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Last Swim	By : jai Category: Individual Celebrities > Athlete/Sports Misc Views: 8134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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July 20, 2008 Los Angeles, CA

Stuffing his bag in the overhead compartment, Michael moved over to the window seat and sat down. As his elbow hit the cabin wall, he briefly regretted upgrading to first class when Katie Hoff plopped down in the middle seat followed by Amanda Beard in the aisle seat.

“Hey Michael, how are you doing?” Katie asked as she stower car carryon under the seat in front of her.

“Not bad. How are you?”

“I’m good.” Katie looked at Michael and then cut her eyes toward Amanda who was busy talking to Aaron Peirsol across the aisle. She leaned in and said in a whisper, “Who came up with this seating chart?”

Everyone on the team was well aware that Michael and Amanda did not speak and usually worked around it but Bob was head coach now and he didn’t like seeing animosity in the ranks. Michael was well aware of who made up the seating assignments but shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter; I plan on sleeping through most of the flight anyway.”

“It matters to me,” Katie said softly with a frown. “I get to sit between the two of you ignoring each other for thirteen hours.”

&&

Despite Michael’s expectations, the flight wasn’t fully booked and he managed to find a row of seats near the middle of the plane to use for his nap. He slept through meal service; waking up hungry and missing Ian. Ian had been in Australia for the last six days for final training and they wouldn’t see each other again until the day swimming started in Beijing.

He rooted through his carryon and pulled out the snacks he’d packed as it dawned on him that this would be the longest he had gone without seeing Ian since they moved in together. He lost his appetite at that thought but continued eating anyway.

“Michael, can we talk?”

Michael looked up to see Amanda standing in the aisle and grudgingly lowered his legs to give her room to sit. “What do you want?”

“Can we call a truce, until the meet is over?”

“I suppose. We are on the same team after all.”

Amanda smiled. “Good. I don’t know what I did to you to piss you off so much but I’m glad we can put aside for the next few weeks.” She got up to leave and Michael’s innate honesty caused him to reaut aut and touch her arm.

“It was Ian and the fake wedding. Because you just wouldn’t let it drop.”

Amanda looked shocked and sat back down. “Michael, it was just a joke.”

“I know and I’m really sorry about how I’ve treated you since but it really bothered me.”

“Why? Ian and I were never even involved aside from some flirting.”

“I know that now but Ian and I didn’t really talk about it until last year and by that time I was just too embarrassed to speak to you.”

“Oh. Then I accept your apology. You really thought Ian and I-?”

“Yeah.” Michael fiddled with the bag of celery he’d been eating, unable to meet her eyes.

“Well, you’ve apologized and I’ve accepted so it’s over.” Amanda smiled again. “So how have you been?”

&&
July 25, 2008 Sydney, Australia

Ian kicked a rock out of his path and walked over to his car. The only advantage to being back in Australia for training was access to his own vehicle. Of course when he drove it, it didn’t have a child safety seat in the bag but Chris had been driving it the last couple of years so that came with the territory.

He started the car and pulled out, heading for his parent’s house and pondered the question of selling his house. He loved Australia but his future was clearly in the States for the next couple of years. He and Michael could always find another house and Chris and David were ready to buy their own place.

Add in the fact that he’d gotten an offer for over twice what he paid for the place and Ian figured the time was right. He pulled out his phone and hit autodial.

“Hi Ian.” Michael answered, sounding happy.

“Hi love.”

“How are you?”

“The same as I was this morning except a little more damp.”

“Ah, same here. We just finished at the pool and we’re heading out to dinner. God, I hope it isn’t lamb.” Michael said, repeating his complaint of the previous day and the day before; in fact it was his complaint since the US team had arrived in Auckland.

“You’re in New Zealand, that’s all they have there.” Ian repeated his uniform answer although they both knew that wasn’t true. “Actually I’m calling for a reason.”

“Because you miss me horribly and you can’t wait to marry me?” Michael asked. Ian could hear several people laughing in the background and figured Michael’s team mates where gathered around eavesdropping.

“Well there is that but that’s always my reason. No, I’m calling because someone offered 6 million for the house here and I’m thinking we should take it.”

“6 million. That’s, god! What the hell is that in US dollars?”

“Almost 4.6 million. I’m assuming from your reaction that you think we should sell?”

“God. Wait, what about Chris and David?”

“That’s the best part. They’ve found a nice four bedroom house ten miles from mum and dad’s and they’re ready to make an offer on it. Just in timcauscause we’re going to be uncles again in February.”

“Really! She’s pregnant? That’s awesome, just awesome. Wow. She’s still coming to Beijing next month right?”

“Yes she’ll be there.”

“Great, tell her I can’t wait to see her. Wait. I’ll call her tonight and tell her myself. And if you’re ready to sell the house, I think we should. We wouldn’t even have room there for Iona and the baby to spend the night later on.”

Ian grinned as he pulled in next to his dad’s car. “I’m glad you have your priorities straight.”

“Don’t tease. Hey, the bus is here and I’ve got to go. I love you and I miss you baby.”

“I miss you too and I love you more.” Ian hung up with a smirk and got out of the car only to pause when his phone rang. “Yes, love?”

“You so do not love me more.” Michael said.

“I love you more now because it’s my turn. It’s your turn to love me more tomorrow.” Ian knew it was a silly game they were playing but it made him smile anyway.

There was a longer pause then normal and then Bob Bowman’s voice answered, “I’m really glad for you Ian but Michael needs to hang up now and go to dinner. Good talking to you and see you in a few weeks.” There was an emphatic click and the phone was disengaged.

He shrugged and went into the house, kissing his mother’s cheek and stealing a cucumber from the salad she was making.

“Hi mum.”

“Hello dear. How’s Michael?”

“How did you know I was talking to Michael?”

She nodded at the window which looked out over the cars. “Who else would you be talking to?”

