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Anchors Aweigh

December 27, 2004 Rodger’s Forge, MD

Michael woke up alone the next morning and was a little put out. He’d wanted to wake up in Ian’s arms almost as much as he’d wanted to . . . Michael quickly shut down that line of thought. No use getting worked up if Ian wasn’t around to enjoy it.

He rolled over and looked at the clock as his nose picked up the scent of coffee. Ah, eight o’clock and he now knew where Ian was. He got up, pulled his comfy traveling outfit out of the otherwise empty drawer and hurried into bathroom, noticing that Ian’s bags were already gone.

After a shower, Michael checked his room once last time and packed the few remaining items. He stripped his bed (doing a quick check for any embarrassing stains), unplugged the electric blanket and tidied the bedspread. He took a deep breath and turned to leave the room.

He and Ian had not set a definite time to hit the road but Michael was happy to get an early start. After a detour to toss the sheets into the laundry room (2 points!), he sauntered into the kitchen.

Spotting Ian meditating over a cup of coffee, he cocked a hip out and exclaimed, 'Running around on me already, you hussy?”

Ian jumped a little and looked at him through the steam. “You expect me to resist the siren call of the magic elixir?”

“You could have woken me up at least.” Michael leaned down and laid his lips on Ian’s, stroking the taste of the coffee from his mouth. Without volition, Ian’s hand came up to rest on Michael’s waist.

“Good morning, Michael.” At the sound of Debbie’s voice, both men froze and Michael slowly withdrew his lips from Ian’s and stood up.

“Good morning, mom. Sorry I didn’t see you. Standing over there. In the corner. Where I couldn’t see you. Someone,” he glared at Ian, “really should have let me know you were there.”

Ian sniggered into his coffee, unrepentant. He had had his own rather embarrassing encounter with Debbie in the bathroom earlier so Michael was on his own.

Debbie just rolled her eyes and walked over to put a plate of chocolate chip pancakes on the table. “Sit down and eat.”

Michael hurriedly took a seat and reached for a fork. “Mom! You made pancakes for me?”

“Well, you only head off for college once. And leave some for Ian.” Debbie took her own seat after putting a plate of scrambled eggs and sausage down. They dug in. Well, Ian and Michael dug in and Debbie merely ate.

The conversation flowed and they lingered at the table until Michael caught sight of the clock. While he was enjoying watching his mother and Ian interact, they really needed to get on the road. Sighing, he pushed back from the table.

Ian, sensitive to the undercurrent, stood up and started clearing the table.

“Ian, stop that. I’ll take care of it after you two leave.” Debbie appreciated the gesture but Ian was a guest after all.

“Oh, well then. I guess I’ll load up the car and give you two a little time alone. Michael, do you have a bag?”

“What? Oh. Yeah, it’s by the front door.” Michael stood up and handed Ian his keys with a very pointed look. Ian took them with an innocent look of his own and grabbed a small cooler off the counter before exiting.

Twenty minutes later, Michael joined him in the car struggling a little with his emotions. Ian sat quietly, letting Michael get himself under control.

“Um, mom said to say bye to you.”

“Your mum is a really nice woman.”

“Funny, she said the same thing about you.”

“Your mum thinks I’m a nice woman?”

Michael rolled his eyes and weakly chuckled. “After what she saw this morning, I think she has no doubts.”

“It was early. I forgot where I was.” Ian turned red at the memory of Debbie walking him on him while he was in, uh, midstream, as it were. Thank god the toilet didn’t face the doorway.

Michael adjusted his mirrors and put the in in gear. “We won’t ever get there if we don’t get started, I guess.”

“As I’m just a passenger in this great adventure, I wasn’t going to say anything.”

Pulling out, Michael grinned. “It’s really bothering you that I won’t let you drive, isn’t it.”

“I’m a good driver. Where did you get the idea that I wasn’t?”

“Ian, you drive on the wrong side of the road.”

“On the contrary, it’s you Yanks who’ve got it wrong.”

