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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 22, 2009 Philadelphia PA

Reading over his exam one last time, Ian checked each answer carefully. There were fourteen minutes left before the test period ended and he didn’t rush; getting a good grade was important and a second scan wasn’t going to hurt.

He stood with six minutes left, gathered his coat and briefcase quietly and went to the front of the room. He handed over his exam and left the room, pausing out in the corridor to pull his coat on. The door opened behind him and Melinda Soto came out with her own belongings.

“Hi Ian.”

“Hello Mel.” I.” Ian said as he helped her put on her coat.

“Thanks. How do you think you did?”

“I wasn’t surprised by anything so I hope I did well. What did you think of it?” They fell in step together as they headed to the exit.

“I thindid did well but I’m still going to sweat until the grades come out. So what are you doing for Christmas? Anything exciting?”

“Depends on your definition of excitement.” Ian said with a grin. “We’re driving down to Baltimore tomorrow to spend the holiday with Michael’s family and I finally get to deep fry a turkey. How about you?”

“Our families really wanted o bro bring Kylie to Boston for the holiday but Jake’s working Thursday and Monday. I don’t want to haul her up and back for a three day visit.”

“Oh, that reminds me.” Ian dug into his briefcase and took out a small wrapped gift. “This is for Kylie.”

“Ian, you didn’t have to do this. Gosh, you were the only person who didn’t complain when I had to bring her to study group; that was more than enough.”

“Nonsense, it’st ast a little something for her first Christmas. Stuff the rest of the group; between Harry’s pencil tapping, Tanya’s perfume and Ron’s incessant sniffing, they had nerve complaining about a baby who never made a peep.”

“Thanks Ian. You helped make this semester bearable.” Melinda reached up and gave him a quick hug.

“You’re welcome. By the way are you and Jake doing anything on the third? The Sunday after New Year’s?”

“Not that I know of, why?”

“We’re having a little get together from eleven to five at our house and we’d love for you to come.”

“A party?”

“No, we’re calling it a loafer. After all the holiday rush, we thought it would be nice to have a relaxing casual get together. No dressing up allowed, bring the kids and loaf around; we’ll provide the food and some if it will even be healthy. The only thing you’ll need to bring is a loaf of your favorite bread and show up for however long you want to be there.”

“That sounds like fun. We can bring Kylie?

“Sure, Michael’s been dying to meet her. Sorry this is kind of spur of the moment but we just started planning it the other night.”

“I’ll talk to Jake and let you know but I don’t see why we couldn’t come. Oh, there’s my train. Have a happy holiday, Ian!”

“You too.” Ian waved to her and headed for his car, pulling out his phone as he walked.

“Phelps Home for Wayward Retired Swimmers, how can I help you?”

“Hello, love. How’s the move going?”

“We’ve got most of it done so I’ve been expecting you to call. They’ve got a phone line and the satellite people are almost done.”

“I can’t believe how fast they’ve moved down.”

“Ian, you stood outside their bedroom door and kept asking if they were done yet.”

“But Grant wanted to watch that football game.”

“You were only trying to aggravate them. I’m much too young to be a widower so if one of them kills you I’m going to be really upset.”

“All right. I promise to leave them alone.” Ian paused to open his car door and toss his briefcase into the passenger seat. “For at least a month.”

“Ian!”

“Well I’m not going to make a promise what I can’t keep. That would be wrong.”

“Uh huh. We’ll discuss this later. How was your exam?”

“I think I aced it. I invited Melinda and her family to our soiree.”

“Good job on both of those."

“I’m heading home now; do you need me to pick up anything for dinner?”

“Nope. It’s Grant’s turn.”

“Great, I’ve always wanted food poisoning.”

“I think he’s planning to pick up sushi at Osaka.”

“Oh, I can do that for him.”

“Strange how your tune changes when there’s sushi in the offing. Now hang up and come home; we’re going out tonight.”

“I remember. Tell Grant to give me a ring if he wants me to make the pick up and I’ll see you in a bit.”

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Ian got out of the shower, dried off and put on the black slacks and a dark green v-neck sweater he’d chosen earlier. He checked the mirror and fed fed his hair a bit. Oh, he still had it.

“Looking good, Ian.”

“Thank you Michael.” Ian turned to watch Michael strip down. “What are you wearing?”

“I don’t know. You want to pick something out for me?”

“Sure.” Ian hated to leave a naked and wet Michael but full reign to dress his spouse? He couldn’t pass that up.

When Michael finished showering, he walked into bedroom to find Ian holding one shirt and then another next to a pair of dark blue jeans. “I like the red shirt but not if you’re wearing green.”

Ian paused and held the red shirt next to his sweater. “Oh, right. It’s Christmas but we’ll be too cutesy. I like you in red though.” He pouted for a moment. “Okay, you wear the red and I’ll change.”

“Up to you.” Michael dropped his towel and reached into his underwear drawer.