“I have other friends, mum.”

“None of them put that goofy look on your face.”

&&

After much hemming and hawing, Michael decided to once again miss the opening ceremonies. He was swimming nine events over the next week and would need to be fresh tomorrow. It didn’t stop him from watching the ceremony on the Village’s closed circuit TV from his room as he finished unpacking, waiting for the Australian team’s entry so he could catch a glimpse of Ian.

He looked up as Miles Fallon walked in carrying two sodas. “Hey you found Sprite!”

“Yep. Here you go.” Miles handed him one of the cans and then stretched out on the bed. “Has it started yet?”

“No, there’s still ten minutes. How do you like China so far?” Michael asked.

“It’s interesting. I hope I get to go out a couple of days and actually see stuff when my race is over. What are you doing after the meet?”

“Ian and I are staying throughthe the end but we’re switching over to a ship after next Monday to stay with our families.”

“Lucky you. So any advice for the new guy?”

Michael opened his mouth and then shut it abruptly. “God, I just realized I’m one of the old timers now.”

Miles laughed and raised his can. “This is your third Olympics after all. When you were my age, you were already looking at your second games.”

“Hey, stop trying to make me feel old. I’m only twenty-three.” Michael put the lof hof his clothes away and flopped down on his bed.

“And I’m only eighteen; I feel like I’m some kind of late bloomer compared to you. At least I’m old enough to get a tattoo, not that I’d do it here.”

“That’s smart of you. The Chinese don’t have a positive tradition in tattooing.”

“They don’t? I was just worried about getting one in a foreign country.”

“Nah, they used to tattoo criminals on the face and you’d probably have a hard time finding anyone qualified to give you one. Are you going to get the rings?”

“Yeah on my arm. I’m not brave enough to get one on my stomach like you did.”

“This one didn’t hurt so much, the one on my back hurt more but it’s a lot bigger.”

“You have another tattoo?” Miles asked in surprise.

“Yeah, it’s covered by my suit but didn’t you notice it in the changing room?”

Miles looked uncomfortable. “Uh, no offense but I try not to look at other guys in the changing room. Especially you.”

Michael sat up with a frown. “Why not? Uh, not that I think you’d be checking me out or anything but everyone notices things.”

“Peirsol and Crocker told me not to get caught looking at you in there or Thorpe would cream me.” Miles confessed. “And I’ve been good so don’t go telling him I was looking.”

Michael stood up. “Those bastards!” He strode to the door and yanked it open. “Aaron! Ian! I know you’re out there!” He spotted the duo down in the lounge with several other swimmers and started towards them.

Aaron and Ian exchanged a look and then saw Miles standing in the doorway watching them.

“Uh-oh.” Ian said to Aaron.

“Uh, Michael? The ceremony is starting.” Miles said, trying to head off a scene.

Michael turned around to look at Miles before turning back to Ian and Aaron He looked down at them and waved a finger warningly. “Stop telling people not to look at me!”

He whipped back around and headed back to his room yelling, “And don’t think this is over,” over his shoulder before slamming the door behind him.

Ian and Aaron exchanged high fives and started laughing. They knew it wouldn’t take long for someone to tell Michael what they’d told all the new guys but they hadn’t expected it to take so long.

“We’ll have to apologize tomorrow.” Aaron said as he turned to the TV.

“You’d better. You both have races against him this week and you know how he gets when he’s mad; you’ll be crying in your swim caps before it’s over.” Bob said from the corner as he looked over some stats. “On second thought, don’t. He can always use the extra edge.”

Ian and Aaron exchanged horrified looks before scrambling to their feet and running down to Michael’s room to make amends. Bob looked over at Amanda and winked as he gathered up his paperwork; it was much more comfortable down in his room.

&&

Day 1 August 9, 2008 Beijing, China
9:30 am

Ian sat on the pool deck and stretched, reaching out for his ankles. He only had one heat today for 50 meter Freestyle at eleven but Michael had three races today. A heat for the 400 r Mer Medley at ten, a heat for the 4x200 Freestyle relay at twelve and the final for the 400 meter Medley at seven.

He gave one last wish that Michael would do well and then pushed all thoughts of his fiancé out of his head; he had five of his own races to get through.

~~
7:03:38 pm

Michael touched the wall and turned to see the board, squinting to see his time. He knew he was on a winning pace as he hit the last turn and as he became aware of the cheers in the stands he saw he’d broken the world record again and smiled in relief, raising a fist in victory before turning to ac the the congratulations of the guys in the lanes on either side of him.

He took a deep breath and headed for the ladder a few minutes later, glad to have the first race done and already planning for the next day.

Day 2 August 10, 2008 Beijing, China
7:22 am

Michael woke up when Bob knocked on the door and stuck his head in; concerned that Michael was still asleep an hour later than he was scheduled to wake up.

“Michael, are you okay? How did you sleep?”

Michael sat up and wiped his eyes. “Actually I slept really well. I feel good too.”

“Good, you know it’s after seven?”

Michael looked at his clock in surprise. “Wow, I really slept hard. I went to bed at ten.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Michael got out of bed and stood up, adjusting his sweats. “Bob, I’m fine. Really. I feel ready.”

“Good because you have a long day today. Get moving already.”

“Alright you slave driver, I’m coming.”

12:24 pm

Ian took a towel from the stack and started drying his hair as he headed for loc locker. He reached up with his left hand and was startled for a moment to not see his ring before continuing the motion and opening the metal door for his bag. He was glad that Bob had offered to hold his ring again but he missed the familiar weight.

“Great heat, Ian.” Grant said from behind him, reaching into his own locker.

“Thanks Grant. I didn’t realize you were scheduled to be here.”

“Yeah, I’ve got the semi-final leg for the 4x200 in twenty minutes.” Grant stowed his gear and grabbed his cap.

“Good luck in your heat.”

