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Last Swim	By : jai Category: Individual Celebrities > Athlete/Sports Misc Views: 8134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people written about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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August 16, 2008 Beijing China

It took longer than expected for Ian and Michael to get out of the Village. They had to wade through their team mates and other athletes to even get to their rooms. They finally left close to midnight and squeezed into a cab with Michael’s bodyguards for the trip out to their cruise ship.

Ian didn’t mind sitting so close to Michael and took the opportunity to discreetly nuzzle Michael’s neck.

Michael stifled a giggle and moved away, squeezing Ian’s thigh. “Hold that thought.”

Ian would have pouted but it was too dark for Michael to see it so he saved himself the effort. “It shouldn’t take long; I hope we have a decent room.”

“We’re booked into a suite so it shouldn’t be too small. We’re on the Seven Seas Mariner by the way.”

“Well hopefully we can find it. There are three or four ships up there.”

^^

Michael trudged behind Ian, towing his bags towards the boarding area for their ship. The terminal was huge and very attractive but he wanted to get to their room already. There weren’t many people around or maybe it just seemed that way in the cavernous space but they were all starting to point.

“Are we there yet?”

“It’s just ahead. And are you trying to prepare me for having children?”

“No, if I was I’d also be kicking you.”

“Here we are, after you.” Ian stepped aside and waved at the gangway.

“Thanks baby.” Michael strode forward and was met by a crewperson at the top of the gangway. He pulled out their tickets and handed them over along with his passport. He took Ian’s and handed that over too and the crewperson quickly checked them in.

“Welcome aboard, Mr. Thorpe and Mr. Phelps. I hope you enjoy your stay on the Seven Seas Mariner, please let us know if there’s anything you need. You’re on deck ten in the aft Seven Seas Suite; please leave your bags here and Tim will be happy to show you to your suite.”

Another crewperson had arrived in front of them and lead them through to the lobby. “We’re currently on deck seven in the Atrium. Would you like a short tour or would you rather go straight to your suite?”

“Our suite please.” Ian and Michael said simultaneously.

“Very good, sirs.” Tim pushed the elevator button and allowed them to enter first before joining them and pressing the button for deck ten. “We’ve had several deliveries for your suite and your butler, Philip, will be happy to deliver them to you when you’re ready.”

“Deliveries?”

“Yes sir, flowers and small gifts. All were passed through security and most are from your sponsors. There have also been several calls. Ah, here we are.” Tim held the door for them to exit and then slipped in front of them.

“Your suite is right down this way, number 1081. I believe your families are in La Veranda, it’s the restaurant on deck eleven. Would you like me to inform them that you’ve turned in for the night or shall you be joining them?”

Ian almost groaned but knew they’d better go. He shared a look with Michael before asking Tim to tell them he and Michael would be up shortly.

“Very good, sir.” Tim unlocked the door and stood back for Ian and Michael to enter. He handed the key to Ian with a smile. “You’ll find a ship’s map on the desk or just turn on the TV, we have an interactive map loaded for you. Have a good night, sirs.”

Michael walked in and gaped. “Wow. Ian do you see that view?”

“Yes, it’s spectacular and the suite isn’t bad either.” Ian looked around and walked into the living room. He heard the sliding glass doors open as Michael went out on the deck and went out to join him.

“Hey baby. Sorry about having to postpone things but we really should see the parents.”

“I know and we both need something to eat anyway. Let’s take a minute to explore the room and we’ll go up.”

“Okay.”

They went back in and Ian found the brochure. “Oh, there’s a safe in the closet. We’ll have to stow our medals there once our luggage gets here.”

“It’s already here. I wonder if they have some kind of secret passage.” Michael opened his carryon and retrieved the cases. “Where are yours?”

“Huh? Oh in my red bag. Did you know this ship has a spa?” Ian asked as he walked in. “And king size beds. Thank god we won’t be hanging off one edge or the other.” Ian sat down with a little bounce as Michael opened the red suitcase and pulled out the cases stowed in the bottom.