“Or we could just stay home.” Ian said absently as he watched Michael pull on a pair of boxer briefs.

“Do you not want to go out?”

“Huh? Oh, sure; it’ll be fun.”

Michael took the red shirt that Ian was still holding, tossed it on bed and slipped his arms around Ian’s waist, pulling them together. “You’ve been a little strange the last couple of days; what’s going on?”

“I’m not sure. It’s like I see you naked or you move in a certain way and boing,” Ian gestured to his crotch. “I’m really starting to wonder who the sex maniac is in this relationship. I look at you and all I can k abk about is having you inside of me.”

“Do you think it was because I was gone for a few days?”

“That might be part of it. I will gladly admit that I’ve been a bit greedy in bed lately but-”

“It’s not being greedy if we’re both enjoying it.”

“Okay maybe that’s it then. You’re enjoying it too.”

“Ian, I’ve always enjoyed it.”

“But you're more sure of yourself. You used to suggest things that we both ended up liking but now you just go with it and expect me to follow. I’m certainly not complaining over here. We were good before and it’s only getting better.”

“Oh, okay. I can live with that, you know how much I like driving you wild.” Michael said as he nipped Ian’s neck.

“You keep doing that and we’ll never leave the house.” Ian tilted his head and clutched at Michael’s waist tay uay upright.

“Maybe we should stay in tonight; you taste so good.”

Michael started to unbutton Ian’s shirt when there was a very loud knocking on their bedroom door, causing them to spring apart in surprise.

“Ian! Are you done yet? Hurry it up!” Grant’s voice was obscenely cheerful and Michael gave Ian a look as he scrambled to put on his pants.

“You see what you did here?”

“Grant! Shut up! We’ll be out in a minute.” Ian yelled at the door before lowering his voice. “All right, I’m sorry and I should have known he’d retaliate. I’ll never do it again.”

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The seating arrangements were tricky things. If Grant and Pieter were in the backseat, it was a sure bet that one of them (usually Grant) wouldn’t be fully clothed by the time they arrived. Allowing Grant and Ian to share the backseat had led to Michael pulling over and threatening to dump them both on the side of the road.

That left one option: Ian and Pieter in the back seat didn't didn’t look very happy about it and Michael could admit to being less than thrilled with the idea himself.

“Michael, I just can’t deal with that. You know if we let them sit back there together we’ll both regret it.”

“I have some ear plugs; we could wear those.”

“Pieter would still kick my seat to get me take his side of whatever they’re arguing over.”

“Grant, you wouldn’t automatically be on my side?” Pieter asked as he snaked an arm around Grant’s waist and smiled up at him.

“I’m always on your side.” Grant assured him, snuggling up.

Ian started to make a gesture with his hand but Michael grabbed him by the wrist.

“Why did you do that?”

“Because you were going to make a rude gesture. Here.” Michael put the car keys in Ian’s hand. “You’re driving. Grant’s in front with you and Pieter and I will take the backseat. Can we get going all ready?”

“The master has spoken I suppose.” Grant gave Pieter a little kiss and got in the front passenger seat. Pieter and Michael got in the back and everyone waited for Ian to move. Once he was behind the wheel, he started to say something but shook his head and started the car.

Three miles down the road, Grant turned to look at Pieter who was sitting behind Ian. “He was going to say that Michael is not his master but we know better. Ow! Michael there’s no need for violence!”

“Grant, if you must know I was going to say that we’re all Michael’s bitches.” Ian said as he stuck his tongue out at Grant. “Ow! Pieter!”

“Watch your language, Ian.” Pieter dropped his hand and looked at Michael. “You know, I think this will work.”

“We’re going to have to wear helmets.” Grant whispered to Ian.

“Or you two could just behave. That’s always an option.” Michael said.

“Do you have ears like a bat? Oh, wait. Look who I’m asking.” Grant quipped as he ducked forward.

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The dance floor at Appetite was loud, crowded and sweaty as the DJ kept the music pumping through the sound system. Ian held on to Michael’s hips and moved to beat, not really caring what the song was. He was too busy staring into Michael’s half closed eyes and thinking of how long the trip home was going to take.

Michael moved a couple of inches forward and bumped his groin into Ian’s, fully aware of Ian’s thoughts. He draped an arm over Ian’s shoulders and checked his watch. It was after eleven and they did have to drive down to Baltimore in the morning so he stepped back and grabbed Ian’s hand; tilting his head towards the stairs. The second floor was quieter and less crowded and Michael stopped near the bar.

“Any idea where Pieter and Grant got to?”

“No but Grant’s got his phone on vibrate so let me call him.” Ian pulled out his phone and found the right number, pressing the send button. A phone started ringing right behind them and they turned to see Grant and Pieter grinning at them.

“We saw you leave and figured it was time to go.” Pieter yelled.

ter,ter, use your indoor voice.”

“Oh. Right. The music was a bit loud wasn’t it?” Pieter asked in a much quieter voice.