Grant nodded back and went over to the ready room to check in with the official as Ian gathered his gear. He had a couple of hours before his semifinal for the 50 meter and went off to get lunch.

3:51 pm

Michael approached the blocks for the first heat in the 200 meter Butterfly and carefully climbed up. He pulled his arms behind his head, one at a time and reminded himself it was only the first heat. He didn’t need to pour on the speed this time; he had to save it for his two finals in the evening.

The ready beep sounded and he took his position, focusing on the lane in front of him and then pushed off as the gun went off.

6:48 pm

Ian arrived back at the changing room and after powdering down, pulled on the midnight blue Adidas shark suit and picked up his cap. He rolled his shoulders to keep them loose and then walked over to the check in desk behind Duje Draganja of Croatia. They would be led out inht oht or nine minutes and Ian dropped deeper into race mode, reviewing every stroke he’d need to win the 50 meter.

With Gary Hall no longer competing, the field was wide open. Ian was considered one of the favorites but he never thought of that before a race. He only thought of a number; in this case 0:21.43.

7:01 pm

Michael lifted his head in the dressing room and the crowd roared. He waited for the English announcement and learned that Ian had not only won the 50 meter Freestyle, he’d set a new world record in the process. He took a moment to smile before reaching for his suit and starting to change.

7:45 pm

Michael screamed as Steven Lennon made the final turn in the relay and headed for home. The Australian swimmer was hot on Steve’s trail and Michael along with Miles and Chris Vanderkaay yelled louder, urging their team mate on. Michael held his breath as both swimmers crossed under fla flag line and took their final strokes; it was going to be close.

8:21 pm

Making his way through the stands holding the Australian athletes, Ian found an empty seat next to and slid into the seat next to him.

“Hey, great race earlier Ian.” Will Garrett said in greeting; keeping his eyes on the pool.

“Thanks Will. Who won the 4x200?”

“The Americans did but only because Phelps busted his ass in his leg. He was half a pool length ahead of Chris Todd when hechedched the wall. We got silver because Hackett made up time on his lap.

Will went quiet as the swimmers for the 200 meter Butterfly were lead out and the introductions where started. Ian heard a couple of athletes talking behind him about how no one could beat Michael Phelps in the 200 Fly and he figured they were probably right.

Three minutes later, those words became fact when Michael Phelps when set a new Olympic record. He missed breaking his world record by three tenths of a second but had now won his third straight gold medal.

Day 3 August 11, 2008 Beijing China
2:10 PM

Michael stood patiently in the security line to get back into the Village and hoped he’d be able to grab a meal and a nap before he was due back at the pool. He handed over his gear bag with a smile as he got to the checkpoint and then beat feet to the food court.

Twenty minutes later he was going up the stairs with two sandwiches and some fruit and as he arrived at the second floor landing, he caught a glimpse of Ian waiting for the elevator with one of the Australian coaches and a couple of the female swimmers. He wished he could just walk over but neither one of them could afford the distraction; they both had finals to swim tonight.

6:55 PM

Ian finished his warm up swim and pulled himself out of water. He had thirty minutes to report to cha changing room and forty-five minutes before his check in so he started gently stretching. The first race of the evening, the 200 meter Breaststroke was at 7:30 and he watched as Michael left the area to report for his race followed by Kosuke Kitajima who didn’t look happy.

There’d been bad blood between the Americans and Kitajima since the 200 meter Breast in Athens. When Hansen went out in July with an injured hip Kitajima probably thought he’d have the race sewn up aside from Daniel Gyurta of Hungary. Kosuke obviously hadn’t remembered that Michael had qualified for the event behind Brendan Hansen at the US Trials and was now swimming the event for the US.

Ian shook his head and shoved all thoughts that weren’t about his own race out. He’d finished third the last time in the 100 meter Free and now he was the world record holder; it was time to prove he could get gold.

8:01 PM

The official went to open the door as Michael stood uneasily with Daniel and Mike Brown of Canada. He was still shocked that he’d not only won the damn race but that Kitajima hadn’t even finished on the podium. Mike Brown was almost dancing over his bronze while Daniel looked stoic, having repeated for the silver.

“What the hell happened?” Michael asked but didn’t get an answer as they were efficiently herded out.

9:20 PM

As the last notes of ‘Advance, Australia Fair’ faded in the swimming venue, Ian turned and pulled the two other swimmers up on the top step with him. He couldn’t stop smiling as he fingered the medal he’d just won. He took a moment to think of Pieter and Ryk but stopped himself from getting sentimental.

They were led down the deck a moment later and he saw Bob standing in the American section. As he walked past, Bob gave him a grin. Ian tried to nod coolly but couldn’t help himself and grinned in response.

10:15 PM

Michael turned off his light and tried to get comfortable in the narrow bed. He snuffled into his pillows, glad he’d thought to bring them from home but they no longer smelled like Ian and that made him sad.

Day 4 August 12, 2008 Beijing China

6:20 AM

Ian woke suddenly and lay still, wondering why he was awake so early on a day he could sleep in. As he turned to look at the clock he realized that this was about the time Michael would normally be stepping in the shower and he’d woken because he hadn’t heard the noise of the water starting. He chuckled silently and rolled over to sleep for another hour.

11:37 AM

The second heat for the 4x100 Freestyle Relay was over and the US team had managed to qualify for the semi-final behind the Russian team who swam a fast race even without Popov while the Australian team had qualified behind the South Africans in the first heat.

Michael stepped under the shower for a moment to rinse off before heading back to the warm up pool. He had a heat for the 200 meter backstroke in an hour and the final for the 200 meter Individual medley tonight. His schedule was still brutal but he could handle it.

He was four down with three to go and five more finals to go. He was still astonished over winning the 200 Breast, he hadn’t even thought he’d finish in the top three but he wasn’t going to complain.

