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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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May 7, 2010 Philadelphia, PA

Ian tossed his briefcase in the backseat, closed his door, started the car and pulled out of the parking lot carefully; he had too many plans for his summer to get into an accident. There was Paris and all the training but what he was really excited about was that he and Michael would have a nice stretch of commitment free days to spend almost any way they wanted.

Of course, they’d still have to be dressed and presentable before eight and after three every school day until June eleventh but that still left them seven hours. Ian hoped they’d spend at least half of them without leaving their room.

When he turned on to their street and drove up the hill, he spotted their teenaged neighbor, Trisha Newberg, sitting on her front porch with a group of friends and grinned; Michael must be washing his car or doing something to attract attention. Sure enough, both Michael and Grant were in the front yard, their chests and legs bare in the unseasonably hot weather, shovels in hand as they worked on enlarging the beds in front of the house.

He pulled into the drive and got out the car, feeling overly warm for a variety of reasons. Yes, Michael was certainly in fine shape and his tan was coming along nicely. Briefcase in hand, Ian stopped at the edge of the driveway.

“How long have you two been working out here?”

Michael stopped shoveling and propped his arm on the top of the shovel’s handle. “A couple of hours. We’ve already got the walkway ripped out.”

“So I see.” The slate pavers, which had become wobbly over time, were stacked neatly under one of the trees in the yard ready for reinstallation once the area was leveled. “Let me grab a quick snack and change and I’ll be out to help.”

“Thanks baby. Oh, how did your exam go?”

“I think I’ll be maintaining my grade average but I’m glad it’s over. Dr. Foster was the most boring professor and if I never hear his droning voice again, it’ll be too soon.” Ian leaned in and stole a quick kiss before heading around to the back door.

Ten minutes later, he was back in the kitchen and making several sandwiches. He loaded a tray with the sandwiches, bottles of cold water, napkins and two wet towels before taking it all out to the front porch. The dogs were lounging under the chairs and wagged their tails but neither bothered moving.

“Guys, are you hungry?”

Michael and Grant out aside their shovels and jostled each other up the stairs, gratefully taking the wet towels Ian handed them. They all took a sandwich and water, sitting on the top step and talking over the plans for the front yard. An hour later, the last of the over pruned and very ugly Leyland Cypress was hacked down and carted over to their garden debris pile.

On the way back, Michael stopped and looked at the house. “You know, it’s not so bad now that you can see the first floor.”

Ian paused beside him and nodded. “No it’s not but now it needs a paint job.”

Grant gave them both a glance, “I’ll put money in the kitty if you agree to have it professionally done. I can paint a flat wall but all that trim is too scary.”

“Don’t worry, Grant; we’ve already got several estimates. We just needed to clear the way for them, so to speak.” Ian said, patting Grant on the shoulder.

“Ian got the owner to take eight grand off the asking price because of the paint.” Michael said proudly.

“That figures. You are changing the colors, right?”

“According to one of the contractors we talked to, these are historical colors but thank god, they aren’t the only ones. We’re getting rid of the brown, yellow and pink combo but we haven’t narrowed it down yet.” Ian said, reaching for the rake. “Where’s Pieter?”

“At the hospital. He’s picking Chloe up on his way back.”

“Good of him. Was he scheduled to volunteer today?”

“No. He saw us dragging out the yard tools and left suddenly. You know how he feels about manual labor.” Grant commented, pushing the wheelbarrow closer.

When Chloe and Pieter drove up, the area in front of the house was cleared and the new path was outlined. Grant, Ian and Michael were back sitting on the steps, enjoying the sun and bottles of cold water.

Chloe climbed out of the car and ran across the yard, waving a piece of paper. “Daddy, Papa! Look what I got!” She thrust the paper under Michael’s nose.

He looked down, taking it from her to see that she’d gotten a one hundred on her math quiz. “Chloe! Congratulations. Look at this, guys.”

Grant smiled and gave her a high five. “Wow, Chloe!”

“This is wonderful, Chloe-love. Your first one hundred in math.” Ian gave her a quick kiss, not wanted to get her all sweaty.

Pieter emerged from the front door, having gone around to the back to avoid getting his shoes dirty. “It’s nice to see all that hard work she’s been doing paying off isn’t it?”

“It is indeed. Chloe, we’re all very proud of you; we’ll have to be sure and tell the grandmoms.”