“Got ‘em. Wow, that’s a heap of metal.”

Ian looked up. “It is. Do you know we won more medals than most of the countries here?”

“Yeah but we did that the last time too. Where’s that safe again?”

“In the closet through that door I assume.” Ian pointed behind Michael and got up to check. “Yes, this is a closet and there’s the bathroom beyond.”

Michael found the safe and put the cases in. He read the instructions before he closed the door and turned to Ian. “We need six numbers to set this thing.”

“One two two nine zero four.” Ian said off the top of his head.

“Oh, that’s a good number. I remember it well.” Michael set the safe and closed the door. “There we go. Nice bathroom, very marbly.”

“Is that even a word?”

“It is now. Do you want to change out of this stuff?”

Ian looked down at the yellow and green warm up suit with a grimace. “I’d love to but that would lead to showering and then we’d never make it upstairs.”

“I promise to only admire you from afar if you’ll do the same. I need out of this.”

“Okay. But I’ll be watching you.”

“I’m counting on it.”

Somehow they managed to change without touching and they both felt much better. Ian slipped the keycard into the back pocket of his jeans and took Michael’s hand as they left their cabin with the map in hand.

“I hope they’re still serving food, I’m starving.” Michael mentioned as they walked down the hall.

“They have twenty-four hour room service and your mum is up there, they’ll have food.” Ian said as he guided them around the corner and up the stairs. “It should be up at the top of the stairs.”

“And there it is. It looks closed though. Is there another door?”

“Back this way.” They turned around and saw a man in a tuxedo waiting for them.

“Good evening Mr. Thorpe, Mr. Phelps. Your party is back this way.” The maitre de led them down a short dark hallway towards the aft portion of the ship towards the windows. As Ian and Michael drew near, Fred spotted them and rose to his feet.

“There they are!”

Michael and Ian were hugged, kissed and hugged again by various members of their families before finally being allowed to sit down and look at menus. They both felt a little overwhelmed and strung out and sat together, letting the conversation flow over them.

A waiter quickly arrived to take their orders and then returned with several appetizers for the table ‘compliments of the chef.’ Michael nodded his thanks and considered hoarding one tray of nibbles for himself but manners and the look Ian gave him convinced him otherwise.

They had a nice time but it was after two before they saw their suite again and got ready for bed.

“Ian, are you as tired as I am?” Michael asked as he pulled off his clothes.

“Probably.”

“Good, I vote that we both get some sleep. My mind is still willing but not my body.”

“Mine either.”

They both slipped between the sheets and met in the middle of the bed to tangle up together and kissed each other good night.

“We had a really good meet, didn’t we?” Michael asked absently after they were comfortable.

“We had a great meet, you especially.”

“If that pool was just the tiniest bit longer, I would have caught you.”

“You probably would have. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

**
Bright and early the next morning, Ian rolled over and was surprised to find Michael still in bed although it was well past nine. He reached out and felt Michael’s hair to see if it was wet, thinking that maybe Michael had been up earlier and gotten back into bed. He jumped when Michael’s eyes opened.

“What are you doing?”

“Jesus, Michael. You scared me. How long have you been up?”

“About five minutes; I was serious when I said I was taking the next couple of months off.”

“Am I to expect you to sleep in till all hours?”

“No, just the first couple of days. I’m still a bit tired.”

“It’s no wonder; you probably haven’t had a moment to just think about everything that happened last week.”

“Yeah, I’m still waiting for it to sink in. I feel sort of like, okay I’ve got the record but what’s next?”

“How about brunch?” Ian asked as he sat up.

“Oh, good idea. Do you want room service or are we getting up?”

“Your choice.”

Michael also sat up and reached for the brochure Ian had left on the nightstand. “There’s a buffet in the restaurant upstairs until eleven or we can try one of the other restaurants.”

“I’m starving so I vote for the buffet. Do you want the first shower? Unfortunately I don’t think we’re both going to fit in there.”

