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Displacement

November 10, 2004 Ann Arbor, Michigan.

Michael took another picture with his digital camera and walked over to Barbara, his real estate agent.

“So, you like this one Michael?”

“Yeah, I think it’s between this one and the one with a pool from yesterday.”

A look of relief passed over the woman’s face. Her client was very young but surprisingly picky. They’d been house hunting for three days and she was beginning to think he’d never find one.

“Do you really want the upkeep of a pool? They can be a pain in this area.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I think I’d get more use out of these garages here and it’s closer to campus.”

Michael had spent the last hour going over every visible inch of the 2 story contemporary house. The four bedrooms were spacious and there were three and a half bathrooms but what really caught his interest was the garage space that had room for six cars. There was no way he was going to expose his baby to Ann Arbor’s inclement weather.

“Do you want to head back to your hotel and think about it?”

Michael took another look around. “No, I think this is the one. I just need to talk to my mortgage broker about how to deal with the money end.”

“You’re fully qualified for a house in this price range.” The fact that she was saying that to a nineteen year old still boggled her mind.

“Yeah, I know but I’m not sure of how much money I want to put down. He said I could do ten percent and get a better tax write off but I’d rather do twenty and skip the PMI.” Michael was well aware of how much money he was going to be investing and had done a lot of homework.

“I’m going tod oud outside and give him a call. I’ll be right back.”

Michael stopped in the driveway and dialed his phone while admiring the house. The conversation with his broker didn’t take long and he was soon flipping his phone shut.

“Hello!”

Michael turned around to see an older man walking up the drive way with his hand extended. Michael shook it and returned the greeting.

“I’m Alan Brenner, I live across the street. Are your parents touring the house?”

“I’m Michael, Michael Phelps and no, I’m not here with my parents but I'm getting ready to put an offer in for it.”

“Oh. Well, you must be quite the successful young man!” The man’s surprise was evident as was the fact he hadn’t watched the Olympics but in Michael’s mind, that was a good thing to have in a neighbor.

“Yes, sir. I guess. You have a really nice yard. Do you do it all yourself or do you use a service?”

Michael’s conversational ploy quickly lead to a whole range of local service people and he happily jotted down phone numbers until Barbara, obviously tired of waiting for him, joined them.

Michael made their excuses and in a few minutes, Barbara had him sitting in front of her desk and signing an offer that was a little below the asking price but the house had been on the market for a couple of months so it was pretty fair. She dropped him off at his hotel and promised to call him with an answer as soon as it came in.

Left at loose ends, Michael considered taking another walk on campus but it was kind of cold out for him. He eaten a very light lunch so he might as well get an early dinner. At least it was something to do.

It was times like these that he really regretted Ian living half a world away as it was far too early in Sydney to consider calling him.

Michael walked out of the hotel and down the street to a likely looking Italian restaurant. As it was barely three pm, the waiter sat him very quickly and handed him a menu. The man returned in a few minutes and took his order leaving Michael to twiddle his thumbs.

‘Wow. I’m buying a house.’ So it took a little time for that news to sink in. Michael checked his watch and by the time his salad arrived he was happily chatting with his mom, telling her all about the house and the neighborhood. His mother insisted he hang up once his entrée had been served if only so he could ‘eat like a human being and not an animal’.

He finished the really delicious gnocchi and has a piece of cheesecake before strolling back to the hotel ready to put in a few laps in the hotel’s basement pool. He changed quickly and slipped back into his jeans to make the trek, grabbing a towel from the bathroom.

After a warm up and a dip in the spa, he was back in his natural habitat, smoothly stroking and letting his mind drift to a subject that had been on his mind a lot over the last few months.

Ian had admitted they were actually dating over a week ago and they’d been talking twice a day since then. They joked and teased and talked about their daily events, just like the conversations they'd been having all along.

They never talked about swimming, after all they were competitors and they seemed to have an unspoken agreement on the matter although Ian had very sincerely congratulated him on his excellent results in Indianapolis.

But they also never seemed to move beyond a friendly level of discussion. There was a little flirting but that seemed to stall out and Michael wasn’t really ready to try to have phone sex. He’d like to have actual sex with Ian first.

Michael’s body was on automatic while he pondered his relationship, cutting efficiently through the water as his subconscious keep track of the laps and the routine. After an hour in the pool, Michael touched the wall and then hung from the side and just rode the high he always got from a good training session.

“Wow, you’re really good.”

Michael twisted around and saw a woman in the lane beside him.

“Um, thanks.” He would have liked to return the compliment but he hadn’t even noticed if the woman had been swimming next to him.