“Thank you. Can I have a reward?”

“A reward?” Michael asked, fearing what she’d come up with.

“Amanda’s parents give her five dollars for every ‘A’ on her report card.”

All four men stifled sighs; Amanda was in Chloe’s home room and they’d grown heartily tired of hearing about the girl. Ian in particular thought Amanda’s parents were much too permissive but none of them approved of Amanda’s exploits.

“This isn’t your report card.”

“I know but I’m getting holes in my tennis shoes, see?” Chloe stuck her foot out and sure enough, there was a hole on the left toe of the shoe. “Can I get a new pair?”

Michael grinned, “Honey, you don’t need to get an ‘A’ to get new shoes. All you have to do is tell us. What have you been doing to get holes in your shoes anyway?”

“I don’t know. But my pants are too short too. Miss Laura says I must be going through a growth spurt.”

Ian reached out and gently pulled her closer, telling her to stand up straight. “Well, I think Miss Laura’s right. These are the pants we bought you in Sydney and they’re already too short. Are all your clothes like this?”

“Uh huh. I can’t wear my Spongebob shirt anymore, it’s too tight.”

“I guess that means we need to go shopping.” Michael said with a wince and not at the thought of spending the money. He hated to shop but he wasn’t going to leave it up to Ian.

“You’ll probably need a whole new wardrobe, Chloe. We should go through all your clothes and make lists of what you need.” Ian said enthusiastically.

Michael winced again; then again maybe Ian could handle this one all on his own.

Grant stood up quickly; he was long familiar with Ian in shopping mode and knew when to make an escape. He snagged Pieter’s hand and started for the front door. “I can see we’re no longer needed out here and it’s my turn to make dinner.”

“But I want to go shopping with Chloe!” Pieter protested.

“You’ll be shopping with Ian, Pieter.”

Pieter looked at Chloe then at Ian then moved on to Michael who was looking trapped. “Ah, well I’ll just go help you with dinner.”

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May 8, 2010 King of Prussia, PA

A man with a plan can be a dangerous thing. Ian with four different shopping lists was down right terrifying. Although Michael had tried his best to avoid being in a mall with Ian and lists, he’d felt it was his duty as Chloe’s father to be there when she needed rescuing.

He’d thrown himself on Grant and Pieter’s mercy, begging them to go along and not leave him to Ian’s whims. After a judicious use of puppy dog eyes and downright blackmail, Pieter had reluctantly agreed and then convinced Grant that it couldn’t be that bad. They all foolishly believed that until Ian handed them each a list, thoughtfully categorized by store then sorted alphabetically.

“Ian baby, there are four of us and one of Chloe. How is she supposed to try on clothes in four different places?”

“We’ll start at the first store then you’ll go on to the next store and start pulling things from your list. We’ll join you there and Pieter will go on to his first store. Wash, rinse repeat. It’s quite simple really and we should finish quicker by splitting up the work.”

“So we all get to pick out Chloe’s stuff?”

“Sure, just remember: no fur, no feathers, no bare midriff, no sayings on the arse, no platform shoes and nothing else inappropriate. There are notations on the bottoms of your lists. Of course, Chloe gets the final say but we’ll be her personal shoppers.”

Chloe liked that idea but Michael and her uncles understood that this was one way to keep her from ending up with things they wouldn’t of her wearing.

The first store, Strawbridge’s was easy enough; the list called for underwear, socks and two pair of Keds; a white pair for the summer and a navy and white saddle style one size larger for the next school year because they were on sale.

Michael went off to the next store and found the summer shorts and t-shirts from his list, giving each one a careful going over. He’d never given much thought to what little girls wore but he did agree with Ian that there were things that went over the line. Thankfully, Chloe didn’t seem to be too clothes conscious but he expected that to change soon.

Twenty minutes later, Chloe came in with her entourage and Ian whisked her away to a dressing room. By the fourth store, they’d all apologized to Ian for doubting his plan and they were finished before anyone needed rescuing.

They got home and unloaded the bags, removed tags and sorting stuff for a run through the washer then Michael, Ian and Chloe took the dogs for a walk over to Osaka to pick up lunch.

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Monday morning saw a happy Chloe in new clothes climbing out of the car and running to join her friends walking into the building. Ian sleepily returned her wave and headed back home. Despite the sunny weather, all Ian wanted to do was climb back into bed and burrow under the covers with Michael who was sleeping in today.