They made really good time and by seven that evening, they were only a few minutes from Michael’s home. It hadn’t been a journey fraught with excitement but they’d had fun squabbling over music, commenting on the weird (to Ian) road signs and generally enjoying each other’s company.

Ian had made a game out of pointing out each Cadillac Deville and giving his estimate of the driver’s age. As those usually ranged from ‘Geezer’ to ‘Revived off His Death Bed’ Ian had quite a lot of ammo to work with. Michael had put off purchasing a second vehicle so he wouldn’t have to ferry both to Michigan but he’d been steadfast on his choice. That didn’t stop Ian from poking fun.

“Hey, I just realized there’s no food in the house. Do you want to pick something up and shop tomorrow or stop for groceries now?”

“Do you have any dishes at the house? No use grocery shopping unless you do.”

“Yeah, actually when mom and I were here for the closing, she helped me pick up a few things. Um. Do you know how to cook?”

“Yes, I do and your mum already warned me not to let you loose in the kitchen without supervision.”

“Gee, you burn a few things and the world suddenly doesn’t trust you.”

“It was toast, Michael.”

“Still!”

Shopping was a surprise. Ian methodically walked down every aisle, checking labels and comparing prices. Michael, relegated to mere cart pusher, was amused to watch him prodding bread loafs and deliberating over different cuts of meat. As Ian seemed to find some deep satisfaction in this task, Michael refrained from teasing him but it did give him yet another glimpse of the different aspects that shape the man.

The only cause for alarm was when they found themselves in front of the pharmacy.

“Um. Do we need . . .?”

“No, it’s covered.”

“Oh.” Michael quickly pushed the cart past the condom display and turned into the next aisle in relief.

Ian insisted on paying as a housewarming present (and because he really didn’t give Michael a choice.) They loaded the bags into the Escalade and Michael was pleased that he remembered the way to the house. Turning into the driveway he reached up and pressed a button on the garage opener.

As the door rolled up, the exterior lights came on and Ian’s got his first glimpse of the residence. The strong lines of the house stood out against night and loomed over them.

“Nice house.” Although Ian had seen the pictures Michael had taken, he was really surprised at how large the place was.

Michael smiled with pride. He’d hoped Ian would like it. They both got out of the car and headed into the house. After fiddling with the keypad inside the door, Michael turned off the alarm and activated the automatic house controls.

“You want to take a look around while I start unloading the car?”

“You don’t want me to help?”

“Nah. There’s not much. Go on.”

Ian wasn’t going to argue as he was eager to peek around. He knew Michael had bought the basic furnishings a month ago but hadn’t gone much beyond that.

He quickly passed the cherry cabinets and granite counters in the kitchen and wandered down past the empty dining room and into the large living room and found a big sectional covered in taupe chenille. As it was the only furniture in the room, it was rather overwhelming but it looked sinfully comfortable. The flat screen TV was mounted slightly above eye level across from the sofa, next to a wood burning fireplace.

Ian moved on and looked in the empty first floor bedroom and what appeared to be a study before mounting the stairs and exploring the second floor.

At the end of the hallway, he passed through a set of double doors and entered the expansive master suite. Again, the room was dominated by a single piece of furniture, a king sized low slung platform bed in an Asian style adorned by a burgundy raw silk duvet and cream colored sheets.

Impressed despite himself, Ian drifted into the master bath and stopped in shock. The room was clad in a variety of blue and green mosaic glass tiles. A deep and very long spa tub sat under a sea themed stained glass window beside a multi-headed steam shower. Two blue stained glass bowls were perched on a long counter under a softly lit double mirror. Thick white towels were neatly stacked on the counter and hung from the handy bars.

As he walked further into the room, he found the toilet and a bidet tucked behind a half wall. Noticing the room was rather warm for a house that had been shut up for month; he crouched down and felt the heat emanating from the floor.

Shaking his head in amusement that Michael had found an alternative to putting on his slippers, he stuck his head in the closet to admire the mahogany built in dressers and hanging spaces, the room already half filled with Michael’s wardrobe.

