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February 28, 2006 Caringbah, Australia

Michael rolled over saw Ian sliding back into bed. “What time is it?”

“Almost seven.”

“Oh.” Michael began to roll back when he stopped. “What were you doing?”

“I took a shower, brushed my teeth.”

Michael snuggled back into his pillow. “I thought we set the alarm for nine?”

“We did but I was awake. When did you wake up?”

“A while ago.” Michael closed his eyes and squirmed around a bit, trying to get comfortable.

“Ah. Why don’t you go take a shower too?” Ian trailed a finger down Michael’s spine.

Michael’s eyes popped open. “Are you suggesting morning sex?”

“I believe I am.”

“I’ll be right back.” Michael sprang out of bed so fast that the shower door closed as he finished speaking. Five and a half minutes later, he slid back in bed still rather damp to find Ian sound asleep. He stopped and signed, turning over. It had been a nice idea but Ian needed his rest.

“What are you doing?”

Michael rolled over. “I thought you were asleep.”

“No, we’re having morning sex. I was setting the mood.”

“Oh. You were doing a good job.”

Ian reached out and dragged Michael closer, with Michael’s full cooperation and went up on one elbow to look down at him. “Good morning, love.”

“Morning baby.” Michael raised his head to meet Ian’s mouth, sliding his arms around Ian’s shoulders. Ian stroked his free hand down Michael’s torso and flank until he found Michael’s right buttock. His fingers drifted over the spot where his mark was burned into Michael’s skin before he reached down and cupped Michael’s ass, bringing their cocks together.

Michael pulled his head back, gasping. “Where’s the lube?”

“On the nightstand, next to the towel.” Ian murmured before he began sucking on Michael’s neck. Michael reached over and scrambled for the tube, pulling it over along with the towel and flipping the top open. He squeezed out a portion and tilted his hips a little, moving his hand over to prepare himself.

Ian lifted his head to watch, his eyes darkening at the sight of Michael’s fingers disappearing into his tight hole. “I love watching you do this.” He slid his hand around and began stroking Michael’s cock.

“Gah, not too much or I’ll come.” Michael warned, speeding up his fingers. He put one foot flat on the bed to get better access and incidentally thrust his cock deeper into Ian’s hand.

“You really think you can’t get it up again even if you did?”

“Probably could.”

Ian licked Michael’s earlobe and stoked a little faster. “Then go ahead. You know how much I like to watch you and you always feel so good inside after you’ve come.”

Michael thrust up again, his free hand twining around Ian’s, upping the tempo of the stroke. With only a few more strokes, his eyes rolled back in his head as his penis twitched and he ejaculated. “God, oh.”

Ian ducked his head and carefully licked up Michael’s semen before turning him over. Ian snagged several pillows and stuffed them under Michael’s chest and stomach after spreading the towel under him, leaving Michael laying half on his left side, with his right leg hitched over the pillows.

“Am I all arranged to your satisfaction?” Michael asked languidly, idly plucking at his own nipple.

“Yes, I think so.” Ian lay down and stretched out along Michael’s back, his right hand guiding his cock into Michael in one smooth glide.

“Oh, that’s nice, baby.” Michael arched his neck and back, driving Ian deeper.

“You feel so good, love.” Ian leisurely thrust in and out, running his thumb over Michael’s tattoo as he gripped Michael’s hip. He buried his head in Michael’s neck, sucking gently as he felt his orgasm build then began thrusting more urgently and sliding his hand around to Michael’s cock.

Michael moaned with every thrust and gripped Ian’s wrist suddenly, gasping out Ian’s name as he came again. Ian froze as Michael’s channel clenched down on his cock and came himself, sucking on Michael’s neck much more fiercely than he had intended.

They caught their breath and Ian found Michael’s hand, touching their rings together. “Happy anniversary, love.”

“Happy anniversary to you too. I have to say I loved your present; it fit perfectly.”

“That wasn’t your present.”

Michael snuggled back. “It wasn’t? But I’ve always wanted morning sex for a present.”

“No, your present is in my suitcase. This was my present.” Ian snuffled at Michael’s nape and tightened his arms.