He parked the car on autopilot and locked the door behind Pieter who was just leaving for his volunteer shift. The alarm was activated and he made sure the cat’s dish was filled before heading back to bed.

When he opened the door to find a nude Michael lounging seductively across the bed, he knew that he’d been thoroughly fooled.

“Hi baby.”

“Hi. You’ve been busy.”

“Yep. I’m freshly bathed, brushed and thoroughly lubed. You have four minutes to shower and brush or I’m starting without you.” Michael’s hand drifted down his torso as he stared lustily at Ian.

Ian’s clothes hadn’t even settled on the floor when he reached into the shower stall to turn on the water and grabbed his toothbrush. After the quickest shower of his life and a cursory dry off, Ian stopped at the door to see Michael languidly stroking himself.

“That wasn’t four minutes!”

“I was getting lonely and you’re still way over there.”

Ian could just make out the pre-come glistening at the tip of Michael’s cock and hurried to the bed, kneeling beside his spouse and running one finger down the rigid flesh. “Michael, you know how crazy this makes me; the thought of you pleasuring yourself.”

‘I know, why do you think I’m doing it?” Michael slid his right hand down to his balls, manipulating the sacs and used his left hand on his nipple, tweaking it into a hard peak. “Are you just going to sit there and watch?”

Instead of answering, Ian ducked his head and licked the prominent ridge of Michael’s collarbone, his hand on Michael’s thigh and his eyes meeting Michael’s. “I want you to make yourself come for me and then I’m going to ride you hard; so hard you’ll still be feeling me inside of you next week. I’m going to suck on your sexy nipples until you come again no matter how long it takes.”

Michael grasped his penis hard and stroked himself, moaning as Ian spoke. Ian kept talking of all the naughty things he was going to while hitching his leg over Michael’s thigh and rubbing his own hard cock on the smooth skin of Michael’s flank.

“Oh god Baby, I’m going to come!” Michael gasped out as his hand sped up, his hips moving involuntarily.

Ian decided to help him out and lifted his head to suck on Michael’s ears. With the merest touch on his sensitive lobe, Michael went off like a rocket; his come spraying up his body as he shouted out Ian’s name.

Gathering Michael’s limp body in his arms, Ian whispered soothingly giving Michael time to recover. After a few minutes of spent kissing each other, Ian rolled onto his back and pulled Michael on top of him.

“I thought you were going to ride me until I screamed?” Michael asked, grinding his groin into Ian’s.

“I changed my mind.” Ian said, reaching down and pulling Michael upright, so his knees where on either side of Ian’s hips then putting his hand between Michael’s ass cheeks, testing out the slickness of his hole.

“Ooh, very nice.” Ian’s finger breached the ring of muscle and teasingly brushed over Michael’s prostate causing Michael to arch his back and press down.

“Ian!” Somehow Michael stretched the one syllable out to three as his cock began to fill again.

“Come on love, there’s more of that for you.” Ian said as he put his hand on Michael’s hip to lift him up, using his other hand to steady his penis as Michael slid back down both of them moaning at the sensation. Michael leaned forward, putting his hands on either side of Ian’s head and bent down so their mouths could meet.

As their tongues entwined, their hips began to move; Ian used his hands on Michael’s hips to help their motion. Michael pulled his mouth away, his chest heaving as the sweat began to build on their bodies. At the end, they were groaning loudly and Ian shouted hoarsely as his orgasm started.

An hour later after they’d both fallen asleep without bothering to clean up, Michael woke up and stared at the ceiling for a minute before realizing just why he was so itchy. Ew. He started to nudge Ian then reconsidered. His baby hadn’t slept well last week due to exams and final papers so maybe he should let Ian get sleep while he could.

Michael carefully got off the bed and padded into the bathroom, closing the door and turning on the shower before taking care of some urgent business. The water warmed quickly and he got in, making sure to wash all the itchy bits. He got out and dried off, brushing his teeth then wetting down a towel before returning to the bedroom.

Ian didn’t even budge when Michael toweled him down and pulled the sheet over him but seemed to sigh happily when Michael kissed his brow. Michael stood and just looked at him for a minute before throwing on some clothes and going downstairs to find some food. What he found was Grant sitting at the kitchen table industriously working on his dissertation.

“Oh. Uh, hi Grant.”

“Hi Michael.”

