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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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December 11, 2009 Philadelphia, PA

Ian kicked off his slippers and quickly got under the covers. He’d turned the electric blanket on when he got home from class at five so the sheets were nice and toasty. It had been a long cold week despite the extra day off on Monday and it felt good to get into bed knowing he could sleep in the next morning.

He picked up his novel and his glasses and settled down to read. The cat jumped up on his lap and he absently began petting the animal as he shifted the book to accommodate the pushy beast. The dryer buzzed in the hallway and he heard Grant come out of his room to remove his clothes. Ian smiled as he remembered Michael’s first response to Grant’s desire to do his own laundry and the conversation that followed.

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5:00 pm Monday December 7 2009

Sunday’s freezing rain had turned to ice over night essentially shutting down the city as the roads became skating rinks. Stuck at home, the Thorpe-Phelps household occupied themselves catching up on class work in front of the fireplace in the family room.

Ian read through the backlog of recommended articles and began working on his thesis research. Michael studied for a test in his biomedical unit and looked over his patient management files. Grant took over the coffee table for his reams of data and punched numbers into his laptop, with Flannel assisting by lying on whichever pile of papers Grant needed next.

They kept the TV on and aside from a break to watch The Price is Right, they worked steadily until one pm when Michael put aside his books and went to make lunch. That seemed to be the signal to pack away their various projects and after eating, they vegged out on the couch to watch a few of the shows they’d TIVO-ed.

By four, they were getting hungry again so they all went into the kitchen. Grant didn’t cook but he was capable of chopping and washing while Ian and Michael put the rest of their simple stir fry and salad together.

It started over dinner with a simple question posed by Michael.

“Hey Grant, do you have any laundry?”

“I do have a couple of loads, do you mind if I do mine tomorrow since I’m not going to New York this week?”

Michael stiffened slightly. “Uh, it’s no problem to throw your stuff in with ours.”

“Nonsense. I may not cook but I can certainly do my own laundry, I’ve been doing since I was a teenager; unlike certain people.” Grant said as he shot a smirk at Ian.

“Really, it’s not a big deal and it’s more, uh, efficient if we combine loads.” Michael said anxiously.

Ian sat back and hid a grin; this was going to be interesting.

“Michael, it’s nice of you to offer but I’ve got two big loads all on my own.”

“But I don’t mind.”

“But you’re already letting me stay here; I don’t want to impose more than I already am.”

There were several more polite exchanges before Michael gave up and left in a little snit. Grant watched him leave and turned to Ian with a puzzled look.

“What was that all about?”

“I guess I should have warned you that Michael has a laundry thing.”

“A laundry thing?”

“Uh huh. He likes doing laundry; he’s got a system. No, don’t ask me what it is but it’s only gotten worse since I got him a new washer and dryer for a wedding present.”

Grant chuckled. “You romantic devil!”

“Oh shut up. That’s what he wd; hd; he’d been lusting after the damn things for a year but he just wouldn’t buy them himself.”

“What did he get you? A dishwasher, a new fridge?”

Ian couldn’t help but glance towards his Belling Cookcenter Evolution 157. Grant looked at the stove and then looked at Ian.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“It’s got three ovens, seven burners including one for a wok and a removable griddle.” Ian knew it was silly to be so thrilled over an appliance but he loved his cooker.

“God, you’re practically lusting over it. It’s a stove. You gave each other appliances.” Grant shook his head in amazement.

“So what? It may be practical but they were what we wanted.”

Grant sat back and looked at Ian. “You’ve changed so much since you two got together.”

“I know but I’m still your friend, right?” Ian said a little defensively.

“What? Of course. Why wouldn’t you be?”

“I realized yesterday that we haven’t really spent much time with each other lately.”

“That doesn’t mean we aren’t best friends, we’ve been busy.”

“But you’ve had this big change in your life and I didn’t even know about it.”

Sighing, Grant stood up and got the teapot. He raised it inquiringly at Ian who nodded and after pouring them both a cup, Grant sat back down.

“I’m sure Michael already told you about it but we didn’t want to say anything to anyone until after the divorce was final. It’s a delicate situation.”

“I’ll say. toldtold him she wanted children but she’s been sterilized? How long did she think they would go before Pieter started questioning that?”

“I don’t know. She does love Pieter in her way and she was tired of playing second fiddle to the swimming so she lied.”