8:22 PM

Ken Thorpe checked the results board and couldn’t help letting out a whoop of joy and leaning forward to pound on Fred Phelps’s shoulders as Michael’s new world record pos posted.

“He did it! He did it!” Debbie yelled, raising her arms and joining Margaret and Jackie in a group hug.

The combined Thorpe/Phelps/Callahan section was jumping up and down in jubilation. The win had been a given since Michael had out touched everyone else in the pool by a body length but breaking three world records in four days was nothing to sneeze at either.

Others mind find it undiplomatic for the Thorpes to cheer for an American or for the Phelps contingent to cheer for an Australian but they didn’t care; their boys were doing them proud.

Day 5 August 13, 2008 Beijing China

1:30 PM

Ian picked at his salad and considered the pale pink tomatoes before fishing them out and putting them aside. The food in general was good but pink tomatoes gave Ian the willies. He poked at one of them and considered that it might actually be watermelon before moving on to the cucumbers.

“What’s your problem, mate?” Grant asked. He’d been watching Ian for several minutes becoming increasingly concerned as Ian was doing more examining then eating.

Ian put his fork aside and sighed mournfully. “I miss him.”

“Aw, poor thing. He’s sitting right over there you know.” Grant pointed with his own food laden fork.

Ian turned to see Michael looking at him, a worried expression on his face. Ian arranged his own face into the semblance of a smile and Michael shook his head, putting down his fork to stand up.

Michael hesitated for a moment and then shrugged; he walked over to the table of Australian swimmers, not noticing that everyone in the immediate vicinity had fallen silent and watching avidly.

Michael stopped behind Ian who was sitting in the middle of the table and put his hand on Ian’s shoulder to lean down and look at him with concern. “Are you okay? You’re not getting a headache are you?”

“No, it’s not a headache.” Ian said, leaning back into Michael’s hand which had moved to his neck and was lightly rubbing.

“He just misses his little love muffin, Michael.” Grant said with a smirk and a wink. Michael shot Grant a look before returning to stare at Ian.

“You’re sure it’s not a headache?”

“Yes I’m sure, I just miss you.” Ian said ignoring the kissing sounds Grant and Michael Klim were making.

“I know baby. I miss you too and this will all be over soon.” Michael said soothingly, hitting a few tense spots in Ian’s neck with his fingers.

“Phelps, what the hell are you doing over here? Get your hands off my swimmer!”

Michael felt Ian’s neck tense into one tight knot and turned to look at the florid-faced man who had come up to stand right behind him. Michael recognized the man and drew up to his full height as he turned and stared down at Derrick Newton with a look in his eyes made the man take a step back.

Bob stood up and started towards them. He didn’t see Michael look like that often but he recognized pure fury when hw itw it.

“I thought it was obvious what I was doing over here. Don’t you recognize an honest human emotion when you see one?” Michael tone was acidic and he spoke loudly enough for the servers across the room to put down their utensils and pay attention.

“You can’t speak to me like that. I’m the head of-”

“Yeah, about that. Who the hell did you blackmail to get that job anyway?”

Derrick tried to take a step forward but hesitated. “Listen you dirty little faggot-”

Several people gasped at that and Ian also stood, stepping in front of Michael protectively.

“Mr. Newton, you’re going to shut up now and go back to whatever shit hole you climbed out of. You’re not going to speak to me again. You’re not going to speak to Michael and if I ever find out you were talking about either one ever again, I’m going to hunt you down like the weasel you are.” Ian spoke calmly but his voice was filled with ice and his expression was cold.

Newton totally lost it and started shouting about how no faggot was going to speak to him like that as he moved towards Ian but several coaches and swimmers got up and held him back. Michael put his arm around Ian’s waist, not to hold him back because Ian made no attempt to move but to comfort both of them.

Bob stepped in front of Ian and Michael and patted Ian’s shoulder. “Ian, you two need to get out of here for a while. Michael, take Ian back to your room and I’ll take care of this.” Bob glanced over his shoulder at the Australian official who was seemed to be foaming at the mouth as he continued to spew filth. “God, what a tool.”

Michael pulled Ian back around the table and into the aisle; Grant, Michael Klim, Miles Fallon, Aaron Peirsol and Ian Crocker falling in behind them and escorting the two men out of the eating area. Aaron kept up a rear guard and Michael Klim slipped to the front to keep an eye on anyone who would try to stop them from leaving.

Five minutes later, Michael was lying on his bed huddled up with Ian as they whispered back and forth. The other men were strewn about the room. Miles and Grant were sitting on the other bed while Michael Klim and Aaron took the two chairs by the window leaving Ian Crocker to sit on the floor, leaning up against wall near the door.

“That was one freaky scene.” Miles said softly as the other men nodded.

They all turned to look over at Michael who had begun to giggle. Ian pulled back from him and sat up with a grin of his own.

“What’s so funny?” Klim asked.

“Michael thinks that we missed the perfect opportunity to give Newton a few tips about his oral hygiene habits.” Ian said dryly as Michael clutched at his pillow.

The five other swimmers looked at each other in confusion. “He does have rather bad breath doesn’t he?” Grant said.

“He’s got breath worse than a dog.” Aaron remarked.

“Only if that dog has been dead for three days.” Klim said as the rest laughed.

“Isn’t he married?” Crocker asked.

They all ped ped and made faces of disgust.

“His poor wife if he is. I’d rather kiss a Komodo dragon than that mouth.” Grant said as everyone nodded, even Miles who had never even met Newton but wanted to fit in.

“Thorpie, is Phelpsie going to be okay?” Michael Klim nodded at Michael who was shaking with laughter, his face buried in the pillow.

“Yes, he gets like this. I just hope he’s calmed down enough by tonight.” Ian tapped Michael’s back.

They all sobered and Ian Crocker signed. “We’ve still got the 4x100 Free tomorrow too.”

