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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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March 1, 2012 Philadelphia, PA

“Ian, are you done with those?”

Looking up, Ian blinked. “Huh?”

Margaret nodded at the clothes in the basket that Ian had been folding. “Are you done with the boys’ clothes?”

“Oh, sorry Mum. I’m a little distracted I guess.”

Shaking her head, Margaret took the basket and went over to the dresser. “Michael’s going to do fine today.”

“I know he will but it’s a big day for him and I didn’t even see him before he left to wish him luck.”

“Because you were up with the boys at four and you needed your sleep. What time is the exam over?”

“One thirty. I hope he calls when he’s done.” Ian said, glancing at the clock and trying to urge it on from eleven twenty three.

“Why don’t you go down there and meet him for lunch?”

“But the boys and-”

“Nonsense. Gail and I can handle it and Grant will be home soon so if you’re not back in time, he or your dad can take Chloe to practice. I’ve heard there are plenty of hotels down there too and you guys deserve some time alone.”

“Mum, that’s a fantastic idea!” Ian said as he stood and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.”

&&

Michael read over the last question for the second time and reviewed his answer. He still had ten minutes left but he was pretty confident that he’d done well. He corrected a grammar error on his answer then took a deep breath and pressed the submit button. There. Now it was up to the fates.

He stood, pushed his chair in and headed for the door; stopping to get his coat from the rack and signing out at the proctor’s desk. He took the paper the man at the desk gave him and made a mental note of the date his score would be available on the website.

As he zipped up his coat, he turned towards the parking garage and stopped when he saw a familiar figure lounging near the exit with a small suitcase over his shoulder.

“Hey sailor, looking for a good time?”

“Ian, what are you doing here? Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine. Mum and Gail are with the boys and Chloe’s going to swim practice with Dad. How did it go?” Ian asked as they fell in step together.

“I didn’t blank out on anything and I had time at the end to read it all over but it’ll be two weeks before the scores are posted. Where are we going?”

“You’re parked next door?”

“Yep.”

“First I’m taking you out to a late lunch then we’re going to check into a hotel for several hours of hot monkey sex.”

“No way!”

“Yes way. Wait, are you surprised at the lunch offer or the hot monkey sex?”

“I’m surprised that we’re checking into a hotel. My very proper husband would never do that.”

“Ah but I’m not your proper husband this afternoon. I’m Ian, your sexy Australian boyfriend in town for a few hours and ready for action.”

Michael grinned as he opened the car door. “You made the reservation over the internet didn’t you?”

Ian grinned back. “I really did want to but I was running late. We’ll just have to tough it out at the counter together.”

“I’m game if you are. Where are we going to lunch?”

“Prime Rib at the Radisson. Gail said you didn’t eat much of your breakfast and you love a good steak.”

“I was too nervous. Thank you baby.”

“You’re welcome love.”

&&

Ian couldn’t help laughing a little as he unlocked the door to their room and pulled Michael inside. “Sorry about that.”

“No you’re not.”

“How was I to know we’d run into one of your professors in the lobby? Well, one of your ex-professors now.”

“Oh. That’s true. Guess it doesn’t matter. Shall we proceed with the hot monkey sex or do you want to hang out and watch me blush for a while?”

Ian slid close to Michael and draped his arms over Michael’s shoulders. “Can’t I do both?”

“I suppose. I hope you brought lube.” Michael said as he unbuttoned Ian’s shirt.

Ian pulled his arms out the shirt and unbuckled Michael’s belt. “I did indeed. In fact, I had to buy lube which is why I was late.”

“How did we run out of lube?”

“We left it in the living room on New Year’s Eve which says some very sorry things about our sex life lately.” Ian kicked off his shoes and tossed Michael’s shirt across the room. “I think it’s under the couch but I couldn’t find it.”

Michael winced. “Uh, I think I know what happened. Remember when Gadget had that very messy accident a couple of weeks ago?”

“The dog ate the lube? Well, we thought she ate something that didn’t agree with her.”

“I’ll say it didn’t and thank goodness she was in the kitchen and there wasn’t much left in the tube.” Michael said as he walked backwards, pulling Ian along with him. “But I’m still waiting for the hot monkey sex here.”

“Oh. One session of hot monkey love coming up.” Ian said as he pushed off his pants and underwear. “Where did your pants go?”

“I wished them off.” Michael pulled down the bedspread then jumped back and landed on the bed.