“How did you find out about it if Pieter didn’t know?”

“Inge. We ran into each other in London at that Speedo exhibition. We got to talking and I mentioned that Pieter and Minouche were trying to get pregnant. She asked me how they were doing that and I said that as far as I knew, there was only one way to do it. Then she mentioned that Minouche had had a tubal ligation a few years earlier.”

“Which Pieter didn’t know about.”

“No it was while he was Madrid at the Europeans. She stayed in Geldrop and had the operation after she had an abortion.”

“An abortion? She aborted Pieter’s child?” Ian said, totally amazed.

“According to Inge, Minouche wasn’t sure whose child it was but she didn’t want it anyway hence the sterilization.”

“Pieter must have been heartbroken when he found out.”

Grant nodded solemnly. “It was very sad, he wouldn’t have cared if it was his child or not. He and Minouche still had an open relationship at that point and they’d even talked about that possibility.”

“But you were there for him?”

“Yes. We’ve always been friendly but after you left for Michigan, we started hanging out together whenever I was in Sydney. We kept in touch when he went back home, calling every couple of weeks or emailing each other. Especially after what happened to you and Michael with that woman; we were both worried about you two.”
con considered calling you after I talked to Inge but it was a short flight to Amsterdam and I found myself knocking on Pieter’s door before I really thought about it. Minouche answered and I confronted her. I told her that she had to tell Pieter that night or I would tell him the next day. It really wasn’t my business but he needed to know.”

“Instead she told Pieter you made a pass at her.”

“Yes, Pieter called my cell phone that night after ten; I was already in bed at the hotel and he came over. I guess Minouche expected him to believe her but it was a pretty silly story. Why would I show up out of the blue and do that? I’ll never forget what he looked like when I told him, he was in such pain. Their marriage was already faltering before tbut but it was the final blow. He filed for divorce a few days later.”

“How did you two really get together?”

“Just like we said. I called him every week; at first it was just to make sure he was okay but soon I started counting the hours until we spoke. It was agonizing when he went out on a date with a colleague, I knew he wasn’t serious about her; it was a professional dinner but it bothered me. I was on a plane a week later. I really didn’t know what I was feeling until I saw his funny smile.”

“When will their divorce be final?”

“It should have been over months ago but she’s being a bitch about it. Pieter has plenty of ammunition to force the issue but she is his wife and he’s too honorable to play her games. I get frustrated sometimes but he’s such a decent person and I have to let him end it in a way that he can live with it.”

“I am still shocked that all of this was going on and I’m sorry I wasn’t there to lend my support but I’m so happy for both of you.” Ian said as he extended his hand.

“Thank you Ian.” Grant took Ian’s hand and squeezed briefly. “That means a lot to me, I know you were a bit anxious in the beginning but that’s why Pieter and I wanted to settle things before we told you.”

“I can see that now.”

They both let go of the other’s hand and examined their empty cups, not quite comfortable with such expressions of friendship. Their relationship had only rarely touched on emotional issues and this was new to both of them.

“Can I come back in now?” Michael asked from the doorway.

“Yes love. I wasn’t aware we were keeping you out.”

“You weren’t but I figured you two needed a little time to touch base.” Michael picked up the now empty teapot, gave Ian a quick kiss and took it over to the counter. “Do you want me to refill the kettle?”

“Actually, I picked up a great Sauvignon Blanc from New Zealand this weekend along with some brie and gouda at the Market and a couple of movies including ‘A Fish Called Wanda’. How about it?”

&&

“Ian?”

Ian looked up at the door to find Grant staring at him.

“Oh, sorry. Just woolgathering. What’s up?”

“Well, its six o’clock on a Friday night and you’re already in bed. Are you ill?”

“No, I just like reading in bed for a while before Michael comes home. You can come in; I’m not doing anything illicit.”

“Ah, and I have been doing illicit laundry behind your spouse’s back.” Grant walked over and took a seat on the foot of the bed. “What are you doing this weekend?”

“We’re going Christmas shopping tomorrow. You can come along if you’re free or take my car if you have plans.”

“Where are you shopping at?”

“King of Prussia, there’s a big mall there and it’s only a half hour away. On Sunday we’re swimming at Arcadia and checking out the local swim club.”

“What swim club?”

“The Philadelphia Fins; it’s a master’s club but has a mostly gay membership. I’ve been thinking about competing at the Gay Games in August.”