“No, you go ahead. I’ll see if there’s a coffee pot anywhere out there.”

“Thank you love.” Ian kissed Michael’s cheek and got up. “You aren’t going to any of the parties tonight are you?”

Michael shook his head. “Heck no. It’s going to just be you and me. I have interviews all afternoon but I’ll be back around six.”

“Good. I’ll be back at six thirty.” Ian said as he went into the bathroom. Michael got up, pulled on a pair of sweats and wandered out into the living area. It was much nicer than he’d noticed the previous night but he couldn’t find a coffee pot.

He picked up the phone and dialed the operator. “Hi, this is Michael Phelps in suite, uh. Huh. I don’t know what suite I’m in.”

“Good morning, Mr. Phelps. You’re in suite 1081, what can I do for you today?”

“I was looking for a coffee maker. I found the mini bar and the soda stuff but can’t find the coffee maker.”

“Your butler, Philip, will be right up with coffee. Would you like service for one or two?”

“Service for one is fine. Thank you.”

“You’re quite welcome, sir.”

Michael hung up the phone and there was a knock at the door. He went over to open it and discovered a man in a black suite, carrying a tray.

“Good morning, Mr. Phelps. I’m Philip, your day butler. May I come in?”

Michael started, realizing he’d been staring at the man. “Oh, sure. Sorry.” He moved out of the way for Philip to enter.

The butler set the tray on the dining table and looked up at Michael. “How do you take your coffee, sir?”

“Huh? No, it’s not for me; it’s for Ian. I guess I’m still a little tired. They said butler but I didn’t expect, well, an actual butler.”

The man’s lips quirked and he nodded. “Quite understandable. I can leave this here for Mr. Thorpe. If you have a moment, I’d like to ask about the delivery of certain items.”

“Okay.”

“There are several floral arrangements, are either of you allergic to any flowers?”

“No. Can we have some of them sent to our families’ cabins, if there’s more than one or two?”

“Actually sir, there are eight arrangement currently but I understand that three more arrived this morning. I would be happy to divert all but two to other cabins.”

“Thanks. I have no idea where anyone else is staying.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Callahan are in suite 901 with the Misses Phelps. Mr. and Mrs. Thorpe are in suite 900 with Mr. and Mrs. Williams and Miss Iona. Both suites are one deck down in the forward section. Mr. and Mrs. Phelps are in suite 1101, one dup fup from here and again, in the forward section. I’ll remove the cards from all the arrangements and deliver them here. Do you have any flower preferences?”

“No, just pick whatever looks nicest for our parents. We’re not really into flowers. Are you the person I talk to about arranging room service?”

“Yes, sir. What do you require?”

“Um. I’d like something nice for dinner tonight here in our room. We’ll both be back before seven. Is there a menu?”

“May I ask sir if this is to be a romantic dinner?”

“Yes. I’d like something special.”

“Then it would be my pleasure to arrange dinner service for you. Perhaps on the balcony?”

“That would be great.”

“Do you have any food preferences?”

“Does that restaurant, Latitudes, have a tasting menu option?”

“Yes sir. I’ll make the arrangements. Will there be anything else?”

“I guess that’s it.”

“Very well, sir. If you have anything you need pressed, please let me know or leave it on the bed you you need me, dial ‘2’ on the phone.”

“Thank you.”

Philip let himself out just as Ian emerged from the bedroom. “Who was that?”

“That was Philip, we’ve been butlered.” Michael pointed to the coffee. “You look yummy baby. Let me take a quick shower and we can find food.” Michael disappeared into the bedroom, leaving Ian with his coffee.

Ian poured a cup and went out on the balcony to sit and enjoy the view. The deck was much larger than he thought it was and it was totally pri. He. He pondered the possibility of sunbathing au natural and let his mind drift as he sipped the excellent brew.

“You look very relaxed out here.” Michael said quietly as he sat in one of the other lounge chair.

“I am. I think I could spend the rest of the day out here.”

