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February 26, 2005 Qantas Flight 012
5:20 am

Michael yawned and stretched, or tried too. The cabin lights had brightened considerably since he last opened his eyes and he could see what looked like sunshine coming through one of the windows across the cabin.

He carefully moved Ian’s hand which was draped over his hip and turned to sit forward; after fumbling with the seat controls, he finally got it to transform upright and then stuck his head out to check on the bathroom.

Luckily, someone was just leaving it so he shuffled on down. He considered taking his clothes with him but it looked like breakfast was in the offing so figured he’d change afterwards.

A refreshing seven minutes later, he stopped in at the galley to get a cup of coffee and two bottles of water before returning to his seat in the tip of the plane. He dropped the waters and got his tray up, setting the coffee far enough away so Ian wouldn’t flip it over accidentally but could still smell it. He fiddled with the TV monitor and found a BBC newscast and sat back to wait for Ian to wake up.

Six minutes later, he could feel eyes on him and looked down. “Morning, honey.”

“Morning love, is that-?” Michael picked up the cup and waved it a little. “Coffee, bless you.” Ian got his seat up with much less trouble than Michael had and took the cup. “I’d kiss you but I need to brush.”

“Turn your head the other way for a minute.” Ian looked away and Michael kissed the near cheek. “There, that’ll hold me.”

“Your hair is damp.”

“There’s a shower across from the bathroom. We so could have done it but I won’t mention it again.” Michael mock leered.

After a look, Ian sipped his coffee. “Do you think I’ve got enough time to grab a wash before breakfast?”

“You should, the guy back there said it would be a half hour. You want a refill right?”

“That would be great, thanks love.” Ian pulled out his kit bag and handed the empty cup back to Michael before setting off. Michael amused himself by clicking through the TV channels before settling on a game of Tetris. Ian returned right before the flight attendant arrived with their breakfasts, a power shake for Michael and a refill for Ian.

Michael started to pick up his utensils when Ian placed his left hand over Michael’s right one. Michael turned and gave him a look and Ian chuckled.

“I’m taking my life in my hands by getting between you and food but I want to do this properly.” Ian gave Michael a nice little kiss. “Good morning, love.”

Michael smiled and kissed him back. “Good morning to you too. I don’t mind those kinds of interruptions.”

&&

The plane landed without incident and Ian and Michael waited patiently while the gangway was attached and the door opened. Hoisting their bags, they walked down to the concourse only to find several reporters, cameras and photographers waiting for them.

“Fuck.” Ian muttered under his breath before smiling congenially and walking forward.

“Ian! How does it feel to be back in Australia?”

“Ian, how long will you be here?”

“Are you really going to immigrate to Canada?”

Ian stopped in front of the main clump of media people. “It feels great. I’ll be here a week or two, it’s Spring Break in America. No, I’m not moving to Canada. Guys, it’s been a long flight and we’re blocking the way.” Ian attempted to move along but one aggressive reporter stepped in the way.

“Ian, why wasn’t an Australian university good enough for you?”

“Because any university here lacked one very important element.” Ian grinned and squeezed Michael’s hand.

“Is it true you’re planning to marry next year?” Another reporter asked.

“No it’s not true. We’ve got to go guys.” Ian swerved around the pack with Michael a step behind him. A few security officers came over to investigate the crowd and Ian used them as a screen to move quickly down the concourse.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I just forgot how hard it is to avoid the press here. I wonder how they knew what flight we were coming in on.”

“Probably someone spotted us in LA or called from the plane.”

“Probably. Let’s get our bags and get through Customs, David is supposed to be picking us up.”

&&

Ian cleared Customs and found David before Michael was done and they took the opportunity to catch up each other’s news before David couldn’t resist.

“Ian, I heard you’ve gotten a tattoo.” David said with a grin.

“A few months ago, on my hip. I’ll have to show you later though.”

“Yes, probably not a good idea for you to go stripping down here; it might cause a riot.” David nodded at the people passing by who all took a moment to stare at Ian.