Michael turned over and looked them all over, paying particular attention to Crocker, Klim and Miles before twisting his head to look at his fiancé. “That’s easy. We’ve got to win or you guys have to win, screw the Russians.”

Grant laughed. “And the South Africans!”

“Them too.” Michael Klim said as Ian Crocker nodded. “Along with the Netherlands.”

There was a knock at the door and Bob stuck his head in; taking in the mood of the room before he entered and shut the door behind him.

“So, what’s the damage?”

Bob sighed and sat down on the edge of Michael’s bed, pushing Michael’s legs out of the way. “Well, Newton’s clearly off his rocker and the AOC have stepped in to remove him from the meet; he’s supposed to be on a plane back to Australia by midnight tonight. Sarah Granville has been appointed as the temporary head of Australian swimming and she’ll probably come to apologize to you guys as soon as they find her.”

“What about Ian and me? Are we being pulled?”

“You were only talking to Ian, Michael. There’s nothing wrong with that and Newton definitely provoked you both; once he went over the line and started name calling, he was done. There were several officials in the area that saw the whole thing including two from the IOC so there’s no question of removing either of you.”

Everyone in the room exhaled in relief. Bob patted Michael’s foot and stood. “Now, I think you all need to return to your various rooms and put this behind you. There’s still five nights left.”

Bob exited and Grant stood up. He reached down and pulled Miles up with him and drove everyone from the room except Michael and Ian despite Miles’ protest that it was his room too. Grant gave Ian a wink as he pushed Miles out anyway.

“I’ll be back in seven minutes so don’t get carried away, mate.”

The door closed with a decisive snap and Michael flipped over to look up at Ian with a worried look. “I’m sorry.”

“Aw love. There’s nothing t sor sorry for, you were only worried about me.” Ian gathered Michael up in a hug and buried his face in Michael’s neck.

Michael slid his hands around Ian’s neck and rubbed, pressing his fingers into the knots. “Oh, you’re all tense still.”

“Hardly surprising but it’s not your fault.” Ian groaned and melted into Michael as those talented fingers found a tight spot and started working it out.

“Why weren’t you eating baby?” Michael asked conversationally while his hands worked on Ian’s back.

“The salad was gross.” Ian murmured absently.

“Ah, maybe you should have gotten something else. You need to eat.”

“I know but nothing looked good. God, that feels good.” Ian licked out with his tongue and tasted Michael’s skin.

“Hey, none of that. Grant will be back in a minute.” Michael pulled his head away and looked up and Ian. “Don’t start anything we won’t be able to finish or we’ll feel even worse later.”

’re ’re right.” Ian dropped his head back on Michael’s shoulder with a faint pout. “Can I have a moment to throw a tantrum?”

Michael chuckled and kissed Ian’s forehead. “You can if it makes you feel better.”

Ian sighed deeply and rose up, bracing a hand on either side of Michael’s head, looking down into Michael’s face. “I want it to be Sunday already and we’re both sleeping in the same bed again.”

Michael darted up and gave Ian a peck on the lips. “That wasn’t much as tantrums go, I have to say.”

“I was just getting started.” Ian complained as he eased back down onto Michael. “Now you’ve ruined it for me.” He stuck out his lower lip and Michael kissed him again.

“I’m sorry. Tantrum away.”

They both turned when there was a knock on the door and Grant slipped in holding a pillow in front of his face. “Are you decent? Oh, wait you two are never decent. Are you still clothed?” Grant peeked out from behind the pillow to see both of his friends staring at him. “Damn, you do still have your clothes on. So much for getting a cheap thrill out of this.”

Ian rolled his eyes and swung around to sit up catching the pillow Grant threw at them. “What’s this? You’re kicking me out and I get to stay here with Michael tonight?”

“Ha! You should be so lucky. No that’s so you can have Michael’s pillow. Get up off your lazy ass and come on.” Grant gestured with his hand towards their rooms, or maybe just where he thought their rooms were. “Tracey’s been looking for you and we still need our naps.”

Ian gave Michael a little kiss and goosed his butt before getting up. “Hell. Is she really ticked?”

“Nah, she’s good, just worried about you. I told her you were getting a good dose of some Michael loving but strangely it didn’t seem to ease her mind. Now say goodbye to Phelpsie and let’s go.”

Ian turned to Michael with a sad smile. “I’ll see you later?”

“You bet.” Michael handed over one of his pillows and grabbed the one Grant had brought. “Thanks Hackie.”

“You’re welcome.” Grant nodded solemnly and then pulled Ian by the shirt towards the door.

“Hey!”

“If I don’t get you moving, you’ll spend the next hour saying goodbye. Now wave to the nice man.”

Ian and Michael waved at each other until the door closed. Michael looked up as the door immediately opened and Miles walked in.

“Oh, it’s just you.”

“Geeze. Make a guy feel welcome already.” Miles said with smirk as he dove back onto his bed.

“Sorry. It’s just tough, not being together. That’s the first time we’ve spent alone together in almost a month.” Michael held the pillow like a teddy bear and stared at the door.

“It’s okay. I guess I just don’t get it. Why can’t you guys just stay together in the same room?”

“It’s the policy. We’re not the only athletes from different countries who are involved. No one cares once you aren’t competing anymore but until then we’re segregated.”

“Huh. That sucks.” Miles squirmed in his bed for a moment. “You want me to get the curtains? Michael?”

Miles propped himself on his elbows and looked over at Michael who was already asleep, his arms wrapped around Ian’s pillow with a smile on his face.

7:28 PM

Ian shut down and stepped onto the blocks in lane 5, bending his toes to grip the edge. The sounds of the crowd and the guy next to him slapping his thighs faded and only the starter’s announcement filtered through; he took his position and leapt off. Three minutes thirty seven seconds later he was made into record books as the only man to win three consecutive gold medals in the event.

Larsen Jensen edged out Grant at the wall and he congratulated the American before turning to his long time friend who didn’t even hesitate to grab him and give him a tight hug.

