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Breakers

August 19, 2005 Ann Arbor, Michigan

Michael pedaled, maintaining a steady pace and staring straight ahead through the wall of glass in front of him, oblivious to everything but throbbing music piping through his headphones.

When the monitor in front of him flashed; he slowed his pace, dropped his head and reached up to switch off his iPod.

“Good workout, Michael.” Lenny, one of the trainers, came over and removed the monitoring pads from Michael’s chest. “How are you feeling?”

Michael took a swig from his water bottle before answering. “Pretty good.”

“Okay, Matt is back in the room B, head over in a couple of minutes. Don’t sit here too long.”

“Let me see, sit on the bike or get a rub down.” Michael pretended to ponder the question, grinning. “What a hard decision.”

Lenny laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. “You say that every time.”

Michael swung off the bike, swaying a little at the sensation of solid ground under his feet as Lenny steadied him with a hand under his elbow.

Looking down at the barely five foot tall Lenny, Michael grinned again. “One of these days, I’m going to just fall right over on you. What are you going to do then?”

Lenny smirked, dropped his hand and stepped away. “Timber!”

Michael laughed and shook his head, gathering up his stuff. “So where’d you park your horse today?”

“I tied him to the bumper of your car, was that okay?” The former jockey teased as they walked out of the room and down the hall.

“Depends, what have you been feeding him lately?”

The two ribbed each other familiarly until Lenny left him with Matt.

“Hey, Michael.” The burly physical therapist greeted him and gestured to the mat. “Assume the position.”

“What? No flowers, no candy?” Michael said, dropping down and stretching out.

Matt snorted and then picked up Michael’s leg. “Nah, I heard you were easy.”

Michael laughed and then groaned as Matt hit a small cramp. “Oh. That feels good.”

“See what I mean? Matt smirked.