“That’s good because we’re having dinner out here tonight.”

“We are? All by ourselves?”

“Yep and we’re getting food from the fancy French place. I was going to surprise you but now you have something to look forward to.”

“Thank you love. That’ll make going on the interviews this afternoon much easier.” Ian picked up Michael’s hand and kissed the palm. “I expect I’d better feed you now.”

Michael grinned. “Me? You’re the one chewing on my hand over there.”

&&

Ian shook the hands of the people who’d set up the remote feed and walked over to where Dave was waiting for him.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Yes. We’ve got one more interview but it’s quick and ll bll be done by six as promised.” Dave led Ian out of the studio and into the car that was waiting. He signaled to the driver and as the car pulled out he turned to Ian.

“When are you going to make the big announcement or have you changed your mind?”

“I hope I can catch my parents tonight before I meet Michael. I was going to tell them today but we got up late.”

“Hey, you can wait for the next four years as far as I’m concerned but I understand. I think you’ll have an easier time in interviews if you’re not dancing around the question.”

&&

The reporter from Sports Illustrated closed his notebook and took a drink of his water. “Thanks for talking to me, Michael. Can I ask you a question off the record?”

“Sure. I reserve the right to answer though.”

“Has anyone approached you about carrying the flag in the closing ceremony?”

Michael drew back. “No. No one’s said anything.”

“It’s a nomination process. I’d heard that you’d been nominated for the ballot but the vote won’t happen until Saturday. I also heard that Ian’s been nominated for Australia.”

“Well he really deserves it so I hope he gets it. I’m not sure if I’d want to carry the flag; it’s a tremendous honor but there has to be other people who deserve it more.”

The reporter chuckled. “You just won nine medals, Michael; you think anyone else will even come close to that?”

^^

Ian made it back to the ship earlier than planned thanks to an unexpected win by Australia in a track event. After obtaining his parents’ suite number from the concierge, he made his way to deck nine and knocked on their door.

“Ian!” His brother-in-law greeted him with surprise. “We didn’t think we’d see you today.”

“Hi Dave. Is everyone here?”

“Yes, we’re the solarium trying to decide what to do tonight. Come on in.”

Dave led Ian through a suite even bigger than the one he and Michael were sharing. “Are you staying here too?”

“Yes, there are two bedrooms. It’s easier with Iona, having your parents close. Did anyone thank you for arranging this?”

“I didn’t arrange anything. Adidas asked how many people were coming and took it from there.”

Dave opened the slider and let Ian enter first. Iona looked up from her toys and jumped up to run over to him.

“Unkie!”

Ian scooped her up and kissed her face. “Iona! How’s my little girl?”

“Good! Play wif me?”

“Unkie can’t play right now but I’ll play after I talk to Grannymum and Poppy, okay.”

“Kay!” Ian set her down after getting a spit filled kiss on the cheek and took the napkin Chris handed him with a grateful look before greeting the rest of his family and taking a seat.

“Ian, this ship is fantastic. You’ll have to give me the name of your Adidas rep so I can send a thank you note.”

“I will mum. Actually there’s something I need to talk to you all about.”

His father and mother exchanged a look before his father spoke. “Is this about you retiring from competition?”

“Uh. Yes, how did you know?”

“It’s been obvious that you’re not having as much fun on the deck as you used to,” Margaret reached over and patted his arm. “We’ve been expecting this for quite a while.”

“In that case, yes I’m retiring from competitive swimming. Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner but I wanted to be sure. I honesty thought I’d change my mind while I was here and stay in for New York.”

“You looked a bit sad on the podium last night, for a moment.”

“I am sad; swimming has been very good to me but I’d like to go out while I’m still on top.”

“You know your mother and I will always support whatever decisions you make, Ian. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders and if you’re ready to retire, we’ll be behind you one hundred percent.”

“Thanks dad and mum. Your support has been always been the foundation of career and I wanted to tell you before making any official announcement.”

Ian stood and hugged both of his parents, trying to convey how much they meant to him.