“That’s one thing I didn’t miss in the States.”

“People don’t notice you there?”

“Not really. You know, you and Chris should come visit before she’s too far along. Good job by the way.”

“Ha, don’t go saying that around your sister. I’m not supposed to get to cocky about it. No pun intended. That’s got to be Michael you’ve spotted, did you think they wouldn’t let him in?”

“No, why do you say that?”

“Because you suddenly relaxed and stopped glaring at people.” David smiled and extended his hand. “Hi, you must be Michael.”

“And you must be David, pleasure to meet you.” Michael shifted his bag and shook David’s hand.

“Good to finally meet you too. Let’s get out of here, shall we?”

Michael and Ian agreed and naturally gravitated towards each other and held hands as they walked towards the exit.

“Chris and Margaret have aired the house out and stocked the fridge for you.” David commented, holding the door for them.

After a significant look from Michael, Ian nodded. “That’s good. Speaking of houses, how has your search been going?”

“You know how it is. Everything we like we can’t afford, everything we can afford, we hate. We’ve seen a few exceptions but nothing in the neighborhoods we’d like to live in. We’d liked to be settled before the baby comes but we’ll manage.” David unlocked the truck and helped them put their bags away before unlocking the doors; Michael settling into the backseat, leaving Ian to ride shotgun.

“Well, I might have a solution for you.”

“No, Ian you’ve offered to help before and we appreciate it but we’d like to do this on our own.”

“This is more in the way of a mutual solution. I was thinking of selling the house as I’ll be in Michigan most of the next three years. I don’t like having it sit empty and won’t rent it out. However, Michael pointed out that I could rent it to you two for what you’re paying now and that would allow you to save a bit more towards a house while having a place big enough for the baby.”

David thought about it for a minute. “I don’t know. I’ll have to talk it over with Chris but it would solve some of our problems.”

“Much like it would solve some of mine. I still might decide to sell it in the future as we’ll need more rooms for guests but this would me me delay the decision until I’m sure.”

“It’s a really generous offer, Ian. You know how Chris is about this kind of thing but she might go for it. You’re sure you’ll be okay with us paying the rent we pay now?”

“Do you promise not to tell Chris?”

David nodded uncertainly.

“I’d put your rent into an account for the tyke. I was going to set up a trust fund anyway so your rent will just be added to it. ”

“Ian, that’s a really generous gift.”

“The baby will be my first niece or nephew. Are you two sure you won’t find out the sex? It’s killing me, not knowing.”

“It’s killing your mum too. Let me talk to Chris about the house and we’ll get back to you. Do you need to know anytime soon?”

“We’d like enough time so I can pack up and either store or ship my things. So by Wednesday or Thursday, I guess. Sorry about the short notice but Michael didn’t think of until we were on the flight.” Ian turned to look at his lover and found him snoozing, head leaning against the window.

“Okay. I’ll talk to Chris later today, that’ll give us a couple of days to think about it.”

&&

David pulled up in front of Ian’s house, parking beside Ian’s parents’ car. “Well, here we are. Why don’t I take a couple of your bags in while you wake sleeping beauty back there?”

“Thanks, Dave.” Ian got out of the car and opened the door to the backseat. “Michael, time to wake up.” Ian leaned in and stroked a hand down Michael’s face.

Michael’s eyes popped open. “Hey. I was just resting my eyes. Forgot my sunglasses.”

“Sure. So I didn’t hear you snoring a couple of miles back?”

“Couldn’t be me.” Michael denied as he unbuckled his seatbelt and unfolded himself out of the car. “Oh, wow. Nice house.”

“Huh, you know I keep forgetting you’ve never been here.”

“Ah, then you’ve achieved maximum Michael saturation.” Michael smirked as he walked back to the truck and picked up two bags. “You know, there’s no cure for that, right?”

“I guess I’ll just have to suffer then.” Ian took the other two bags and closed the trunk, looping a finger through Michael’s belt loop and guiding him towards the house. “Are you really tired?”