Michael laughed again and relaxed into the rubdown.

~~~

The first few days of training had been strange. The staff and other swimmers were wary of Ian, unsure of what his presence meant.

Everyone had been suspicious when Ian walked in that first morning. The swimmers because Ian was yet another big fish in the pond and for some of them, Michael had been enough competition. There had been some grumbling about it, some complaints but Bob merely said that those who didn’t like it had better get over it and swim their own lanes.

The staff was leery because many of them figured the Australian legend would be some kind of watery Prima Donna but Ian was slowly convincing them otherwise. He was focused, calm and undemanding. While Ian wasn’t back on a full training schedule yet, he spent enough time around the facility that people were getting to know him.

The two men didn’t really pay much attention to each other during training, other than to maintain one or two lanes between them in the pool. They didn’t go out of their way to avoid each other but both were businesslike and for the most part, it was working well.

Of course, there were a couple of people who took their professionalism to mean that Michael was somehow unhappy that Ian was there. Or that Ian was trying to horn in on Michael’s territory. Those were the people who didn’t notice that Ian and Michael occasionally drove to the morning session together and seemed to call the same place home.

Michael checked his watch as he headed out of the changing room; it was going on nine and he was starving. He quickly spotted Ian sitting over by the door with a handful of people and smiled.

“Hey, guys.” As everyone greeted him, Ian stood up with a smile of his own.

“There you are. I was beginning to wonder.”

“Sorry I’m late.” Michael recognized a few of the people in the group but they mostly seemed to be from the dive team or maybe it was water polo.

“Hey, we were just asking Ian if he wanted to join us for lunch. Did you want to come too?” A girl Michael thought was named Lori asked.

Michael looked at Ian who gave a tiny shrug of his shoulders as if to say, ‘It’s up to you.’

“Uh, sure. Where were you guys thinking of going?”

“Adeline’s over on Pontiac. Have you ever been there?”

“Is that the place near the carwash?” Michael opened the door and gestured everyone out.

“That’s the one, they have really good waffles.”

“Okay, that sounds good. Does anyone need a ride?”

Three of the girls accepted his offer and they all agreed that the first ones at the restaurant would snag a big enough table for eight people. As they walked over to the DeVille, they all chatted and Michael learned that Laura (not Lori) and Renee were juniors, Christine was a sophomore, they were sharing an apartment for the summer and they were on the water polo team.

Michael unlocked the doors with the remote and both men opened the back doors for the girls.

“Wow, nice car,” Christine said. “I thought you had an SUV?”

“Yeah, I do.” Michael made sure the girls were seated then closed the door, getting in behind the wheel with Ian in the front passenger seat; although Ian didn’t mind driving, he much preferred to leave it to Michael. “I got it a couple of days ago.”

“Michael, what courses are you going to take next semester?” Renee asked.

Michael made sure every one was buckled up and pulled out before answering and they were soon commiserating over schedules and professors until they parked down the street from the restaurant and began to walk.

Michael had ended up walking in between Laura and Christine while Ian and Renee walked ahead of them with various conversations going on. Ian opened the door of the restaurant and allowed the ladies to enter.

“Michael, I’ll join you all in a minute. I need to make a quick phone call.” Ian held up his cell phone.

“Okay. You don’t mind about this?” Michael said softly, tilting his head towards the group.

“As much as I’d like to put a dungeon in, dig a moat and never let you out of the house; we both know that’s a bad idea.”

“Because we’d eventually run out of food?”

“And there’s nothing romantic about cannibalism.” They said together, grinning.

“Want me to order for you?”

“Thanks, love. Be there in a few.”

Michael walked into the restaurant and the hostess directed him towards the back room. Renee introduced him to the other three girls; Karen and Valerie also from the water polo team and Diane, Valerie’s roommate. Michael sat down in between Karen and Laura; leaving a seat for Ian down near Renee and Valerie.

“So where’s Ian? I thought he was coming?” Diane asked.

“He’s making a phone call. Are there menus?”

“Oh, sorry Michael. Here you go.” Karen handed over a menu. “You should try the waffles.”

“I’ve never bought into the whole waffle thing. Aren’t they really just pancakes with an attitude problem? Oh, they have pancakes here, I can stay.”

