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December 25, 2005 Ann Arbor, MI

“Michael, do you have a minute?” Margaret whispered as she came into the kitchen where Michael was emptying the dishwasher.

“Sure Margaret. What’s up?” Michael leaned down and kept his voice low.

“I was thinking that with Fred and Jackie coming on Tuesday, that your mom will feel a little out of place amongst all the couples.”

“I see where you going with this. Do you think I should call Ryan and see if he’d like to come out?”

“That’s just what I was thinking.”

“Um. Has he met Dad yet?” He figured out earlier that day that Margaret had known all about Ryan, which was only logical as Margaret and Debbie talked at least once a week and had gotten quite close.

“Yes, they met at right after Thanksgiving and Debbie said they seemed to get along.”

Michael thought about it for a minute and then steeled himself. “Okay, I realln’t n’t want to know this but would mom be comfortable sharing a room with him?”

“No, not here which is why I think we should put your dad and Jackie in our room, Ken and Ryan can take the room on the first floor and your mum and I can share her room.” Margaret smiled, having figured the whole thing out.

“Does mom know you’re doing this?”

“No, of course n She She wouldn’t dream of asking you to have Ryan out here so soon after telling you but can’t you tell that she misses him?”

“Why? I told her I wanted to meet him and she has been a little down, now that you mention it. I guess it’s pretty serious between them, huh?”

“Didn’t the fact he introduced her to his family tell you anything?”

“All right. I guess you have his number?”

Margaret produced a scrap of paper and pressed into his hand. “Do you think I’d bring it up if I didn’t?”

“Fine.” Michael knew better than to question a master tactician. “Keep her occupied in the living room while I call him but don’t blame me if he can’t come.”

Margaret snuck back out of the room in such a manner that Michael was hard put to not laugh. He finished putting away the dishes and checked that the stove was off, thinking about his mother. The fact that she even mentioned Ryan was a telling point and she seemed to brighten up when ever she talked about him. Michael was long over the pain on his parents divorce and never thought like Hilary and Courtney had that their parents would get back together.

He sighed and went over the phone. All that mattered was that his mom was as happy as he was and the sooner he got a look at Ryan the better he’d feel so he’d might as well make the call.

The phone was picked up on the second ring and a female voice answered. “Hello?”

“Uh, hi. Is Ryan Callahan there?”

“Sure. Hang on, he’s just coming in the door.” She put the phone down and Michael could hear her talking to a man with a familiar voice. After a moment, that voice came onto the line.

“This is Ryan Callahan, can I help you?”

“Hi Mr. Callahan, this is Michael; Debbie’s son. Did you have a good Christmas?”

“Hello again, Michael. Yes, we had a grand time, how was yours?” Ryan was clearly wondering why Michael was calling although he was too polite to ask and Michael wasn’t going to string it out.

“We had a good time. Actually I was calling to ask if you’d be able to come out here for a couple of days.”

“Is Debbie okay? She’s not ill, is she?”

“No, no. She’s fine. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to worry you. It’s just that Margaret, that’s Ian’s mom suggested that with Ken and her here and Dad andkie kie coming that mom would feel a little out of place with all the couples and she’s been missing you.”

“Ah, she doesn’t know you’re doing this, does she?”

“No sir.” Michael said a little nervously.

“Please, call me Ryan and I’ve missed her too. Your mother is a fine woman and she means quite a lot to me.”

“I’m glad to hear that. I know this is a little weird, me calling you like this but since she told me this morning, I’ve been thinking about it and I’d realikelike to meet you.”

“I was looking forward to meeting you too. I know your mom was dreading telling you but it seems like you’re taking it well.”

“She’s my mom, she’s a smart woman. You’ve got to be pretty special for her to have been dating you for as long as she has and I trust her judgment.”

“Well, to be honest, Michael, your sisters are still a little put out over this and I was quite nervous myself over her telling you. Let me see about getting a flight out, if you’re sure about this.”

“I’m sure. I think it will go a long way in helping mom believe that I’m not upset. She keeps looking at me like she expects me to start objecting.”

Ryan laughed. “Why don’t I give you a call to tomorrow after I’ve made come calls. Thanks, Michael.” Ryan’s words seemed heartfelt and Michael was suddenly glad he’d called.