Margaret teared up a little and patted his face. “Oh, I can’t believe you’re getting married! And getting a degree; you and your sister have given us so much to be proud of.”

“Mum, don’t cry.”

“Let your mum alone. She’s been working up to a good cry all week.”

&&

Michael ran towards the gangway and checked his watch. The only change was that he was one minute later than he was the last time he checked. He slowed as he approached the crewperson at the door and tried to calm down.

“Good evening, Mr. Phelps.”

“Hi. What do I need to do to get in?”

The crewperson opened the door with a smile. “Once we recognize you, you’re good to go.”

“Thanks, I’m running late.” Michael trotted through the door and towards the elevator. It was only six thirty but he’d wanted to make it back to the room before Ian. He shifted on his feet after pushing the button and considered praying to the elevator gods when the doors sprang open.

The five people inside all looked up at him as they exited and Michael smiled and nodded as he walked in and pushed the button for his deck. The doors were just sliding closed when he heard one of the people ask the other if that guy was actually Michael Phelps.

The elevator zoomed up and Michael sprinted off only to skid to a halt. He thought the suite was to the right but he wasn’t sure. He decided he’d just go on and hopefully he’d remembered it correctly. As he rounded the corner he spotted a sign and heaved a sigh of relief.

Then he realized that he didn’t have a key to the room. He checked his pockets just to make sure but nope, no sign of it.

“May I help you sir?”

Michael turned to see another crewmember standing patiently behind him.

“Yes please. My name is Michael Phelps and I’m in suite 1081 but I don’t have my key.”

“I’ll ring Philip for you sir.”

“Thanks.”

The crewperson disappeared and Philip came around the corner a minute later. “Good evening Mr. Phelps. I’ll be happy to let you into your room but I believe Mr. Thorpe and Miss Iona are already there.”

“Oh. Thanks. Is there only one key to our suite because I don’t remember getting two when we checked in.”

“That’s because Mr. Thorpe had both of your cards.”

“Thanks again.”

“You’re quite welcome sir. I’ll have dinner for you in forty-five minutes.”

Philip disappeared back behind the corner and Michael shook his head. There must be some kind of super secret training involved with being able to appear and disappear like that. He walked over to the suite and knocked. The door swung open apparently by magic and he looked down.

“Hello Iona!”

“Monkey!” Iona jumped forward and hugged his leg, giggling as Michael walked forward, heaving her along. “Unkie, Monkey here!”

Ian stood up and grinned. “So I see. Michael it appears as if you have a growth on your leg.”

“I do Ian. Perhaps I need an operation.”

Ian leaned down and extended his hands, fingers spread out. “Let me examine the growth and we’ll see.”

Iona shrieked and ran over behind one of the chairs to peek out at them, giggling madly. Ian dropped to the floor and appeared to ignore her.

“How was your day dear?”

“Fine.” Michael dropped down to the floor and picked up one of the toys. “I didn’t know we had toys here. Are they all ours?”

Iona rushed out and jumped in between them. “Mine! All mine. Play wif me!”

Michael sat back with a smile. “I’ll play with you but what are we doing?”

“Tea Party.” She picked up a cup and handed it to Michael.

Ian waited for Iona to be occupied with fixing the ‘tea’ before leaning over to Michael. “We’re only babysitting until seven while Chris and David have dinner.”

“Whew! I love her but I really don’t think she’s the right audience for what I have planned for you.” Michael leered.

“I asked Philip to push dinner back fifteen minutes so you can go take a shower if you’d like.”

“And leave Iona? We’re playing here.” Michael gestured to his empty plate.

“Fine, do you mind if I go?”

“Go on, I think we’re heading into the ‘pleasant conversation’ phase and Iona and I have lots to talk about.”

Ian rose and slipped away. Iona took her tea parties seriously and he’d be stuck unless he moved fast. He made sure to close the bedroom door tightly to prevent a tiny body from joining him in the bathroom as she’d tried last month at his parents’ house.