The women laughed and Diane remarked that Michael seemed a little obsessed with food. Michael was spared having to defend himself by the arrival of the waitress asking if they were ready to order.

Everyone looked around. “I think we are but we’re missing one of our party.” Karen remarked.

“That’s okay, I know what he wants. Karen, do you want to start?” Michael asked.

After all the ladies ordered, Michael ordered two cheese omelets with the home fries and toast, a side of bacon, an order of oatmeal, a short stack of pancakes, two glasses of orange juice and a glass of water.

The waitress finished writing. “Okay, I’ll be right back with your drinks.”

“Oh, wait. That’s just my order, I didn’t order for Ian. He’ll have three eggs over easy with home fries, English muffins, a side of sausage and an order of oatmeal with coffee and a glass of water.”

“Honey, where are you going to put all that food?”

“Actually ma’am, that’s a light breakfast for me.”

The waitress shook her head and walked off as the rest of the table burst out laughing.

“God, it’s true. You do eat like that.” Valerie said.

Michael grinned. “Yeah and I do burn it off. I’m down three pounds this week.”

They all teased him about being lucky enough to eat everything and lose weight but Renee admitted that none of them worked as hard as Michael did in the pool.

“Hello everyone, did I miss anything?” Ian walked up and sat down at the only available seat.

“Just Michael ordering half the menu.” Renee grinned and gestured towards the other end of the table.

“I thought you were going to order for me too?” Ian said with an impish smile.

“I did. Wait. Is that a snarky remark?” Michael said suspiciously.

“Me? Snarky? Not I.” Ian declared with a hand over his heart as their companions laughed.

They spent the rest of the meal talking about the university, various activities in the city, how many countries Ian and Michael had visited and generally had a good time getting to know one another. They argued over the bill, the women refusing to let either of the guys pick up the tab and then ambled out.

Renee, Diane, Karen and Valerie said their goodbyes and headed off to work or other activities leaving Ian and Michael with Christine and Laura.

“Did you guys want a ride back?” Michael asked politely.

“No thanks, our place is just down the road. Are you guys doing anything this afternoon?” Laura asked.

“I don’t know. I need to do my laundry. Ian? What’s on your schedule?”

“We need to do some shopping before you do laundry. We’re out of washing soap. And I’ve got a phone interview this evening.”

“Oh. Sounds like you guys are busy. Maybe we can all hook up next weekend and go to Michigan Ren Faire?” Christine looked up at Ian hopefully.

“Ren Faire? What’s a Ren Faire?” Ian looked at Michael who started to answer but Christine beat him to it.

“The Renaissance Festival? It’s a bunch of people dressed up in Elizabethan costumes. They have themed foods like turkey legs and different shops but they’re only open on weekends”

“That sounds interesting but we’ll have to see what our training schedule is like.” Ian said noncommittally.

“It was really nice meeting you both. We’ll catch up with you at the pool this week, okay?”

Michael and Ian said good bye and walked back over to the car. After they were both seated, Michael turned to Ian.

“Um, was that kind of uncomfortable there at the end or was I imagining things?”

“No, I think they expected one or both of us to ask one or both of them out.”

“Okay. I wasn’t anticipating this.”

“Women hitting on you?”

“No, women hitting on you. In front of me. You’re my boyfriend.”

“Do you want me to wear a t-shirt? ‘Michael’s Property.’”

“No, you’re not my property. I just.” Michael swallowed and looked down. He wasn’t jealous because he trusted Ian. “This is just hard.”

“Let’s head back to the house. We need to talk about this.”

“Do you want to hit the grocery store?”

“Okay. You need some thinking time, right?”

“Yeah.” Michael put the car in gear, checked for traffic and pulled out of the parking space. The trip to the store and back to the house were made in relative silence. It wasn’t an angry silence, just Ian giving Michael some time to work things out.

Michael and Ian had finished putting away the groceries an hour later when Ian shooed Michael out for a wal
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“Go on. Take a walk; see if the kids down the street want to play a game. We’re not in any hurry.” Ian kissed Michael on the forehead and patted him on the butt.

Michael went, knowing that Ian was right. There was such a thing as over thinking an issue. He walked the loop down to the pond and ran into Roger Wilkins, Joanne’s husband and Ian’s police escort at the airport, washing his pick up truck.

“Hey Michael, how’s it going?”