“You’re welcome, Ryan. Have a good night.” Michael hung up the phone and turned to find Ian leaning in the doorway, staring at him. “Hey, you know that whole eavesdropping thing? I’m beginning to think you are that sneaky.”

“I was just coming in for juice and mom filled me in on the plan while Deb’s in the bathroom. What did he say?”

“He’s going to look into getting a flight.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Why? Don’t you think it’s a good idea?”

“I think it’s a nice idea but aren’t you at all upset?”

“Over mom dating? Not really.” Michael snuggledto Ito Ian and put his arms around his lover’s waist. “I don’t want to her to spend the rest of her life alone. She’s not a nun you know. And if she turned down the opportunto hto have a good life with someone just because I’d be upset about it, that would make me the biggest prick in the universe. Besides, I’m in love and I think everyone else should be just as happy as I am.”

“You’re in love? With anyone I know?” Ian wrapped his arms around Michael and started swaying, dancing them slowly around the kitchen.

“I don’t think you’ve met him actually. He’s this tall guy, about your height. Blonde and very dashing.”

“Dashing? He sounds charming.”

“Oh, he is. He’s very sexy and a bit of a romantic. He’s also quite smart.”

“You’ll have to introduce us sometime.” Ian took Michael’s ear in his teeth and nibbled.

“Uh-huh. What did you say?” Michael asked rather dazed.

Ian chuckled and let his hands drift up Michael’s back. “You’re so cute when you’re befuddled.”

“Um, okay.” Michael slinked a hand under Ian’s shirt and slid it up until iverevered Ian’s nipple, arching his neck to give Ian better access to his neck.

“Don’t mind me, just getting a refill on my coffee.” Debbie breezed in and headed for the coffee pot.

Ian halted their little dance and std lid licking Michael’s neck causing him to give a little whimpe pro protest. “Wha? Why’d you stop?” Michael straightened his head and caught Ian’s eye shift to the corner. Michael turned his head, spotting his mother and surprisingly just hooked his chin over Ian’s shoulder.

“Hey mom. Is it too late to call Grandma? I just realized we hadn’t called her.”

“Its only five o’clock so no, its not too late. Thanks for reminding me. She should be back in her room now.” Debbie crossed over to the phone and dialed, speaking to the operator at the care facility before being transferred to her mother’s room.

Michael hummed softly and swayed in Ian’s arms for a moment before kissing his cheek and whispering in his ear. “We should go back to the Nect some time soon, I like dancing with you.”

“I like dancing with you too. Maybe we’ll go the week after the semester starts, sound good?”

“Yep. Guess I better talk to Grandma.”

Ian kissed his nose annkednked. “Give her my love, I’ll go see what mum and dad have gotten up to. Rain check?”

“You bet.”

&&

After a few hours of playing Scattergories, one of Debbie’s gifts to Ian and Michael; they all decided to head up to bed around nine. Ian and Michael made sure the house was locked up, made sure the fire was out and the lights turned off before going up themselves.

“Ian, what time do you want to go in tomorrow?” Michael asked as picked up his toothbrush.

“Early I suppose; we’ll need to put extra time in. Are the parents planning on going shopping tomorrow?”

“I know the moms are but your dad wants to skip it. You think he might like coming with us?”

“That’s a good idea, he mentioned wanting to meet Bob and see where we trained. Hang on a minute.” Ian strode from the room and went down the hall to gently knock on the door of his parents room. After a short conversation, he returned with a smile.

“Thanks Michael, he was tickled that you thought of him.”

“You’re welcome. It’ll be fun. We’ll have a guy’s day.”

“Good. Are we showering?” Ian spread toothpaste on his brush and began cleaning his teeth.

“Depends on what you have in mind tonight.” Michael winked at Ian in the mirror. “It’s kind of early though so maybe a bath? We were running around out there for over an hour and I feel a little tight.”

Ian nodded fervently, so Michael went and turned the taps on in the tub, adjustihe the temperature before heading over to the toilet.

Ian rinsed his mouth out and tidied the sink area. “I’ll turn down the bed and turn on the electric blanket. How about seven for the alarm?”