“In that case I’ll return the other present I got you.”

“You didn’t need to buy me anything.”

“It’s from Armani but I guess they’ll take it back.” Michael hid a grin as Ian stiffened, he could practically taste Ian’s sudden dilemma.

“You got me something from Armani?”

Michael turned around and wrapped his arms around Ian, “Yes but I had pic picking it out so it should fit perfectly and it’s in excellent taste.”

“All right, I’ll bite. What is it?”

“Hang on.” Michael slipped out of bed and went over to his suitcase. Ian figured he might as well get Michael’s gift and they met in bed, both holding envelopes. They hesitated before exchanging them and Ian tore into his while Michael watched.

“A gift certificate for a leather coat?” Puzzled, Ian looked up at Michael.

“Ah, but not just any leather coat; it’s too late this year for you to get much use out of one so that’s for a coat next season personally designed by Giorgio. He’ll meet us in New York the week after the semester ends and your coat should be ready by fall.”

“Michael, that’s a wonderful present. How did you manage this?”

“I noticed that you kept looking at his collection on line so I called the New York store and told them what I wanted, it really wasn’t hard.”

“I was pondering whether I really needed another leather coat but as it’s a gift, I’ll just have to accept.” Ian smiled happily. “Now go ahead and open yours.”

“Oh, okay.” Michael opened the envelope and unfolded the paper it held. “What’s this?”

“It’s a copy of the deed to this house. It will take a month or two for the paperwork to be completed but I’m putting your name on the deed.”

“You’re making me co-owner of your house?”

“Yes, except it will be our house.”

Michael crawled into Ian’s lap. “Thank you. This really means a lot to me.”

“You’re welcome. I actually only thought of it Sunday, morning sex was the original gift.” Ian admitted.

“I liked both of them. Does the deed make you feel better about keeping the house?”

“Yes, now it’s ours together. I feel much better.”

“Good. Do we have time for more of the original gift?” Michael wiggled his eyebrows and squirmed around.

“We’ve got to be at the pool in an hour and a half.”

“We could save time and have shower sex.” Michael suggested hopefully.

“Okay but you’re doing all the work; I’ve got to save something for training.” Ian heaved out a sigh, looking much put upon.

“Don’t worry I’ll take of everything. You’ll just have tandtand there.” Michael patted Ian’s penis and rolled away heading into the bathroom, casting a come hither look over his shoulder.

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“Ian! Michael!” Grant waved his hand, standing up near a table in the back.

“Gee, was the standing really necessary?” Michael muttered as they walked through the crowed pub.

“No but he always does it.” Ian nodded in greeting to some familiar faces on the way. “Grant! Good to see you mate!” Ian hugged his friend and stepped aside so Michael and Grant could greet each other.

Michael tried to get away with a handshake but Grant ignored his hand and hugged him, jumping up and down a little.

“Hi, Grant.”

“Hi Phelpsie. How’s my little buddy?” Grant reached over and ruffled Michael’s hair.

“I’m okay, how are you?”

“Good, have a seat. Ian, I’m drinking beer.”

Ian sighed and looked down at Michael. “Do you want your usual?”

“Please.”

“I’ll be right back. Grant, don’t harass him too much.”

Grant didn’t dignify that with an answer, he just shooed Ian away with his hand and after Ian was far enough away, he turned serious.

“How is he doing?”

Michael was a little taken aback but shrugged. “He’s fine.”

“I mean about the Commonwealth Games. He’s not having a fit over missing the qualifier is he?”

“Oh. No, he’s fine about it.” At Grant’s disbelieving look, Michael nodded emphatically. “Really, he was a little peeved when the date was announced but more over how petty it was.”

“It was incredibly petty of them and no one bought it, that original venue had filter problems.”

“Are people really that upset about Ian attending college in the states?”

“I think they’re more upset by the fact that I’m gay.” Ian set down two beers and a glass of soda.

“No beer for Phelpsie? Ian no cares who you bonk; they’re worried that you’ll move to America and never come back.” Grant picked up his glass and toasted them.

“Well, I’m good but I’m not that good.” Michael tapped his glass to Grant’s and Ian’s.