“No, I’m serious. You lapped me twice there in the end and I thought I was going pretty fast.”

“Oh, well I swim a lot.” Meet Michael Phelps, king of the understatement.

“I hope you try out for the team over at the college, you’re here for a prospect visit, right?”

“Oh, well. I am going to be taking classes in January but I’m ineligible.”

The woman took a good look at him and finally read the name on his cap.

“Oh, dear. This is embarrassing. My apologies, Mr. Phelps.”

“No, it’s okay. It happens. Not a big deal.”

“No, it really is. I’m Anne Kelly, the club’s dietician, we were introduced on Tuesday.”

“Oh, well I didn’t recognize you either so I guess we look different in the water.” Michael grinned engagingly. He did remember the woman now, although they hadn’t really talked much.

“Well, I’m not going to ask you how you’ve been eating since you’re not officially here yet but I hope you’re enjoying your visit.”

Michael ended up talking with Anne for over an hour as he did his warm down. She had a son in med school at Johns Hopkins and they spent the time comparing Ann Arbor and Baltimore. Michael was really happy to have someone to talk to. It has been a kind of lonely trip.

He was starting to realize that life in Ann Arbor was going to really different. By the time he made it back to his room, he was giving himself a little pep talk. It wasn’t like he didn’t know people here, it just going to take time to build a circle of friends.

When the phone rang, he was still a little depressed despite his news regarding the house and Ian was instantly concerned. After determining the cause, Ian had an interesting proposal.

“If all goes well with the house, you’ll be closing on the 10th of December but when are you planning on moving in?”

“I guess I’ll drive up a day or two after Christmas, depending on the weather. Classes don’t start until January 6th so that would give me a little over a week to get settled in, buy furniture and the like.”

“Well, why don’t I fly in to Baltimore and drive up with you?”

“You’d do that for me?”

“Of course.”

“Gosh. That would be great, Ian.”

“Well, you could take one look at me and throw me back on the plane, never to speak my name again so don’t be too grateful just yet.”

“Oh, has Pieter been calling you ‘Fluffy’ again?”

“He’s an evil wicked man. Seriously Michael, I’d really like to see you again.”

“Me too.”

When Michael hung up the phone a half hour later, he was feeling much more cheerful and the next morning he learned that he’d gotten the house. He was suddenly really looking forward to moving.

Overboard

December 26, 2004 Baltimore-Washington Airport

Michael was impatiently looking at his watch and keeping an intent eye on the arrivals board. Ian’s flight was due in twelve minutes and twenty seconds which was just thirty seconds less than the last time he’d looked at his watch.

He and Ian had debated for several days about Michael meeting him at the airport but Michael was not happy about seeing Ian for the first time in four months with his mother peeking over his shoulder. Not that he was going to jump the man but there were some things he just didn’t want to do in front of his mom.

Another check of his watch and now he only had nine minutes. ‘Okay, Michael. You have to play it cool. Don’t drag him into the nearest janitor’s closet and show him how much you missed him.’

Michael started bouncing on his heels, probably irritating the other people waiting around him but he didn’t care. Only seven minutes until Ian.

Of course, Ian would have to make way way off the plane and down the concourse and find the baggage claim area that Michael had been staking out for the last two hours. He’d gotten to the airport three hours early after his mother had finally thrown him out of the house because he’d been so excited. Michael didn’t care. He and Ian were going to be on the same continent, in the same time zone!

Michael stopped himself from tittering giddily; he didn’t need security on his ass at this point. Oh. It was 10:42. He looked up and saw that magic word appear next to Ian’s flight number: arriving.

Maybe he shouldn’t have had that third coke. And he certainly should have not eaten the second Milky Way bar. He took a deep breath and tried to reign himself in. Ian didn’t need to see him acting like a third grader the day after Halloween.

Twenty minutes later, Michael spotted Ian’s blond head towering over the line of passengers making their way down the escalator and knew the minute Ian saw him as the other man’s face seemed to light up from within.

They stood a couple of feet apart and smiled goofily at each other for a moment before turning towards the baggage carousel in unison.

“Hi.” Michael nudged Ian with his elbow in greeting.

“Hi.” Ian nudged back and they smirked at each other.

“Did you have a good flight?”

“It wasn’t bad. Managed to sleep for five hours before we landed in San Francisco, caught a few more hours before we got in here.”

“That’s good.”

It took a few minutes to secure Ian’s other bag and Michael led Ian out of the door and across to the parking garage. They didn’t speak until after they loaded the bags and got into the car.

“Hi again.”

“Hi yourself.”