“Okay. Hey, is the floor heater on?”

Ian checked the control and flipped the switch on. “No, but it is now.” He went into the bedroom and grabbed an extra sheet for the bed. They both hated sleeping on messy sheets but they were an unfortunate reality. The extra sheet kept them from having to remake the bed every night. After the electric blanket was switched on and pulled up to warm the bed, Ian made sure the door was locked and put the lube on the nightstand before heading back to Michael.

“Looks like it’s filling up pretty quickly. Shall we get in so we don’t repeat the overflow incident?” Michael said as he stood looking down at the tub, bare feet soaking up the heat from the floor.

“Sure.” They both stripped down and threw their clothes into the hamper and carefully got into the tub, wincing at the hot water and arranging themselves, one at each end with their legs angled off the sides.

Ian reached over and hit the button to turn on the jets and they both groaned as the water hit their backs and sides. “Michael, this was another great idea. I love this tub.”

“Me too.”

After soaking for twenty minutes, they both felt much better. “I guess the combination of not swimming and all the running made me tighter than I realized.” Ian commented as he rubbed Michael’s feet.

“I know what you mean. That’s good, let me do yours now. I promise not to tickle.”

“You’d better not.” They switched their legs around and Michael pressed his thumbs into the sole of Ian’s feet, causing his eyes to roll up in delight.

Ian’s feet rubbed and the water rapidly cooling, they decided it was time to get out. It was a rather risky exercise with both of them in the tub but they managed to do it without either one of them slipping or tripping.

After drying off, they both quickly went into the bedroom and got into bed, naturally gravitating until they were snuggled up together, kissing.

Michael’s hand wandered down to stroke Ian’s back and he slung a leg over Ian’s hips.

“Are you sore from last night?” Ian asked as he licked down Michael’s throat.

“A little but it just meant I was thinking about you all day.”

“I like it when you think of me but-”MichMichael sighed and resisted the urge to pout. “I know, swimming tomorrow. Probably not a good idea.”

“I suppose we’ll just have to make do,” Ian sighed himself and moved down to Michael’s nipples. “I’ll just have to work a little harder to thank you, won’t I?” He bent his head and sucked on a nub of flesh.

“Thank me?” Michael asked almost absently as he arched his back.

“Yes, for the gym and all the other nice things you’ve doneay. ay. You’ve been very, very good.”

“I-yes, bite me. I have?”

Ian didn’t answer but Michael didn’t care as Ian began stroking his cock while laving his nipple. Once the right nipple was red and painfully erect, Ian switched to the other and slid his hand down to Michael’s balls, rolling them around and pressing a finger to Michael’s perineum.

Michael raised a knee to give Ian more room to work and moved his own hand down to Ian’s cock. They both moaned and Ian decided that they were both ready.

“Nice and easy, tonight. Okay, love?”

Michael nodded and reached for the lube, popping the cap open with his thumb before handing it to Ian. Ian spread a little on his hand and quickly applied it to Michael’s cock before handing it back to Michael and swingins les leg over Michael’s hips. “Get me ready.”

Michael dabbed some lube on his fingers as Ian bent down to take his mouth. Michael stretch his arm down and found Ian’s anus, slicking him up quickly as Ian continued to stroke Michael’s cock, their lips and tongues tangling together.

Ian waited for Michael to finish and then rose on his knees. Michael held his cock steady as Ian slowly slid down it. They both paused and Ian bit his lip, riding out the burning sensation.

“Okay, baby?”

Ian nodded, leaning back. “Feels good.” Ian rose up and sank back down spreading his hand across Michael’s chest, while Michael put his hands on Ian’s hips to help steady him and flexed his own hips up on Ian’s next slide down. “Love, you feel so good.”

Ian bent down again, sandwiching his own cock in between their bodies and began lifting and dropping his hips, sucking on Michael’s neck. Michael’s little sighs and whimpers where driving him crazy and he twisted his hips a little, grinding down on Michael’s cock and feeling the head brush his prostate. It felt so good he did it again and gasped into Michael’s skin. “Oh, fuck.”

“Are you close?”

Ian could only nod, trying to catch his breath. He cleared his throat and croaked out, “Are you?”