“Nah, I just shut my eyes because of the driving on the wrong side of the road thing. It’s hard to watch that first thing in morning.”

Ian reached down to open the door and waited for Michael to enter. “I guess this means you’re not driving while we’re here?”

“I can, it just takes a couple of hours to get used to it.”

“Ian!” A blonde woman stepped out of the kitchen and ran to Ian.

“Chrissie!” Ian caught her in his arms and kissed her cheek. “Let’s get a look at you.” He stepped back and held her at arm’s length and spied the slight bulge in her midriff, “You’re knocked up, good onya!”

“Rack off surfie.” Christina grinned, punched Ian on the arm and turned to Michael. “As my piker of brother is too busy trying to be cute, I’m Christina.”

Michael shook her hand with a smile. “Nice to meet you, congratulations on the baby.”

“Thank you, you must have gotten all the manners in your relationship. Mum and dad are on the veranda; you want to throw your stuff down and come out?”

“We’ll be out once we change. Thanks, Christina, good to see you.”

“You too, see you in a bit.”

Ian led Michael through the living areas and back to the master bedroom wing. “This is a great house, Ian. I hope you do keep it, it feels like you.” They put their bags down and Michael opened one of his suitcases to pull out a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and his sandals.

Ian went over to the closet and brought out his own casual clothes, “It really isn’t large enough for when your family visits; there’s only the one guest room.” He pulled off his clothes and found another pair of briefs in his dresser pausing to slip them on.

“Ian, sit down for a second.” Michael guided Ian to the bed, had him sit on the edge and knelt in front of him between his legs.

“Love, this really isn’t-”

Michael put a finger to Ian’s mouth. “Hush, I wasn’t even thinking about it. Ian, this is the third or fourth reason you’ve come up with why this house should be sold. I’m not saying they’re not valid reasons but is there something you’re not mentioning, that you might not even be aware of that’s making you want to sell?”

Ian thought about it for a minute while Michael stood back up and took off his clothes and redressed, giving Ian time.

“I’ll have to work on this for a while.” Ian stood and pulled on his clothes, slipping his feet into a pair of deck shoes.

“Okay. You ready to head out to the veranda?” Michael drew out the last word and tried to emulate the way Christina said it.

“Yes, before mum comes back here thinking we’re having it on. Speaking of that, no knickers, Michael?”

“These are swim trunks, they have the sling thing. See?” Michael pulled out the waistband and Ian looked down.

“Oh yes. Nice view. It looks rather snug down there.” Ian began to slide his hand down and Michael stepped back, letting his waistband snap back.

“No you don’t. Not with your parents waiting to see you. And you call me a sex maniac.” Michael backed down the hallway as Ian mock leered and stalked towards him. Michael turned and hurried out, giggling a little.

“Hi Margaret, hi Ken.” Michael said a little breathlessly as he ran into the room, trying to avoid Ian who slowed down and acted as if nothing had happened.

“Mum, dad.” Ian gave them both a hug and a kiss.

Ken didn’t hesitate. “Alright, let’s see it. Come on.”

“What?”

“We want to see the tattoo.” Margaret said.

“Oh. Okay.” Ian turned around and lowered the right side of his shorts. “See?” They all craned and stared for a moment at the tattoo. “It matches the one Michael has except the initials are reversed.”

“What initials?” Christina asked.

“The ones in the wave below the dolphin.”

“Oh, it’s quite subtle isn’t it? Did it hurt?”

Ian pulled his waistband back up and sat down. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It did hurt but only like a sunburn does.”

&&
January 20, 2006 Ann Arbor, MI

“Hi guys, Donna said you could go right on back.” The receptionist smiled and indicated the door.

They entered the cubicle to find Donna sitting at her worktable. “Hi guys. Good to see you again. Ian, I know you’re nervous so I’ve gotten everything ready for you. You two know the drill so I’m just going to leave you to change. You’ve got your swim suit?”

Ian nodded and held up his Speedo.