“Hey Thorpie?”

“Hey Grant?”

“You think anyone would notice if I drowned you right now?”

Ian pulled back and saw the mischievous smirk. He put his head on Grant’s head and joked, “Shall we try it out on you first?”

“Let’s not. Good show and all that, mate.” Grant patted his shoulder. “Couldn’t happen to a better man.”

“Thanks. By the way, you are going to be my best man at the wedding, right?” Ian asked with a wicked grin.

Grant was gob smacked. “You’re kidding me?”

“No, I’ve been meaning to get around to asking b’ve ’ve been a little busy.”

“You bastard! Waiting until just now.” Grant shook his head and then grinned. “Klimmie was sure you’d be asking him, I can’t wait to tell him.”

8:04 PM

Michael shook the water out his ear and trotted into the dressing area, avoiding the press and their incessant questions. The incident this afternoon was already making news and he just didn’t need to talk about it.

“Hey Michael, wait up.” Michael paused inside the door and held it open for Ian Crocker.

“Great race, dude.”

“Thanks Ian. You did great too.”

Ian made a face and shook his head. “Nah, I was off tonight. Don’t worry, it had nothing to do with what happened today, in fact that’s probably why I made it to the podium.”

“What’s wrong?” Michael said with concern. “You were looking great in training.”

“I think I peaked too early. I felt good last week and I’m dragging now.”

“How have you been sleeping?” Michael pulled off his swim suit and wrapped a towel around his waist.

“Like crap. My room’s next to the stairs and it’s loud.”

“Do you want to switch beds with me?”

Ian stopped and looked over at Michael. “Are you crazy? You still have three more races.”

“And you have two, Ian. Listen, if you don’t want to switch with me, maybe you can switch with someone who has finished their racing. You’ve got to get some sleep.”

“Okay. I guess I’ll talk to Jerry and see what he can do. Thanks Michael.”

“You’re welcome, Ian. Thanks for watching my back today.”

“No problemo.”

Day Six August 14, 2008 Beijing China

8:56 PM

The Games were starting to hit a certain rhythm and every swimmer looked a bit shopworn, especially those who’d already been in several events.

“Ian looks tired doesn’t he?” Margaret murmured to Debbie who nodded.

“Michael looks a little tired too. Have you heard from Ian since yesterday?”

“No, I think he’s just trying to stay focused. I wish we knew more about what happen aside from what the medi say saying.”

Debbie gave Margaret a brief hug as the teams were announced. “I’m sure they’re fine. We’ll talk to them in a couple of days.”

They turned their attention to pool and tensed as the swimmers for the first legs took the blocks.

“Deb, why is Michael up there? Doesn’t he swim the second leg?” Ryan asked.

“I don’t know, I wonder what Bob’s up to.”

The starter beep sounded and the swimmers hit the water. Michael swam his best and up to the South African in the lead as they came off the only turn. He pulled ahead as Michael Klim turned it on and tried to catch up. Ian Crocker took off on the second leg with a healthy lead but the Australians kept pouring it on.

Miles managed to gain a little more of a lead against Eamon Sullivan on the third leg but everyone knew Ian Thorpe was waiting in the wings and he was swimming against Jason Lezak. Ian hit the water a full second behind Jason and swam fast but not all out. He waited for the turn and then began to reel Jason in. The US shrank down to mere feet by mid pool and Jason was feeling the heat.

Ian hit the wall and thought he might have squeezed by but didn’t know for sure. He ripped off his goggles and turned to the board to discover Australia listed second. He frowned and it took him a minute to realize that he and Jason had achieved a tie.

He was still staring at the board when Grant’s hand came down on his shoulders. He turned to see Grant mouthing something but he couldn’t hear anything over the crowd’s reaction. He turned to Jason and tapped his hand.

“Good swim, Jason.”

“Thanks. God. Unbelievable. I really thought you hit first.”

“I thought you did but I guess we’re both wrong. We’d better get out of the pool or I think those guys will come in after us.” Ian gestured behind them to their ecstatic team mates.

Jason turned to see the commotion and then looked over at Ian. “Holy hell. Michael just tied the record.”

Ian whipped around and saw Michael’s jubilant face as other swimmers crowded around him to congratulate him. Ian grinned and headed for the edge, ready to do the same.

Day Seven August 15, 2008 Beijing China

2:20 PM

Michael hustled into Aquatics Center and stopped for the security check. He was running late and waited for two man escort to clear the checkpoint. He wasn’t thrilled to be trailed by two bulked up guys but Bob had insisted he take them along anytime he left the Village or Aquatics Center. He just wished he didn’t have to do interviews until after he was done competing.

“Congrats, Michael.” Amanda said as she came up beside him to walk towards the dressing area.

“Thanks. Um, how are you doing?”

“Two gold, two silver but I know you’re not paying attention to any other races but your own.” She grinned up at him.

“Sorry, it’s been crazy.” Michael shrugged.

“How are you holding up?”

“Not bad. I’ll feel better after tomorrow night.”

“I’ll bet. Tell you what; I’ll buy you the first drink at the party on Tuesday.” She waved and then walked towards the women’s door. “Good luck!”

7:22 PM

Ian picked up his cap and stowed his bag in a locker. He nudged Grant and nodded to the two men standing by the exterior dressing room door. “What’s with them?”

“I don’t know they showed up earlier. I think they’re for Phelpsie.”

“Did something happen?”

“I heard there was something this afternoon when Michael was on that morning show but he’s okay. He’s checking in for his semi.”

Ian still looked worried and thought about going over.

“Psst. Ian.” Miles poked his head around the corner of the lockers.

“What?”

“Michael said he was fine and if you don’t make the finals he’s going to kick your ass.” Miles disappeared again and Ian smiled as Grant shook his head.