“Yeah.” Michael put his feet flat causing his penis to go even deeper into Ian’s channel and Ian stifled a scream. “Let me help.” Michael levered a hand in between them and spread it over Ian’s cock, pressing his thumb under the head.

“Fuck, yes. Jesus, Michael.” Ian’s eyelids fluttered and he returned the favor by tightening his anus around Michael, making both of them shudder.

“Holy hell, Ian.” Michael whispered fervently.

Ian lifted and rose, going faster and soon tensed in orgasm, spilling his sperm all over Michael’s stomach. The clenching spasms around Michael’s cock set him off and he arched his back, his come filling Ian.

Ian fell off to one side and slung an arm over Michael, straightening out his legs and trying to catch his breath. Michael lay gasping himself and twined his fingers with Ian’s, murmuring endearments in Ian’s ear.

Once their breathing calmed, Michael reached over and got the box of baby wipes. He handed a few to Ian before taking several for himself and they cleaned up a little, throwing the soiled wipes into the trash can. Ian hauled himself up and went into the bathroom while Michael removed the extra sheet and pulled the blankets back up and replaced the pillows before joining Ian in a quick sink bath.

“You know, I think we have a clean fetish.”

Ian snorted. “I don’t think of it as a fetish, we’re both just used to being in the water and feeling clean. I love getting sweaty with you but I hate sleeping in grubby sheets.”

“I’m not complaining, I don’t really like sleeping in hotels because I don’t know where the sheets have been. I guess it’s only a fetish if one of us does it and the other one thinks its weird.”

They both got back in bed and pulled the covers up, Ian spooning behind Michael. “I think if we ever resorted to getting those rubber backed sheets people use on baby beds, then we’ve gone too far.”

“Ew. Okay, if I ever find myself wondering through the baby department, I’ll call you to talk me out of it.”

“Count on it. No wonder babies can’t sleep through the night, those things are icky.”

“I’m not going to ask just how you know that.”

“Good, because it doesn’t reflect well on me. It was a good Christmas, wasn’t it?”

“Uh huh. Remind me tomorrow to take some of the leftovers with us to the pool.”

“For who?”

“Me. In fact, I’m actually kind of hungry right now. Let me up, I think I hear the mashed potatoes calling my name.” Michael squirmed away and went into the closet to get some sweats.

Ian was going to razz Michael about his appetitein win when he realized he was actually kind of hungry himself. “I think you’re rubbing off on me.” Ian rolled out of bed.

“I don’t think I rub off on you nearly enough.” Michael said suggestively, walking out wearing socks, sweat pants and sweatshirt.

“Ha. You sex maniac, I was talking about food. Give me a minute and I’ll go down with you.”

“But that will mean less for me.” Michael tried to use the puppy dog eyes but Ian only chuckled and pinched him on the ass on the way to dress. “Ow.”

“Oh I barely touched you.” Ian slipped quickly into his own sweats and pulled on a pair of socks, stopping to get both of their pairs of slippers. “Here. You’re not getting back into bed with me if unless you put these”
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Michael grumbled that he was wearing socks but put his on. Ian cracked the door open and they stealthily went down stairs, trying not to wake up their parents.

Ian flipped on the kitchen light and started getting out the leftovers while Michael got out the bread.

“You know, this is our house but I kind of feel like we’re doing something naughty.”

Ian laughed. “You didn’t feel like we were doing something naughty a few minutes ago?”

“No, that was just us. Sneaking down to the kitchen when the folks are in bed, that’s naughty. Hey, you trust me?”

“Well, duh.”

“Let me make our sandwiches, I think you’ll like it.”

Ian shrugged, “Okay.”

He watched as Michael took out two big rolls and opened them up, spreading mayonnaise on each side before carefully placing pieces of turkey and layers of cranberry sauce, coleslaw, mashed potatoes, a few pickle slices and topped with a thin film of sauerkraut. The sandwiches were thick but manageable but Ian wondered if he’d be able to choke it down. Michael noticed the look on Ian’s face and patted his back.