Michael reached over the console and placed his hand on Ian’s cheek, drawing them together. The kiss was sweetly intense and caused both of them to groan. Ian nuzzled his nose along Michael’s cheek and nipped at his ear, resting his hand on Michael’s thigh. It wasn’t the most comfortable position and they both sat back with regret.

“I really missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

“I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I’m glad I came.”

“I guess I should get us out of here.”

“That would be a good idea, yes.”

Michael turned the car, pulled of his space and quickly got them onto I-95.

“Are you hungry?”

“I could do with a bite.”

“But not McDonald’s” they chanted together.

“I don’t see what you have against the golden arches, Ian.”

“Please, that stuff is nothing but liquid fat. I can’t see how you manage to choke it down.”

And they were off and running through a stop at a late-night Chinese place and the trip to Michael’s house. They sat in the car for a moment, savoring their privacy.

“So I guess I’m in the guest room?”

“You can either sleep there or in my room.”

“Your mother is okay with that?”

“Like we’re really going to do anything with my mom down the hall?”

“Oh good point. I’m not sure I could stand the torture actually.”

“Yeah, I know. But it’s up to you. I think it’s going to be torture either way.”

They exited the vehicle, grabbed the bags and headed for the house, Michael opening the door for Ian. As they stepped into the entry, Michael could see his mom in living room watching a M*A*S*H rerun.

“Hi mom, we’re back.”

“Oh, hi boys.” Debbie got up to greet their guest with her hand extended. “Nice to see you again, Ian.”

“Nice to see you again too, Debbie.” He shook her hand and rattled the bag of takeout. “We’ve stopped for Chinese and I’m sure we have enough if you’d likme.”me.”

Debbie laughed. “Ian, only you eating machines would consider having Chinese at this time of night. But thanks anyway. Michael, make sure you show Ian where the towels are, I’m heading to bed.”

Michael bussed her cheek. “Night mom. Thanks for waiting up.”

“Night, Debbie.”

Ian and Michael quickly made their way to the kitchen to unload the food. Spending twenty minutes in the car with that delectable aroma had certainly whetted their appetites. They left the bags near the stairs to decide on the bed arrangements until after they ate.

They were fighting over the last egg roll before Michael brought the subject up again.

“Ian, I really liked waking up with you but I will totally understand if you want to sleep in the guest room. We’ve got quite a drive ahead of us tomorrow.”

“I want to wake up beside you again too.” Ian said honestly.

Relieved to have settled the matter, they cleaned up the empty containers and debris before hoisting Ian’s bags up the stairs and into Michael’s room. Ian didn’t bother to unpack as they’d be leaving the next day; he just pulled out his ditty bag and allowed Michael to show him the bathroom.

Michael sat on his bed waiting for Ian. While they agreed to share the bed, he figured his normal winter sleeping attire of cut off sweats and a holey t-shirt would suffice. Not the most attractive outfit but his mother was right next door so probably for the best.

Ian stepped quietly into the room and softly shut the door behind him wearing an outfit quite similar to Michael’s on his freshly showered body.

“I’m back.”

Michael smiled and stood up. “Good. Give me a minute to brush my teeth and I’ll be right with you.”

“Which side do you sleep on?”

Michael turned and looked at the queen size bed, a little puzzled at the question.

“Ooh. I guess I don’t really have a side,” he said blushing a bit.

“Then I’ll just take the right side. Now go on. Shoo.”

Michael obeyed and left the room as quietly as Ian had entered. Ian took a moment to look around at the room his, well, boyfriend had grown up in.

It was an interesting microcosm. A few sports posters, a bulletin board with early newspaper clippings of Michael’s career, a couple of stuffed animals shoved carelessly among old textbooks. Ian pulled up the bedding and slid between the sheets. Oh. Michael had an electric warming blanket. That was a lovely surprise for the man currently living with summer weather.

Michael slipped through the door and hustled over to the bed, taking his place on the left side. The bathroom floor had been really cold and he’d forgotten his slippers. Michael turned off the light and after hesitating for a minute melded himself to Ian’s side, cold feet and all.

“Michael!” Ian thrust his own feet back, trying to avoid the large blocks of ice.

Michael grinned unrepentantly, “Sorry?”

“You so are not. Now I know why you’ve got this electric blanket.”

“Heh. I’m always forgetting my slippers; it’s not a permanent condition.” Michael found a comfy spot for himself next to Ian and laid his head in the crook of Ian’s neck, loving the feeling of Ian’s arms around him. For the first time in weeks, he found himself truly relaxing.