“Not bad. How have you been?”

“Pretty good. Congratulations on winning all those races last month.”

Michael grinned. “Thanks. You watched?”

Roger gave Michael a deadpan look. “You think I had a choice? Karen and Tammy wouldn’t let me near the remote all week.”

“Sorry about that.”

“Actually it was kind of exciting. I was halfway tempted to start bottling the water in my pool and selling it. ‘Michael Phelps swam in this water.’” Roger said slyly.

“You have three kids to put through college, I’d endorse it.”

Roger snorted and threatened Michael with the hose. “You know, Tammy was devastated when Joanne told her your friend Ian was here a couple of weeks ago. Think you could get her an autograph? Tammy hasn’t spoken to her mother since.”

“Actually, he’s here again.” Michael paused for a moment and took a deep breath. “He’s moved in with me.”

^^^
An hour later, Michael opened the back door and spied Ian standing at the stove, stirring a large pot.

“Hey.”

Ian turned around and smiled at him. “Hi. Good walk?”

“Yeah.” Michael walked up behind Ian and slid his arms around Ian’s waist, hooking his chin on Ian’s shoulder. “Sorry I was gone so long. I ran into Roger Wilkins, Joanne’s husband.”

“Ah and how is Sgt. Wilkins?”

“He’s good. I told him you were living here.”

Ian twisted his head slightly to meet Michael’s eyes. “And?”

“He was pretty cool about it.”

“He was?”

“Yeah. It was hard, telling him.”

“Harder than telling your mom or Bob?”

“In a different way. Mostly because I knew mom and Bob weren’t going to spit on me or something.”

Ian reached out, turned the burner under the pot down and put the lid on it. “Come on; let’s go sit on the couch.”

Once they had taken their favorite position; Ian stretched out with Michael’s head in his lap, Ian ran his fingers through Michael’s hair.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“You know, I’d like nothing better than to walk down the street, holding your hand. Sometimes I feel running down the street and telling everyone one I met about how happy I am with you. But then I start thinking that all it would take is one jerk who had a problem with us and –“

“You’re afraid of someone hurting me or hurting you?”

“Or both of us. Or waiting until one of us is alone and having a couple of friends join in.”

“You know, we’re both pretty big guys.”

“But have you ever had to physically defend yourself?”

“No, not really but then no one’s ever tried anything.”

“Roger was telling me about a self-defense class that a couple of guys he works with teach at the community college. He said they teach basic skills and escape over attack. They’ve got a class starting up in a couple of weeks.”

“Would you feel better if I attended the class too?”

“You’d do that?”

“Yes because you’re right. I’ve always depended on my size or a bodyguard in sticky situations. America doesn’t have a monopoly on homophobes and once the news comes out, I don’t know what I’ll run into.”

“Speakof nof news, are you also sort of waiting for the other shoe to drop?”

“Yes, I’m surprised that no one’s leaked it yet. There are certainly enough people who know.”

“I think I was expecting that I wouldn’t have to tell anyone else because it’d be common knowledge.”

“I feel strangely neglected that the press is no longer hanging on my every action.” Ian joked.

Michael rolled over so he was looking up at Ian. “You feel neglected? There were people asking whether I was circumcised or not. And now? Nothing! The public is so fickle.”

Ian sniggered. “They weren’t!”

“They were.”

“I thought it was bad when that reporter tried to infer something about my shoe size.”

Michael patted Ian’s groin fondly. “If she only knew!”

“Are you groping me, Mr. Phelps?”

“And what if I was, Mr. Thorpe?”

Ian leaned down and licked across Michael’s lips which parted eagerly. “I’d say you need to move your hand a little to the left and use a little more pressure.”

Michael did so and was very happy with the hardness he found. “Like that?”

“Oh. Yes. Just like that.”

Michael sat up, unzipped Ian’s shorts and gently guiding his penis out. “Mr. Thorpe, I see you have some unusual swelling in this area. I will need to examine you closely to insure you’re not injured.”

Ian half laughed half moaned as Michael’s tongue licked over the head of his cock. Michael opened his mouth and dropped his head, taking most of Ian’s cock down and swirling his tongue just where Ian was the most sensitive.

“Michael, wait.”

Michael lifted his head and released Ian’s cock with the loud pop. “Do you mind? I was busy here.”

“Take off your clothes, why should you have all the fun?”

“Ooh. I like the way you think.”

They both stood and shucked their clothing, meeting back on the couch. Ian laying on his back with Michael’s knees on either side of his head, his mouth sucking down Michael’s cock.