Ian started to get on the bed then stopped and went into the bathroom to get a towel and retrieve the lube from the suitcase. He put them down on the nightstand and climbed in next to Michael, instantly migrating into Michael’s arms.

“Hello, my hot Aussie boyfriend.”

“Hello, my American stud muffin.”

Ian leaned forward and touched his lips to Michael’s. He stroked his tongue across and Michael opened his mouth, his tongue coming out to touch Ian’s and drawing it inside. They kissed for several minutes before Michael’s hand drifted down Ian’s back and down to his hip, his thumb rubbing along the crease where Ian’s leg met his torso.

Ian gasped when his back hit the mattress and Michael’s mouth drifted down his neck. “Oh, you’re going to be like that?”

“You’re my irresistibly sexy man from down under and it’s been so long. I have to make,” Michael licked across Ian’s left nipple. “Sure that everything is in good working order. I am a doctor after all and I think you need a,” Another lick was given down the center of Ian’s chest before Michael seemed to focus on Ian’s erection. “Thorough examination.”

Biting the corner of the pillow, Ian arched as Michael’s mouth engulfed him without warning. “Oh my god.”

Michael just smiled smugly around Ian’s penis and got to work with his hands, mouth, tongue and a bit of lube. He was up to his old tricks again, bringing Ian to the brink before starting all over again. Ian leaned up to watch, loving every minute of the attention Michel was giving him.

When Michael pressed his fingers into Ian’s perineum with just the right amount of pressure, Ian felt his orgasm cresting and dropped his head back ready for the ride. Michael had other ideas and threaded his fingers between Ian’s balls to pull them back and stop Ian in his tracks.

“Oi! What- what the hell was that?” Ian complained loudly as Michael eased on top of him. Despite his words, Ian slung one leg over Michael’s hips.

“What was what?” Michael said innocently.

“That thing you did with your hand.”

“I’m a doctor, Ian. I know things. Do you want a pillow?”

“So I can suffocate you?”

“No. So you’re more comfortable.”

“But I was so close, you tease!” Ian said as he handed a pillow over and lifted his hips.

“Don’t worry, baby. I fully intend on following through.” Not wasting any time, Michael resumed his position and guided himself towards Ian’s anus.

“You’d better because-oh! Oh. Um. Do that again.” Ian moaned as he thrust against Michael’s cock. “Fuck. Oh. Oh. God, Michael. You.”

Michael gritted his teeth and slid his arms around Ian, his face buried into Ian’s neck and he thrust frantically and tried to make it last. Ian pulled his face up and mashed their lips together, his hands scrambling to cup Michael’s ass.

Ian felt invaded, surrounded and overcome by the scents and feeling of Michael surging inside of him, Michael’s cock brushing just the right spot as he once again felt the tingle gathering in his groin and the sparks began shooting behind his eyes. When Michael slipped his hand between them and wrapped it around Ian’s cock, he couldn’t help the very loud moan that escaped.

“Aah. Michael, Michael. Michael!” The feeling was so familiar but god, why had they waited so long. He was barely aware of Michael reaching his own release and collapsing on top of him as his mind played over the last few months and how immersed he’d gotten with taking care of the boys.

“Baby, stop thinking so loudly.” Michael said quietly as he wrapped himself around Ian.

“Michael, I’ve been a bad husband.”

“What? How?”

“Aside from a few moments in the shower, we’ve had sex twice in the last six months.”

“You don’t consider mutual masturbation sex?”

“Well it’s not like this.”

“But you think it’s all your fault?”

“I’m the one who didn’t want to have sex with the boys in the room.”

“That wasn’t just you.”

“But I should have moved the boys to their room months ago.”

“Ian, love of my life, have I given any indication that I’m unhappy? It was easier having them with us when we were getting up at all hours with them. Especially when you were the one who got up more often than I did.”

“You had school and training, you needed your sleep.”

“Exactly and so did you. Something had to give and it’s not like we were never going to have sex again, we just needed to get to the point where we could stay awake long enough to do it. It wasn’t just you.”

“Oh.” Ian snuggled down. “God, can you imagine people who have babies after they’re forty? How do they do it?”

“I have no idea. I suspect an excess of tranquilizers.”

“We’re not going to wait that long to have the next one, are we?”

Michael sat up, “Next one?”

“Well sure. We did plan on doing again originally.”

“Ian, the boys are only six months old.”

“So you’re not totally ruling out the idea. Come back down here love, the room’s cold.”

Rolling his eyes, Michael lay back down and pulled the sheet up. “No I’m not totally ruling it out but we are going to wait for a couple of years, aren’t we?”