8:30 PM

The minutes before Michael’s eighth race were agonizing to his family and friends sitting in the stands. They’d all celebrated heavily the night before back at the cruise ship and everyone was still a little worse for wear.

Debbie squinted against the bright lights of the Center and shaded her eyes as Michael and the rest of the swimmers in the 200 Meter Backstroke. This wasn’t Michael’s premiere event but it gave him a shot at breaking Mark Spitz record and he’d trained hard, qualifying in second place.

Although she was no longer as involved with Michael’s career as she had once been, she couldn’t help feeling that this was the moment she had been waiting for since she and Fred first sat down with Bob all those years ago.

Could Michael do it tonight? She grabbed Ryan’s hand and squeezed.

Two minutes later she had her answer as Michael touched the wall and made his own bit of history. She couldn’t believe her little boy was that man down in the pool as their section exploded. She knew someone was hugging her and then someone else was but she was too busy watching Michael who was busy being whisked away for his drug test.

“That was one spectacular race,” Ryan remarked after they all calmed down. “Congratulations, Debbie and Fred. He’s one great kid.” Ryan kissed Debbie’s cheek and leaned forward to clap Fred on the shoulder.

Margaret smiled knowingly and passed a tissue over to Debbie, giving her a gentle hug. “I know just how you feel. Go ahead and cry.”

Debbie dabbed her eyes and smiled weakly. “If I’m this bad at a meet, what am I going to do at the wedding?”

8:45 PM

Ian turned off the TV and turned to Grant. “Whew!”

“Well. I guess that was worth speeding back here but I don’t know why we didn’t just watch it at the pool.”

Ian fell back on his bed a sigh. “I wasn’t sure if I could watch it there, especially if he didn’t win.”

“Oh, you were doubting your man? Shame on you Ian Thorpe.”

Ian threw a pillow without looking and still managed to smack Grant in the face. “I didn’t doubt him. He’s under a lot of pressure and I still don’t know what happened this morning. It’s been a hectic week.”

“I’m going to tell, I’m going to tell. And you don’t have anything left to throw at me so-” Grant ducked Ian’s shoe. “Well, you don’t have to try to kill me. We both know your shoes are listed as lethal weapons.”

Ian rolled his head over and looked at Grant. “You know, I can still arrange an accident for you tomorrow; right before the 1500.”

Grant flicked his fingers at Ian. “It’s a good thing I’ve learned to ignore your hollow threats. You’ve asked me to be your best man so I’m safe until you actually get married. When are you two tying the knot?”

“Argh. Don’t mention weddings to me. We’re having a problem finding a location that we both like and will have enough room.”

“How many places have you looked at?”

“Thirty or forty. Of course it’s been fun going out on weekends to Canada but we’re both getting frustrated.”

“Who is going to be Michael’s best man? I’d like to get a look at the guy if I’m going to have to dance with him.”

“Then you’re in luck. Michael’s sisters are going to be his best women.”

“Ooh. That means I get two women to escort around? Thank you, Ian. You’re a good mate.”

“Just remember that Whitney and Hilary are going to be my sisters and keep your big fat paws to yourself.”

Day 8 August 16, 2008 Beijing China

10:20 am

Michael took off the microphone after the camera’s light went dark and turned to shake Mary Carillo’s hand.

“Nice interview, Michael. Thanks for stopping by.”

“My pleasure, Mary. I always like your interviews.”

“Good luck tonight and congratulations on your engagement.” Mary said as her attention was drawn by a production assistant.

Michael got up and followed another assistant off the set and picked up his bodyguards near the makeup area. He gratefully took the makeup removal wipes from one of the assistants and cleaned off his face.

He needed to get something to eat and head back to his room for a nap. One more race and he tried not to think about facing Ian one on one in the pool tonight.

11:53 am

Unzipping his swimsuit, Ian peeled it off and grabbed a towel; his feet making clip clopping noises in his flip flops as he headed for the shower. He was eight hours away from the last competitive race of his career and probably more nervous than he had been at the first one.

He hung up the towel and rinsed off quickly before clip clopping back over to his locker. A few other swimmers looked up as he walked through but no one was saying much. Ian pulled on his official warm up suit and changed into tennis shoes before retrieving his suit and drying it quickly before stuffing it in his bag.

He looked back over his shoulder at the utilitarian room and then let the door close behind him feeling a little hint of melancholy seep in. He straightened and walked away. It was almost time.

2:13 pm

Michael flipped over and tried to fall back asleep but it was useless. He reached over and picked up his headphone but dropped them before he could put them on. He thought about packing but he’d already done that when he got back from lunch.

His cell phone beckoned but he pushed it away resolutely; Ian was probably sleeping. He eyed the phone again. He hadn’t spoken to his mom for a couple of days and she was always good at calming him down.

He dialed and waited for the phone to be picked up. On the fourth ring he was going to hang up with Debbie’s breathless voice answered.

“Mom?”

“Michael! Hi baby doll. How are you?”

“I’m fine. Am I interrupting something?”

“Uh. No, Ryan and I were just-”

“Mom! Please don’t finish that sentence.”

“Michael, I was going to say that we were out on the balcony. It’s a beautiful day.”

“Oh. So are you enjoying your stay on the ship?”

“Yes, it’s fantastic. Ryan and I are even considering taking the cruise they have from New York to Quebec. You and Ian are really going to enjoy your suite.”

“Sounds nice, Debs. How is everyone?”

“We’re all doing just fine. The girls are taking a tour of the Forbidden City and I think your dad and Jackie are out by the pool. Margaret and Ken are out on the deck with us and we’re all watching Iona while Chris is down in the spa and David is hitting a few golf balls. But enough about us how are you?”

“I’m good. It’s been so busy and I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner.”

“That’s okay, trust me we all understand. Ian called yesterday and explained what happened with the man the other day but I was worried that it would throw you off.”