“Good, I thought we’d make this a little easier this time. Michael, once Ian’s got them on, draw a line where the suit hits with this pen. It washes off with soap. Then Ian, you can put on these scrubs, don’t worry they’re new and Michael can cut out where the tattoo will go. That way you won’t have to move later. Michael, stick your head out when you’re ready.” Donna swept out of the room after setting the drapes and scrubs on the table.

Ian pulled off his pants and sweater, folding them neatly and slipped off his shoes. He pulled his Speedos and Michael bent down.

“Oh, I love this view.” Michael pulled the waist a little and then drew the line, giving Ian a loving pat on the bottom. “Are you sure you’re ready to do this?”

“Yes. I’m ready. Just a little scared.” Ian stripped off the swim suit and pulled on the scrubs, laying down on the table and getting comfortable after accepting the pillow Michael gave him. “Okay, are you ready to cut?”

“What? Oh, the pants. Are you sure you trust me with scissors near your most important asset?”

“Ha. Cut the pants funny boy.”

Michael picked up the scissors and carefully cut out a swatch. “There, that should do it. You want the drape?”

“No, it’s actually quite warm in here. Go get Donna.”

“You can still change your mind.”

Ian rolled over onto his side and patted the table. “Sit.”

“Woof.” Michael sat and stroked a hand down Ian’s side, grinning.

“Good boy. Love, I want to do this. I’m a little scared about the pain factor but I’ll be fine once she gets started. Now give us a kiss and go get Donna.”

“I hear and obey.” Michael bent down and gave Ian a sweet kiss with a little tongue thrown in for good measure before slipped down off the table to go to the door. Ian groaned a little and buried his head in his arms, Michael certainly had taken his mind off the tattoo but that kiss had brought up other things.

“Okay, it looks like you’re ready here. Michael, have a seat and I’ll do the transfer. Oh, my. Ian, you’re built like brick house aren’t you. What a nice canvas to work on.”

&&

Ian couldn’t help but wince when the needle first touched his skin but he held steady and breathed through it.

“You okay up there?”

“Yes, carry on.”

Michael leaned forward and whispered, “Think of what I’m going to do to you when I get you home later. I’ll have to lick every inch of your body just to make sure you’re okay followed by touching you right-”

Ian tried to stifle a grin, “Not helping.”

“Oh, but I’m getting a kick out of it. Just where would you touch him?” Donna said, smirking over Ian’s shoulders at Michael.

“Donna!”

“What? You two are so cute together and I’m divorced. Let me live vicariously. Did you mean it literally, that’d you’d lick him all over?”

“Donna!”

&&&

February 26, 2005 Sydney Australia

“Ian was very brave.” Michael took Ian’s hand, eyes dark with the memory of what they’d done after they’d gotten home.

“I don’t think I could do it.” David set down his drink. “How long did it take?”

“It was only a couple of hours, it was well worth it.” Ian squeezed Michael’s hand.

“All right, you love birds. What are you planning to do while you’re here?” Margaret asked, handing them both a glass of iced tea.

“A little surfing maybe, dropping by to see friends, and we’re got tickets to the opera on Wednesday. We’ve still got training but we’ve got a lot of free time. Did you have something in mind?”

“Well Grant has already rung up this morning; so have a few of your other mates. I wrote their names down. They probably want you to meet them at the pub later this week. Grant’s going to be in town on Tuesday I think.” Ken remarked.

“I’ll have to ring everyone back but maybe we can have dinner tonight or tomorrow, just the six of us.”

“That would be lovely.” Margaret cleared her throat, “Ian, can I ask? How have your sessions with Charles going?”

Ian sat back and smiled. “We’ve been doing fine. We’re down to meeting with him individually now, on Fridays alternating weeks. We drop off our journals and he brings them by on Saturdays when we’re at the pool.”

“Ian, I don’t want to offend you but you never struck me as the type to need therapy.” Christine mentioned as she shifted in her chair.

“I’m not offended. I never thought I was either but Michael and I want to be together for the rest of our lives. It’s hard enough being gay, from different countries, swimming against each other and then adding in Taylor and Cathy.” Ian ticked the items off and shrugged. “It’s difficult enough having a relationship without having our pasts becoming part of it.”