“Strange people think that because here I sit, in Australia.”

“But you’re only home for a week.” Grant pointed out.

“I still say it’s because I’m gay. Well, I’m admitting I’m gay now.” Ian sat back and sipped his beer.

“Maybe it’s time you two did an interview and clear things up. I’m tired of the tabloids making things up.”

“Making things up? Like what?” Michael started stacking the extra coasters absently.

“Here, I figured you hadn’t stopped to look at the newsstands.” Grant reached down onto the seat next to him and pulled out three tabloids, tossing them on the table.

Michael picked one up. “Huh, ‘Ian Says Goodbye To Australia.’ Hey, this picture was taken yesterday.” Michael showed Ian the front page.

“Was that at the Quay? Mine has ‘Ian Gives It All Up for Love.’” Ian tilted the paper so Michael could see the picture that captured them kissing. “That was taken yesterday too, when we were walking to the ferry.”

“And the piece de resistance, ‘Ian’s American Lover tells all.’” Grant flipped the paper over to show a picture of Michael with Annette Perry hanging over his shoulder.

“That bitch!” Ian exclaimed. “She set that up in the restaurant.”

“She’s probably the one who had the photographer following us all day. I didn’t even see anyone. Hand that over, please.”

Grant handed over the paper and Michael flipped to page four. “It says here that I’m a typical rude American teenager.”

“Don’t forget miss the part about you making a pass at her. She doesn’t come right out and say it but she implies it heavily.” Grant pointed out helpfully.

“Ew. Does she not know what gay means? Aside from the fact that she’s the wrong gender, she’s old enough to be my mom.”

Ian read through the first cle cle before starting on the second. “I’ve always thought she was actually a man in drag.”

Michael turned to Ian. “Is it the chin whiskers that made you think that?”

“Annette’s got chin whiskers?” Grant asked.

“Yeah, right underneath the jaw line where her makeup ends; she can’t be a guy in drag, they’re usually better at applying cosmetics.” When both Iad Grd Grant looked at him, Michael shrugged. “What? There were a couple of drag queens who’d stop in at Pete’s. They were nice.”

Ian and Grant exchanged a look and Grant couldn’t help himself. “How did you know they were drag queens?”

“They told me.”

Ian pushed the paper back with an expression of disgust. “I think someone’s trying to push us into giving an interview.”

Michael gathered the papers and handed them back to Grant. “I am not a rude.”

“Of course yo not not, love. And you’re not a teenager either but if Annette thinks you are that makes her flirting with you yesterday even more ghastly.”

“Good lord, she was hitting on you?”

“Yes, right in front of Ian too.” Michael looked aghast.

Ian patted Michael’s hand. “I think we can all agree she’s not a tactful person.”

“That’s a nice ring Ian.”

“Thank you, Michael has one too. See?”

Michael put his hand beside Ian’s. “We got them for our first anniversary.”
ou wou weren’t wearing them in Portugal, were you?”

“Not while we were competing. Bob was kind enough to hold them fs dus during the races.”

“How are things with Bob?”

“Great. It’s been really interesting, he’s a great technician.”

“I thought you’d done something with your stroke. What kind of training regime has he got you on?”

Ian went over the minute changes in his training that Bob had suggested, including the stroke improvements and Grant was fascinated.

“Just by changing the angle for a period, then switching back? How has that helped?”

“It makes me more aware of how the stroke works through the water. I have kept a few of the changes, like the elbow angle. But it’s really brilliant.”

“Michael, is that what you’ve been doing on your breast?”

“Somewhat. I’m still trying to find the perfect stroke and work off of it. Ian’s already got a perfect stroke, he’s just refining it.”

“I think I might have to drop in for a visit. I’d like to see it in action.” Grant said.

“You’re welcome to stay with us. We’ve got plenty of room. Ow! Ian, did you just kick me?” Michael turned to look at his lover in shock.

“No, I was just moving my feet.” Ian said innocently while glaring at Grant.

Grant glanced between them and sat back. “Ian, don’t you want me to visit? Aren’t we mates?”

