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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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August 22, 2009 Philadelphia, PA

“Take the next right, honey. Michael said it should be the fifth house up and we won’t be able to miss it.” Debbie said as she looked up at the road.

Ryan took the right and slowed down as the speed limit dropped. “Are you nervous?”

“Yes. I wish we’d come up sooner to see the house but the boys were so busy with summer classes.”

“Well we’re almost there. How are you kids doing in the back there?”

“We’re fine, Ryan.” Whitney said as she looked up from her conversation with her boyfriend, Craig.

“I’m a little nervous about meeting them but Whitney said she’d protect me.”

“Have Fred and Jackie caught up yet?”

Whitney looked behind them. “No Debs. I think they’re still a few miles back. Do you want me to call them again?”

“No, let’s give them fifteen minutes. Oh, that’s got to be it.” Debbie pointed to the large brown Victorian. “Yes, that’s it, number forty five.”

Ryan turned up into the drive and took a look. “You know they said it was Gothic but I never imagined them living in something that-.”

“Ugly? Michael calls it Vicky’s Horror House but they seem to like it anyway. Oh god, they got matching cars?” Whitney jumped out of the car as it came to a stop. “Neither one of them mentioned that.”

Debbie laughed and said as she got out, “Do you blame them? You and Hilary would have given them hell.”

“I still will!” Whitney ran over to the front door and knocked.

A minute later Michael pulled open the door and grabbed her for a big hug. “Whit!”

“Mikey!”

The siblings jumped up and down as they hugged, excited to see each other as Ian slid around them to welcome their other guests.

“Hi, Deb. Hi Ryan.” He gave Debbie a kiss and a hug and shook Ryan’s hand.

“Ian, this is Craig Holcomb, Whitney’s boyfriend. Craig, this is Ian Thorpe, Michael’s fiancé.”

“Hi Craig, nice to meet you and welcome.”

“Nice too meet you too Ian. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“If it was from Whitney, don’t believe a word!” Ian said with a smirk only to receive a bonk on the head from his future sister-in-law. “Oh, hello Whitney.”

“Ha ha you funny Aussie man.” She stepped over and pulled Craig forward by twining her arm through his. “Michael, this is Craig.”

The two men greeted each other and Michael resisted the urge to give the other man the look of brotherly appraisal. He’d wait until Whitney wasn’t around. He did however greet his mom and Ryan with hugs before they grabbed the various bits of luggage and Ian led them into the house.

Debbie stopped and looked around, surprised at how homey and comforting it was inside. “Boys, the house looks lovely.”

“Thanks mom. Let’s go upstairs, get you settled and wait on the tour for Dad and Jackie. They called and they’ll be here shortly.”

“Whitney, I hope you don’t mind but we’ve put you and Craig in the attic bedroom. Mom and Ryan, we’ve put you in the Rose room.” Ian remarked as they went up the main stairs.

“The Rose room?”

“Because of the wallpaper. It was in good shape so we didn’t want to strip it off.” Ian turned and opened the first door. “Here it is. Michael, why don’t you take your sister and Craig up?”

“Okay baby. Come on, sis.” Michael strode down the hall and opened the attic entry.

Whitney went up first followed by Craig and Michael.

“Hey, this is nice. When you said attic I wasn’t imagining this.” Whitney said as she looked around.

“Neither was I.” Craig added.

“Well it didn’t look like this when we bought it but it’s going to be my office once we figure out how to get a desk up the stairs. Getting that mattress up was no fun. There’s a bathroom with a shower over here.” Michael opened a door. “It’s not very big but it’s better than being next door to mom or next door to dad.”

“Thanks for that little bro.”

Michael led them back down the stairs and met Ian, Debbie and Ryan in the hall as the front door bell rang. Michael ran down to greet his father and stepmother and the round of greetings started up again. After one more trip upstairs and a tour of the house, they all sat out in the sunroom with drinks and snacks.

“What time does your family arrive Ian?” Jackie asked.

“Their flight lands in three hours. We’re going to have to take two vehicles for the six of them and their luggage.”

“It must be tough traveling with a three year old and a baby.” Wey cey commented.