“I know, it looks strange but it’s like having a little bit of dinner with each bite.” Michael zapped two small containers of gravy and cut the sandwiches in half, putting them on plates with a few peas and olives before taking them over to the table. “Would you pour me a glass of m”
”

“Is that a required part of this?”

“Well I like it but you can have whatever you want.”

Ian poured two glasses of milk and sat down with some trepidation.

“Ian, take a bite and if you don’t like it, I’ll finish yours.”

Ian looked at him with suspicion and picked up one of his sandwich halves. He watched as Michael dipped a corner of his sandwich into the gravy and take a big bite, his eyes closing in pleasure.

“Oh well.” Ian did the same and froze. The explosion of tastes across his palate was surprisingly delicious ae que quickly dipped and took another bite. “Wow. It is like a little taste of Christmas. How did you come up with this?”

“Back when I was ten or eleven. My mom told me I could only have one sandwich so I figured I’d better make it a good one.”

They followed up their sandwiches with small slices of apple pie, getting a little silly, playing footsy under the table and telling each other about previous holiday high jinks. They put everything away and snuck back upstairs, trying to keep their giggles under control until they were in their room with the door closed. They piled into bed and snuggled under the covers and fell asleep, contented and happy.

&&

The sun rose brightly the next morning and Ken was up early with them, eager to go. They left the SUV for the women and got in the Deville, the roads had been cleared but they were still a little slippery and Michael felt better having the moms in the heavier vehicle, especially one his mother had driven before.

“This is a nice neighborhood. Do you get on with the neighbors?”

“Pretty much, dad. Mr. Brenner, across the street there is a little bit of a tight ass but everyone else has been very friendly. Alan and Joanne Wilkins, there in the yellow house, are great people.

“Mr. Brenner’s a tight ass with the whole neighborhood. He’s still complainingut tut the Taylor’s, they live up the hill, having one of those blowup Santa things in their yard.”

“Which is ridiculous because the street dead ends right past their house and he never drives up there.” Ian added.

“He sees it when he’s walking his dog, that’s enough.”

Ken nodded wisely, “Ah he’s one of those kinds of neighbors.”

“Yeah, we’ve already been warned that if we put in a pool or even a basketball hoop on the garage, he’ll be right over.” Michael put on his blinker and turned onto the highway.

“Oh, are you thinking about getting a pool?”

Ian shook his head. “I think Joanne only mentioned it because we’re swimmers and people just assumed we’d want one. But we’d have to enclose it because of the weather.”

“Not just the weather. I wouldn’t put a pool in without enclosing it because it would be a kid magnet and we’re not home enough to keep every one of them out, especially the teenagers. Same thing with a basketball hoop.”

“Michael, I thought you liked kids.”

o ano and I really like having fun with the ones around the neighborhood but I don’t want them around the house.” Michael caught Ken’s eye in the rearview mirror and saw the understanding dawn.

“I never thought of it like that. Just because you’re gay? Do people automatically assume that makes you pedophiles?”

“No, but why give people a reason?”

“That’s such a shame, having to think like that.”

“Actually dad, a few of the parents in the neighborhood were rather glad when I showed up. All the ones who had teenage daughters who spent time mooning over Michael.” Ian grinned as Michael groaned.

“God, don’t remind me. Every time I run into one of those girls, they give me these mournful looks.”

Ken chuckled. “It could be worse, Michael. The teenage boys in the neighborhood could be making passes at you.”

“Argh! Ken!” Michael was tempted to close his eyes but it wasn’t a good idea while he was driving so he saw Ian’s cheeks redden slightly as his lover quickly turned his head to look out the window. “Oh, I sense a story.”

“Dad, don’t tell!” Ian pleaded.

“Alright, son.” Ken said, winking at Michael and mouthing ‘I’ll tell you later.’

&&
While Michael and Ian were in and around the pool, Ken spent some time talking to Bob and getting the grand tour, Bob introducing him to the other swimmers and staff before having to get back to work.

Ken found a bench in front of the windows and sat down, pulling off his jacket. He’d brought the boys’ newspaper along, snagged a cup of coffee from the staff room at Bob’s suggestion and happily settled in to read, occasionally dropping the pages to watch the action in the pool. It was much better than fighting his way through a shopping center, trailing his wife.