“Do you want some breakfast?”

“I bought some muffins while I was out, they’re in the counter.”

“Oh. Great.” Michael went over to the counter and picked up a chocolate chip muffin, noticing that the tea kettle was on the stove. “Do you want a refill on your tea?”

“Yes please.”

Michael sat down a couple of minutes later with two cups and his muffin, putting Grant’s cup back on his saucer. He picked at the muffin for a minute watching Grant.

“I thought you were in New York today and tomorrow?”

“I was on my way to the train station, noticed it was too nice of a day to spend cooped up in the city and came home. Nice show you two put on, by the way.” Grant finally looked up at him and winked.

Michael turned bright red and dropped his head into his hands. “Oh geeze.”

“Hey, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s nice to know you’re still having fun between the sheets even after six years and having a kid. Although I’ve never heard you guys yell like that before.”

Michael could feel the heat coming off his face. “Um, with Chloe just down the hall, we have to be quiet. This is the first time since she’s been here that Ian and I have been alone. Well, we thought we were alone.”

Grant pushed himself back in his chair, picking up his cup. “You know, Pieter and I would be happy to take Chloe out on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon so you can have privacy. We could stay with her one night if you wanted to go out or we could take her out while you stay in.”

“That’s sweet of you to offer but we already impose-”

“It’s not an imposition. Chloe’s a great kid and we love spending time with her; Thursday afternoon is one of the high points of my week.” Grant said referring to the day he picked up Chloe from school.

“I’ll have to talk it over with Ian.”

“Okay.”

“I worry that I’m not spending enough time with her, with training and meets.”

“That’s understandable; she wasn’t part of your original training schedule. You know there’s a pool at Chestnut Hill College?”

Baffled at the change of subject, Michael could only shrug.

“Well, they’re open in the mornings and it’s a half a mile away.”

“Really? I thought they were only open to students.”

“And faculty.” Grant said, pulling out a folder and passing it to Michael.

Michael took the folder and saw the letter inside, “Faculty? You’re going to teach there?”

“I’ll be teaching Macroeconomics for their Continuing Studies School this summer on Tuesday evenings. This fall, I’ve got International Business, Intro Business and Principals of Finance both on Monday and Wednesdays and I’m helping out the athletics department on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

“What about your dissertation?”

“I’m three quarters of the way there but my defense isn’t scheduled until next spring because my advisor is on sabbatical. I needed something to fill my time and this just fell into my lap. I’ve run into Dr. Horst, the dean, several times around town and we started talking one day. She called before we went to Australia and asked if I’d be interested in taking over some classes. The rest was just working out the visa situation so I could take the job.”

“Grant, congratulations! Are you excited about teaching?”

“Eh.” Grant said, shrugging with Pieter’s shoulder movement which greatly amused Michael. “I did some teaching in grad school but it all depends on the students. It’s a small Catholic school and although Dr. Horst assures me it’s very liberal, I’m a little worried.”

“You didn’t take the job just for the pool privileges, did you?”

“Don’t be silly. I wasn’t looking for a job at all although I was beginning to wonder what I’d do for the next four years while Pieter’s in residency. It’s not a tenure position but I will have health insurance and the like plus my family members can use the pool. Dr. Horst knows that we all live together and it was one of perks she dangled in front of me.”

“Perks?”

“Using the library and the other facilities. As a staff member, I get almost unlimited interlibrary loans; isn’t that fantastic?”

“You are such a geek!”

“Hey! No name calling. Anyway since it’s such a nice day, we should finish up the front walk. What do we need to get from Home Depot?”

“The gravel, leveling sand and mulch. Actually we should have the mulch delivered because we need to do all the other beds too.”

“What about plants?”

“After the painters, I’d think. They’re just going to tromp all over them anyway. Hang on a sec.” Michael got up and went into the kitchen desk drawer, removing a packet. He came back over and pulled out the various paint combinations. “We like this one but the green is really dark.”

Grant looked through the sheets and pulled out one that had a deep red, dark brown and cream. “What about this? It’s a darker version of what you have but sharper looking.”

“Hm. You know, it’s just too hard to make a decision with these little chips but I bet we could get a couple of quarts that matched and paint a piece of plywood so we could get a better idea.”

Gathering up his papers and books, Grant nodded. “Okay, go tell Lover Boy where we’re going. The sooner we get there, the sooner we’ll be done.”
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