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February 24, 2005 Ann Arbor, MI

“Ian, come on.” Michael tried to break into a trot but Ian’s arm around his waist prevented it.

“Michael, we have plenty of time.”

“But we still have to get home, get our stuff and drive to the airport. Why didn’t we just bring it all with us?”

“Because you wanted to make sure Brenda was settled in and knew how to work everything. Our plane doesn’t leave for five hours.”

“Are you still okay with her? I like her and she seems really nice but you’re okay with her, right?”

“Michael, she’s fine.”

“But maybe she’s too perfect.”

“Are you getting any kind of weird feeling from her?”

“Aside from the fact that she can kick my ass? Not really.”

“She is one tough lady.”

“So we’re okay with her?”

“She moved in this morning, Michael. You didn’t have any objections earlier.”

“I know.” Michael opened the car doors and then got in the passenger seat, tossing his back pack behind him. Ian got in behind the wheel after putting his bag in the back seat via the back door. “I’m just nervous, excited. I wish she could have moved in last week so we could have spent time with her.”

“We’ll be back in less than two weeks and it’s not like she doesn’t have family in the area.” Ian pulled out and navigated through the parking lot, Spring Break didn’t officially start until tomorrow but most of their fellow students were starting early.

“I hope she doesn’t think we want her to clean up after us.”

“She knows. She’s going to cook dinner and shop for food and other incidentals. Anything else is our problem.”

“I just feel funny, she’s Frank’s sister. She was a major in the Marines.”

“And now that she’s retired she wanted a place to stay near enough to their mum without being under foot.”

“I’m being silly, right?”

“No, I wouldn’t say that. I’m a little nervous too.”

“But excited, right? We’re going to Australia.” Michael put his hand on Ian’s thigh and squeezed.

“That too but it’s a long flight.”

“Hey, we could join the mile high club!”

“Michael, you move your hand one more inch…”

“Oh, you’re no fun. Okay, we can talk about it later.” Michael sat back and hummed a little, removing his hand.

Ian gave him a considering look and made a turn. “Did I remember to buy those shirts mum asked me to get?”

“Yes, you packed them last night. Along with the ones for Christina and David.”

“Good. I can’t believe my sister’s going to have a baby.”

“It’s cool isn’t it?”

“Yes. You sure you don’t mind going to Australia for the baby shower instead of Florida or Mexico?”

“Mind? Are you kidding? You know I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“Just checking. We could have gone after the semester ended.”

“We could still go then too, after the baby’s born.”

“Instead of Baltimore?”

“Why can’t we do both? I know I need to spend time getting to know Ryan’s family but they’re not getting married until next summer.”

Ian pulled onto their street and drove towards the house. “Are you avoiding going there?”

“Kind of. I do want to meet them but I’m still a little leery about all of them all at once.”

“You know, they all probably have computers and email. Maybe you can start writing them or get a mailing list going.”

“That’s a good idea.” Michael pushed the button for the garage door and waited until Ian pulled to a stop before leaning over and laying a long wet kiss on him. “That’s a really great idea, thanks honey.” Michael jumped out of the car, leaving Ian to get himself under control and bring their bags in.

He walked into the kitchen to find Brenda standing in front of the stove, explaining what she was making to Michael.

“You keep adding water?”

“Sure, it’s better if it’s some kind of stock but water will work.”

“Ian, Brenda’s making risotto.”

“I see and smell. It looks good too. Michael, we need to finish packing upstairs.”

“But we’ve got a couple of hours before our plane leaves.” Michael said, distracted by Brenda peeling an eggplant.

Ian rolled his eyes as Brenda tried not to laugh. “Michael, we’ve got several hours before our plane leaves.”

“I just said that, Ian.” Michael glanced up and saw the look in Ian’s eyes. “Oh packing. Excuse us, Brenda.”

“Go on, I know a booty call when I see one.” Brenda shooed them away, snickering under her breath.

The next thing Michael knew he was hitting the mattress, Ian on top of him. “Michael, I’ve told you about those hit and run kisses you give me.”

“Do they drive you wild?”

Ian ripped Michael’s shirt open. “Does that answer your question?”

“Hey, I was wearing your shirt.”

Ian stopped for a moment then shrugged. “I’ll buy another.” He dropped his head and attacked Michael’s mouth while stripping off the rest of Michael’s clothes and removing his own. Michael reached out and grabbed the lube out of the drawer by touch, dropping it on the mattress and lay back to enjoy the ride.