Christina nodded and tucked her foot under her. “I can understand that, my own problem is that now I’ve got *another* brother.”

Michael snickered. “You can take Hilary and Whitney, please. I’m not using them.”

“Are they still being difficult over Debbie and Ryan’s engagement?”

“Pretty much, Margaret. I’m not sure if they’re just being stubborn or if they still think mom and dad will get back together. Which would make things kind of interesting with Jackie living there too but they’re not really rational on the subject.”

“It’s a hard thing I suppose, having your parents get divorced.” David put in.

“They were older than me when it happened, I just remember being relieved they wouldn’t be fighting anymore. Not they stopped fighting entirely after the divorce but it wasn’t all the time. Whit and Hil still remember the good times, I guess.”

“Have you met any of Ryan’s family yet?” Ken asked.

Michael shook his head, “No, I’m a little resistant but Ian suggested I get their email addresses or start a mailing list. There’s like fifty of them, including Ryan’s nieces and nephews and they’re all pretty close according to mom.”

“That’s a good idea, Ian. That way you can both get to know them.” Christina picked up the pitcher of tea and looked around. “Anyone want a refill?”

Ian pushed his glass over. “I’m just hoping that we’ll keep them straight eventually. One of Ryan’s nephew’s sons is coming to university next semester, which one is it Michael?”

“Joe, he’s graduating from high school in Chicago and coming to U of M for med school. Let me think; he’s Ryan’s sister Meagan’s grandson. His parents are James and Nadia. She’s a doctor, he’s a stockbroker. Boy, those flash cards I made really helped, didn’t they?”

Ian chuckled. “Yes, although I thought you were crazy at the time. I’ll have to borrow them.”

David clinked his ice in his glass and leaned forward, “Did you guys offer to put him up, since he’s going to your school?”

“No, Ryan said Joe was really looking forward to living in the dorms. I guess we’ll meet James and Nadia when they bring him up to move in if we don’t meet them this summer.”

“Are you spending the summer in Baltimore?”

“Part of it, Ken. The semester ends the last of April, then we’ve got the short course in Florida the first week of May and the FINA in August. We haven’t decided how we’re going to split up the summer but we intend to come back for several weeks.”

“I can’t believe you aren’t going to the Commonwealth Games next month in Melbourne.”

“I didn’t get the notice for the qualifier until after I made the decision to enter university and the date was just not possible. No worries, mum. It gives someone else a chance to have a good meet.”

“That’s a good attitude but there were some comments in the press here, just so you know.”

“Dave told me, dad but I wasn’t heartbroken by any means. Now, enough about us. Christina, how’s the job going?”

&&

After an early dinner courtesy of Margaret, Michael and Ian waved goodbye to his family and shut the front door.

“Let’s clean up the kitchen and take a walk.” Ian suggested.

“Okay.” Michael started clearing the table and bringing them into the kitchen as Ian began loading the dishwasher.

“I hate to say this but I think I like your baked dinner better than mum’s.” Ian said as he wiped down the stove.

“Sacrilege!”

“Well don’t ever tell her I said so but it’s juicier in the crock pot.”

“I won’t spill the beans. It was a little dry but I thought it had just cooked a little too long.”

“It’s always like that, not that I don’t like mum’s but…”

“I get the picture. I still like my mom’s spaghetti but yours is a lot better. I think because we like to cook and our moms had to cook, maybe that’s the difference.”

“Could be. Ready for that walk?”

“Lead on.”

Ian locked the door and turned to take Michael’s hand. When Michael looked surprised, Ian shrugged. “It’s common knowledge we’re together, even here.”

“All right.” Michael twined their fingers together. “I guess I’m just used to Ann Arbor where no one cares. I don’t know what people are like here.”

“Oh, they’ll stare but they do anyway. I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier, about the house.” Ian led them down to street, heading for the public park.

“And?”