Ian had been a little worried about how much Michael had laid out for this house but he was relieved to find that Michael appeared to have gotten his money worth. Of course, his lover had been much more enthused about the garages but he was young and Ian would have to teach him to appreciate the finer aspects of life.

Trekking back to the kitchen, Ian found Michael contemplating the six-burner gas range with trepidation. Stepping in behind him, Ian slid his arms around Michael’s waist.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“But I’m hungry.”

“Well, then it’s time for your first cooking lesson.”

Ian quickly organized his ingredients and walked Michael through making a simple beef and veggie stir fry over instant rice. Happy with this limited success, they dished up and sat down at the breakfast bar.

“So, what do you think of the house?”

“I can’t believe you sent me thirty three pictures of an empty garage yet didn’t bother to take one snap of that bathroom?”

“Pretty cool, huh?”

“I’ll say. Actually, the whole place is pretty terrific.”

Michael flushed with delight at the compliment.

After dinner and tidying up, they moved into the living room, turned on the television and snuggled together in the couch. There was a brief struggle over the remote before Michael deferred to his guest. Ian clicked through several channels before discovering the onscreen guide and finding a Buffy rerun.

When Ian found himself yawning through one of his favorite scenes and Michael snoozing on his chest, he roused them up and led Michael upstairs, taking his luggage with them.

He undressed them both and took his lover into the bathroom. After adjusting the water temperature, he jostled a sleepy Michael into the stall. Treasuring the opportunity to pleasure the other man without interference, Ian slowly soaped him up and rinsed him, playing with the different shower settings.

As drowsy as Michael was, he certainly perked up when Ian leaned down and started sucking on his left nipple. Michael reached down and tried to pull Ian up for a kiss but the other man gently placed Michael’s arms over his head, exposing his sleek chest.

Giving Michael a glance, Ian bent back down and continued to lap at his previous target while plucking at the other nipple with his fingers, switching between the two and fully sensitizing the nickel sized buds eliciting tiny gasps from his companion.

Ignoring the stiff flesh jutting from both their groins the moment, Ian pulled Michael away from wall turned him around and plastered his own body along Michael’s back. Their similar heights allowed him to slide his penis between Michael’s legs and thrust, stimulating the act he’d been dreaming about.

Sliding his hand down Michael’s body, he began stroking Michael’sk ank and sucking on his neck.

Between the pulsing water skimming against his chest and Ian’s actions, Michael abruptly let loose spurting come onto the shower walls, his body vibrating and gasping for breath, collapsing against Ian, completely undone.

Gratified by the reaction to his lovemaking and willing to forgo his own release, Ian got them out of the shower and dried off before chivvying Michael into bed, folding the loose body again his.

“Ian?”

“Yes, Michael?”

“I want you to make love to me.”

“I thought I just did that.”

Michael lifted his head from its place on Ian’s chest and gazed into the other man’s eyes. “But you didn’t . . .” Michael slid his leg between Ian’s legs and rubbed it over Ian’s still rather firm erection.

“We don’t both have to come for me to enjoy it, Michael.”

“I heard you should be really relaxed for anal sex and I’m not going to get much more relaxed than this.”

“Michael!”

“What? If I’m going to do it, I better be able to say the words. And that is what we’ve been heading to, right? Besides I liked what you did last night with your finger. Don’t you want to?”

“I just don’t want you to feel like you have to reciprocate. I don’t want our relationship to be about that. And while we’re being frank, I’m rather worn out. I don’t want to ruin your first experience with going off like a jack rabbit and falling asleep on top of you.”

Michael eyed him dubiously, trying to make sure Ian wasn’t just trying to spare his feelings but Ian’s sincere gaze convinced him. He slid back down and lay silently for a moment.

“Ian?”

“Yes, Michael?”

“If you were all alone and aroused and a little tired, would you maybe relieve the situation yourself?”

