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The Sweet Life	By : jai Category: Individual Celebrities > Athlete/Sports Misc Views: 8241 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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August 30, 2009 Gulf of St Lawrence

Ian put the phone down and turned to Michael who was lounging on the bed next to him. “That was Philip reminding us that Fred and Jackie’s brunch starts in forty five minutes.”

Michael sighed, “Do we have to go?”

“If you ever want your father to talk to you again, we do.”

Michael shrugged, “Won’t he just blame you? I could live with that.”

“Ha ha. I couldn’t. However, I’m still worried about you don’t move and I’ll see if the ice is helping.”

Michael obliged and Ian lifted the ice pack from Michael’s arm. “The swellings gone down and the ship’s doctor did a good job on the stitches. We could always tell people what happened and that we’re not feeling up to it.”

Shaking his head, Michael carefully levered himself up. “We can’t tell people about this. It’s embarrassing enough that we required medical attention on our wedding night; they’re going to want the details. How’s your wrist by the way?”

Ian aded hed his ice pack and tentatively flexed his wrist, wincing at the sudden pain. “It still hurts. And we had an accident in the shower; it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“We had an accident. We, as in the two of us. Meaning we were showering together. And somehow ended up with six stitches and a sprained wrist between us which means we were having sex in there.”

Ian put his uninjured hand on Michael’s leg. “But we’re married; we’re supposed to be having sex. And people knew wre hre having sex before that, we lived together for five years.”

“It’s one thing for people to know, we don’t have to present them with evidence.” Michael tried to stand up and sat right back down. “That local is still making me woozy. At least we had a partial wedding night before this happened.”

“And it was quite a wedding night up until that point. How are we supposed to hide this though? I’ll need to use the sling and you’re going to have to put a dressing on that.”

“I guess we can’t and I don’t want to disappoint my dad by not showing up.”

“That’s my love. Why don’t I call Philip back see if we can get a few snacks to help you shake off the anesthesia?”

“Thanks baby. Here why don’t I call him while you decide what you want to wear and then I’ll help you dress.

“Thank you love.”

After Michael called in their order of toast and tea, he helped Ian pull on a pair of casual pants and a short sleeved shirt. He went to put on his own clothing when Ian stopped him.

“Do you have another thong like the one you wore last night? I may not be able to do anything about it right now but I can still dream.”

Michael laughed and carefully pulled on a red thong, being careful of his stitches. He found a pair of Dockers and a short sleeved shirt and had just finished dressing when Philip arrived.

Philip was more than happy to put a dressing on Michael’s arm and help Ian put on the sling the doctor had left behind at four that morning. The couple ate and drank quickly and then hurried down to the lounge where their families were gathered.

The sling and dressing were quite a shock to their loved ones but before anyone got too upset, Ian waved his uninjured arm.

“We were in the shower, we lost our balance. I sprained my wrist when I tried to steady us but Michael slipped and cut his arm on the door. End of story.”

“Yeah, Ian has spoken. All heed the Ian.” Michael intoned before adding. “We’re both fine so can we move on?”

Everyone moved on although it was apparent that several people were not happy to let it rest there but they kept their mouths shut. The brunch was quite nice and the conversation turned to other matters.

Michael and Ian were able to escape a couple of hours later and only wanted to return to their suite and sleep. As they walked down the hall of deck ten, Pieter and Grant were coming out of their suite and stopped to look at them.

“What happened to you?” Pieter asked, immediately in doctor mode.

“Shower, balance, slipped.” Ian said shortly, not wanting to give Grant any material to work with.

Pieter gently examined Ian’s wrist and then turned to Michael’s stitches while Grant strived to look concerned.

“I’ll say that you two will recover but aren’t you driving back to New York from Montreal? How will you make the journey like this? Ian you can’t drive and Michael, I would not advise that much motion.” Pieter said with concern.

Michael and Ian looked at each other, not having realized what their injuries had done for the travel plans.

“Pieter, we were planning to return to New York anyway. Why don’t we cancel our flight and drive them back?”