“Chris and David were really happy when they got the extra time to to fly with mum and dad. That takes a little of the pressure off.”

The talk turned inevitably to the wedding and the cruise. They weren’t having bachelor parties or any type of wedding shower but there were going to be plenty of other activities. Ken and Margaret were the hosts of the rehearsal dinner the night before the wedding; Debbie and Ryan were hosting the luncheon the day of and Fred and Jackie the brunch the day after.

Michael and Ian left a couple of hours later for the airport, Whitney choosing to ride along with Michael.

She waited for him to get out on a main road and asked, “So are you excited? Only seven more days!”

“I can’t wait. It feels like our whole relationship has been leading up to this day.”

“It’s goio beo be a really nice wedding too. You guys have nice taste.”

Michael laughed as he turned onto Lincoln Drive. “Thanks. You’re only saying that because you got to chose your own dress.”

“Do you blame me? Remember that pink dress I wore for Allison’s wedding?”

“You did look like a pink marshmallow in that.”

“What do you think of Craig?”

“He seems nice. Where did you guys meet again?”

“He works with Katie but I already told you that on the phone. He’s thirty, single, he’s a real estate agent. Remember that conversation?”

“Oh, that conversation. I think I might remember it but it’s hard to say, what with all the squealing you were doing.” Michael said with a smirk.

“Michael! Don’t tease or I’ll start in on the twin cars again!”

&&

Ian hugged his parents, sister and brother-in-law as Michael picked up Iona. While Whitney and Chris chattered excitedly, Ian took possession of his nephew, Daniel, surprised at how big he’d gotten.

Ken, Margaret, Chris and the baby rode with Ian while Iona and David rode with Michael and Whitney. The trip home didn’t take long and after another round of greetings and another house tour, they all sat down for a simple meal and talked about the wedding.

Bright and early the next morning, Michael and Ian loaded Ian’s SUV and left for New York. Their families would follow the next day, after Ian and Michael’s seminar concluded. Michael made to I-95 before Ian woke up enough for conversation.

“I love them all but I was really glad to get out of there.”

“Me too. Are you as tired off all the wedding talk as I am?”

“God, yes. Let’s declare a moratorium on all wedding talk until tomorrow night.”

“Thank you. What does that leave us to discuss?”

“As we’re due in New York in four hours to start our lectures, let’s talk about that. You finished your third speech, right?”

“Yep. It’s in my bag right behind me if you want to look it over.”

Ian reached back and pulled out Michael’s notebook. “I’ll read mine aloud when I’m done with yours. Do you want me to turn on the radio?”

“Sure if it won’t bother you.”

Ian leaned forward and tu the the dial instead of answering. Twenty minutes later he looked up. “This is really good. I love what you said about training.”

“Thanks baby. That was a hard one to write. I can’t believe we’re going to be talking to all these young kids in a few hours.”

“They’re the best and brightest young athletes in the country.” Ian said and then added sarcastically, “And wasn’t it nice of Adidas and Speedo to make this a joint venture?”

“Now, now. So Adidas had a little problem with you giving a seminar at a Speedo sponsored event. It all worked out in the end.”

“Considering that they horned in on a nice gesture from your sponsor, you’re being very gracious about it.”

“Baby, I thought you’d gotten over that?”

“I got over it but I’m not going to forget it. Want me to read my speech?”

“Okay.”

&&

Three hours later Michael pulled into the designated lot and turned off the car. He turned to look at Ian. “You know it’s not too late to ditch the cruise and run off to Canada by ourselves.”

“What? Why would we do that?”

“Because I don’t want you looking back at our wedding and resenting it.”

“I won’t resent it and I have gotten over it. We’re going to have a great week and an awesome wedding.”

At Michael doubtful look, Ian reached over and took his hands. “I promise that I won’t let any residual resentment I may be feeling affect our wedding. Once I’ve had a day or two to be extremely polite to the Adidas people, I’ll feel better.”

“That’s your plan of revenge? You’re always extremely polite.”

“Actually I got my revenge last month when I put them all at the same table with your Great Aunt Doris and my Uncle Malcolm.” Ian smiled and gave Michael a kiss as he slid out of the car.