“Yes, of course. I’d be more than happy to have you stay with us.” Ian said, lying through his teeth.

Michael stared at Ian and then suddenly grinned. “Are you jealous?”

“No! But he is your type, as you admitted yesterday.”

“Be’s e’s like your brother. It would be like finding David attractive. Not that Grant and David aren’t both attractive but icky.”

“Icky? I’m icky?” Grant said, clearly amused.

“No but it’s like I can see that Margaret is an attractive woman but I’d never go there no matter how much Ken and I joke about it.”

“Now you’re comparing me to Ian’s mum?”

“There is a certain resemblance,” Ian said with a chortle taking Michael’s hand in silent apology. “Grant, please come visit even if Bob won’t let you near the pool. I’ve missed you and it’d be just like mum was visiting.

“Go bite your bum, Ian. Now gather up your better half and let’s meet the boys for a tucker.”

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March 4, 2006 Caringbah, Australia

Michael folded another shirt and put it aside on the pile before picking up another one and holding it out. “How about this one?”

Ian looked up from his pile of pants and shook his head. “It can stay. I think all the rest of those can stay. They’re all a little tight on me anyway; I should drop them off at the charity shop.”

Michael flipped the shirt around. “I kind of like it. Mind if I try it on?”

“Knock yourself out. We’ve got room to bring them back if you want any of them.”

Pulling off his shirt, Michael slipped on the one he’d been looking at and stood to look in the mirror. “What do you think?”

Ian came up behind him and straightened out the collar. “It looks good on you. I swear you’ve gotten taller and a little broader in the chest.”

“So you’ve said before.” Michael admired the shirt and then slipped it off, folding it and putting it aside before grabbing the next. “Are you all done with your pants?”

“Yes, you want to try any of them?”

Michael picked a pair up. “I’d have to get them hemmed but I like these gray ones.” Michael shucked off his shorts and pulled them on.

Ian shook his head. “You’d have to get them taken in at the waist too. It would probably ruin the line.”

“What’s this, Michael and Ian’s Dress up Hour?”

They both turned to see Christina lounging against the door frame. “No, it’s going through Ian’s clothes time. Do you think you’d be able to drop some clothes off at the Salvos for me?”

“Sure. You two know you’ve only got four hours before your flight leaves, right?”

“We’re almost done. This was the last of it actually. Michael, try the rest of those shirts on so we can finish packing.”

“Okay. How are you today, Chris?”

“I’m okay.” Chris came over and sat on the bed, curling a leg beneath her. “I still can’t believe you’re going to let us live here. It’s such a beautiful house.”

“You’re not going to cry are you?” Ian asked anxiously.

“No, I was just all weepy the other day because of the party. Everyone was so nice, bringing all those things for the baby.”

“Okay but don’t get all weepy. You know I can’t handle it.”

“Just for that I’m going to burst into tears at the airport.” Christina stuck her tongue out at Ian.

Michael pulled the last shirt off and put it in the discard pile. “Ian, where are the other things for charity?”

“It’s that pile over on the dresser. Did you remember to pack that tuxedo jacket? You looked smashing in it the other night.”

“Yes, it’s in with your other suits. There, I’m all done.” Michael started to zip his suitcase before stopping to dasto tto the bathroom. He came back out with their kits. “We almost forgot these.” He tucked them into their carryon bags and finished zipping his bags. “Now, we’re done.”

“Great.” Christina stood up. “We can stop for lunch on the way. Do you need help with any of those? And don’t even suggest I can’t carry luggage while I’m pregnant.”

Ian smiled and shook his head. “All right you caught me. Can you grab our carryon bags? We can get the rest.”

She hoisted the bags and walked to the door. “I’ll see you two at the car then and we don’t have time for a quickie, keep that in mind.”

Rolling his eyes, Ian checked the nightstands and put the tubes of lube into a pocket in his luggage. “Are you ready, love?”

“Yeah. You know, I’m really going to miss being here. This was such a great week.”

“Yes it was but we’ll be back soon.” Ian slung an arm around Michael’s shoulders and gave him a squeeze.

“True and that’s something to look forward to. Let’s go before she comes looking for us.”
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