Pieter brightened up and looked between Ian and Michael. “Oh, that will give us a chance to catch up with each other and see the country.”

Ian realized they could either take the generous offer or arrange to fly back to New York which would still leave them without a comfortable way to Philadelphia. He glanced at Michael who appeared too tired to have an opinion.

“If you two are sure you want to do this then we’ll accept your offer. We really need to get some sleep so if you’ll-”

Grant put his hand out. “Here mate, give me your key and I’ll open your door. Pieter, make sure Michael doesn’t run into anything. Come on, Ian.” The taller man gently led Ian down the hall and quickly got him undressed and into bed with a glass of water and his pain medication. Pieter followed and did the same for Michael who was almost asleep anyway.

Pieter sat down next to Michael and checked his pulse, looking increasingly worried. “Michael, are you on antibiotics or pain medications?”

“In my pocket,” Michael mumbled and Pieter dug through Michael’s pants to find the sample packets from the ship’s doctor.

“Are you allergic to any medications, Michael?”

Michael yawned and answered sleepily, “No.”

“Have you taken either of these before?” Pieter asked as he checked Michael’s pupils.

“Pieter, what’s the matter?” Ian asked wide awake now and trying not to panic.

“Ian, did Michael hit his head when this happened?” Pieter slid his hands through Michael’s hair and thought he detected a bump, he pressed on it a little and Michael moaned and tried to swat his hand away. “Did Michael take this pain medication earlier?”

“He may have hit his head but he didn’t say anything. He took a pill after we ate; the label said to eat with food.”

“When did he take this pill?”

“About twenty minutes ago. Pieter what’s wrong?”

“I think he’s got a slight concussion and if so, he shouldn’t be taking this pain medication. Grant, can you call down to medical services and get the doctor back up here?”

“On it!” Grant grabbed the phone as Ian fretted.

“Pieter, how bad is it that he took that pill?”

“I’m not sure, Ian. I think he’ll be fine but I would like the doctor to look at him. Michael may not have noticed his head injury due to the cut he sustained but concussions and pain medications should not be mixed.”

Twenty minutes later, Dr. Piccoli confirmed that Michael might have a slight concussion and advised moving him down to the medical bay for observation. Ian began to protest but began to reconsider when Dr. Piccoli pointed out that Ian was hardly in any shape to watch over Michael.

Pieter stepped in. “Dr. Piccoli, I would be more than willing to stay and check Michael every half hour if you would leave your penlight. I’ll call you if there is any change in dilation or any other complications.”

Dr. Piccoli thought it over. “If Mr. Thorpe has no objections, I don’t see a problem with this Dr. van den Hoogenband.”

“Thank you Dr. Piccoli and Pieter. Yes, I’d much rather Michael didn’t spend part of our honeymoon in hospital.”

The ship’s doctor left and promised to return with a few items for Pieter including a penlight. Ian slumped back against the pillows in relief, gazing up at Pieter.

“Thank you. I don’t know how Michael would have handled that; waking up in a strange place.”

“That’s what friends for each other Ian.” Pieter said.

Ian felt the adrenaline rush begin to ebb and yawned widely. “Still you’ve pulled our butts out of the fire twice today, don’t think I won’t forget this.”

“No worries, Ian. Here,” Grant fluffed Ian’s pillows and pulled up the covers. “Get some sleep while you can.”

Pieter checked on Michael and turned off the light, leaving the door half open. He joined Grant in the living area and flopped down in a chair.

“What a disaster for them! To have this happen on their honeymoon.”

“I know poor guys. I’d better go find Debbie and Fred. He is going to be okay, right?”

“Yes, he should be. We’re probably being overly cautious but it that’s a good thing with head injuries. We can order room service when you get back, yes?”

“Yes, I’m starving. I’ll be back shortly.”

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Michael’s parents took the news calmly after Grant explained that Pieter and he would be staying with the newlyweds and that Dr. Piccoli was standing by to answer any questions.

Grant was delayed slightly as the news spread and people kept stopping him but he made it back just as Pieter was coming out of the bedroom. At Grant’s raised eyes, he smiled and kissed his lover.