&&

Promptly at seven, there was a knock at the door and Michael went to open it as Iona was busy eating her air cake. David and Chris were waiting on the other side of the door and he let them in.

“Thanks for watching her, Michael. I hope we’re not late.”

“No, you’re right on the dot. We’re just finishing our tea.”

Chris grinned and poked him in the arm. “Aren’t you lucky?”

“Iona makes delicious tea, don’t you Iona?”

“Yes Monkey. Mummy, stay with Monkey and Unkie?”

Chris went red as she always did when Iona called Michael ‘Monkey’ and looked at Michael in apology. “Iona, this is Uncle Michael. Can you say Michael?”

“Monkey!” Iona threw her hands up with a grin.

“It’s okay Chris. She can call me Monkey if she wants, I don’t mind.”

David leaned down to help Iona pick up her toys while quietly telling Iona she was coming with mummy and daddy.

“Michael, she’s named you after her stuffed animal.”

“Really, Chris it’s okay. I think it’s the ears.” Michael flicked his finger behind one of his ears.

“Well it’s rude and you shouldn’t encourage her.”

“Chris you know once you made an issue out of it, she was going to use it if only to push your buttons.” David said as he stood up. “Ionave Uve Uncle Michael a goodbye kiss.”

Iona pouted and did as her father told her. She’d learned that tears didn’t work when her parents were involved but that didn’t mean she had to be graceful about it.

Michael stooped down and hugged her. “How about I talk to your mummy and daddy later and see you can spend some time with Uncle Ian and Uncle Michael on Thursday?”

Iona nodded and let a smile break out. “Kay.”

“Thanks again Michael and please tell Ian how much we appreciated getting a meal without the little ears around.” David hoisted Iona into his arms and put her bag over his shoulder.

Michael ushered them out after a round of goodbyes and closed the door with a sigh before going into the bedroom catching Ian coming out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist.

“Oh la la!” Michael said.

Ian looked up with a grin and threw a pillow at his fiancé. “We’ve got dinner coming so hold that thought.”

“I’ll like to hold something else instead.” Michael put his arms around Ian’s waist and ran a hand up Ian’s back.

“You only want me for my body.” Ian said with a mock pout looking remarkably like his niece.

“Get it straight. I want you for your body and your bank account.” Michael smirked before leaning forward to quickly kiss Ian’s mouth. “Your stunning good looks, intelligence and devastating skills in bed are just a bonus.”

“Glad to see you have your priorities in place, love.” Ian gave him a quick peck. “What should I wear?”

“I think we should wear those robes hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Why waste time dressing?”

Ian grinned and goosed Michael on the ass. “I like the way you think Mr. Phelps.”

^^
Ian opened the door for Philip a few minutes later as the butler pushed in a service cart.

“Good evening Mr. Thorpe. I’ll have the balcony set up in a jiffy and dinner will be served right after.”

“Thank you Philip.” Ian closed the door and returned to the bathroom to finish shaving as Michael showered.

“Love?”

“Yeah baby?”

“I just thought of something.”

Michael pushed the curtain aside to look at Ian. “What?”

“Did you bring any lube or condoms?”

“Oh crap. You didn’t?”

Ian shook his head. “I’ll run down to ship’s store and see what I can find.”

Michael looked thoughtful for a moment. “Check the medicine cabinet and the nightstand drawers first. They seem to think of everything else here.”

“Michael! You really think they’d do that?” Ian fought not to look shocked.

“It’s worth a shot.” Michael pulled the curtain closed to finish rinsing his hair.

Ian skulked out into the bedroom. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t want Philip to find him looking in the drawers as the man was surely aware he and Michael shared a bed but he closed the door anyway.

He opened the first drawer and saw three different tubes and six different kinds of condoms. He slid the drawer closed quietly and skulked back into the bathroom to see Michael staring at him.

“Why were you creeping around out there?”

Ian shrugged and picked up his razor. “It’s one of my quirks.”