“I think I’m anxious to sell because a lot of people know I live here. It’s pretty common knowledge and I hate it when boats go by on the canal and slow down, getting a look at the place.”

“They’d do that no matter where you lived wouldn’t they?”

“I suppose.”

“Are you allowed to put up a privacy screen of trees or is the view important to you?”

“That’s an idea.”

“Ian, you can sell the house if that’s what you want to do but I’m worried that this is kind of spur of the moment. Are you feeling that uncomfortable, being back here?”

Ian twitched and hunched his shoulders. “I wouldn’t have put it that way but maybe I am.”

Michael rubbed his thumb against the back of Ian’s hand. “You’ve never been away from Australia and lived anywhere else have you?”

“No, aside from a couple of weeks in training in different places.”

They walked in silence for a minute, coming to the small park on the water. “Ian, I just don’t want you to regret selling it. It’s a beautiful house and it’s very you.”

Ian stopped. “Maybe that’s what’s wrong. It is very me but it’s not us.”

“I picked out the house in Ann Arbor.” Michael tugged on Ian’s hand to keep them moving.

“But I was there when you moved in and you only lived there a couple of months before I moved in.”

“True.”

“And I love that house. It’s all comfy and cozy, filled with our things. The house here is very bachelor pad and modern, which was fine when I bought it but I’m not a bachelor anymore.”

“So you think this is a problem we can’t solve by simply redecorating? Don’t give me that look!” Michael sat down on a bench facing the water.

“Michael, you didn’t even have a picture up when I got there.”

“I guess you won’t buy the ‘but I was waiting for you’ excuse?” At Ian’s stare, Michael sighed. “Okay, so I’m not the world’s greatest decorator.”

“Michael, you don’t decorate at all.”

“Because you’re much better at it and I like picking things out with you. We could do the same here.”

“But it still doesn’t solve the problem of space. It’s a large house but it’s only got two bedrooms, we’d have to convert that into a study for you. That would leave us without a guest room for your family.”

“I don’t see where any of them will be traveling here on a regular basis but what about remodeling? Couldn’t we add on? And let’s say Chris and Dave do take up the offer to rent it out for a while, where will we stay when we’re here?”

“Michael! Why didn’t you think of that before I said anything to him?”

“Sorry, I just realized what it would mean for this summer.”

“Well, I wonder when their lease is up. We’ll only be here for a couple of weeks this summer, maybe we can squeak in before they move and it will give us time to pack and arrange things. Of course, Christina might just turn it down.”

“I should hthouthought it through a little better.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s a great idea actually. I do want to think about the house for the bit, consider all the options.”

“There’s no hurry to make a decision, we’ve got three years of school left after all.”

“You’re right. I’ll have to work out why I was suddenly so anxious about it. Thanks for talking it over with me.”

“You’re welcome. Just imagine how much fun we’ll have picking out a place to live in the States in a few years.”

“I’ve been thinking about that too. You know, I’m starting to like the idea of Baltimore. It’s what, a five hour drive to New York? It has a good airport, access to the waterfront.”

“I’m going to go off on a tangent here so bear with me. We’re both planning to spend time near where our parents live but are your parents staying in Sydney?”

“I have no idea, they’ve never said.”

“I know dad has talked about going to South Carolina in a couple of years and I don’t know about mom and Ryan. I definitely want to spend the time we have with all of them but we’re going to have think about our future too. Maybe that means somewhere new to both of us.”

“That is a different approach. We would be able to travel to visit them; we wouldn’t necessarily have to live close by.”

“We could get a condo near each set of parents if we had to with a house somewhere else. Doesn’t necessarily have to be Baltimore or Sydney.”

“Are we no longer spending a half year in each place?”

“I’m not ruling it out but it’s not our only option, that’s all I’m saying.”

Ian put his head down on Michael’s shoulder. “Brain overload. Can’t think anymore.”

Michael patted Ian’s head. “Okay, rest your pretty little head for a minute and we can just enjoy the view.”

“You think my head is pretty?”

“I think your head is gorgeous, along with all the rest of you.”