Ian cast an incredulous look in Michael’s direction, not sure where this was going. “Probably.”

“Would you let me watch?” Michael looked at him hopefully and wiggled his eyebrows.”

“Good lord.” Ian said faintly. While Ian was much more experienced than Michael, the younger man truly outdid him for boldness. But Ian was intrigued by the idea.

“Would you like that?”

Michael snuggled up and nodded happily. “Uh huh.”

“Alright but I’ve never done this in front of anyone so no comments from the field.”

Ian squirmed around, searching for a comfortable spot and trying to get in the mood. Michael sat up and piled a few pillows behind him.

“Do you want me to get you some popcorn?” Ian asked wryly.

“Hey, if you’re going to do it, I want to see it all. Now, go on.”

A little sulkily, Ian started by running his hands over his chest, paying special attention to the skin around his nipples and across his abdomen, both areas that were very responsive. Casually he dipped one hand towards his cock, stopping short and spreading his fingers through his pubic hair.

Pressing his fingers down at the base of his cock, Ian slowly teased himself by skimming his hand up and down the length well aware of the avid gaze and stuttering breathing beside him. Finally he took himself in hand, stroking more firmly and circling down to fondle his scrotum. He caught his breath as his fingertips brushed against the delicate spot on the underside of his penis, right beneath head. Oh, yes. That was good.

Using both hands now, one on his cock and the other petting his balls, his hips rising and falling against the cool sheets. He was so close, tingles spreading through him, sweat rising on his body. Almost there.

Ian came, catching most of his sperm in his hand to spare the bed clothes. He was surprised when Michael’s head appeared and his lover started licking him clean, hand and all. Finishing his task, Michael crawled up Ian’s body and kissed him, sharing the taste.

“That was really beautiful, baby.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“I did and I even took notes for future reference.” Michael wagged his eyebrows.

Ian groaned and pushed Michael off. “You’re a sex maniac. Get away from me. I’m done in.”

Michael laughed and reassumed his previous position, arranging himself around Ian. “Oh you poor, poor old man. Do you need me to get you a Geritol? Viagra?”

“You’re not too big or too old for me to spank you, you know.” Ian threatened.

Michael froze for a second. “You know, I might actually like that. Can we try it sometime?”

Ian rolled them over, pinned Michael down and placed a finger against his lips. “Michael, I adore you but please shut up or you’re sleeping on the couch.”

Michael made the zipping his lips motion and curled his leg over Ian’s hip, not allowing him to roll back over.

“Oh, are you comfortable like this?”

Michael nodded enthusiastically. Sighing, Ian settled in and they both soon drifted off.

Descend

December 28, 2004 Ann Arbor, Michigan

Ian woke slowly; spooned up behind Michael with his leg in between the other man’s, his face in Michael’s nape. Although they’d both gotten up in the night to take care of certain necessities, they’d find each other across the wide mattress and snuggle back up when each returned.

It was a different experience for him; sleeping with someone through the night without eventually returning to his own side of the bed. In the past, he’d even woken up to find himself hugging the edge of the mattress as if his subconscious was urging him to escape.

But then, everything with Michael was different. He’d hung around with Michael that last night in Athens to avoid getting pulled into the orgy and because it was evident that Michael wasn’t quite ready for that scene.

Through the years, Ian had watched Michael. In the pool, the American was a formidable opponent but out of water, he’d been just this happy-go-lucky big-eared goofy kid. Until Ian had looked over at him that night and discovered this man staring back at him and that had changed everything.

Four months later and here he was. Waking up in Michael’s bed. It seemed inevitable now but it wasn’t quite where he’d intended be.

Of course, he hadn’t really thought about his intentions back in Athens. He’d halfway expected that they’d would call back and forth a few times but Michael would be overwhelmed by the attention, his schedule, the spotlight and soon move on to more convenient options.

Clearly Michael had had his own agenda and through the calls, emails and silly presents had clearly made his intentions known and had reeled Ian in with the same diligence and attention he showed in his training regime.