“Yes, I’d like a year or two without diapers and to have the boys in school.”

“You’re going to let them go to school?”

“Why ever not? School’s good for-,” Ian paused and twitched his head back so he look in Michael’s eyes. “You’re having me on again.”

“Me?”

Ian answered by grabbing Michael around the waist and flipping him over onto his stomach. It wasn’t as easy to manhandle Michael as it used to be but Ian counted on surprise and he was soon holding Michael down.

“Michael, remember that spanking I’ve been threatening to give you for the last few years?”

“Uh. Ian? Do you really-?”

“No. No excuses and no getting out of it.”

“Well, okay but hurry up so we can have sex again before we go home.” Michael said, wiggling his bottom a little.

&&

March 16, 2012 Albany, NY

“I still can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”

“We need a larger vehicle.” Ian said calmly although Michael had been saying it since they woke up and all through the plane ride.

“With a bathroom?”

Ian spotted their one suitcase and reached out to take it off the cart. “We’re going to be transporting four tiny bladders that all have different schedules. Not to mention how disgusting some public toilets are. Michael, it’s done and you’re going to have to face reality. We bought a minibus.”

“You bought it. I’m denying all responsibility for it.” Michael said blithely as he took the suitcase from Ian and set it next to the collapsed stroller and one of the infant carriers they’d brought along.

“I used our money ergo, you bought it too.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Thorpe?” Michael and Ian turned to see a young woman trying to get their attention. “Hi, I’m Daisy Brown from the bus company.”

“Oh. Nice to meet you. I’m Ian and this is Michael.”

“Nice to meet you too. Are you ready to leave?”

&&

Daisy was very nice and gave them a short history of the area as she drove them out to Johnstown, NY. It was a short trip and they were soon driving up the road leading to Don Brown Bus Sales. She pulled in front of the office and led them inside to meet her family and after a short tour of the facilities, they were taken over to their new bus.

Michael’s first impression was that it wasn’t as big as he feared it would be. His second impression was that he liked the dark blue and green of the paint job. When Ian opened up the stroller and was able to roll it right on board using the ramp, he was beginning to like the idea.

Inside, there was seating for eighteen people in comfy seats with cup holders and the like. In the back there was a flat area with storage underneath and a small but functional lavatory in the corner of the driver’s side with a long window in the middle so you could still see behind the vehicle.

There were some luxury appointments like the TV and stereo, the cameras and the driver and front passenger area looked like cockpit but Michael liked one feature more than anything else.

“I can stand up in here.”

“Yes sir. This is one of the few models on the market with over seven feet of aisle height,” Daisy said. “We do have some paperwork to finish if you don’t mind. I know you’re probably anxious to get on the road and try it out.”

&&

An hour later, Michael drove carefully down the gravel driveway and onto the public road. Both of them had done test drives in the bus yard but he was a little leery as he got the big vehicle up to speed.

“What do you think?”

“That it handles really well. There’s plenty of pick up and the ride is very smooth. It’s kind of like driving the Cadillac.”

“And?”

“You were absolutely right and I hope one day you’ll forgive my pigheaded shortsightedness.”

“Thank you. I hope we get a lot of use out of this thing.”

“I think we will. Is that flat surface back there for diaper changes?”

“Yes. There’s a net system but they don’t recommend we use it while the vehicle is in motion. The six seats here in the front do recline fully and they have storage bins beneath them for toys or books. There’s also just enough room between the seats to squeeze in an ice chest for bottles and food. There was a fridge option but we would have lost storage.”

“Ice chests are easier to clean. What about the storage bins on the ceilings?”

“One of them has the DVD player and stereo stuff but the rest are for luggage. The doors have industrial locks so they shouldn’t pop open unexpectedly. How does this drive compared to that RV we rented for Deb’s wedding?”

“Much zippier. Does this really have a hybrid system?”

“Just like our SUVs. It was much more expensive but we’ll not only be saving on gas, we’re helping the environment just a tad.”

“I think it’s worth it.”

&&

They stopped for sandwiches on the northwest side of New York City then continued on to Philly with Ian behind the wheel. Michael amused himself by reading the various manuals that came with minibus then fiddling with some of the stuff on the dash.

“Michael, what’s wrong?”

“Huh? Oh, I’m just restless I guess.”

“I’d say there was no guessing involved. Do you want to stop for a while and take a walk? Find a pool?”

“Actually, I’d love to pull over and see if we’d fit on those seats when they’re reclined.”