“Good night.” Michael craned his head up to peck Ian on the lips but his mouth seemed to have a mind of its own and Ian’s lips were happy to join in. Before they realized it, Michael was fully on top of Ian; his hips notched in between the other man’s and his hands roaming over Ian’s ass, trying to grind their cocks together.

Ian was trying to pull clothes off. His clothes, Michael’s clothes, it didn’t matter. He needed desperately to feel Michael’s skin on his. Their mouths were devouring each other, tongues thrusting against tongues. Ian hooked his legs around Michael’s waist and arched his back off the bed, aching for more intimate contact.

Ian tore his mouth from Michael’s and dove for Michael’s ear lobe. “You taste so good. You feel so good.”

“Oh my god, Ian. I have to taste you.” Unable to help himself Michael slid down Ian’s body, pulled his shorts down and exposed Ian’s thick rigid penis. Without pausing, he gently took it in his hands and began licking away at the fluid gathering at the tip before lifting his head and sliding his mouth as far down as it would go.

Ian grabbed a pillow and bit down on it to avoid screaming out his pleasure. Ian had had no idea that Michael was so very talented at this. His mouth moving in varying ways, his tongue stroking along the underside of the generous head of Ian’s cock, hitting the sweet spot every time. Ian’s free hand scrambled for the back of Michael’s head, stroking through silky hair trying to give encouragement without words and to not flex his hips too much.

It didn’t take long for Ian to feel the delicious building of pressure in his balls and he gripped Michael’s head in warning, trying to give the younger man a chance to pull away.

Michael was having none of that and merely sucked harder until Ian’s dense come hit the back of his throat. Greedily swallowing, Michael eased off and gentled his mouth reveling in Ian’s shudders beneath him. He slid back up and gathered Ian his arms, waiting for the other man to calm.

“Jesus, Michael. You are amazing.” Ian was still dazed from the experience his young lover had just given him. Feeling the other man’s cock nudging politely against his thigh, Ian glanced down and purred into Michael’s ear.

“Um, and that’s even more amazing. Hang on a second.” Ian flew over to his suitcase and took a tube from his kit. Stripping down, he stepped back to the bed, set the tube on the bedside table and pulled Michael upright.

Ian slowly removed Michael’s night clothes and pushed him tenderly on his back. Taking his time, he sampled every square inch of Michael’s body, lingering on each spot that seemed to give Michael the most pleasure. After a few minutes, he leaned down and snagged a t-shirt off the floor for Michael to bite down on.

Turning back to his task, he started by licking the base of Michael’s cock and sucking down one of his balls. He then repeated the attention on the other ball while reaching out and snagging the tube off the nightstand. While his mouth was so engaged, he flipped the lid off the lube and squeezed a generous portion onto his fingertips. Nudging Michael’s thighs further apart with the back of his hand, he slipped a finger down past the perineum and slowly began circling Michael’s anus.

Michael started at the unexpected feeling but soon pushed his hips forward a tiny bit to get more contact. Ian slid his mouth down Michael’s cock while at the same time, slowly pushed his finger into the other man.

Michael caught between the two extremes began to rock his hips and his hands scuttled over Ian’s head and shoulder, unable to settle. When Ian’s finger brushed against his prostate, Michael was powerless and he came copiously down Ian’s throat, quivering through his orgasm.

Afterwards, Michael found himself cuddled in Ian’s arms, Ian’s warm lips against his temple, their legs tangled together. Somehow, Ian had gotten them both redressed and the bed clothes straightened out while Michael had been floating.

“That was . . . I don’t even have words. “Michael whispered against Ian’s throat.

“Um, yes, it really was.” Ian sounded like a well fed lion lounging in the hot sun of the Serengeti, lazy and well satisfied.

“Could you sound anymore smug?”

“Probably. Why? Want to give it another go?”

Michael snuffled Ian’s shoulder enjoying the scent of the man’s cologne overlaid with sweat and sex. “We were just asking for trouble, weren’t we?”

“You. Me. Bed. What were we thinking?”

“We seemed to have overlooked the ‘we’re two horny guys’ theory entirely.”

“Uh huh.” Ian yawned and stretched luxuriously, snuggling deeper into Michael.

“Ian?”

“Yes, love?” The casual endearment caused Michael’s heart to skitter around his rib cage.

“Thank you.”

“What are you thanking me for?”

“For being here.”

Ian squeezed Michael gently and dropped a kiss on Michael’s mouth. “Does this mean you’re going to let me drive?”

“I’m not that grateful.”

“Pity.”

In mere moments, they were both asleep, twined around each other in every way.
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