Ian had never been wooed and courted before but he suddenly realized that that was what Michael had been doing all along. Huh.

“You’re thinking pretty loudly back there.”

“Oh, good morning Michael. I didn’t realize you were awake.”

“Only for a couple minutes.” Michael turned over and looked at Ian. “Did you sleep well?”

“Um, yes.” Ian leaned over to kiss Michael but quickly pulled back. He really hated morning breath. His own and anyone else’s.

Michael started snickering, well aware of Ian’s fastidious nature. Ian plinked him on the forehead and rolled out of bed. “I’ll be right back.”

Michael followed him into the bathroom, heading over to the toilet. When they’d both finished their business they switched places, easily sharing the space. They met in front of the sinks and shared a simple kiss. Ian ending it by blowing a raspberry against Michael’s cheek.

“Ian!” Michael said as he pushed the other man away.

“Maybe you’ll think twice about laughing me the next time.” Ian opened the shower door and turned on the water.

“I wasn’t laughing at you, I was laughing with you. Really.” Michael slid in the cubicle, handed Ian the soap and reached for the shampoo.

“Funny, I don’t recall laughing at that particular moment.” They slid around each other, swapping places in and out of the water.

“I’m sure you were laughing on the inside.” They dried off and grabbed clothes, dressing quickly.

“Are you as starved as I am?”

“Yep.”

“Ah, figures that the only thing that would take your mind off sex is food.”

“At least I’m predictable.”

**
Ian walked Michael through making cheese omelets while taking care of the bacon, potatoes, toast and coffee. Sure, Ian had done most of the work but Michael was not ready to handle more than one course at a time.

Once they were finished, they sat at the breakfast bar over their coffee (Ian) and juice (Michael), discussing their plans for the day.

Michael had gotten guest passes to the university pool for Ian and they both wanted to put in a little training time. Michael also needed to buy his books and pick up a few things for his classes so they decided to head for the U of M campus first and see from there.

On the way, Michael brought up a subject that they hadn’t really discussed and both had been avoiding but neither one of them was exactly low-profile.

“Um. If people recognize you, what do you want me to say?”

Ian pondered for a moment. “Well, I’d like for you to say, ‘and this is my boyfriend, Ian’ but are we ready to go there?”

“If we were going there, I’d like to tell Bob, the management and my sponsors first.”

“And I’d need to do the same. In a perfect world, no one would care but this isn’t a perfect world.”

“Okay, so you’re just my friend, Ian. Dropping in for a visit?”

“We are friends. Whatever else there is between us is no one’s business unless we choose to make it their business. Until then, they can crank off.”

“Okay, I can live with that.”

They both realized the matter wasn’t settled but they’d just have to take it one day at a time.

**
If either one was worried about being seen as ‘just friends’ in public it wasn’t an issue once they got to the Natatorium. They each had their own routine to follow and barely acknowledged one another.

Ian finished his warm up first and chose lane three for his swim. Michael followed twenty minutes later and chose lane six. This wasn’t to avoid being seen together, it was only so they wouldn’t inadvertently fall into competition and push each other too hard.

After an hour, Ian was finished but he knew Michael had at least another hour to go. No matter, Ian was more than able to amuse himself and there was a weight room near by.

He swam over to the ladder, pulled himself out and automatically adjusted his Speedo. He found his clogs and towel, taking a moment to dry himself off and check on Michael before heading for the changing room.

The weight room was a little too crowded so Ian found a quiet corner and started doing his own combination of yoga-like stretches. He hadn’t been in the pool for four days and he was enjoying the slight euphoric sensation he always got after a good work out.

He checked his watch after showering and realized there was still a half an hour to kill. He made himself comfortable on the bleachers near the pool and got out his Palm Pilot to check for messages and reply to a few emails.

When he next looked up, Michael was missing from the pool and he wasn’t on the deck so Ian figured he was in the shower and they’d been going shortly. Ian put away the device and just sat enjoying the weak sunlight coming through the windows.