“You’re very sweet, you know that?” Ian wrapped his arm around Michael’s waist.

“Not sweet, just being truthful.” Michael put his hand on Ian’s thigh and patted it fondly.

“You’re very good for me.”

“And you’re good for me.”

&&

Michael closed the door behind them as Ian ran to catch the phone, Michael could hear Ian greeting whoever it was but detoured into the bathroom. When he came out, Ian was still on the phone and Michael wandered into the kitchen to find Ian smiling.

“That’s great, Chris. No, it’ll work out perfectly. I’m glad you two decided to do it. I’ll be sure and give Michael a big kiss from you. Talk to you tomorrow, bye.”

“That must have been your sister.”

“Yes, David told her and she’s ecstatic. Their lease expires at the end of June so we can be here through May or June without a problem. That’ll give them time to move in and redecorate for the baby.”

“That’s great.”

“Yes, she was really stressed about trying to find a two bedroom place they could afford before the baby came along so this is really great. Thank you love.” Ian leaned in and kissed Michael, sliding his arms around Michael’s hips and pulling them together.

Michael slid his arms around Ian’s neck and opened his mouth, thrusting his tongue into Ian’s mouth, deepening their kiss. Ian dropped a hand to cup Michael’s ass and thrust his groin into Michael’s, inserting a knee in between Michael’s legs.

Ian nibbled his way over to Michael’s earlobe and Michael gasped. “Baby, you know what that does to me.”

“That’s why I like doing it.” Ian upped the ante and slid his hand down the back of Michael’s shorts, trailing a finger over Michael’s tattoo.

“Oh, okay. Bed. Now.” Michael stepped away and started pulling Ian towards the master bedroom.

“What’s wrong with here?”

“And have you accuse me of being a sex maniac again? No way. Besides, you’ll need something soft to lie on.”

“I will?”

“Yes, because I intend to make you scream. Consider yourself warned, Mr. Thorpe.”

“You think you have what it takes?”

“I know every little weak spot you have and I’m prepared to exploit every last one of them.” Michael pulled them through the bedroom door and swung Ian around walking him back towards the bed. Once they were close enough, Michael pulled Ian’s T-shirt off and unzipped his shorts.

Ian allowed it but didn’t help beyond kicking off his sandals, waiting to see what Michael would do. Michael pushed Ian backward and Ian fell onto the bed, leaving Michael to strip off his clothes and throw them across the room.

Now naked, Michael took the two steps required to stand in front of Ian and said with a challenging look, “Let the games begin,” before dropping to his knees and putting his hands on Ian’s hips.

Ian was still wearing his briefs but that didn’t stop Michael from placing his mouth over Ian’s penis, breathing over the sensitive flesh before licking across the material. Ian had braced himself on his elbows to watch the show but hadn’t expected that move. He immediately felt his cock stiffen and begin to peek out through the slit of his brief, helped by Michael’s mouth. “Oh fuck me.” Ian swore.

“Don’t worry, I intend to.” Michael carefully pulled down the briefs, exposing Ian’s full glory and dropped his head again to tongue the area between the base of Ian’s cock and his balls, one hand coming up to cradle the heavy sacs while the other removed the briefs from Ian’s legs and threw them over his shoulder.

Michael took first one sac and then the other in his mouth, rolling them with his tongue and running his hands up and down Ian’s legs. He left Ian’s balls and brought a hand up to wrap around Ian’s cock, wrapping his lips around the head and dropping his head to engulf Ian in his mouth. His other hand drifted up and pressed his thumb to Ian’s perineum, knowing that Ian loved that.

“Oh god, Michael. Oh fuck.” Ian tried to raise his hips and thrust but Michael’s forearm prevented it. “You. Please. Michael.”

“What do you want, baby?” Michael idly stoked his fingers against the sensitive spot below the head of Ian’s cock.

“You. In. Now.”

“Why don’t you move up and I’ll get the lube?”

“No. Right here.” Ian sat up and grabbed Michael by the waist and pulled him forward. “It’s the right height.”