“The Gay Games? They were in Sydney a few years ago, right?”

“Yes. It’s not the most serious of competitions but it should be fun.”

“That sounds interesting. Do you mind if I tag along?”

“Of course not. What about the shopping adventure?”

Grant sat back, “That depends. Does Michael shop like you do?”

“No, he’s not much of a shopper. In fact we’re going so he can get presents for his family; I sent mine out to Sydney last month.”

“I guess that means you aren’t going there for Christmas this year?”

“We thought about it but with Michael’s family just down the road, we’ll probably end up there for a day or so. We’re looking forward to just having some downtime together.” Ian paused and then added, “Not that you wouldn’t be welcome if you were staying here.”

Stroking his chin, Grant pretended to think it over. “You and Michael or seeing Pieter. Gee, I guess I’ll go with seeing Pieter.”

“Very funny.” Ian checked the time and decided it was time to get up. “Aou hou hungry? I’ve got a casserole in the oven and Michael should be home soon.”

“I could eat.”

The front door opened and both men paused.

“Ian? Grant? I’m home!”

“We’re upstairs.”

Michael appeared at the doorway and stopped. “Oh, do you guys need time alone?”

“Huh?” Grant looked at Ian and suddenly stood up, not wanting to give Michaee wre wrong . “M. “Michael, this isn’t what it looks like.”

“It looks like you two were talking.” Michael said as he put his book bag down.

“Yes! We were talking and that was all we were doing.”

Michael shrugged and kicked off his shoes, leaning down to pet one of the dogs in the process. “That’s what I said.” He realized what Grant was worried about and laughed. “Oh please. If you two were going to have sex, it would have happened years ago and it wouldn’t happen here.”

“Well I’m glad you aren’t the suspicious type.” Grant said in relief.

“I have my moments but I trust Ian and there’s no way you’d have a go at anyone in the bed they share with someone else.”

Ian stood up with a grin and patted Grant’s shoulder. “I think what he’s trying to say is that you’re the kind of guy who goes to cheesy motels to conduct their affairs.”

“What!” Grant exclaimed.

“I said no such thing and that’s not what I meant at all. Ian’s only trying to cause trouble.”

“But I do it so well. Grant, shall we repair to the kitchen?”

“Yes, let’s.”

The two Australians linked arms and marched downstairs, they’d almost made it to the kitchen when Michael’s voice drifted down the stairs.

“Hey, why does it smell like Snuggle up here?”

Ian grabbed Grant and pushed him into the kitchen. “He knows! Save yourself man, I’ll handle the delaying tactics.”

Grant stepped back and brushed Ian’s hands away. “You guys are so weird.”

M
Michael slipped into bed and waited for Ian to get settled before moving closer. He tilted his head up for a kiss and then rested his head on Ian’s shoulder, drawing little pictures on Ian’s chest with his finger.

“Baby, why was Grant looking at me like that?”

“Like what?

“Like I’ve grown a second set of arms or something.”

“Oh, you know Grant; he’s just like that sometimes.” Ian said matter-of-factly.

“Huh. Well I guess you know him better than I do.” Michael narrowed his eyes briefly, knowing that Ian was up to something. “How were your classes today?”

“Interesting, we had a discussion about financing in third world countries. How was your day?”

“Good and bad. We were toured the Children’s Hospital, I really liked it and I’m hoping I can do my clinical there next year. They also took us down to the morgue at Temple, which was pretty rough.”

“Ew. You’re doing dissection next summer?”

“Yeah but enough about that. Are we still going shopping tomorrow?”

“Have you magically obtained Christmas presents for your family?”

“No so I guess we are.” Michael kissed Ian’s neck and moved his hand down a little further to play with Ian’s bellybutton.

Ian raised his head to look down at Michael. “Are you putting the moves on me, Mr. Phelps?”

“I believe I am Mr. Thorpe, you have a problem with that?”

“I’m not sure.”

“What can I do to convince you?” Michael asked as his hand drifted a bit lower and began circling around Ian’s cock.

“Oh, more of that would work.” Ian answered breathlessly, his legs falling open.

“I thought it might.” Michael murmured as he licked Ian’s right nipple and took advantage of Ian’s new position to cup Ian’s balls.

Once Michael has happy with the perkiness of Ian’s nipples, he licked down that furry chest and towards Ian’s erection as his hand continued to skim between Ian’s balls and perineum. Ian whimpered and shoved a pillow behind his head so he could watch Michael’s wicked mouth suck him down.