“Ah. Just pull over on the side of the road?”

“I know. That would just be asking for a cop to stop and investigate.”

“It would be our kind of luck.”

“Yep.”

Ten miles later, Ian drove into a rest stop and parked at one end to rest his head on the steering wheel. “Michael Phelps, I want this to go on the record. I officially hate you at this moment.”

“Aw, I’m sorry.”

“You should be. Now I can’t stop thinking about it and we really can’t do it. I really really want to but we can’t.”

“Do you want me to drive?”

“Is this some sly trick to get me back on the seat with my ass in the air?”

“Unfortunately it’s not because we really do need to get home before five so I can take Chloe to swim practice and it’s after three.”

“I know but we’re definitely going to do it later, right?”

“As soon as we find a totally secluded place with no danger of anyone stumbling across us.”

“Okay.” Ian started the car and pulled out, “So when are we planning that Alaskan Wilderness vacation?”

“Right after the Disney World vacation for Chloe.”

“Chloe wants to go to Disney World?”

“Yeah, she was asking me about it and you know she loved Euro Disney besides, I have twenty passes to use before 2014.”

“Hang on here. You have passes? Why have you never mentioned these passes before?”

“I sort of forgot about them. Chloe found them when she was helping me clean out my office; they gave them to me after Athens.”

“Wait, are these special passes?”

“They’re each good for three consecutive days in the park.”

“You mean I could have spent sixty straight days at Disney World and you never told me?”

“Or Disneyland but they weren’t good for Euro Disney. Wouldn’t you have taken me?”

“Well. I guess it wouldn’t be much fun without you. Still. Thirty days.”

“And without Chloe?”

“I could live with fifteen days, its Disney after all.”

“And we’d have to take your parents and Grant and Pieter. Wouldn’t be much fun without them. Not to mention my parents. Good thing kids under three get in free but we’d still need to take Gail.”

Ian whimpered. “You’re so cruel.”

“To make up for this horrible twist of fate, we could always go to Disneyland and spend a couple of days at Legoland.”

“Really? I’ve never been to Legoland in California.”

“I know but you and Chloe loved the one in England.”

“The one in Denmark was amazing too. When can we go?”

“How about next fall? Chloe will be eleven and the boys almost two. We could call it an early birthday present.”

“You’re not just saying this?”

“No, it’s a good idea.”

“And you haven’t already planned it for a surprise?”

“No way. You’ll have too much fun putting together the itinerary; that’ll be half the thrill for you.”

“Oh, it will be. I can’t wait to start researching. If I wasn’t driving, I’d kiss you!”

&&

The following morning, the household loaded into the bus and after a minor squabble over seating between Pieter and Chloe (which Chloe won), they headed for the pool for a swim. Not that it was really necessary for them all to go but no one wanted to miss the boys’ first time in the pool.

The older male foursome changed into their suits and after swaddling the boys in swim diapers, plastic pants and tiny little wetsuits, they got in slowly letting the boys get used to the feeling of the water and the sounds.

Ian had Jamey, Robbie was with Grant, Pieter had Liam and Michael carried Harry and for the time being, they merely stayed in the shallow end and swished the boys around. Chloe was busy capturing everything with the digital camera while Gail, Ken and Margaret were there as back up in case a squirmy baby tried to make a break for it.

“Well, Jamey’s taking this better than I expected.” Ian said over his son’s excited squeals.

“He’s been much better with his baths since we stopped using that little baby tub.” Gail commented. “The wetsuits are nice too although I thought you were crazy when you ordered them.”

“Small children lose heat faster than we do even in a heated pool. I’m just glad they had four different colors.”

“Yet you ordered all eight.” Pieter said slyly. “Not that I blame you since they are so very cute. Liam thinks so too, yes he does. Look at those little legs go. Liam loves the water.”

“Well move back because he’s splashing Robbie.” Grant said, interrupting his game of peek-a-boo. He ducked back under the water and popped up, much to Robbie’s delight.

“Guys, make sure you don’t let the boys’ heads go under the water; ear infections aren’t fun for anyone.” Michael said as he went by, making booping sounds as he rose up and down in the water, Harry held in front of him.

“Yes Dr. Phelps. Whatever you say Dr. Phelps.” Pieter said.

“Oh, don’t listen to him Dr. Phelps. He’s just jealous.” Grant commented.

“Come on; cool it with the Dr. Phelps thing already. You’ve been doing it all morning.”

