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The Sweet Life	By : jai Category: Individual Celebrities > Athlete/Sports Misc Views: 8241 -:- 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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September 5, 2009 Philadelphia PA

Michael sighed as he lowered himself on Ian’s cock, tilting his head back and feeling the slight burning sensation. He squirmed a little, causing Ian to gasp and looked down at his spouse with a grin.

“Okay, Ian?”

Ian grinned back and slid his legs up until his feet were flat and gave a little bounce with his hips. “Feels great, love but would you move please?”

“Bossy man.” Michael said fondly as he bent at the waist and kissed Ian. He raised and lowered his hips a few times in a teasing manner but he quickly got down to business. It wasn’t the most romantic love making session they’d ever had but this was the first time they’d managed to have anal sex since the accident and neither was in the mood to linger.

Two minutes later, Michael swung his leg over and lay down next to Ian. He removed the condoms from both of them and disposed of them before lying on his side to look at Ian, resting a hand on Ian’s stomach.

“Not one of our better efforts, was it?” Ian said quietly

“No but it’ll get better and we’ll soon be back to normal. It was still nice.”

“Yes it was.” Ian picked up Michael’s hand and kissed his finger tips. “But I was beginning to think that marriage had ruined our sex life.”

“Well it’s too late, you’re stuck with me.”

“Stuck on you is more like it.”

They both looked up at a knock on the door and Michael pulled the sheet over them before granting entry. Pieter stuck his head in and peeked around the door.

“Good morning, Grant and I are going to walk down to the Farmer’s Market. We just wanted to let you know where we went.”

Ian looked at Michael who turned back to Pieter. “Do you mind if we tag along? It’ll take us twenty minutes to get ready to go.”

“Of course not. We’ll be waiting out on the front steps; it’s very nice outside this morning.”

Eighteen minutes later, Michael and Ian walked out the front door with Michael’s backpack and two tote bags to find Pieter and Grant lounging on the front steps.

Grant rose and pulled Pieter up. “There you are. What’s this Farmer’s Market like?”

Michael and Ian looked a bit embarrassed and Michael confessed as they started walking that they hadn’t had a chance to visit it yet.

“Why not? You’ve lived here three months and you two like walking, it’s less than a mile from here.”

“Between summer classes and the wedding planning, we haven’t really looked around. Huh.” Michael paused. “You know, that’s how I met all of our neighbors in Ann Arbor. Maybe that’s why we haven’t really met anyone.”

“We’ve met the woman who lives next door but only once, when she accepted a flower delivery.” Ian said and then asked Michael, “What was her name?”

“Bettina something; the kids were Michael and Lynette. I haven’t seen them much but they’ve probably been at the beach.”

“What beach?” Pieter asked.

“Either the Jersey Shore or the Delaware beaches; maybe even Ocean City in Maryland. Some people take their kids down for the entire summer if they’ve got a house down there. It’s only a couple of hours away depending on traffic. There’s not much surfing but we could go down for a weekend.”

“Is it open year round?” Ian wanted to know.

“Yes but it’s a lot less crowded after this weekend. The season ends on Labor Day and its kind of neat being down there in the winter.”

“Are there any parks around here? We both like this area although we haven’t seen much.” Pieter held is his hand. “No don’t apologize, neither of you has been up to playing tourist with us nor you offered to let us borrow a car. We’ve been happy to have a few days of rest.”

“We’re only a few blocks from Wissahickon and there’s a city park further down the hill.” Michael answered. “We kept saying we’d get around to checking them out and I’ve driven by both but we haven’t had time.”

They made it out to Germantown Avenue and turned to the left, Michael and Ian walking in front.

“How was house hunting here?” Grant asked.

“We can give you our agent’s number; he was quite easy to work with once he got over the pool thing. We had a little trouble because we wanted a house big enough for visitors. With Michael’s family right down the road, we wanted the room. We’ve been down there a few times but aside from right before the wedding, no one’s been up here yet.”

“Mom told me that no one visited because they didn’t want to just pop in on us and she reminded me that we have cousins here. One of Ryan’s nephews lives down in Chester County. We’ve been sort of dumb about all this haven’t we? They were waiting for invitations.”