“Hey Ian.” Ian turned around as he hung from the edge of the pool, surprised that Michael was speaking to him during training.

“What?”

“It looks like your dad likes that spot too.” Michael nodded his head and swam off as Ian looked over. His father had stretched out and seemed to be snoozing, much like Ian often did when sitting there. Chuckling under his breath, Ian shook his head and kicked off.

&&

“So boys, where shall we go for brunch?” Ken asked as they walked to the car.

“It’s almost eleven so that opens up more possibilities. What do you think, Michael?”

“We could go to the Broken Egg, or maybe Angelo’s. We could pick up some bread there too. How about the University Club, at the Union?”

“How about it dad? Want the full college experience?”

“That seems like fun, is that where all the kids hang out?”

“I’m not sure how many people will be around now but normally there’s a crowd. It’s where the games room is along with a couple of food places.”

“Then let’s go there.”

&&

Ken enjoyed being shown around the building and kept murmuring about his son, the college student. Ian was torn between embarrassment and delight, Michael settled on calling Ian ‘Joe College’ and picking out a rugby polo shirt in the school’s colors for Ken.

“We’ll have to get a shirt for Margaret too. How about this one?” Michael held up a blue sweatshirt with scrolled lettering.

“I like it. Give it over, mum doesn’t need any more reasons to love you.”

“Quite right, you’re starting to make me suspicious there. Like you’re only with Ian to get your hands on my Maggie.” Ken snatched the sweatshirt away from Ian and walked towards the register.

Michael stopped walking and Ian bumped into him. “You all right?”

“Yes, I’m thinking about it.” Michael said with a straight face before Ian bopped him on the head. “Hey, you’re messing up my hair.”

Ian nudged him and slung an arm around his waist. “I’m begging you, please don’t go there.”

“Boys, hurry it up.” Ken said from the counter.

“What, your mom’s an attractive woman. In her prime, in fact.”

“Ian, why are you trying to strangle Michael?”

“He deserves it, he was talking about mum.”

“Oh, carry on then.”

Back in the car, Ken brought up something Bob had mentioned. “Michael, there’s a swim meet on Thursday?”

“Oh yeah. Versus Ohio State.”

“Would it be possible to get tickets for Margaret and me? I know you and Ian aren’t swimming but I always loved going to meets.”

“Sure, that wouldn’t be a problem.”

“Wicked Awesome.”

Ian turned around and looked at his father. “Would you please not do that? We have many years before we’re toting a teenager around.”

“Ian, by that time they’ll be saying ‘Munchy Wonder’ or something we don’t understand and we’ll spend half our time wondering what the hell James Frederick is saying.”

“How true.”

“James Frederick?”

“Oh, that’s what we’re going to name our son. Well, what we joke we’re going to name him.”

“Is he James Frederick Thorpe or Phelps?”

Ian and Michael looked at each other. “Good question, Ken. We’ve never discussed it.”

“We can’t really hyphenate, it sounds funny either way. Thorpe-Phelps; Phelps-Thorpe. Prime Minister Thorpe-Phelps. President Phelps-Thorpe. See?”

“What’s the the prime minister and president stuff?”

“I read it in a baby name book. You should always give your child a name that should good after an important title. ‘International Olympic Committee President James Thorpe-Phelps announced today.’ The poor child would not only be a physical freak, he’d be picked on in playgrounds in both countries.”

“So Buffy Thorpe-Phelps, doomed to be a stripper?”

“Oh, god. I love that show but no on the Buffy. Spike Phelps-Thorpe, that has a certain ring though doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, it rings in a ‘I killed my parents for giving me this stupid name’ kind of way. It would sound really good on death row.”

“Don’t be silly, our child would be smart enough to kill us and get away with it.”

“Ian, you are a such a sick man.” Michael said, sniggering.

“Lord James Phelps-Thorpe. How about that?”

“We’d have to move to England.”

“Their swim team sucks, they’d love us over there.”

“But I’d grow mould in that weather.”

“Ah, well. Can’t be helped; think of the child. Dad, are you okay back there?”

Ken wheezed and tried to catch his breath. “Yes, I’ll be fine. God, you two boys.” He shook his head and sat back, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.
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