Michael, leaving the darkened hall from the shower, was a little dazzled by the sudden change in light levels and even more dazzled by the picture Ian made slung along the bleachers and soaking up the sun.

He quickly controlled himself and managed to stroll casually over to his lover. He put his foot out and kicked the bottom of Ian’s shoe.

“Hey.”

Startled, Ian lazily blinked up at him before slowly smiling and sitting up.

“Were you sleeping?”

“Just a little cat nap.” Ian gathered up his bag and coat and stood up. “Ready to go?”

“Yep. Now I just have to remember how to get to the bookstore. You want to do lunch after?” They headed for the exit, struggling to put on their coats.

“Are you sure you won’t faint from hunger before that?”

“Ha. Just for that you get to pay for lunch.” Michael held the door open for Ian and waved him through.

“I’ll have to call my banker and apply for a loan first.”

“I’m going to order two desserts in that case.”

They bickered their way through the walk, giving Ian a chance to see the campus instead of driving. Once at the bookstore, Ian took charge of the shopping basket and trailed the other man around, letting Michael keep his hands free.

After wincing at the total, Michael pulled out a credit card to pay for his supplies and realized that Ian had gone missing. He reappeared with a thick ‘Club Wolverine’ sweatshirt.

Ian put the sweatshirt down on the counter, pulled out his own credit card and avoided Michael’s questioning glance. They walked out of the store and redistributed the shopping bags around so they’d be carrying equal load, Ian keeping possession of the sweatshirt.

“What? I didn’t pack enough warm clothing. Stop giving me that look.”

Michael just grinned and let it slide.

&&
They spent the next few hours tooling around town, giving Michael a chance to learn his way around. As snow was in the forecast for that night, they decided to make another stop for groceries and maybe find some wood for the fireplace just in case.

Michael, used to the total shut down that snow brought in Baltimore, was a little wary of the weather and wanted to play it safe.

They pulled up at the house just as the skies were darkening and a few flakes started falling. They efficiently unloaded the groceries and Ian set Michael to work on peeling potatoes and carrots. He browned a large cut of meat, talking through the steps for Michael’s benefit; then put everything in a roasting dish and placed it in the oven.

After pouring him a glass of wine, Ian found Michael in the living room carefully stacking wood in the fireplace.

“Dinner will be ready in a couple of hours.” Ian took a spot in the corner of the couch, kicked his shoes off and stretched out, “Are you going to light that now?”

“Nah, I’ll wait. Just want to be prepared.”

“Do you really think we’ll lose power?”

“I’m not sure. They’re used to it here but after Mom, Whitney and I spent a week without power a few years back . . .”

Michael brushed his hands off, closed the glass doors and joined Ian on the couch, curling up with his head in other man’s lap. Ian immediately switched his glass over to his other hand and combed his fingers through Michael’s hair.

“I’ll defer to your experience on this. We don’t get a lot of snow in Sydney.”

“You want to watch TV or maybe play a game?”

“Mind if I try to catch the news?”

Michael reached back behind him, pulled the remote out and handed it to Ian. “Knock yourself out.”

Ian switched on the television and clicked through until he found CNN. Stuck with a glass in one hand and the remote in the other, he shrugged, placed the remote in the curve of Michael’s hip and put his hand back in Michael’s hair.

“Am I your end table now?”

“I’ve only got two hands. You really need a sofa table or a coffee table or something.”

“Okay. Want to go get one or the other or both tomorrow? While we’re at it, I can get a washer and dryer.”

“Sure.”

“Cool.” Michael yawned and rubbed his face on Ian’s leg. Um. Maybe a little nap. The feeling of Ian’s fingers in his hair was so relaxing.

Ian was happy to be Michael’s pillow. He knew that Michael had noticed he’d been a little preoccupied throughout the day but the younger man hadn’t pushed.

Ian still wasn’t sure how he’d totally missed the whole courtship ritual he’d been subjected to. Then again, he’d normally been the one doing the courting but he’d never staged quite so extensive a campaign.