“That explains it. Which one of your cousins lives here?”

“Bill and Carol, he works for an insurance company; she’s a bank teller. They don’t have any kids.” At Ian’s blank look, Michael continued. “He’s the golfer and she’s kind of quiet.”

“Ah, I think I remember them now. They seemed nice.”

Pieter stopped to look in a shop window and Grant circled around to pull him forward. “We can window shop on the way back, Pieter.”

“But there were books in there!”

“Do you want to carry books down and back up the hill? We’ll stop on the way back, I promise.”

Ian glanced over his shoulder with a faint grin and said to Michael, “Shall we leave them alone?”

“No but we can ditch them on the way back.” Michael suggested and took Ian’s hand. At Ian’s look he shrugged. “We’re married.”

“So we are.” Ian squeezed Michael’s hand.

&&

The market was crowded and busy with shoppers. The two couples split up to look around and Ian was stunned to find a sushi place he’d overlooked. After ten agonizing minutes, he finally chose several varieties to take home and put them in his tote bag. Michael had left a few minutes earlier to check the seafood vendor so Ian wandered over there only to find no sign of Michael.

He walked a bit further to find Michael over by one of the exits. The local SPCA had set up in a vacant corner and there were several pets on display including eight or nine dogs. After observing or a moment, he joined Michael who was kneeling beside a medium sized black and white dog talking to one of the volunteers.

“-we think he’s a McNab Terrier with some shepherd, retriever or collie mixed in. He’s a great dog, very friendly and good with kids, other dogs and cats.”

“How old is he?” Michael asked as the dog calmly accepted the petting aside from wagging his tail.

“A year, maybe two. He was a stray but we’ve had him in a foster home for three months. He’s very trainable, doesn’t bark excessively, housebroken and he’s not a chewer. We’re hoping to place him in an active home or one with a big yard. He loves to play and liked taking runs with his foster mom.”

After Tiny’s untimely demise, Ian been resistant to getting another dog and Michael had been very understanding. When Ian saw the look on Michael’s face as the dog rolled over for a belly scratch, he knew he couldn’t resist any longer.

“What’s his name?” Ian asked as he crouched down to take a closer look at the animal.

“Oh, hey Ian. This is Gizmo and the shy little girl there is his sister Gadget.”

Ian looked over to see another dog under the table. Ian whistled softly bothboth dogs’ ears perked up. “Gadget, come here girl.” The female dog got up and shyly approached Ian. She must have found something about him she liked because she immediately rolled over for a belly scratch.

“I think she likes you, she’s usually pretty shy with strangers.” The volunteer commented. “Are you looking for a dog?”

Michael looked at Ian who looked down at the dogs. “I think we’re looking for two.”

“Re?” M?” Michael said with astonishment.

“Yes, really.”

“Oh wow!”

“Well now that we have a fenced yard and I have more time, we can take care of them properly. I didn’t want us to get a dog only to leave it alone all day.” Ian stood up and Gadget fell in to a heel position behind him, straining at the leash tied to the table. Ian looked down in surprise and then glanced at the volunteer.

“Both dogs have had some training but I’ve never seen her do that before. Are you serious about taking both of them?”

“Yes. What kind of paperwork do we need to fill out? And you’ll do a house visit, I presume.” Ian moved closer to the table so Gadget could get some slack on her leash.

“Oh, yes. Hang on a minute and I’ll get the forms.” The woman said before dashing off.

“Ian, are you sure? About getting both of them?”

“Of course. How could we choose between them? They’ve been raised together haven’t they?”

Michael stood and took Ian’s hand. “I’m so excited!”

The volunteer came back and other than an eye flick towards their hands, made no comment as she handed them the clipboard and a pen.

Twenty minutes later, Pieter and Grant found them as the volunteer, Abby Roberts, had just finished talking them into taking the big gray cat that had been fostered with the dogs.

“Excellent. I’ll be by tomorrow for the visit and if all goes well, you can pick up the animals next Saturday.”

“Can we stop in to play and visit them? I don’t want them thinking we’ve abandoned them?” Michael asked as he gave the cat a chin scratch.

“Of course, they’re all at the shelter now; our address and hours are the copies I gave you.”

