten.”

“Ik ben zeer gelukkig om u te ontmoeten ook, Misser Phelps.” Cees said gravely, shaking her little hand.

“Ik hoop u van uw bezoek aan ons huis in Amerika geniet.” Chloe said, looking at Pieter when she was done.

“Very good! You said everything perfectly!” Pieter clapped his hands.

“Dank u Oom Pieter.” Chloe finished up with a curtsey and returned to her seat.

“Pieter, you’ve been teaching Chloe our language?” Cees asked.

“Yes Pappa. She’s got a lovely accent, doesn’t she?” Pieter gave Chloe a proud smile.

“It was very good. You must learn very quickly, Chloe.”

“Papa says I’m a whiz except for when it comes to math. We all work very hard on my math.”

&&

Chloe proved that she could indeed swim the length of pool and did it twice just because she could. Michael was taking it easy, spending time with her in one lane while Pieter, Grant and Ian swam and Cees sat nearby.

“Daddy, what’s the one where you swoop?”

“Swoop?”

Chloe moved her arms out and over. “This one.”

“Ah, that’s the butterfly.”

“Papa says that’s your sig-.” Chloe struggled to remember the word.

“Signature stroke?”

“Yep. What’s that mean? You’re not holding a pen.”

It took Michael a minute. “Oh, it’s a different meaning then signing your name. Papa meant that it’s the stroke I’m best known for.”

“Can you teach it to me?”

“Um. It’s not easy to do and it can hurt your back. How about you learn the backstroke and the breaststroke first, then we’ll go on to the butterfly?”

“Okay, what’s the backstroke?”

Michael lifted her up and put her on the pool deck. The rule was that if one of them wasn’t actively with Chloe or watching her, she had to be on the deck.

“Okay, I’m going to show you the backstroke.” Michael got into position and looked up at her. “Give me a countdown.”

“Three, two, one go!”

Michael kicked off and concentrated on form over speed, making the turn at the end of the pool and coming back. He touched the wall and flipped over onto his feet. “What do you think?”

“I want to try!”

&&

Michael was the one who remembered that their four door SUVs had a third row of seats in the back, so they could all travel together. Ian was driving, Grant had shotgun, Pieter and Cees were in the second row with Michael and Chloe in the rear.

“Pappa, we normally stop at the grocery store on the way home; do you mind coming along or do you want to go back to the house?”

“I’m here to experience your life, Pieter. Do whatever you normally do. And if I might ask, why was there no one else at the pool? I thought you swam with a club on Sundays?”

“We swim with them every other week. Chloe is not allowed to swim there so we rent the YMCA pool; it works out well and it’s nice not having to fight for a lane.”

“What does Chloe do when you’re swimming?”

“Uncle Grant helps me with my math in the library or Oom Pieter teaches me Dutch, Grootvader.” Chloe said, repeating ‘grootvader’ two more times. She loved saying that word and Cees had granted her permission to use it although he wasn’t really her grandfather.

“Ian, do you have the list?” Michael asked from the backseat causing Chloe, Grant and Pieter to laugh.

“Daddy! Papa always remembers the list. Why do you always ask?”

“Because one day he might decide to surprise us.”

“I have it!” Ian announced from the front seat. “Pieter, you’ve got lunch duty so what’s today’s secret item?”

“Oh.” Pieter turned his head and looked at Chloe. “Well then, we’re looking for something purple.”

“Is it a vegetable, Oom Pieter?”

“Yes it is.”

“Eggplant! Are we having cheesy eggplant and tomato sandwiches?”

“We are indeed. You’re a good guesser!”

“Or you just need to expand your lunch repertoire, Pieter.”

“Hush up Grant!”

Once at the store, Ian pulled out his list and they split up; Pieter and Ian heading for the vegetable and fruit section while Grant and Michael took Chloe to the seafood and meats.

Cees decided to go with Pieter and Ian and watched them pick and choose among the copious selection Whole Foods offered, a variety of which made it into the basket.

“Ian, are those strawberries on the list?”

Pausing, Ian admitted that they were not. “But I didn’t know they’d have any.”

“Then put them on the list for next week.”

“But they’ll be gone!”

“They’re also six dollars a pound!”

Sighing, Ian grabbed the handle of the basket and moved on much to Cees’ amusement. They finished that portion of the shopping and met the rest of the household in the dairy section. Cheese was always a point of contention, especially the gourmet kind.

Ian consulted his list. “Michael, we need provolone and mozzarella. Grant, you’re on Swiss and blue crumbles. Pieter, Swiss and Gouda please. Chloe and I will pick out the cheddar.”

The group split up and returned with their packages, Cees guarding their baskets.

“Okay, what special cheese are we getting this week?” Ian asked as they all looked at Chloe.

“We’re studying England.”

“English cheese it is.”

They trooped over to the right section and checked it out, deciding on Wensleydale; a mild white cheese that the cheese monger said would go well with apples.

“We’re going to the bakery next, Cees but there’s a small seating area if you’d like to skip it and get a cup of coffee.”