He’d thought that Michael was very good at giving head the first time he’d done it but he’d gotten much better over the years, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply and exactly where to apply it. He could suck Ian off in two minutes flat (they’d timed it) or like tonight, he could draw it out for longer than Ian thought possible; bringing him to the edge and then easing him back over and ovgaingain until Ian was begged for release.

Michael lifted his head and stared up at Ian. “I’m sensing I don’t have your complete attention here.”

“Sorry love. I was just thinking about how very good you make me feel.” Ian cupped his hand on Michael’s cheek.

“I’m trying to make you feel even better if you’d cooperate.”

“How about you come here and we make each other feel better?” Ian waggled his eyebrows.

Michael carefully launched himself up and into Ian’s arms, rubbing their groins together. “Like this?”

Ian grinned and flipped them over, moving up until he was straddling Michael. “More like this. It’s been a long week and I’m not going to be much use once I come.”

Michael grinned back with a hip shimmy and put his hands on Ian’s waist. “You could always just lay there and think of England.”

“I think not. Grab the lube will you?”

“Your wish.” Michael reached into the nightstand and pulled out a tube. “Oh, gross it’s the strawberry stuff.” He tossed it into the trash can and pulled out another tube with better results.

“Where did we get strawberry lube from?” Ian asked as Michael squeezed a dab of the gel out onto his own fingers and rubbed them together to warm it up.

“I got it a couple of weeks ago; I thought it would be fun to try until I got it home and tasted it. Lean forward a little, baby.”

Ian complied; laying his chest down against Michael’s, gasping when Michael’s long finger circled his anus and then dove in. “Oh, yes that’s so good.”

“Do you want more?”

“I want this, now!” Ian answered, curving his hand around Michael’s cock and stroking it.

“Just a minute, I don’t want to hurt you.” Michael took another minute to stretch Ian thoroughly and then stroked the remainder of the lube down his own cock after Ian sat back up. “Hang on.”

“Michael, now.” Ian demanded as Michael grabbed some pillows and slid up until he was sitting up. “Where are you going?”

“Just trying something a little different. Come up here and sit in my lap.” Michael reached down and stroked himself.

“That’s what I was doing before.” Ian said with a slight whine as he knee walked around Michael’s legs. He started to resume his position but Michael stopped him.

“Here, like this.” Michael helped Ian shift around until his legs were wrapped around Michael’s waist.

“Well this is nice but where do we go from here?”

Michael grinned and slippes has hands under Ian’s ass, lifting easily. “Will you do the honors?”

“Oh, that weight lifting is really paying off.” Ian reached down and guided Michael into his body, shuddering as Michael slowly lowered him. “Oh fuck.”

“Are you okay?”

“God, oh yes. This feels-oh my god.” Ian gasped and shuddered. The angle and gravity and his position all working together, as Michael’s cock went deep and hit his prostate as it never had before. He arched his back and shimmied a little, tightening his legs around Michael. “Oh fuck.”

Michael had never seen Ian lose it like this so quickly and rolling his hips a little. Ian reacted by throwing his arms around Michael and kissing him frantically. Michael tried another hip roll and then stopped thinking when Ian’s anus locked down around his cock in an almost painful way.

Ian pulled his mouth away and bit into Michael’s neck as his orgasm ripped through him, causing him to scream into Michael’s skin. His whole body jerked as he came, initiating Michael’s own orgasm a moment later.

Some time later, Ian became aware that he was on his back and being gently cleaned off. The warm cloth left him and he was tenderly gathered into Michael’s arms. Tiny kisses were spread over his face and he opened his eyes to see Michael looking at him with a mixture of smugness and worry.

“What happened?”

“I think you passed out for a couple of minutes.”

“I must have; the last thing I remember was being in your lap. God, that was fantastic; you’ve got to try it.”

“I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“Oh no. I can’t seem to move my arms or legs at the moment but I’m just too relaxed to be worried about it. Ouch! Why did you pinch me?”

Michael rubbed over the spot on Ian’s arm and gave him a kiss. “Sorry about that, just wanted to make sure you still felt stuff. You were really thrashing around there; I was worried you might have broken your back.”

“I said relaxed, not paralyzed. There I just wiggled my toes, did you feel that?”