Michael resumed his previous examination, opening his mouth and diving down onto Ian’s cock. It took them a moment to establish a mutually pleasurable rhythm and soon after they were both coming, Ian first then Michael.

Michael took a few minutes to catch his breath and then carefully moved off Ian and reversed his position, squeezing in between Ian and the back of the couch.

Ian put his arms around Michael and kissed him.

“Well, I don’t know about you but I’m much more relaxed.”

“Me too. Michael, do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

“I’ve got that interview in an hour.”

“And you want to make some kind of announcement?”

“Maybe not an announcement but I could be a little more forthcoming about my private life than I normally am.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m tired of waiting for the shoe.”

“Can I listen in? Or would that make you nervous?”

“I’ll put it on the speaker phone.”

“Wow. You really are the best boyfriend in the known universe.”

^^^

Ballast

August 19, 2005 Ann Arbor, MI

Ian tapped the speaker button off and made sure the phone was back on the hook before daring to look over at Michael.

Michael stared back at him blankly.

“I’m sorry.”

Michael blinked and shook his head. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I couldn’t have done it either.”

“It would have helped if I’d remembered that it was an interview with Total Girl magazine.” Ian said ruefully.

“Not the best venue to reveal Ian Thorpe’s secrets no matter what they tell their readers.”

“Did she really ask me what my favorite color is?”

“Like really. Everyone already knows that.” Ian threw a pillow at Michael who caught it and shoved it under his head. “Thanks, hon.”

“Seriously, I’m sorry. This didn’t turn out quite how I expected.” Ian sat slumped over, elbows on his knees; giving the phone a look of disappointment.

Michael stood up and walked over to Ian. He pushed Ian back into the couch and then sat down, straddling Ian’s lap and slinging his arms over Ian’s shoulders. Ian automatically slid his hands around Michael’s waist and tucked his finger’s in Michael’s belt loops.

“It’s okay, really.” Michael said after giving Ian’s nose a little kiss.

“You’re being very understanding.”

“I think the problem is that neither one of us is used to sitting around and waiting for something to happen.”

“You mean we’re proactive?” Ian and Michael shared a look, both wrinkling their noses.

“Ew. Corporate speak, Ian?”

“Sorry, love. It just slipped out.” Ian tilted forward and gave Michael a small peck on the lips in apology.

“I forgive you; just don’t let it happen again. Anyway, I have an idea.” Michael got up and walked into the kitchen. “You want some water?”

“Sure.” Ian heard the fridge opening and closing and then Michael was returning, holding two frosty bottles. He handed Ian one and then sat down a foot or two away.

“I was perfectly comfortable the way we were, Michael.” Ian said with a pout, only half serious.

“Me too but my feet were going to fall asleep, sorry. Do you want to hear my idea?”

“Oh, all right.”

Michael took a swallow of water and sat back. “You have a website and I have a website.”

“Yes. Yes, I see where you’re going here.” Ian sat back and rubbed his jaw. “You think we should write up a statement and put it on our websites.”

“Yep. We both write our own, run it through our managers and have it posted to our sites at the same time.”

“I think that could work. We’d be making an announcement but doing it very low-key.”

“Right, because we’re not trying to hide anything but really, is our personal life worth a full scale PR campaign?”

They both shuddered in revulsion, not just at exposing their private lives in that manner but of having their relationship ‘handled’.

“David thinks we’re crazy, you know.” Ian said after he recovered.

“So does Tim. But it would be weird. It’s strange enough sometimes, having people tell me what to wear. I don’t mind that ‘cause it makes sense.”

“But having someone tell us when we should hold hands or when to kiss for the cameras…”

“No. Hell no. Next thing we’d know they’d be telling us what kind of condoms to use.” Michael said it jokingly but both men had been through the total PR experience and knew it could come to that.

“And when to use them. No, we may be crazy but we only need two people in our relationship. I think running the announcement through Dave and Tim makes sense but we get the final say.”

Michael nodded. “Sounds good to me. You want to write them now?”

“No time like the present. We’ll print them out and read over each other’s when we’re done.”

They both got up and separated; Ian to go into the study and Michael going up to his nest when Michael came back and stuck his head in the study door.

“You want a sandwich? And the soup you made should be ready, right?” Michael said, with a hopeful look.