“No, Ian and I got to spend a little time together right after that and it calmed us both down.”

“I figured that out when you just kept winning. You already know how proud I am of you but I have to tell you that we’re all so happy for you.”

“Aw. Thanks mom; that means a lot to me. Now stop because I don’t want to get all emotional; it’s going to be tough enough tonight with Ian.”

“Dear you two have raced against each other before. Just do your best like you always do.”

“No, I meant with this being Ian’s last-. Oh. He hasn’t told anyone has he?”

“His last what?”
om, om, forget you ever heard that, okay? I thought he told his parents but if you don’t know, they’re not discussing it or he hasn’t told them. Mom, please don’t say anything.”

“Hang on.”

Michael could hear his mom moving around and the faint sound of a door shutting. “He’s retiring?”

“Mom! Come on.”

“Oh you know I won’t say anything to Margaret and Ken, they need to hear it from him if they don’t already know. When did he decide this?”

“Last year. He’s just ready to go on with his life.”

“How do you feel about it?”

Michael picked at the sheet for a moment. “I’m sad he won’t be in the pool with me in New York but its good. We’ve talked it out and he’s really happy about it.”

“As long as you’re both okay with it. Are you good to go for tonight?”

“Yeah, I’m ready. Mom, I’m going to give dad a quick call. I’ll see you tonight.”

“I’ll be there with bells on sweetie. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Michael disconnected the call and dialed his dad.

“Fred Phelps.”

“Hi dad!”

“Mikey. How’s my boy?”

“I’m fine, I can’t talk long but I just wanted to check in.”

“Good to hear your voice. You’re making us all proud Michael.”

“Thanks dad. Are you having fun?”

“Yes, it’s a great ship. How are you?”

“Dad, you already asked that. I’m fine, I’m ready.”

“Okay, I believe you. Just remember to swim your best and we’ll be there cheering you on.”

“Good to hear. I’ll see you tonight.”

“See you then.” Fred paused and then blurted out. “I love you son.”

“I love you too dad. I’ve got to go wup nup now.”

“Bye son.”

“Bye dad.”

After he hung up, Michael wiped his eyes and put down the phone. He looked up and saw Bob standing there.

“Um sorry I knocked but you didn’t answer.”

“It’s okay. Just checking in with the folks.”

Bob sat down on Miles’ bed and looked at Michael. “So things are better between you and Fred?”

“Yes. We’ve gone through some stuff but it feels like I have my dad back. Uh, not that doesn’t mean I won’t always think of you as Uncle Bob.” Michael shot Bob a wicked grin.

Bob threw his head back and laughed. He recovered and said with his own grin, “And here I was thinking you were going to treat me with respect for once.”

“Why break with tradition?”

“True enough. How are you feeling?”

“Good, ready to go.”

“You’ve had a big meet so far.”

“I know and I’d like nothing better than to top it off with another gold.”

“Good. Keep thinking that. I know you’re probably struggling with some emotions, what with this being Ian’s last race but don’t let that get to you.”

“I won’t. I’m not going to hand the race to him; he’ll have to win it fair and square. Besides he’d never forgive me for not giving him a run for his money.”

“That’s a fact. Well I’ve got a couple of more guys to check in on; don’t miss the bus.”

“Yes, Coach.”

&&

8:04 pm

Ian stood behind Michael and started walking behind the official as they were led out. The flashbulbs started going off and the lights bounced off the glass canopy, making Ian feel like he was in the middle of the fireworks display. Ian stopped himself from heaving a sigh of relief as they were lined up in front he phe podium and they all turned to face forward. Ian glimpsed Tomas Anazio of Italy standing off to his left and touched his thumb to his engagement ring, happy to have it back where it belonged.

Tomas stepped forward and mounted the lowest step, shaking the presenters hand and bending down to accept the medal and take the bouquet.

Michael went next and stepped on to the silver colored block. Ian couldn’t see his expression and he’d been afraid to look but he spotted his ring on Michael’s left hand and smiled. He would miss swimming but he had Michael and that was more than enough.

As his name was announced, Ian hopped up onto the highest step and waved his hands, feeling as if he was saying goodbye to everyone who had ever cheered for him. He shook hands with the head of IOC swimming and accepted his gold medal.

He touched it reverently. He’d set another world record and had only finished .41 seconds in front of Michael. It had been one hell of a race and Michael had pushed him the whole way. He leaned down and took the flowers the presenter was patiently holding up to him and then straight.
.

The familiar notes of his national anthem began and Ian sung the words he’d sung so many times before. He was off key and probably making people all over the world wince in horror but he didn’t care.

The song ended and Ian pulled Michael and Tomas up onto the top step for pictures and stealthily slipped his hand into Michael’s, giving it a quick squeeze. He tapped a finger on Michael’s ring and then let go, knowing Michael had gotten his message.

They walked down the pool deck and Ian spotted his family madly waving their Australian flags. His dad gave him a thumbs up and his mother blew him a kiss. He spotted Michael’s family standing beside them also waving flags and he realized they were all holding two flags; the US and the Australian. He waved and nudged Michael, pointing up at them.

Michael waved and smiled, putting his arm around Ian’s shoulders so their families could grab a picture. He leaned in and pointed towards Chris. “Have you seen what your sister dressed my niece in?”

Ian shook his head but wasn’t able to see her as they were moved along. “What?”

“They’re going to give the kid a complex. You’ll see later, don’t we have a boat to catch?”

“We do. Are you packed?”

“Yep. I’ll meet you at the front desk ten minutes after we get back.”

“I’ll bet I get there before you do?”

“Oh, a bet? What do I get if I beat you?”

“Me in all my glory for your viewing pleasure
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“You’re on. Now go talk to those people and I’ll go talk to those people and then we’ll scram.”

Ian nodded and stepped up to the press line with a smile that wasn’t at all faked, already planning all the things he was going to do to Michael later.

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