After twenty more minutes of petting the dogs and cat, Ian and Michael knew they had to leave. They gave each animal one last pat and walked away quickly.

Once they were outside, Ian turned to Pieter and Grant. “Go on and say it.”

“Say what? Cute dogs? Pretty kitty?” Pieter asked.

“Really, like we’d pick on you for this when there are so many easier shots we can take?” Grant added.

&&
September 7, 2009 Philadelphia

Grant closed the back door behind him and waved at Ian and Michael before turning to follow Pieter into the airport. Michael pulled out slowly and merged into traffic.

“It was fun having them here, wasn’t it?”

“Yes it was. Hard to believe we’re starting classes again tomorrow.”

“I know. At least the fall semester is going to be much easier than the summer session.”

“I enjoyed the Russian immersion class but it was a time suck. I have a great idea, love. Let’s go see the animals and afterwards we can make dinner and go up to bed early.”

“How early?”

“How long do you think it will take me to lick down your back and up your front?”

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September 22, 2009

Ian walked down front steps and picked up his spare house key, slipping it in the zipper pocket of his jogging shorts. He and Michael were busy with school and his training but without the additional stress of wedding planning, they were spending more time with each other.

He reached for the leashes and saw Gadget who was sprawled out in front of the door raise her head and start to wag her tail.

“Yes girl, we’re going for a walk.”

The dog sprang up and came dancing over to get her leash clipped on. She’d learned that the leash meant a nice walk or maybe even a run although Ian wasn’t sure who was training whom.

He whistled which brought Gizmo running from the sun room. Gizmo accepted the leash and Ian opened the door, walking out behind them. The dogs obeyed both of them but Gizmo was clearly Michael’s dog just as Gadget was his.

They walked out to Germantown Avenue and crossed the street, heading towards Pastorius Park. It wasn’t a long walk and the dogs had fun in the off leash area chasing after sticks but Ian felt his calves burn a little on the way home.

He’d been out of the pool for months and had been neglecting his physical condition. Things weren’t dire by any means, he still had his figure but he knew he’d better start doing something. That gave him idea and he was happy to see that Michael was home as he led the dogs into the kitchen door.

“Hello love.” Ian said after Michael greeted the dogs.

“Hi baby. Did you guys have a good walk?”

“Yes. And I came up with something I want to run by you. Would you mind of I trained with you a couple of days a week?”

“Train?”

“No worries, I’m not going back to competing but I’m losing muscle tone and my energy levels arwn. wn. I feel pudgy.”

Michael tilted his head and looked him over. “Raise your shirt for a minute?”

Ian pulled up the hem and Michael caressed and rubbed his still taut torso.

“You look great to me but if you want to hit the pool with me I’m okay with it.” Michael kissed Ian’s cheek and then turned back to the pot on the stove.

“Uh Michael?”

“Yes baby?”

“You want come back over here and take care of this?”

“Huh?” Michael glanced over and saw the noticeable bulge in Ian’s loose pants. “Oh, did I do that?” He tried to look innocent but the way his eyes were glued to Ian’s groin gave him away.

“Michael love. Can whatever you’re making be left for a while?”

Without a word, Michael reached over and turned the burner under the pot down and put the cover on. He slowly walked over to Ian and traced over the bulge with one finger.

“What’s in it for me?”

Ian grabbed Michael’s hand by the wrist and whipped it around until it was behind Michael’s back. He used his leverage to pull Michael tight against his body. “Are you teasing me?”

“What if I am?” Michael answered with a sneer.

“You’re playing with fire, Michael.” Ian warned, his voice deepening.

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?” Mil nul nudged his groin against Ian’s with a little bump and grind motion.

Ian responded by taking Michael’s lips in a masterful kiss and capturing those wicked hips in his hands. Michael moaned and wound his arms around Ian’s neck, tryio geo get closer.

Pulling his mouth away with difficulty Michael gasped out, “Floor hard. Couch.”

Ian nodded as his mouth attacked Michael’s throat and began shuffling them towards the family room. Ian’s shirt ended up on the kitchen floor, Michael’s over the arched glass door of the family room. Ian pulled Michael’s jeans and boxed down just enough to bare his groin before pushing him down on the couch.