Michael got out a moment later and joined Ian at the rear of the vehicle. “My god. I never realized how diabolical you are.”

“There’s nothing diabolical about it.”

“Right, Great Aunt Doris cleans her teeth at the table and steals food from other people’s plates.

“And Uncle Malcolm thinks his hearing aid means that no one can hear him. I’m sure they’ll all have a lovely time. Can you get that last bag?”

&&&

The captain of the Navigator, Stephen Gwynne, was waiting at the reception desk on deck six as they boarded the ship. After he introduced himself and some of the officers, he turned them over to Marilyn Grasso, the vice president of the charter department.

As she led them up to their suite on deck ten, Ian couldn’t help asking why the special treatment as Marilyn was normally based in Ft Lauderdale.

“Well gentlemen, this seminar has gotten a lot of interest from other companies. We never thought about splitting up a seven day cruise and having two days in port, five days under sail. We’ve already booked six charters next year that will use this format. It’s great for companies that can’t spare all their personnel for the whole voyage. We just want to make sure everything goes smoothly for both yourselves and our company.”

“Oh. Thanks for answering that honestly.” Ian said as he glanced at Michael.

“We know how important it is to be honest to our clients, especially for such a special event. We’ve had weddings on board before but nothing like this. We’re going to be especially careful regarding security.”

“Thanks Marilyn.”

“And here’s your suite. Your bags should already be herd Phd Philip will be by shortly to take care of anything you might need before your seminar starts.

“Philip? From Beijing?”

“Yes, you mentioned to the concierge on the Mariner how much you appreciated Philip’s service and he volunteered to take this cruise. I’ll check in with you tomorrow before your families arrive to go over the final details if that’s agreeable for you.”

“Yes, that’s fine. Thank you for all your hard work.”

“My pleasure.” Marilyn closed the door of the suite behind her and left them alone.

Michael and Ian looked at each other and headed off to large balcony. Michael stopped and got them both a bottle of water and they took their seats, the city of New York spread out in front of them.

&&

Wednesday August 26, 2009 aboard the Seven Seas Navigator

The last of the teenagers left the lounge at two thirty and Michael collapsed in a nearby chair; he was exhausted by their enthusiasm and questions. Ian walked over, took a seat next to him and held out his hand.

Michael took it and slumped down further. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting that.”

“They asked some tough questions, didn’t they? You handled it beautifully and your speech was wonderful.”

“Thanks baby. Your speech was great too, especially the part about not giving up. I thought the seminar title was pretty hokey but ‘Winning Visions’ did fit in the end, didn’t it?”

“Yes it did. Are you up to meeting with Marilyn?”

“Sure. Just give me a hand up.”

“Always love.”

&&&

Michael and Ian spent the next two hours discussing the ceremony, menus and other various details before having a quick snack and stationing themselves at the reception desk to greet their guests. The ship was scheduled to depart at eight that evening and they wanted to make sure everyone made it on board.

At ten minutes to eight, Pieter van den Hoogenband strode up the gangway with five bags and a smile. Ian gave a huge sigh of relief that their last guest was here but frowned when he didn’t see Minouche.

“Ian, my friend!” Pieter dropped his bags and hugged Ian, lifting him off his feet.

“Pieter, you crazy Dutchman, how have you been? We haven’t seen you since your wedding last year.”

“Fine. Where is your blushing groom?”

“He’s over there talking to Siobhan, his stepsister.” Ian turned and waved, “Michael!”

Michael looked over, caught sight of Pieter and smiled. He excused himself from Siobhan and came over.

“It’s Dr. van den Hoogenband!” Michael said as he hugged Pieter. “We missed you in Beijing but how are you?”

“I wanted to be there for both of your big triumphs but then if I had been there, neither of you would have had such triumphs so it was for the best.”

“Pardon me. Mr. Thorpe, Mr. Phelps, we’re ready to pull the gangway. Have all your guests arrived?”

“Yes, Mr. Durand now that Dr. van den Hoogenband is here.”

“Very well sirs. I’ll radio the crew and we’ll be departing on time.”

“Pieter, you’re up on deck ten with us so we’ll show you the way. Michael do you have his key?”