“He’s resting quietly. Ian’s all wrapped around him. It makes examining him difficult but it’s quite a charming sight.”

“Good, as it appears the whole ship knows now.” Grant rubbed his nose against Pieter’s and patted his fanny.

“None of that, I’m on duty. Shall I call for lunch?” Pieter stepped back and reached for the phone.

“Please and you started it.”

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Michael was still sore and a bit cranky as he walked off the ship behind Ian. He’d had such plans for their short honeymoon and then had gone and ruined it by getting a concussion. He had spent the rest of the cruise in bed but not having fun. He hung his head and trudged behind his spouse feeling quite low when Ian stopped, turned and smiled at him.

The black silk scarf did add a certain panache to Ian’s jeans and T-shirt and Michael couldn’t help but answer that wide white smile.

“How are you doing, love?”

“I’m okay. I’m really-”

“No, don’t apologize. If you remember, I was the one who brought the whipped cream in there with us.”

“Whipped cream? Do tell?” Grant said with a grin from behind Michael. He’d been very kind and gentle, as only Grant could be while Michael was incapacitated; however it didn’t mean he would miss an opportunity to tease them.

“Grant! Where did you come from?”

“I’ve been right behind you this whole time. Now back to the whipped cream-. Pieter! Don’t!” Grant ducked from Pieter’s hand flicking at his ears.

Pieter dropped his hand and grinned himself. “Grant we’re going to spend six or more hours in the car with them. Wait until after we’ve got them trapped!”

Ian put an arm around Michael and mock whispered, “It’s not too late; we can walk can’t we?”

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Three hours later, Grant pulled off I-87 and into combination gas station quick market near Saratoga Springs. They’d made good time and despite the threats, the subject of whipped cream did not come up.

He got out quietly as Pieter nudged the occupants in the backseat awake. “We’ve stopped for gas and maybe lunch. Do you need to use the facilities?”

Ian nodded as he sat up and looked at Michael who blinked a few times before answering. “Yeah, that sounds good? Where are we?”

“Near Saratoga Springs.

“There’s a horse racing track here. We’re about halfway to New York then.” Michael unbuckled his seatbelt, opened his car door and got out, stretching and bending. Ian and Pieter also got out and the three went into the building.

Ian walked up to the counter and got the attention of the clerk, “Pardon me, do you have a restroom?”

“Pardon me?” The girl looked up at him with her mouth agape; Ian was a rather good looking man and she certainly appreciated the scenery.

“A restroom?” Ian repeated and then looked at Pieter for help. The clerk turned followed his gaze unable to believe her luck.

“Miss, do you have a public bathroom?” Michael asked, amused.

She turned towards him and goggled. “Oh my god. You’re Michael Phelps!” She fanned herself and got it together. “Yes, it’s in the back on your left.”

“Thanks.” Ian smiled charmingly and pulled at the back of Michael shirt to move him along. Once they got into the large clean men’s room, Pieter turned to Ian.

“Does that ever get old?”

“What, people recognizing him? It happens to me too.”

Michael shook off and zipped up. “Oh please. She was ‘he’s pretty, he’s pretty, oh look Michael Phelps.’ You guys get recognized because you’re attractive; I get recognized by my ears.”

Michael washed his hands and came over to wait for Ian to finish. Pieter grinned and slid his eyes at Ian.

“Michael, maybe you should get that operation.”

“Pieter, don’t even suggest it. His ears might be the source of his speed in the water.” Ian said with a chuckle.

“Don’t start with me, funny boy or you can stand there with your business hanging out for the rest of the day.”

Ian managed to look contrite and pouted in a way he knew Michael couldn’t resist. “Is this any way to treat your spouse?”

Michael relented and helped Ian zip and button his pants a moment later while Pieter snickered. They all walked out a moment later and stood for a moment considering the food options available when Grant walked up and then kept going when he spotted the restroom.

“Does anything look good to you?” Ian asked.

“No, but there’s a McDonald’s next door. I’m going to get a Big Mac and fries. Do you guys want anything?”