“Yes, it’s ready. Sorry. I didn’t realize it was past dinner time.”

“You want me to bring it to you?”

“No, let’s eat in the kitchen. Soup isn’t very portabl
^
^^
An hour or so later, Ian was stretched out on the sofa in Michael’s study in the attic reading over Michael’s statement while Michael read his.

“Well?”

Ian looked up over his glasses, “Well, I think we’ve got all the bases covered.”

“And it only took three drafts.”

“Just wait until Dave and Tim get a shot at them.”

“Are we still sending both statements to both of them?”

“You don’t think we should?”

“No. It was a good idea. But they’re not very long so they’d fit on one sheet of paper. Easier to put through the fax machine.”

“Tomorrow’s Sunday but it’ll be Monday in Australia. You think we should email it instead? Does Tim check his email on Sundays?”

“I have his personal address. We should call them both first just to make sure they know its coming.”

Ian reached over and grabbed the phone. He dialed a number and waited for a moment.

“Hello Dave, its Ian. Yes, I’m fine. You? That’s good. Listen, Michael and I want to fax something to you. Are you near a machine? Yes, I know its Sunday. Yes, we’re both still crazy.” Ian rolled his eyes. “Sure. Hang on.” Ian picked up a pen and scrawled a number on a scrap of paper. “Okay. How about I put Tim’s phone number on fax and you can call him to commiserate? Yes, Dave. Okay. I’ll be waiting for your call.”

Ian hung up the phone. “Print it up and send it here.” Ian handed over the scrap of paper.

“Yes, sir!” Michael saluted jauntily and turned back to his computer and muttered, “Bossy bossy bossy.”

Ian grinned and lay back down, waving his hand. “Are you not my most loyal subject and royal concubine?”

“Somehow, I never imagined that my concubine duties included typing.” Michael grumbled.

“Multitasking is important, Michael.”

Michael typed for a moment. “I need to track down Tim after I’m done here.”

“What’s his number?”

“You’re going to call him?”

“Yes, I need you save your energy for tonight.”

“Va-va-voom!” Michael said, turning around and wiggling his eyebrows.

“After all, you still have laundry to do.” Ian said casually, hiding a grin.

“Laundry! I don’t have laundry.”

“That’s not what you told Christine and Laura and I don’t want to make a liar out of you.” Ian remarked primly.

“You’d rather I do laundry than have sex with you?” Michael said in amazement.

“And I’ve got a few things that need washing while you’re at it.” Ian stared at the ceiling and whistled a little tune, trying to keep a straight face.

“Hand me the phone.” The words were calm as Michael extended his hand.

“Who are you going to call?” Ian tentatively held the phone out.

“Pieter. We’re staging a coup. I’m sure he’ll make a great king.”

Ian snatched the phone back before Michael could touch it. “I don’t think so. You’ll go broke buying all those mirrors and he’ll make you clean the toilet. He hates cleaning the toilet.”

“You make me clean the toilet.”

“We take turns and he can’t cook.”

“Oh. Well. Guess the coup is off.”

Ian settled back down, still holding the phone. “I knew that would be a deal breaker. You only want me for my culinary skills.”

“That’s not true,” Michael said, turning back to the keyboard. “I’m also keeping you around for your fading good looks.”

“Oi!”

^^
An hour later, the fax was in the hands of their managers and Michael was busy sorting his lights and darks.

“I was only joking, Michael.”

“I was just going to put a load in tonight, dry it in the morning. You have any T-shirts you want to throw in?”

Ian sighed and rolled off the bed, disturbing his alluring pose. “I have a few.” He walked into the closet and opened the built in laundry bin and started pulling things out, separating them into piles.

They hauled the laundry baskets into the small room and Michael started the water, adding powder and softener before taking each piece of clothing and examining it for stains.

Ian went back to the closet and gathered up all the empty hangers and checked under the bed for stray socks or underwear before heading back to the laundry room.

“You want me to strip the bed and get the towels from the bath?”

“Sure, I’ll help.” Michael put down the stain stick, threw the last T-shirt in the washer and shut the lid to follow Ian back to the bedroom.

Once the bed was stripped and remade and everything taken back to the laundry, Michael put his arms around Ian’s waist and rested his head on Ian’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what, love?”

“I just feel a little antsy.”

“I’m nervous too, you know.”

“You’re not the one running around like a laundry obsessed maniac.”

Ian put his hands on Michael’s arms and stepped back, taking both of Michael’s hands in his.

“Come on.” Ian walked backwards and pulled Michael down the stairs.

“Where are we going?”