“Okay. What’s the verdict?”

“I don’t have to run down to the store.” Ian said staring directly into the mirror.

“Good.” Michael got out the shower and pulled a towel off the pile, giving Ian a quick kiss as he passed behind him. “I love you because of your quirks even though I don’t understand them.”

Ian glanced over his shoulder. “Don’t you find it weird that they are supplying lube and condoms in our room?”

“Gay men aren’t the only people who use lube and condoms but there are also tampons in the drawer over there. Unless you’ve changed in the last month, I know neither one of us is using those.”

“Oh.”

Michael kissed him again and patted him on the fanny. “Are you finished shaving?”

Ian drew the razor down his cheek again and checked for any spots he’d missed. “There, all done.” Ian stepped over so Michael could have the sink and went out into the living area only to stop at the scene on the balcony.

The table was now dressed with a long white cloth and sparkling crystal. A small arrangement of roses was set in the middle of the table and surrounded by little lanterns. The stereo was playing softly and a bottle of champagne was placed on the credenza.

Ian turned as the door opened behind him and Philip entered quietly. “There you are, sir. I thought you may wish to serve yourselves tonight. I’ll just lay out the service. If you don’t mind, would you push the cart out later? I can collect the dishes in the morning.”

“Will it be alright for us to put the dishes on the cart and push it out, that way they’re not sitting around all night?”

“That will be fine, sir. I’ll be done in a jiffy.”

Ian went back into the bedroom and found Michael shrugging into his robe. “Oh my god, Michael. We’re definitely taking a cruise on this boat for our honeymoon. Wait until you see what Philip’s done on the balcony.”

“Mom mentioned that they have a cruise on the east coast. Does it look nice?”

“It looks fabulous. He’s setting up for dinner now, would you like to go out?” Ian extended his hand.

Michael put his hand in Ian’s and walked out. The lights in the living room were now dimmed and the cart had been transformed into a serving table out on the balcony; Michael couldn’t help gasping.

“Gosh when Philip said romantic he meant it.”

&&

Over dinner, they silently agreed to ignore the past week and discussed their future together. In between courses, they danced under stars and held each other close exchanging kisses.

Ian loaded the cart and pushed it into the hallway noticing the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign Philip had thoughtfully left on the door. He walked into bedroom to find Michael already in bed. His fiancé looked up at him and smiled fetchingly.

Ian threw the robe off and slid in beside him, taking Michael in his arms. “Do you know how much I love you?”

“Not as much as I love you.” Michael murmured as their lips met. He slid a leg in between Ian’s and pulled him close. They kissed for several minutes, learning each other’s mouths all over again.

Ian maneuvered Michael until he was on his back. “Can I make love to you tonight?”

“There’s nothing I’d like more.” Michael wrapped his arms around Ian’s shoulders and pulled him down, spreading his legs to cradle Ian’s hips. Ian had other ideas and started placing kisses down Michael’s neck and chest, heading down to lick his nipples.

Michael clutched at Ian’s head and moaned as Ian’s teeth closed in on one sensitive nub. Ian spent several minutes teasing Michael’s nipples into hard peaks before drifting down to lick over his abs and obliques. He sucked on Michael’s tiny belly button and wrapped his hand around Michael’s erect penis, letting the head brush against his chin.

He lovingly licked up the length of rigid flesh before opening his mouth and swallowing it down. Only his hands on Michael’s hips prevented him from choking as Michael involuntarily thrust up with a little scream.

“Please baby, it’s been too long.” Michael pleaded, his hands fisted in the sheets. Ian increased his suction and lifted his head, using his tongue on the spot below the head of Michael’s penis. Michael tenses and came, the sensation too much for him to bear. He gasped and bit his lip as Ian swallowed every drop.

Ian reached over for the lube and quickly prepared Michael, taking care as it had been over a month and Michael had tightened up quite a bit from the intense physical exercise despite being relaxed after his orgasm. He slicked himself up and reached for a condom.