It was fast, furious and wild. Michael wrapped his legs around Ian’s hips, hooking his ankles together as Ian thrust in, barely giving Michael a chance to adjust to the invasion before pulling back and surging forward again.

Ian quickly found a rhythm and angle that brought the head of his cock in contact with Michael’s prostate, causing Michael’s eyes to roll back in his head.

“Gah, oh fuck. Ian! I’m gonna-” Michael cock twitched between them and come began spurting from it. The convulsions of Michael anus around Ian’s cock was as always enough to set off Ian’s own orgasm. He allowed himself to drop fully only to Michael, occasionally flexing his hips and kissed Michael leisurely.

“Damn, Ian.” Michael’s legs dropped and he rubbed Ian’s back. “That was so good.”

“Hm. Do you feel better now?”

“What do you mean?”

Ian rolled them until they were on their sides and his softened penis slid out of Michael who gave a little whine of protest. “Not that I’m complaining but we always seem to end up like this when you get like that. No, don’t try to get away. If I can admit that I like it when you get submissive, you can work admitting that sometimes you need me to do this for you.”

Michael stopped trying to roll away. “But it feels like I’m using you.”

“And I bitched through the whole thing, didn’t you notice? Michael, it isn’t using me but the mixed signals kind of throw me. If this is what you need, you know I’ll give it to you but I wasn’t really sure until you grabbed the lube.” Ian pulled Michael to him and kissed his nose.

“Sometimes I don’t know I need this.” Michael admitted in a small voice.

Ian considered that for a moment. “Well, let’s work on it. It’s not like it happens that often but I don’t want to misread the signals and start something you don’t want.”

“I like it any way I can get it and right now, you know I’m usually raring to go but I do know how to say no to you, Ian.”

“I know but eventually biology will catch up to both of us.” Ian smoothed a hand down Michael hip.

“I think Walter’s just jealous, bringing up all the biology talk. We have a good sex life and we’re very compatible.” Michael nibbled on Ian’s shoulder and snuggled in.

“True but we might not always be. Stop that.” Ian brushed Michael’s questing hand away from his ass. “We’ve got a plane to catch and I’ll fall asleep if we do it again.”

“Personally I plan on taking up yoga. You already do it so once I learn we’ll be able to have sex for hours, like Sting.”

Ian laughed. “Oh please, the only thing that Sting keeps up for hours is a dildo. And get that look off your face, we don’t have time to buy one and I’m not going through customs with one in our luggage.”

“I think we’re a long way from needing anything like that, Ian. Oh icky. I overheard my sisters talking one time, about another girl who was addicted to her vibrator. Can that really happen? I like your version better than a piece of plastic.”

“I’m glad to hear that and I don’t know. Now, let’s get cleaned up and put the sheets in the wash. I don’t want them sitting for two weeks.”

“Ew.” Michael kissed Ian one more time and then slid over to the edge of the mattress. “You go ahead and start the shower; I’ll take the sheets down. Thank god we have separate water heaters.”

“Yes, that is a blessing.” Ian grabbed a baby wipe and cleaned up a little before getting up and heading into the bathroom. Once Michael stripped the sheets and took them down to the laundry room, he set another set of sheets on the bed and joined Ian under the water.

“Are we both still taking our laptops?”

“Yes. That’s why we booked first class so we’d have the room to work. I’d like to get most of my assignments done during the flight so I can enjoy our vacation.”

“I guess I’ll do mine too. It would suck if you went off surfing and I had to finish a paper.”

“Well, we can wait until we’re on the LA to Sydney leg; we’re in coach from Detroit. And no, we’re not joining the mile high club. I can barely pee in one of those bathrooms, I don’t even want to contemplate the injuries we could inflict trying sex in there.”

“Okay. But can I flirt with you?”

“Better me than the flight attendant.” Ian patted Michael’s behind and stepped out to grab a towel. “What else do we have left to pack?”

“Just our carryon stuff. Are we allowed only one?” Michael got out and grabbed another towel.

“Yes, until we get onto Qantas which is why we’re not checking our bags through. I was going to throw a book in my laptop case along with a few other things and check my school stuff until LA.”

“That’s a plan.”

They made the bed and took their suitcases out, double checking their packing. Ian wasn’t bringing many clothes along as he had more appropriate gear for late summer in Sydney.

“Don’t forget to pack your tuxedo for next week.” Iemineminded and Michael went to get his tux from the closet.

“Will I be able to pick up a new shirt in Sydney? I just noticed I spilled something on this one and the dry cleaner couldn’t get it out.”