“Hell yes. Have you ever thought of cutting your nails?” Michael moved his legs away as he spoke.

“Oh stop you drama queen. I cut them yesterday.” Ian snuggled up to Michael with a yawn.

“With what, a weed whacker?”

“Are you deliberately trying to ruin the afterglow?”

“No.” Michael moved his legs back over and hitched one over Ian’s thighs. “That good huh?”

“Just wait until I do it to you.”

&&

Piling the last bag into the back of Michael’s SUV, Ian closed the hatch and walked around to the passenger door. He got in and buckled his seat belt as Michael hung up his phone, dropped it into his pocket and put the car in gear.

“Was that Grant?”

“Yep. He’ll be outside of JC Penney and when’s lunch?”

“What does Grant feel like eating?”

“No, that last question was mine. There’s Maggiano’s or the Blue Pacific near JC Penney. The Bamboo Club is over at the other building.”

“Michael I’m going to make a huge sacrifice here, please take a note. Let’s do Italian.”

Michael almost stopped the car in shock. “You’re passing up sushi for Italian?”

“I told you it was a sacrifice but after last night, I need the carbs.”

“So you’re only thinking of yourself here thus canceling the whole sacrifice angle. Look, there’s Grant.” Michael made a quick dash for the curb and braked.

Grant shoved his own shopping bags in the car and jumped in. “Hello my fellow consumers. How was your shog?” g?”

“Lots of stuff was bought under deep protest from the actual purchaser.” Michael said as he pulled back into traffic. “We’re going to lunch unless you want us to drop you off at the Plaza?”

“Lunch sounds good.”

“Michael, it’s our money therefore your protest doesn’t count. Grant, wouldn’t you agree that if I pass up sushi, which Michael doesn’t really like, for Italian, which Michael loves, it still counts as a sacrifice even if I need to carb load?”

There was a deep silence from the backseat. Finally Grant cleared his throat and answered. “I am going on the record as once again finding you both weird and I have no opinion.”

&&

Ian hit the button for the garage door, bent his head to pick up the grocery bag then almost went face first into the dashboard when Michael slammed on the brakes.

“What the hell?”

Ian carefully sat back up and saw what made Michael stop so suddenly. “Whose car is that?”

They all stared at the late model sedan that was currently parked in Michael’s usual spot.

“Well it can’t be a burglar because that would be pretty ballsy; parking in your spot like that.” Grant said.

“Who has a key?” Ian wanted to know.

“Obviously a person who also knows the alarm codes.” Michael added as he turned off the car and opened his door.

“Michael! Where are you going?”

“It’s cold out here, it is our house. We should go inside and find out.”

“Wait, we should call the police.”

“Ian, there are three of us. Grant’s got the intimidation thing going, I’ve got my winning personality and you have your nose. We’ll be fine.”

“My nose? You’re bringing my nose into this?” Ian got out of the car, slamming the door behind him as Grant followed muttering under his breath about living with weirdoes.

Michael hushed Ian up and grabbed his hand to pull him into the house. By the time they got to the door, Ian found himself at the front of their little group and stopped.

“Why am I in the lead?”

“You’re the bravest.” Michael said as he pushed Ian forward.

“Do you even care for me at all? Grant’s taller, why isn’t he going first? We could hide behind him.”

“I vote that we call the police.” Grant said conversationally.

“Ian, you’re a great leader. You should go first and give us a good example to follow.” Michael tried again to push Ian forward.

“A great leader knows how to direct his troops therefore Michael you should go first.” Ian stepped behind Michael and nudged him forward.

Grant stepped back and announced, “I think I might just go wait in the car while you two settle this.”

Michael and Ian froze and looked at Grant but before they could turn on him the sound of a familiar voice made them all stop in shock.

“What are you all doing out here?”

“Pieter?” Michael, Ian and Grant said simultaneously.

Pieter nodded as he leaned against the door jamb. “That is my name.” He smiled shyly and added, “Hello Grant.”

Grant strode over and pulled Pieter into his arms. “Angel face, what are you doing here?”

Michael and Ian made faces at each other while mouthing ‘angel face’ silently.

“I’m officially a free man. After we talked on Sunday I realized I couldn’t take it anymore and told Minouche she must either sign or I would no longer be the nice guy.” Pieter said as he returned Grant’s embrace. “I couldn’t wait to see you so I got on a plane the hour after it was done.”