“No, I’ve got a towel under the pillow but I need to feel you tonight.”

“You know how much I love being inside you with nothing between us.” Ian leaned over to kiss Michael before sliding back between Michael thighs. “Are you ready, love?”

“Yes.”

Ian guided his cock into Michael in one smooth motion before stopping to allow Michael to adjust. After Michael’s nod, he let himself down until he and Michael were touching from neck to groin and moved his hips gently as Michael’s legs wrapped around them. They made love slowly and gently, staring into each other’s eyes. Ian felt the tingle begin his balls and sped up a little. Michael threw his head back and spread his hands over Ian’s ass to urge him go to even faster.

“Love, I need to-” Ian whispered urgently, his forehead resting on Michael’s shoulder.

Michael babbled as he began to come again, ejaculating between their bodies rus rush. Ian thrust hard and deep several times before his own orgasm overtook him. They both lay panting for several minutes afterwards, catching their breath. Ian reached up and found the towel, cleaning them up a little as he moved to lie beside Michael. He threw the towel towards the bathroom and laid his head on Michael’s shoulder, taking Michael’s hand in his.

“I’m so glad we’ll never have to spend so much time apart again.” Ian said softly.

“Me too. Miles is a nice room mate but he lacks your charm.” Michael pulled his arm up and ran his fingers through Ian’s hair.

“I hope that’s not the only thing he lacks.” Ian said dryly.

“He’s a nice kid but he makes me feel old. Was I ever that wide eyed?”

“You still are but that’s because you’re brand new, Michael.”

Michael raised his head. “Are you quoting ‘Friends’ lines at me?”

Ian turned his head and looked at Michael, “And what if I am?”

“I’m going to have that put in our vows. You’ll have to swear off quoting from that show. I’ll accept ‘Buffy’ quotes but I have my standards.” Michael said.

“What? You’re going to deny me that? If you’re going to be that way I’ll have you swear to never yell at me for not sorting the laundry properly.”

“It’s laundry not a nuclear bomb, Ian. How difficult is it to remember not put your black socks in with the whites?” Michael grinned and tweaked Ian’s nose.

“But it’s all underwear, it all belongs together.” Ian grinned back.

“Its segregation based on function, it’s just not fair.”

“Fair? You segregate the sheets from the towels.”

Michael rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh. “Towels are fuzzy and sheets are smooth. If you had your way, we’d be sleeping in towel fuzz for the rest of our lives.”

Ian sat up. “You know, I’m not tired at all and it’s only nine thirty. Let’s get a quick wash and go sit out on the balcony. We’ve got most of the bottle of champagne left and I saved the other dessert.”

“No wonder I love you so much!” Michael said as he sat up.

As they had perfected the art of the quick clean up, they settled onto the balcony four minutes later. Michael poured them each a half a glass of wine and Ian took a bite of the Mousse au Chocolate before passing to Michael and picking up his glass.

Michael took a bite and went to pass the plate back when Ian waved him off.

“No, go ahead and finish it. It’s good but a little rich for me.”

“Wow, now I know you love me.”

“Of course I love you but I’ve got a test for my boyfriend license coming up.”

“You don’t need to take it.”

“I don’t?”

“Nope.” Michael finished the last bite of dessert and swallowed. “You’re in thancéancé league now and you’ve passed that test with flying colors.” He put the plate aside and picked up his wine, toasting Ian before taking a sip.

“I’m glad to hear that.” Ian slipped his hand into Michael’s. “We’re very lucky aren’t we?”

“We’re beyond lucky, Ian.”

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Me either. I don’t know where we’re going to end up but it’s going to be a great trip.”

FIN

AN: It's done! Over! She says 182,460 words la But But wait! There's graduation and grad school and that pesky wedding planning and more smut. Actually I've just run out of water/nautical terms and part two will commence in a day or two so stay tuned.

My deepest graditude to everyone who has left a review or dropped a note via email. I'm just overwhelmed that so many people liked the story (I feel a little like Sally Field).
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