Ian leaned over to see the stain. “Is that cocktail sauce?”

“I don’t know. There were shrimp so it could be.”

“Well, pack it anyway just in case but you really should look into getting a new tux, didn’t you say that was tight on you?”

“Yeah, I think my shoulders are spreading.”

“I thought it was tight in the waist?”

“No, look.” Michael took the jacket off the hanger and put it on. “See, the arms are shorter and when I move my arms like this,” Michael demonstrated and a loud ripping sound was heard. “Uh oh.” He turned around a couple of times, trying to see the rip before Ian put his hand out and helped Michael out of the jacket.

“You ripped it right down the middle.” Ian put his hand through the hole and wiggled his fingers at Michael.

“Gee, I guess I need to look into getting a new tux huh? Do you think I can rent one?”

Ian stopped himself from shuddering. “I have another tuxedo at the house in Sydney, we’ll see if it fits you. I hate the ide a r a rented tux.”

Michael flicked a finger off his own nose. “You are such a clothes snob.”

“Says the man without a tux; I see nothing wrong with dressing well for every occasion. Try on the pants; maybe you just need a new jacket and shirt.”

“Yet I notice you didn’t keep the hideous yellow shirt from Athens.” Michael pulled on a pair of boxer briefs before trying on the pants. “They’re not bad but not great. What do you think?”

“They’re a little short in the leg. Are you still growing?”

“I don’t know. I’ve gained back all the weight and then some but the waist is still a little loose on these. Weird.” Michael put a finger in the waist band and it slid around easily.

“When was your last weigh in?”

“Last week. I was two oh eight but they don’t measure my height.”

“We’ll measure you in Sydney, you don’t look any taller but it’s hard to tell.” Ian chewed his lip and Michael sighed.

“Ian, there’s no way I can fit in a doctor visit before our plane leaves. I see doctors every day; I have blood work done every week. If something was seriously wrong, wouldn’t we know?”

“I suppose you’re right but we’re still going to check your height when we land. Do we have everything?”

“Everything but our school stuff but that’s all downstairs. Along with the food.”

&&

“Hi guys, dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Are you all packed?”

They looked at each other and said in unison, “Yes, Brenda.”

“No sass from you two; you don’t have food in front of you yet.” Brenda wagged a finger. “Now Michael, come over here and explain all these envelopes you’ve left.”

While Michael went through the various notes, Ian set the table and poured their drinks. He also got out a six pack of bottled water and stashed it between their two carryon bags. They sat down to eat although Brenda was a little reluctant.

“Don’t worry. You don’t have to eat with us all the time, just when you feel like it. And we don’t want you to cook for us and then have to cook for yourself. Just make enough for all of us and you can take yours back upstairs if you don’t want to eat here.” Michael paused. “Did that sound right?”

“Don’t worry, I get it.” Brenda served herself and sat down. “Am I still taking you to the airport?”

“If you don’t mind. We’d rather not leave one of the cars there but you can dump us out.”

“No sweat, you don’t mind if we take my car do you? I can’t deal with the pimp mobiles.” Brenda grinned slyly. “Frank told me all about them.”

“I have never pimped in either car, I am anti-pimping.” Michael declared, getting up to get another serving.

“And Frank told me about the walking stomach too.” Brenda gestured towards Michael.

“Hey, when did it become ‘pick on Michael’ day?”

“Every other Friday is ‘pick on Michael’ day, didn’t you get the memo?”

“What day is ‘pick on Ian’ day?”

“The sixth Thursday of every month.” Ian said, wondering if he could fit another serving in somewhere while Brenda snickered.

“Oh, I’ll look forward to that- hey, wait a minute. There is no sixth Thursday in any month!”

“Wow, isn’t that strange? Who would have figured?”

&&&

“Have a good trip, guys!”

“Thanks Brenda, we’ll see you next Saturday.” Michael handed the last bag to Ian, shut the sliding door of Brenda’s minivan and waved. They made it over to the baggage check and after checking in, headed into the airport.

“Hey guys.” Alan Wilkins fell in beside them, walking along beside Michael.

“Hey Alan, how’s it going?” Michael greeted their neighbor as Ian waved.

“I figured you’d be coming along this way. How’s Brenda?”

“She’s fine, all moved in. Has Brenner calmed down yet?”

“Hell no. He’s still convinced having a black person in the neighborhood will bring down his property value.”