“For a walk. It’s early yet.”

Bemused, Michael allowed Ian to lead him out of the house. Once Ian had carefully locked the house up, they walked down the street to the path.

“Michael, you said Roger was cool about us?”

“Yeah.”

“Then everyone else can learn to deal too.” Ian held his hand out with a questioning look. Michael smiled and took Ian’s hand in his. They walked along for a minute, enjoying the company and the warm evening.

“Thisnicenice.” Michael said.

“Yes, it is.”

“Do you think your mom and dad would like to come here for Thanksgiving? You know, depending on how it goes in Portugal.”

“You don’t want to go home for Thanksgiving?”

“I was thinking we’d have your parents and my mom and dad and step mom if they all want to come. We have enough room for them to stay.”

“That could work.”

“You sound a little dubious.”

“Do we really want to introduce your mother to my mother?”

“It’s going to happen at some point. Mom already mentioned inviting them to Baltimore next summer.”

“Okay. We can ask them but we’re not inviting our sisters.”

“You don’t want Christine to tell me all the funny stories from when you were a kid?” Michael asked with a grin.

“You have two sisters so I’d get twice the stories. And they’d egg each other on and probably gang up on us.”

“So, our mission in life is to never have all of our sisters in the same room together?”

“If it can be avoided, it should be.”

“We’re really lucky, with our families I mean.”

“We are.”

They walked on a few minutes and made it back up the street to Michael’s house but both stopped at the end of the drive.

Michael shifted on his feet for a minute, looking up at the house. “I think if I go back in there, I’m going to bounce off the walls.”

“Um. Do you want to go to the pool?”

“No, I don’t think so. Do you?”

“No, I’d just be thrashing around.”

“Oh. Want to try rock climbing?”

“Rock climbing? Where’d you get rock climbing from?”

“There’s a place downtown that’s open until midnight. One of the guys in my biology class said I should give it a try. It’s a physical activity that we probably won’t hurt ourselves doing.”

Ian thought for a moment. “You know, that sounds interesting.”

“Bob already said I could give it a try, I just have to stay on a novice wall.”

“Okay. I’ll give it a try if you will.”

^^^

Ian touched the roof and looked down for a moment, pleased that he’d made it to the top.

“You ready to descend?” Carl, the instructor, said from below.

“I’m ready.”

Carl walked him through the procedure again before telling him to give it a try.

In a few minutes, Ian found himself back on solid ground and letting Carl help him unhook the safety equipment.

“So what did you think, Ian?” Michael asked as another instructor helped him gear up.

“It was fantastic! It really seemed much higher than thirty feet. Are you going now?”

“Yep.” Michael stepped up to the wall and listened intently as the instructor walked him through the climb.

“So, Ian. You picked this up pretty well. You’re a little heavy for a climber but you’ve got good stretch and strength, you should consider taking this up.” Carl said.

“Thank you, it was fun but I’ve got a pretty heavy training schedule planned over the next few months.”

“I figured you were an athlete, you’re in really great shape.”

Ian, watching Michael’s ascent, just nodded. “Thanks again.”

“So do you do triathlons? You’ve got amazing thighs.” Carl placed his hand on Ian’s wrist and sort of leaned in.

Ian slowly turned his head and looked at Carl, or rather looked down at Carl. “Are you trying to chat me up?”

“Hey, it’s worth a shot. You’re hot. No offense, dude.” Carl smiled engagingly and backed off a step.

“None taken but my boyfriend up there might not be so understanding.”

Carl looked up at Michael, who was nearing the top of the wall. “You guys are together?”

“Yes, for almost a year now.” Ian said with a smile.

“Do you ever do threesomes?”

“No!” Both Ian and Michael spoke, rather loudly.

Michael slapped the ceiling and then looked down. “Mark, you ready?”

“Go ahead, Michael.” Mark braced himself and Michael carefully but quickly descended. He unhooked the safety equipment, shooting Carl glowering looks.

Carl, obvious deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, slipped away to help another climber somewhere on the other side of the gym.

“Hey, guys. Don’t mind Carl. He’s harmless.” Mark said as he sorted the gear out.

Michael took a deep breath and relaxed a little. “Okay.”

“You want to hit another wall?”

Ian shook his head. “No, think we’ve had enough. Michael, are you hungry?”

“I could eat. But then when can’t I?”

“Come on then. Mark, thanks for your help.”

“No problem. Come back anytime.”

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Michael closed the car door, secured his seat belt and put the key in the ignition.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.” Ian said from the passenger seat.