“Michael, don’t mind the peanut gallery. I for one am very proud of you. Imagine my little Ian married to a doctor! I can’t wait to shove Mary Alice’s face in that. Her daughter only married a dentist.”

Ian sighed and swirled around, Jamey squealing the whole way. “Mum, I do have my master’s and I’m not a total lay about.”

“But a doctor! You just have no idea.”

Gail tried not to snicker at Ian’s expression but Pieter had no such reservations and he almost dropped Liam when the baby giggled back at him. “Did you hear that? Liam laughed. I made Liam laugh.”

“We all laugh at you Pieter; he’s just doing it to your face.”

“Well, Ian I made your son laugh. Me not you. So there!” Pieter said with a sniff then turned away.

Michael checked the clock on the wall a few minutes later and called an end to baby swim time. The boys were dried off, changed as needed and back in normal clothes to sit in their seats with Gail, Margaret and Ken while Chloe had a fast paced game of Marco Polo with her fathers and uncles for the rest of their rental time.

Food shopping, lunch and naps for most of the household followed leaving Ian, Michael, Pieter and Grant to do the chores that had been piling up all week. Grant and Pieter disappeared downstairs around two while Ian and Michael collapsed on the couch in the family room.

“Can I kill Pieter and Grant?”

“Why? For the doctor stuff?”

“Yes, it’s really getting on my nerves.”

“Well you did score seven hundred and ninety four on your test. I think they’re very happy for you but they’re expressing it in a typical male way.”

“We’re talking about Grant and Pieter.”

“Okay, so they’re doing it to annoy you but you can’t kill them. You’ll go to jail and the children would miss you.”

“Just the children?”

“I’d at least get connubial visits twice a year but I’ll be sure to drive them by and let them wave at you.”

“Gee thanks. Speaking of jail-,”

Ian clapped his hands over his ears. “I don’t want to.”

“I know you can still hear me and we’re going to have to talk about it eventually.”

“Fine.” Ian said, sticking his lip out. “But you can’t make me like it. He’s only doing this to mess up your training. He’s had his lawyers stall all this time and he’s finally ready to go to court a month before the Olympics, the bastard.”

“We’ll only have to be there for two days, maybe three. I don’t intend to hang around for a verdict or anything.”

“I’m not going to either. I know I have to testify but it pisses me off that Steve gets to disrupt our lives all over again.”

“I know. Are you worried about it? Testifying?”

Ian shrugged and rubbed his face on Michael’s arm. “I hate him and I hate that he’s made me hate him.”

“That’s not an answer.”

Shrugging again, Ian thought about it for a moment as he scooted down and put his head in Michael’s lap. “I- I don’t really want to see him again. I have to if only so the little scum sucker can’t show up here again but I’d eat McDonald’s for the rest of my life than share the same room with him.”

“I’m not looking forward to it either.”

“But he didn’t get the drop on you. I spent all that time learning out to defend myself and the first time I really need to use it, look what happens.”

“Baby, you can’t fight a stun gun.” Michael said soothingly, running his finger’s through Ian’s hair.

“It still sucks. I really wish that they’d let me demonstrate it on him. No. No I don’t because then I’d be as sick a bastard as he is.”

“Have you thought anymore about the deal the ADA was talking about?”

“There’s no way in hell. Letting him off with time served and kicking him out of the country to seek psychiatric help? None of us could ever go back to Australia. You don’t think-?”

“No, I agree with you. I’d worry that he’d find a way to come back. They might be able to block him from entering the US but he’d be able to fly to Canada and just drive over the border.”

“God. I didn’t even think about that. Do you think Mr. Blankenship will okay it?”

“No, he looked really pissed off that they even suggested it. Remember, he spent four weeks in the hospital and he can’t do his job anymore. That settles it; we’re testifying and he can rot in jail for fifteen years.”

“Sounds good to me.”

They sat quietly for a minute then Ian captured Michael’s free hand and brought it to his lips. “Thank you for making me talk about it.”

“You’re welcome. We’re going to get through this you know.”

“I know. I love you, Michael.”

“I love you too Ian.”

They smiled at each other for a moment then Ian quirked his brow and ran a finger up Michael’s chest. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Now that you’re a doctor, will you buy me a Jag? I hear it what all the other doctors’- ow!” Ian looked up from the floor where Michael had just dumped him. “Did you really have to do that?”

“I needed to nip that thought right in the butt, er, bud.”

Ian started laughing and pulled Michael down onto the floor. “Is that anyway to treat a doctor’s husband?”
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