Ian looked over at Alan, “Is he not aware that the Harris’ right next door to him are black?”

“I guess not but then they were there before him and on vacation when he moved in. Maybe they just don’t count.”

“Hey Alan, I’ve been meaning to ask. How’s the raffle going?”

“We’re almost all sold out, I think we’ve got twelve or fifteen tickets left and don’t even offer to buy them. You guys already bought ten tickets.”

“We won’t; just make sure we don’t win. We don’t need another car.”

“Actually, I kind of liked it. You guys did a nice job but from the look Ian’s giving me, I’ll second the idea that we can’t win it.”

“Oh, you are so whipped.” Alan said with a laugh.

“I’d mention something here about your wife but you probably need to run home soon so, I’ll pass.” Ian said with a smirk causing the guard at the security gate to laugh.

“Hey, Michael. Hi Ian. You two know the drill, right?”

“Be gentle with me, Charlotte, it’s my first time.” Ian said as he slipped off his shoes, put his change and wallet in the bucket along with his watch and slung his carryon on the belt.

“Please! The wand always knows when you’re lying.” Charlotte said with a grin as she waived the device over him.

Michael divested himself of all his worldly possession and smiled at Charlotte. “When you talk about this, and you will; lie about how good it was.”

“I’ll do that. Where are you guys off to this time?” Charlotte asked as she paced down with them.

Michael slipped his shoes back on and reclaimed his wallet and watch. “Sunny Sydney. You want us to bring you a post card?”

“That would be great and if you could find me one of the funny talking guys like you’ve got, I won’t complain.” She said with a wink and a nod towards Ian.

“They don’t let those leave the country anymore after I snagged Ian, something about losing a national treasure; I wasn’t really paying attention.” Michael smiled wickedly.

“Well if you sneak one out, I won’t tell. Have a good trip guys.” Charlotte waved and turned back to the next passenger in line.

“Alan, is there a reason why you’re walking with us?”

“Nah, I got off twenty minutes ago but I’m meeting Joanne in an hour downtown so I’ve got time to kill. It’s too cold out there to wait in the car.”

Alan hung around for a while but left before they boarded. The flight to Los Angeles was uneventful and after rearranging and rechecking their bags, they headed for the first class lounge.

“Oh, this is nice. I’ve never been in here.”

“You’ve never been in a first class lounge?”

“No, I normally don’t bother but this is nice.” Michael sat down next to Ian and stretched out his legs. “And mom never believed you’d amount to much.”

“Yes, stick with me baby; I’ll show you the world.” Ian patted Michael’s arm.

“Hey, isn’t that Ben Affleck?” Michael nodded towards the bar.

“I can’t tell but this is a great place to people watch.”

“Ian, did you just turn away when he looked over here?”

“No.” Ian said as he scrunched down in his seat.

“You are so trying to hide; do you know him or something? Oh, he’s coming over.”

The actor came over and bent down slightly, “You’re Ian Thorpe, right?”

Ian straightened up and smoothed down his shirt. “Uh yes. Yes I am.”

“Hi, I’m Ben Affleck. I just wanted to shake your hand and say thank you. So,” Ben extended his hand and Ian shook it with a bewildered look and shrug. “Thank you. You made my year when you came out last year.”

“Uh, okay.”

Ben sat down and laughed. “Sorry, you have to understand. Jen spent a lot of time bragging about sleeping with you so when you ended up being gay, it sort of took the shine off. Well it took the shine off for her but I got a lot of mileage out of it. Just wanted to say thanks!” After clapping Ian on the shoulder and nodding at Michael, he wandered off back to the bar.

“Jen? You had sex with Jennifer Lopez? The rumors were true?” Michael whispered.

“Michael, the house has two bedrooms and several couches.” Ian said with a note of warning in his voice.

“All right. I’ll drop it.” Michael picked up a magazine

“And for the record, I didn’t so it serves her right for lying about it.”

Michael shrugged, “It doesn’t really matter but I’m kind of glad you didn’t. She’s a little skanky.”

&&

Ian finished his second paper and looked over at Michael reading a textbook, taking notes. Ian saved the paper and emailed it off to his home email account. “Love, do you have any blank CDs?”

“Yeah, hang on.” Michael closed his book and reached into his carry on. “Here you go honey.”

“Mr. Thorpe, do you need anything?”

Ian and Michael looked up at the flight attendant simultaneously. “No, thank you. We’re fine.” Ian emphasized the ‘we’ and smiled tightly.