“Right here baby. Pieter, you can leave your luggage here but how much do you need for a five day cruise?”

“I intend to be the most beautiful person at your wedding; although with you two it will not be a hard task but I still need an adequate wardrobe.”

**
They left Pieter in a suite four door down from their own after reminding him about the dinner they were having for their swimming friends at ten.

“Where’s Minouche?” Michael asked as soon as he closed the door of their suite behind them.

Ian shrugged. “I have no idea and I’m not sure I want to ask. He looked horrible and I don’t care what he says, no one brings five bags for a five day cruise.”

“Do you think he’s left her?”

“I don’t know. They only got married a year or so ago.”

“Do you want to go talk to him?”

“I would but he’d only clam up if I push him. He’s surprisingly reserved under all that bluster. He might also not want to bring up bad news at our wedding.”

“Well hell. We’re his friends; we’re supposed to be there for him regardless.”

“I know love. But he’s sou off off the last few times I’ve spoken to him so I don’t think this is a new thing; he’ll talk when he’s ready.” Ian put his arms around Michael and held him close.

“Poor Pieter.”

“Now that’s just what he’s probably trying to avoid; he hates being pitied.”

“I know and I’m just getting out of my system before we see him again.” Michael leaned on Ian for a moment.

“It will be okay, love.” Ian kissed Michael’s cheek. “It’s not the same as us.”

“I’m not worried about that. Can I admit that I never liked Minouche?”

“I like her well enough but I always thought she was behind Pieter’s retirement. She wouldn’t marry him while he was still competing.”

“Definitely not like us. Okay, now we’ve gotten all of our bitchy comments out. Do you want to take a shower first or can I?”

“Go on, I’m going to call Grant and see if he knows anything.”

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Ian stepped out of the shower a half hour later still thinking about Pieter. Grant hadn’t answered his phone but Ian was sure Grant could get to the bottom of the situation. Ian stopped in front of the mirror to shave when Michael appeared behind him.

“Hey baby.” Michael said as he slipped his hands around Ian’s waist.

“You look rather pleased with yourself.”

“I am. I just remembered that I’m marrying this really great guy on Saturday and I haven’t made love to him in over two days.” Michael sucked on Ian’s neck and removed the towel from Ian’s waist.

“Mil, ol, oh.” Ian began to protest but realized he didn’t have to. They were alone and not due anywhere for at least an hour. He reached into the medicine cabinet, set the lube he found on the counter and prepared to enjoy the ride.

Between Michael’s hand slowly stroking his penis and Michael’s mouth sucking on his neck, Ian felt strung up between two points of pleasure. He moaned and rubbed himself against Michael’s erect cock, putting one arm back to pull Michael closer.

When Michael’s lubed fingers entered him, his head dropped and Michael took the opportunity presented and licked Ian’s exposed nape. Ian gasped when Michael’s fingers left him and braced himself against the counter, spreading his legs and thrusting out his bottom.

Michael entered him smoothly and Ian pressed back against the intrusion, loving the feel of the naked cock inside him. Michael straightened up and shifted his stance a little before pulling back and thrusting back in. Baby, I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” Ian groaned out as Michael’s hand drifted down to press the spot below his balls. They’d done this a hundred times but it never failed to amaze him how well Michael knew his body. It was hot, fast and hard. Ian clenched the edge of the counter as he came, his ejaculate spreading over the sink and marble countertop.

Michael came a few thrusts later and wrapped his arms around Ian, half to hold himself up but also to keep the feeling of closeness a little longer.

&&

At one am, Ian tossed his key onto the desk just inside their suite and stripped off his tie as he looked in the fridge for water. He sat down and shook his head, not willing to believe he’d seen what he’d seen.

Michael entered a few minutes later and mimicked Ian’s actions taking the chair across from Ian and kicking off his shoes.

“Well I didn’t see that one coming.”

“Are we in some sort of parallel universe?”

“Ian, are you saying you don’t approve?”

“That would be rather hypocritical of me if I didn’t approve, wouldn’t it?”

“Well they make a really cute couple.”

“But Grant and Pieter. How did that happen?”
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