The funny thing was that Ian was pretty sure that Michael’s actions weren’t really part of a campaign. He just didn’t see Michael sitting down and plotting something like this. No. Michael wasn’t the type.

But Ian now knew Michael well enough to know how freakishly the man’s brain worked. It wasn’t a matter of planning, it was Michael setting a goal and instinctively knowing how to get there. It was part of what made him such formidable swimmer.

Ian wasn’t sure if he should be flattered or frightened to have that fanatical mind focused on him. It was hard to figure out what Michael had charted for them next. And maybe that was what was bothering Ian the most, realizing that their relationship was in Michael’s hands.

Ian had spent the day ruminating over that and after thinking it over, he decided to sit back and see what came next.

%%

“Michael? Michael.” Ian nudged the other man.

“What?”

“Oh, I thought you were sleeping.”

“I was until you started squirming around a couple of minutes ago.”

“I have to pee.”

Michael sat up quickly. “Oh. Sorry.”

Ian refrained from answering as he dashed to the downstairs powder room. Between Michael’s head sitting on his bladder for the last half hour, the numerous servings of liquid he’s had during the day and the way Michael’s exhalations had been drifting over his groin, Ian knew this was going to take a minute.

Michael went upstairs to use the toilet, brush his teeth and wash the sleepies out of his eyes. When he came back down, he noticed the powder room door was still closed.

He knocked gently. “You okay in there?”

“Yes. Would you set the table, err, breakfast bar? The oven timer went off a minute ago.”

“Alright. You want me to take the pot out?”

“Just turn the oven off.”

“Okay.”

Ian joined him after a couple of minutes and took the dish out of the oven. He removed the meat and vegetables and made gravy in the pan, Michael watching over his shoulder in fascination.

“Wow that was so cool. I always thought you just bought a packet or a bottle to have gravy.”

Ian shook his head. “Did you never watch your mum cook?”

“Nah. Mostly I was too busy, you know, actually eating to pay attention.”

Ian dished up their food and started around the counter to take a seat when Michael took hold of his arm.

“Wait.”

“What?” Ian looked over Michael’s shoulder to the eating area. “Did we forget something?”

“Yes, we sure did.” Michael slid his arms around Ian’s waist, leaned over, placed his lips on Ian’s and slid his tongue inside to stroke, lick and nibble. Ian’s hands fell to Michael’s hips, pulling them together.

A minute later, Michael pulled back. “I forgot to kiss you.”

Michael stepped back and sat down. “Ian? Aren’t you hungry?”

Ian, rather dazed, shook his head to clear it and discreetly adjusted himself before taking his own seat. “Ahem. It looks like there are a couple of inches of snow out there already.” He picked up his fork and magnanimously ignored Michael’s smug grin.

“Hey, you want to help me break in the tub after dinner?”

Ian, who was just about to take a bite, watched the food on his fork fall back onto his plate. He moved his plate to the side and put his head down, forehead on the surface. “You really enjoy doing this to me, don’t you?”

“I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not.”

“Okay, I’m not.”

Ian rolled his head and pinned Michael with one eye. “If I agree to take a bath with you, will you let me eat in peace?”

“I’m not stopping you from eating, Ian.” Michael looked as if butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.

Ian sat back up and after another discreet adjustment, picked his fork back up.

“This is really delicious, Ian. Thank you for making dinner.”

Arching his eyebrows in suspicion, Ian accepted the compliment and Michael behaved himself through the rest of the meal.

When they’d finished, Ian stood up and with great dignity announced, “I’m going to go draw our bath,” before walking out of the room.

“And I guess I’m on kitchen duty.” Michael shrugged and started cleaning. He scrubbed the pan Ian had made dinner in and then loaded the dishwasher. After determining that it wasn’t full enough to run yet, Michael got the broom and swept up a few crumbs that had been hanging about.

He was just about to reach for the stuff his mom said was good for kitchen cabinets when he realized he’d been stalling.