Ian considered putting on his coach hat and telling Michael not to get that crap but stopped himself; he wasn’t Michael’s coach right now. “I’ll take the largest salad they have with ranch dressing.”

“Michael, I’ll go with you once Grant is out. I don’t eat McDonalds often but I’m sure there’s something I’ll like. Shall we wait by the car? It’s cold in here.”

They went towards the front door, stopping to sign autographs for Tammy the star-struck clerk when Grant joined them. He also signed the paper and handed it back to the girl.

“Thanks so much. Congratulations on your wedding.” Tammy said as she held the piece of notebook paper reverently.

After a few minutes discussion, they decided to move the car and eat inside. They were all anxious to get to New York but no one wanted to eat in the car, least of all Grant.

They were back on the road a half hour later and despite a little rainstorm and some bad traffic in the city, made their way to the car rental office a few blocks from the Ship Terminal. Ian and Michael were doubly glad that Pieter and Grant had made the trip with them when it came time to move their luggage four times between the car rental and terminal parking lot.

“We should have stopped here first and moved the entire luggage over then dropped off the car.” Ian commented from the front passenger seat as Pieter got behind the wheel.

“Now you tell us!” Grant said from the back seat. “Where was this brilliant idea forty minutes ago?”

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Pieter flipped his turn signal and turned onto the street Ian had indicated. It was almost seven pm and conversation had died out an hour ago. They’d been in the car all day and everyone was eager to get out of the moving vehicle.

“It’s the one up there on the right. The big brown thing.”

“That’s-” Pieter stopped, unable to say something that wouldn’t be insulting in some way.

“You can say it. It’s rather ugly. Michael calls it ‘Vicky’s Horror House’ so we’re quite used to it however it’s very roomy inside.” As they turned into the driveway, Ian reached up with his good hand and pushed the button on the garage door.

Everyone sighed as the car came to a stop and sat for a moment. “Grant, Pieter thank you. I don’t know what we would have done without you.”

“Michael, we’ve said it before. This is what friends do for each other. Besides, aren’t you letting us stay with you next month?”

“I’m too tired to argue with you. Let’s go inside okay?”

Their exits from the SUV were much slower as they sorted through their bags. After a mini-squabble, Ian and Michael were allowed to carry one small bag each and they went in the house.

Ian immediately called for delivery from the local Chinese place and they all went upstairs. Michael and Ian’s bags were dropped off in their room before Pieter and Grant were led down to the in-law suite.

Michael nudged the door open and flipped on the light. “Here we go. This is the sitting area and behind those doors there’s a little kitchenette. The bathroom is right off the hall and this is the bedroom. I’m not sure if David and Christina changed the sheets or not but there are some here in the closet.”

“This is much better than a guest room, guys.” Grant commented as he sat on the king sized bed. “Do we get to keep the crib?”

“Only if that’s one of your kinks,” Ian quipped feeling much better now that they were home. “The food will probably take another half hour; shall we all freshen up and then meet downstairs?”

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The rest of the evening was uneventful but relaxing. They sprawled around the family room eating a variety of Chinese food and watching TV. The food was gone by nine and they were all ready to retire an hour later. Michael and Ian said good night to Grant and Pieter at the top of the stairs and went into their room with ice bags in tow.

“I can’t believe how tired I am from just sitting in a car all day. Maybe we should have flown to New York to spare us all.” Michael mused aloud as he helped Ian undress.

“We could have but we probably would have been stuck on standby.” Ian gave Michael a little peck on the mouth. “I’m just glad we’re home.”

“Me too.”

“Let’s skip taking a shower tonight and just go to bed. If we can’t do anything, I still want to hold you tonight.”

“Okay. I’m just glad we’re on the other side of the house from Grant and Pieter. Did you see the looks they were giving each other?”

“Yes. You know I’m actually glad we drove with them. It was good seeing them together, they make a good couple.” Ian said as he went into the bathroom. Michael followed and prepared their toothbrushes. After brushing and visiting the toilet, they crawled into bed and carefully cuddled up with each other and their ice bags.
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