“Oh, okay. Be right back.” Michael half crawled to his carryon and found his kit, zipping it open and pulling out the small tube of lube. He turned back to find Ian had pulled a pillow down and thrown it on the floor in front of him.

Michael made it back over and Ian spread his legs, putting his arms behind him to watch Michael prepare him. The sight of those long fingers entering his body and Michael concentrated look caused Ian to shudder. “Hurry up. I want you in me now.”

“Patience, I don’t want to hurt you.” Michael sucked on Ian’s shoulder and tweaked a nipple before deciding he’d used enough lube. He smeared the rest onto his penis and dropped his hands to grasp the underside of Ian’s thighs and sliding him forward a little.

He moved his hips forward and then pulled Ian’s legs apart before dropping one hand to his own penis and slowly guiding himself into Ian in one long stroke. Ian tipped forward and raised his legs, wrapping them around Michael’s waist and dropping his hand to his groin and lifting his balls, finding the spot below them. “Go on, do it.”

Michael pulled back and thrust in, leaning forward and twisting his hips a bit. “You feel so hot, baby.”

Ian bit into Michael’s neck, careful not to break the skin and whimpered as Michael’s cock butted into his prostate. “You. God. Harder.”

Michael complied and deepened his stroke, establishing a pattern that brought Ian to the brink before backing off and then starting over. They were both covered in sweat and Ian was clutching at Michael, begging to come when Michael finally dropped his hand between them and stroked Ian’s penis; flexing his hips and pressing into Ian’s prostate.

Ian’s orgasm overtook him and he trembled, his come spraying between them. Michael thrust a few more times before coming himself, slumping down and laying his head on Ian’s stomach to lazily lick the come from the surface. Ian’s hand splaying over Michael’s head and he idly ran his fingers through Michael’s hair.

Once they’d both recovered, Michael straightened up and stood shakily before extending a hand to pull Ian. They walked into the bathroom and Michael turned on the shower, drawing Ian under the water once it had warmed up.

They stood, arms around each other under the spray exchanging long slow kisses before Michael sighed and grabbed the soap, rubbing the bar between his hands and spreading the lather over Ian’s chest and abdomen.

“Are you hungry, Michael?”

“Is that a rhetorical question?”

“I should know better, shouldn’t I? Do you want to go out or stay in?”

“How about we go and get takeaway from that place you mentioned. Is that the right word? Takeaway?”

“It’s the right word. And I could do with a good curry.”

“Well just pick me out something not too spicy okay?”

“That I will do. Are you done here?”

“Yeah, let’s get going. You want eat on the veranda?”

“That sounds good.” Ian turned off the water and grabbed two towels. They quickly dried off and redressed. Ian found his car keys and they walked out to the car. “Do you want to drive?”

“No, maybe tomorrow. I still need a day to get used to it.”

“Okay. Do you want to see the Harbor tomorrow? You said you didn’t get much of a chance to sightsee on your previous visits.” Ian started the car and pulled out onto the road.

“That’ll be great, if the weather holds.”

“It should. We’ll put our walking shoes on and hike around, that’s the best way to see everything.”

“Sounds like fun. We’ll have to hit the pool early then.”

“I’ll make that sacrifice for you, besides its best if we don’t sleep in tomorrow.”

“We’ll just have to go to bed early, make sure we get enough sleep.”

The light changed at the next intersection and Ian pulled to a stop. “You know, you didn’t quite get me to scream.” He glanced at Michael out of the corner of his eye.

“No? That’s strange because I distinctly remember someone screaming ‘oh fuck me Michael.’ Who could that have been?”

“It must have been you.”

“I don’t think I scream my own name but I guess we’ll have to have a rematch, later.” Michael put his hand on Ian’s knee and squeezed.

AN: Sorry for not posting yesterday but I was out gallivanting and then had to spend a couple of hours today doing a chart of all the people mentioned in this story because I realized I goofed on a couple of them. Next chapter should follow shortly. Thanks 3x to everyone who has reviewed at Olympia
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