He really hadn’t meant to tease Ian. And it wasn’t like he wasn’t planning on following through but it was a little cruel. Michael didn’t like hurting people and he really didn’t like hurting Ian.

He trudged through the living room, down the hall and up the stairs trying to formulate his apology.

He took a deep breath and opened the master bedroom door. The lights were turned down low and he could hear the jets of the spa tub running.

“Ian?”

The tall blonde nude man appeared in the bathroom door way, softly backlight by flickering candles. Michael gulped.

“There you are, Michael. What took you so long?” Ian’s voice seemed to vibrate through Michael.

“Um. Oh.” All the thoughts in Michael’s head had jumped out, grabbed his car keys and were driving off to Albuquerque. Or somewhere.

Ian smiled sensuously and walked towards Michael. He reached out and began removing Michael’s clothes, pausing every so often to caress and stroke.

Once the clothes were gone, he took Michael’s hand and towed his willing victim into the bathroom. He carefully arranged Michael in the tub before getting in himself. Ian straddled Michael’s lap, rose up on his knees, took up a cloth and began to wash his stunned lover.

The candles, the muted sounds of music over the bubbling jets and the presence of man in front of him all combined to overwhelm Michael. “Ian?” he whispered, barely able to speak.

Ian swooped down and took Michael’s lips in a masterful kiss. “Hush, love. Don’t worry; I’ll take care of you.”

Michael yielded to Ian’s command, allowing the other man to bathe him, rinse him and assist him from the tub to be patted dry. Ian led him into the bedroom and arranged him onto the bed, climbing in after him and settled his hips in between Michael’s.

After another consuming kiss, Ian raised his head. “Do you still want me to make love to you?”

Michael nodded silently and then managed to say, “Yes, please.”

Ian took a pillow from beside Michael’s head, lifted the other man’s hips and inserted the pillow beneath them. There were more comfortable positions for a virgin, but Ian wanted to see Michael’s eyes as he took him.

Using more lube than he normally would, Ian carefully inserted a finger into Michael’s anus, letting him get used to the feeling before slowly preparing him for penetration. Knowing that Michael was close to losing control, Ian avoided his prostate and cock to string tiny kisses over Michael’s hipbone and suck on his tattoo.

Ian quickly rolled a condom on and eased back in between Michael’s spread legs. He leaned down and licked over Michael’s earlobe.

“I need to love you now; do you want me to love you?”

Michael slid his arms around Ian’s waist and gripped Ian’s firm ass. “If you don’t, I think I’ll die.”

Ian stared into Michael’s eyes as he guided himself in, deliberately pausing at Michael’s involuntary wince of pain, giving the tight passage time to relax. He slid fully in and captured Michael’s mouth with his.

“Okay, love?”

“Uh. Yes. Please.” Michael’s arms tightened around Ian, his legs coming up to twine around Ian’s waist.

At first, Ian’s thrusts were gentle but soon they were rocking against each other, Ian changing his angle until he was brushing Michael’s prostate with every stroke.

Ian braced himself on one forearm and slid his hand between their bodies to stroke Michael’s penis. That was all that was needed to send Michael over edge, his cock spraying come onto their chests and abdomens.

Ian thrust a couple of more times and then found his own release, collapsing on top of Michael and burying his head in Michael’s neck as Michael’s legs fell back onto the bed.

All too soon for Michael, Ian kissed his nose and eased away, using one hand to hold the condom. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.

“I don’t think I can.”

“Did I hurt you?” Ian asked anxiously.

Michael shook his head slowly. “Nuh uh. I just really buzzed.”

Ian went into the bathroom amazed as always how Michael reacted to an orgasm. He disposed of the condom, wiped himself down and came back into the bedroom with two towels; one damp, one dry. He cleaned up his lover and threw the towels in the hamper before getting back in bed.

Drawing Michael into his arms, he looked down at his lover. “You’re purring.”

“And it’s all because of you.”

Ian reached up and turned off the light. “Good night, love.”
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