“No need, this is very interesting; I’ve never been in a market here. I had no idea there was this much variety.”

“They aren’t all like this. This one’s for the foodie type but we like their meats and produce and they have things regular markets don’t.”

“It’s still very interesting. It reminds me of a market in Europe.”

“I think that’s the look they’re going for, Pappa.” Pieter said, half cynically.

Breads were chosen and they finished up the shopping, Ian pulling out the credit card they used for all the groceries. Pieter and Michael pulled out their reusable totes and began bagging everything as Grant and Chloe put the groceries on the check out belt.

The car was loaded carefully and they all took their seats again for the rest of the journey home.

“Guys, can you handle the prep while Chloe and I take our walk? We’re running a bit late today.” Ian asked as he merged back onto the main road.

“No problem,” Grant said, answering for all of them.

“When are we baking cookies, Daddy?”

“After lunch, Sweet Pea.”

&&

Lunch was made and eaten, cookies were baked and taste tested and the household settled down. Chloe was playing in the sun room and Grant, Michael and Ian pulled out their school work in the family room.

Pieter gave Cees a tour of his and Grant’s apartment then settled in the kitchen while working on preparing the evening meal, a casserole adaptation of the Chicken au gratin stir fry they all liked.

“Do you always cook lunch and dinner on Sundays?”

“Yes, it gives the rest of them a chance to catch up on their classes and it will work well when I start my residency. We all make 4 meals a week except Grant who has three. After June, he’ll take my breakfast on Fridays because I have to be out of the house early. The schedule’s on the side of the fridge, if you’d like to take a look.”

Cees got up and looked at the color coded paper, “Is this Ian’s handiwork?”

“Yes, he’s got us on a good routine.”

“Have you given up on finding a place of your own with Grant?”

“We have our own place but we also have our friends nearby. Having Chloe here just makes it all the more fun.”

“You don’t have to be defensive, Pieter. I think you’ve built a fine life here and I’m very proud of you. Tell me about your volunteering; is it at the hospital we passed?”

&&

Chloe went up to bed at eight and after three chapters; she was fast asleep much to Michael’s relief. He loved her but he really wanted to spend time alone with Ian and went quickly down the hall to their room.

Ian was standing at the sink, flossing his teeth and wearing only a robe when Michael walked in the bathroom, turned on the shower and started taking his clothes off. Ian threw away the floss and quickly brushed his teeth, looking at Michael in the mirror.

“She’s asleep?” Ian asked after he washed his mouth out.

“Yep.” Michael put his clothes in the hamper and stepped under the water. “Ah, it’s good to be home.”

“You had a very successful meet but it wasn’t a good trip, was it?”

“Not by a long shot. That Coburn guy is weird all the way around.” Michael said, moving over to make room for Ian.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.” Ian said, putting his arms around Michael and pulling him close.

“Hey, we both have responsibilities and he might have hurt you. I think he’s got some kind of obsession about you.”

“What do you mean?”

“He said he likes pretending that he’s the great Ian Thorpe.”

“He has the great part right but as for the rest, he’s much too short and his nose!”

“Ian you really have no room, literally, to talk about anyone’s nose. He’s short, obnoxious and a real loser. We should call your parents and David and Christina, just in case he tries something with them when he gets home.”

“You think he will?” Ian asked as he picked up the soap and started lathering up his hands.

“He showed up at my hotel room with a bottle of wine and he’s only seventeen.” Michael turned around when Ian elbowed him so his back could be washed.

“Okay. I trust your instincts and I’ll call them tomorrow morning; it wouldn’t hurt to give them an update. Our tickets for Sydney arrived Wednesday.”

“Maureen told me. I owe her flowers and a nice dinner the next time we’re in New York. She really came through for me in San Diego.”

Ian chuckled. “I’ll take care of the flowers tomorrow. She needs to quit working for Tim and set herself up as a travel agent; she truly can work miracles.” Ian let his hands drift around Michael’s waist, pulling Michael back against him, kissing Michael’s neck. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” Michael twisted in Ian’s arms and slung his own arms around Ian’s neck, leaning in for a long lush kiss. He soon found himself turned back around with Ian’s hips grinding into his, Ian’s hand on his cock and an orgasm rushing through him.

“Wow.”

“Oh, that’s only the start. I’ve got more plans for you, my dear.” Ian said, quickly washing his hair and Michael’s before stepping out of the shower, pulling Michael’s languid body out behind him. “We’re on a schedule here.”

“A schedule?”

“Yes. Shower, counter, bed, more bed. Remember?” Ian picked up a towel and started drying Michael. “It’s almost nine and you’ve got class at eight which means you’ll be up at six. If we don’t lollygag, you should still get a good night’s sleep.”

Michael giggled silently; Trust Ian. “What happened to the stuff by the sink?”

“I put it in the cupboard; no need to go knocking stuff off. Now hop up love.”

“You want me to put my butt on that cold marble?”