“Pieter, I’m so happy to see you.”

The two held on to each other tightly, just soaking in the feeling of being together once again. Michael nudged Ian and they went out to the car to unload it, giving their friends some privacy.

“Whoa.” Michael said quietly.

“Yes.” Ian agreed.

“I’m glad for them.”

“Me too. I guess this means we’re eating dinner without Grant tonight.”

“They’ll have to eat sometime. We should leave extra food in the fridge for them.”

&&

“Grant, perhaps we can move inside? I’m not dressed for the cold.” Pieter said after their four or fifth kiss.

“Where is my head? Of course we can.” Grant moved back just a little and let Pieter move from the doorway. “Oh, we were shopping and there are bags.”

“Don’t worry about it Grant. You guys go on and enjoy each other. Michael and I will take care of this.” Ian said as he dropped off another load of shopping bags.

“I’ve made dinner and you must be hungry; it’s almost seven.” Pieter said as he latched onto Grant’s arm. “We can eat first; the food on the plane was horrible.”

“Whatever you want Pieter. Do you need any help?” Grant asked solicitously.

Pieter pulled Grant into the house. “Since when do you cook beminde?”

The car was unloaded and parked in the other garage by the time dinner was ready. They all took their places around the kitchen table as Pieter served the chicken potato and cheese casserole.

After a couple of tentative bites, Michael dug in with enthusiasm as did Ian. Grant was already familiar with the dish and complimented the cook with a grin.

“Pieter, what’s this called?” Ian asked as he served himself another portion.

“Gegratineerde kipfilets. Chicken au gratin stir fry is the closest translation. I don’t have many dishes I can make, just the ones we ate at home.”

Ian tried his hand at pronouncing it and got it on the second try. “It’s really good, Pieter. Thank you for making dinner.”

“You’re quite welcome. I guess from the number of bags that you spent the whole day shopping?”

“Yeah, it was exhausting. The pushing, the shoving and the screaming and that was just Ian.” Michael quipped as he considered a third helping. He stopped considering it after realizing that neither Grant nor Pieter had yet to get a secservserving. “Does anyone need a drink refill?”

“I’m fine but would you mind putting the coffee on?” Ian asked after Pieter and Grant put in their requests.

“Sure.”

They finished dinner and although Grant offered to do the dishes, Michael and Ian insisted they could handle it.

“You guys haven’t seen each other in months. Go on, we’ve got presents to wrap anyway.”

After a short non-verbal exchange, Grant and Pieter disappeared upstairs and Michael picked up the plates to take to the sink, laughing a little.

Ian joined him with the glassware and silverware. “What?”

“Um, I don’t think they’ve had sex yet.”

“No!” Ian turned to look at the now empty doorway. “What makes you think that?”

“Well Pieter was still married. Although he was separated, Grant is sort of in the position of breaking up that marriage. Then they are Grant and Pieter.”

“But they shared a cabin.”

“So? They probably shared the bed but they’re in love. Wouldn’t you have waited?”

Ian took a moment to finish loading the dishwasher before he answered. “You know, I always thought the two of them slept together after Sydney.”

“Really? I never got that vibe from them. Not like the one between you and Pieter.”

Frozen, Ian slowly looked up at Michael and smiled weakly. “Um, what?”

Michael snorted. “Oh please. I know you and Pieter had sex, I’m not sure when but you did.”

For one brief fleeting second, Ian wished that Michael didn’t have that freaky talent for sniffing out these things. He banished that thought as quickly as it occurred to him when Michael leaned over and kissed him.

“It’s okay Ian. I know you both probably had a great time but you weren’t emotionally involved with each other.”

Michael shut the dishwasher and pushed Ian back against the counter, trapping his spouse between his arms. He leaned in closely, nibbled Ian’s ear and whispered, “I know he can’t make you scream the way I made you scream last night.” That tongue came out and licked Ian’s neck. “I’m absolutely positive that no one but me can make you come so hard you can’t stay conscious.”

His hands stoked quickly down Ian’s back and Michael moved back to stare into Ian’s eyes. “Because you’ve never loved anyone like you love me. So I know there’s absolutely nothing to worry about.” Michael turned and started walking towards the family, throwing over his shoulder, “Do you want to watch a movie tonight?”

Despite his weak knees, Ian nodded and after making an adjustment to his trousers, followed a few minutes later.
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