Standing over him with sultry look, Ian removed his own pants and underwear, dropping them carelessly on the floor before stepping forward and pushing Michael’s knees apart.

Michael watched the show with breathless fascination, reaching down to stroke himself at the sight.

“None of that.” Ian chided as he lowered himself onto Michael. He captured Michael’s hands in his and held them. “That belongs to me now.”

Michael gave him a stubborn look and stuck his lip out. “Prove it.”

Ian smiled wickedly and began to rub his rigid cock against Michael abs. His position allowed him to not only pleasure himself but he made sure only to brush against Michael’s own cock which didn’t give Michael any stimulus.

“Ian!” Michael moaned when he realized where this was going. Between his half removed jeans trapping his legs together and Ian’s weight, he could barely move.

“See, this is what happens when you tease me.”

“I promise I’ll never tease again.”

Ian stopped moving and quirked his brow, looking down at Michael. “How am I supposed to believe that?”

“Because you love me?” Michael said in a hopeful voice, trying to look pathetic.

“And?” Ian said patiently.

“Because I love you?” Michael started revving up the puppy dog eyes and Ian’s defenses collapsed.

“Good enough.” He inched down and began moving again, his mouth gravitating to the spot under Michael’s ear. Their cocks were in perfect alignment and it didn’t take long for first Ian then Michael to come. Between the sweat and the semen they were a bit messy but neither took any notice as they rested.

Michael nuzzled Ian’s shoulder and hugged him close. “I hate to move but I’m losing circulation in my legs.”

“Sorry love. Hang on.” Ian levered up and snagged his briefs, wiping up the mess between before getting to his feet and pulling Michael up. He helped Michael get out of his pants and boxers and they both padded into the downstairs bathroom to clean up a little more.

“Oh hell.” Michael said, dropping the washcloth he was using and dashing into the kitchen. Ian followed and discovered Michael looking into the pot on the stove with an expression of relief.

“Did it burn?”

“No, its fine but I forgot all about it.”

“Good but would you mind stepping back from the stove? You’re endangering some of my favorite bits over there.”

Michael looked down and immediately put the spoon down and stepped back. “Sorry, forgot I was naked. I guess I’d better go upstairs and put some clothes on before tackling the bacon.”

“Please. Why don’t you turn it off and go do that. I’ll find our clothes and I’ll be right there. What are you making by the way?”

“I stopped at the Market on the way home; that’s potato soap from Cosmic in the pot and I was going to make bacon dressing to go with the spinach I bought. See you upstairs.” Michael turned the burner off and left the room after bussing Ian’s cheek.

Ian’s stomach grumbled at the mention of food so he quickly tracked down their discarded clothes before going upstairs. Michael was already out of the shower and pulling on a pair of sweats when Ian walked in and stopped at the sight of the big gray lump sleeping on his side of the bed.

“Was he in here?” If the dogs had adopted them, Flannel the cat had assumed ownership of the house and made himself comfortable anywhere he pleased.

“Huh?” Michael finished pulling his sweatshirt over his head and followed Ian’s gaze. “You mean Flan? Yeah he was right there.”

“How does he keep getting in here and why does he always sleep on my side of the bed.”

“Did you close the door when you left?”

“Yes.”

“It was open when I came up the stairs. Maybe he can open the door. And he’s sleeping there because you don’t want him to. It’s what cats do.”

Ian grouched a bit and walked into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and swished off quickly before toweling dry and returning to the bedroom. Michael and the cat were gone so Ian dressed in record time and went to join them.

The animals were lined up and watching Michael’s every move he measured out their food and set their bowls on the floor.

“Do you need help with dinner?”

“Sure. You want spinach or bacon?”

“Spinach. Hand me the water dishes and I’ll wash and refill them before I start.”

“Okay.”

They worked well together and after dinner, they went in the family room to watch TV with the cat sitting on the back of the couch and the dogs sprawled out under the coffee table.

Michael reached over to the chair and snagged the throw. “You want part of the blanket?”

“Yes please. It’s getting a bit chilly in here.”

After the blanket was arranged to their liking, Ian put his arm around Michael’s shoulders and cuddled up, contented in all ways.
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