“Oh, sorry.” Ian picked up a clean towel and folded it over, placing it on the edge.

Michael hopped up and got comfortable. “This isn’t a very romantic-” He started to say when Ian’s lips became attached to his neck. “Oh. Never mind.”

Ian made love to him fast and hard, making sure that Michael felt every thrust; washing away all thoughts of San Diego and Steve Coburn from his mind. Michael wasn’t quite ready to come again but he enjoyed the ride, stroking various parts of Ian.

After Ian came, he pulled Michael back into the shower and tenderly washed him, his mood softening as he leaned his head against Michael’s.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what, baby?”

“For strong arming you into sex.”

“I didn’t see any handcuffs, Ian.”

“I just hate the thought that you’re not safe.”

“I know. I feel very possessed, if it makes you feel any better.”

Ian grimaced. “I should have just whipped my dick out and peed a circle around you.”

“Gross but effective. Ian, I know you’re possessive and you know I don’t mind.”

“I feel like a Neanderthal.”

“Oh, you’re much too well groomed for that role.” Michael said with a grin, tickling along Ian’s ribs. “It’s okay that you have to stake your territory when I’ve been gone. I’ve done the same to you.”

“I’m trying to be good you know. I’d like nothing better than to lock you away in this room with me.”

“What about food?”

“Grant could slide things under the door.”

“And Chloe?”

“There’s the intercom and you could wave at her from the window.”

“School?”

“We have a network connection in here, you could take them over the web. Any other objections?”

“Sounds like you’ve got it all planned out.” Michael said, turning off the water again. “I’m glad we decided to get that new water heater.”

“Me too. And that Grant and Pieter have their own.” Ian caught the towel that Michael threw him.

They drifted into the bedroom and got between the sheets, cuddling up as always. “Do you feel better now?”

“Yes I do, love. Thank you for understanding.”

“You’re welcome. Are you ready for the meet this week?”

“I think so. I’ve been using the pool at school between classes.”

“I can tell.” Michael said, his hand petting over Ian’s stomach.

“Are you inferring something?”

“Me?” Michael asked innocently. “Of course not. Your starts were looking good today.”

“Thank you. Did Chloe ask you about swimming the fly?”

“Yeah but I think she’s too young still and I’d like to make sure her back is strong enough.” Michael’s hand drifted up to play with Ian’s nipple.

“Good. Oh!” Ian gasped when Michael’s mouth followed his hand. Ian stretched his arms out, giving Michael free reign and soon was spreading his legs so Michael could make himself comfortable between them. That mouth kept working him; his nipples, chest and torso where Michael’s private playground as he nipped, licked, nibbled and sucked.

“You taste so good, baby.”

“Michael. Michael I love you so much.” Ian moaned, his body shaking. “Please, you have to take me; I need to be yours.”

“I know baby.” Michael reached up and found the lube he’d hidden under the pillows, quickly preparing Ian for entry. He knelt and raised Ian’s long legs to rest against his own chest before slowly sinking home.

“God, Ian!” Michael grunted as Ian’s passage closed around his cock.

Ian cried out and reached down to stroke his own penis. “Hurry, love. I won’t last long.”

Michael took him at his work and began thrusting hard and fast, much as Ian had done in the bathroom earlier. Despite their earlier orgasms, both were too excited by the sensations and came mere moments later; Michael’s hips jerking uncontrollably as he shot his sperm deep inside Ian.

He finally moved over and helped Ian lower his legs, both of them breathless and sweaty. Michael pulled Ian into his arms and rolled until Ian was on top of him and kissed his face over and over as he whispered, “I love you. I hate going away. You’re the only one I want, the only one who can make me feel like this.”

Ian’s lips met his and he finally felt like he was home, safe with his family.

“I love you so much, Michael.” Ian said with one last kiss before rolling off Michael to reach for a baby wipe and began cleaning them up a bit. The towels were disposed of and he got back under the sheet, pulling the covers up over them.

“I wish we really could stay home all the time.” Michael said absently as he played with the hair at the back of Ian’s neck.

“Me too. Whole Foods does deliver and we could get the rest of the stuff off the internet.”

“The other kids would probably pick on Chloe for having weird parents though.”

“True. We’ll just have to wait until she’s in college.” Ian kissed Michael’s brow and tightened his arms.

DUTCH TRANSLATIONS:
Beminde: beloved
Pappa! Wat hier doet u: Dad! What are you doing here
Een vader can't bezoekt zijn zoon: A father can’t come to see his son
Hoe is moeder: How is mother
Zij verzendt haar liefde: she sends her love
Ik ben zeer gelukkig om u, Dr. van den Hoogenband te ontmoeten:
I am very pleased to meet you Dr. van den Hoogenband
Ik ben zeer gelukkig om u te ontmoeten ook, Misser Phelps:
I am very pleased to meet you too, Miss Phelps
Ik hoop u van uw bezoek aan ons huis in Amerika geniet:
I hope you enjoy your stay at our home and in America
Dank u Oom Pieter: Thank you Uncle Pieter
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