“We’ll be serving a late snack in twenty minutes, then.” The flight attendant smiled cheerfully and went back to the service area.

“How much you want to bet you get your snack before anyone else?”

“God, I hope not. I’ve forgotten what it was like.”

“Is that why you’ve stopped calling Australia home?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you never said you were going home for spring break, you always said Sydney or Australia or going to visit your folks.”

“I didn’t realize. I guess I just consider where ever you are as my home.”

“That’s so sweet.”

“Well, I meant it but now I’m wondering if I should sell my house in Sydney. I’ve had offers for it and it’s just sitting empty.” Ian copied both of his papers onto the disk along with some notes he’d made for another class.

“But you love that house.”

“I do but I’m not going to be there for several years and I hate the thought of renting it out or having it sit empty.”

“Aren’t Christina and David looking for a house?”

“They are. I wonder why they didn’t ask me?”

“Because that’s a big thing to ask. They might not even accept it if you offered unless you phrased it right. You could offer to rent the house to them at a rate less than what they’d normally pay so they could put the savings aside for their own house later. Aren’t houses in Sydney really expensive?” Michael closed his books and stuffed them in his bag.

“They can be, in the nicer neighborhoods. It would give them an extra bedroom for the baby but I’d have to pack up most of my stuff.”

“Well, you could either store it or we can pick stuff out that would fit in our house.”

After removing the disk, Ian started shutting his laptop off. “You’d let me do that?”

“It’s your house too, you know.”

“Then we need to talk about sharing living expenses a little more evenly.” Ian put his laptop away and turned in his seat to face Michael.

“Whew. Okay, I think I’m ready for this now.” Michael pushed up the arm rests between them and shifted around. “Go ahead.”

“I’d like to pay half the expenses.”

“But is that really fair? You’re paying for your house.”

“So what do you think is fair?”

“If you’re keeping the house then we should split the expenses for both places.”

“How would that be fair?”

“Because eventually we’re going to be out of college and be more mobile, I always thought we’d end up spending half the year in the States and other half in Sydney.”

“Where in the States?”

“I’d like it to be Baltimore. I’m open to New York but not too enthused about Los Angeles.” Michael picked up one of Ian’s hands and started playing with his fingers.

“Six months in one place, six months in the other?”

“We don’t have to be that rigid about it; I’d like to travel too.”

“All right, with that in mind I can see your point.”

“Well damn.” Michael suddenly looked disappointed.

“What?”

“There is obviously no chance for make up sex in this discussion.” Michael turned his head and smiled at the flight attendant. “Hi, are those are our snacks?”

“Uh, yes sir. I’ll just put them down.” She did so and smiled mechanically. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Do you have V-8 juice?”

She nodded, avoiding log dig directly at them. “Yes, we do.”

“Great, I’ll have one. Hon, what would you like?”

“I’ll have a V-8 too.”

“I’ll be right back with those.”

Ian waited for her to walk away before leaning in to whisper to Michael, “What did you do?”

“Nothing.” Michael turned to Ian with an innocent look. “Maybe she’s homophobic? Look, strawberries.” He reached out and took a berry off the plate.

“Really, what did you do?”

“Ian, she was probably just uncomfortable, listening in on our conversation like that.”

Ian looked at Michael suspiciously and his eyes widened. “You said that deliberately, you knew she was there.”

Michael just shoved another berry in his mouth and pointed, indicating his mouth was too full to answer. Ian crossed his arms and arched a brow, clearly prepared to wait Michael out.

Looking a little sheepish, Michael swallowed. “Okay, maybe I did know she was there but she was hovering, it was a little rude.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Ian leaned in further and lowered his voice.

Michael nodded slowly.

“I like it when you get possessive.” Ian put his mouth on Michael’s and licked at Michael’s lips, asking for entry which was instantly granted. After a moment, Ian pulled away and stroked Micha che cheek.

The flight attendant returned with their drinks and Ian thanked her, asking for pillows and a couple of blankets when she had a chance, all without moving away from Michael.

“Let’s eat our snacks and try to get a little rest, these seats turn into sleepers.”

&&

After changing into the complimentary sleeper suit and visiting the bathroom, Michael came back to their seats to find that Ian had already arranged their seats and blankets.

Michael sat down and then stretched out, the sleeper wasn’t quite long enough but it would do. He turned until his back was to Ian and pulled up the duvets, feeling Ian snuggle in behind him. One of Ian’s hands went up and turned off their lights and then wrapped around Michael’s waist and they both drifted off to sleep.
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