Michael wrinkled his nose. “I wasn’t jealous.”

“Possessive then.”

“You’re not my property.” Michael exclaimed.

“No, but I do belong to you. And you belong to me. That gives us both the right to be a little possessive. It works both ways. I didn’t like the way Carl was checking out your ass either.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Now, we have soup left in the fridge and enough stuff for sandwiches or do you want to stop for something.”

“Nah, the only places open are fast food. Soup and sandwiches are good for me.”

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Two hours later after eating and showering, they were in bed snuggling up together.

Michael kissed Ian; leisurely stroking his tongue against Ian’s and rubbed a hand over Ian’s stomach, circling down to his pelvis. He pushed a little, moving Ian until he was on his back and slid his hand down past Ian’s cock to stroke the delicate skin beneath Ian’s balls while sucking on his neck and nipping on his nipples.

Ian spread his legs and bent one at the knee, reaching down to cup his cock and balls and give Michael better access, occasionally stroking himself as his penis hardened.

“God, Michael. You know what that does to me.”

Michael hitched a knee over Ian’s leg and sucked hard enough on his neck to leave a little mark, brushing his own cock against Ian’s hip. “I know you love being touched there, that’s why I like doing it.”

Ian merely nodded, gasping as one of Michael’s fingers began circling his anus, gently pressing in while Michael’s thumb continued to caress his perineum.

“Are you going to get the stuff?” Ian asked a little breathlessly.

“Um. When I’m ready. I’m enjoying myself right now.”

“I need you, don’t tease.”

“Hang on.” Michael rolled away and retrieved the necessary supplies from the nightstand drawer. He rolled back and gently arranged Ian, shifting him onto his side and bending his top leg pulling down a pillow to place under that knee.

He quickly and tenderly prepared Ian before rolling on a condom and sidling in behind his lover. Ian pushed his hips back impatiently.

Michael carefully pressed his cock into Ian, putting his hand on Ian’s hip to control his penetration. Once he was totally in, he slung his arm around Ian’s waist, dropping his hand down to Ian’s cock before beginning to rock his hips, thrusting his cock in and out, trying to find the best rhythm.

Ian shifted a little, helping Michael find his prostate before grabbing Michael’s hand and placing it back on his perineum while taking his own cock in hand. Michaook ook the hint and stroked over the hypersensitive skin, his long arm easily reaching; giving Ian more stimuli.

Ian felt his scrotum begin to tighten as his orgasm approached and he began to moan, whipping his hips a little trying to urge Michael on.

Ian’s orgasm burst out of him suddenly, come erupting from him penis taking Michael by surprise as Ian’s passage tightened around his cock. Michael helplessly felt his own orgasm rip through him, filling the condom as his hips thrust frantically.

Ian rubbed Michael’s arm as they both tried to catch their breath.

“We should have waited to change the sheets.” Michael remarked idly, his fingers trailing over Ian’s thigh.

“And the shower. Should have waited to shower.”

“But we never do.”

“Do you have another set of sheets?” Ian looked down at the mess he’d made.

“Yeah but I think that’s something we’re going to need to invest in.”

“It’s a big bed. We could just move over a little.”

“And take a chance of rolling over?”

“It’s a natural thing, just a body fluid.”

Michael reached down and secured the condom before pulling back and rolling off the bed.

“Who are you trying to convince?” Michael carefully walked into the bathroom.

Ian got up and walked into the bathroom to turn on the shower. “You know, traditionally, the person who initiated sex has to sleep in the wet spot.”

“Oh, then have fun over there.”

“Excuse me? You were the one who started feeling me up.”

“You were laying there all naked, it was a blatant come on.” Michael flushed the toilet and joined Ian in the shower.

“You were naked too.”

“But I’m a known sex maniac. You were obviously tempting me.” Michael said, trying to look innocent.

Ian shook his head and looped his arms around Michael’s neck. “I’ll try to control myself in the future then. Shall I wear a flannel night gown to bed?”

Michael snorted. “I’d like to see you find one that would fit you.”

Ian laid his face against Michael’s, rubbing their cheeks together affectionately. “Um. You need a shave. Or I do.” Ian yawned.

“We’ll do it tomorrow. Come on, we still need to change the sheets. Don’t fall asleep in here.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.”
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