“Yeah, so are you two ready or do you want to stay longer?”

Ian made a frantic gesture at Grant behind Michael’s back and Grant quickly said, “No, we’re ready.”

“Great, let’s hit the coat check and get out of here.” Ian took charge of Michael, much to his amusement, and led them down to the first floor. It took only a moment to reclaim their jackets and they were back in the car ten minutes later.

“Ian, I wanted to leave too. You didn’t have rush us out of there.” Michael said as he started the car.

“I wasn’t taking any chances. Pieter, if one item of clothing is removed in the backseat you two are walking home.”

There was a frantic scramble in the back seat before Pieter answered rather peevishly, “Why do you care?”

“Because if I’m not getting any, you’re not getting any.”

“That’s so typical you selfish bastard. Ow! Pieter, are you just going to let Michael hit me like that?”

“If he can reach you, he can hit you. Grant stop that!”

“We’re trading seats. He won’t be able to reach me over there.”

“I can’t believe I’m going to say this but get off me Grant. Sit down and put on your seat belt. The man’s got a seven foot wingspan, you wouldn’t be safe anywhere.”

Grant buckled back in and the car was quiet except for whispers in the backseat. They were almost home when Grant threw up his hands and leaned forward. “I’m sorry I called you a selfish bastard, Ian.”

“Huh? Oh. No worries Grant. I didn’t take it seriously.”

“Still, I shouldn’t have said it.”

“Then I accept your apology.”

There was silence again until they were inside and raiding the fridge for a late night snack.

“So what are you guys doing while we’re down in Baltimore? Are you sure you don’t want to come along?”

“Thanks for offering, Michael but we’re going to finish unpacking our things and just have a nice quiet Christmas. What time are you leaving tomorrow?” Grant asked.

“Around ten, we’re supposed to have lunch with Fred and Jackie so that will give us time to drive down and get to Colleen and Beth’s.”

“You’re not staying with Debs?” Pieter asked as he picked out another California roll.

“Nah, Brendan, Angie and the twins are flying in from Tucson. Mom and Ryan only have two guest rooms. We were going to stay at a hotel but Colleen offered her guest room. I felt kind of weird refusing.”

“I still don’t understand why, Michael. They’re charming women and we’ll be fine.”

“I do like them but staying with them is different from just hanging out with them. Anyone want the last of the Seafood Udon?”

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Michael waited for Gizmo and Gadget to finish their business in the back yard and looked through the mail that had piled up since Monday. He and Ian usually sat down every other week to pay bills and deal with any paperwork but first he needed to sort through things.

Two utility bills, the Visa bill, car insurance renewal and his cell phone bill all went into to do tray, junk mail went into the trash and he was left with a thick envelope from a law firm in Pittsburgh. It was addressed to him and marked ‘personal and confidential’ but anything legal usually went to his business manager.

He let the dogs in and slit the envelope, flipping open the papers. He found himself sitting down quickly, almost missing the chair when he read that he was being named in a paternity suit. He was still sitting there ten minutes later Pieter came up to get an aspirin

“Michael? What’s wrong?”

Michael merely handed the papers over to Pieter, not able to say anything. Pieter started reading and sat down himself.

“Do you know this woman? This Sara Eldridge?”

“Yes, we dated about seven years ago for ten minutes.”

“So there’s a possibility?”

“There’s always a possibility, I did have sex with her. I used a condom but they’re not fool proof.”

“What are you going to tell Ian?”

“Tell Ian what?” Ian asked from the doorway. “What’s going on?”

Pieter got up and squeezed Michael’s shoulder as he slipped back down the stairs.

“I’ve been named in a paternity suit.” Michael waved his hand at the papers.

“Oh. Was it someone you knew?” Ian asked calmly as he walked toward the kitchen table.

“Sara Eldridge, we dated when I was in high school.”

“Okay. Is it boy or a girl?” Ian sat down next to Michael, picking up the letter and scanning it over as he took Michael’s hand.

“I didn’t even get that far.”

“A girl, six years old. Her name’s Chloe. What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. This hasn’t ever happened to me before.”

“You need to call Tim, see if he can recommend someone who handles these kinds of cases,” Ian paused when Michael began to protest, " I’m not saying that you should fight this. If she’s your daughter then of course we’ll take care of her but I’m wondering why Sara waited so long to pursue this. You’ll need to take a paternity test before you make any decisions.”

“We?”

“Huh?”

“You said we’ll take care of her.”

“We’re married; if she’s daughter then she’s my daughter too.”

“You’re not mad?”

Ian pulled Michael into his lap and gathered him close. “Of course I’m not mad. I’m not jumping with joy but this isn’t your fault.”

“Thank you baby. For that and for your support. I just didn’t know what to do.” Michael put his arms around Ian, holding him tightly.

There was a light knock at the basement door and Grant stuck his head into the kitchen. “You guys okay? Pieter told me…”

“Yes, Grant we’re fine.” Ian said.

“You know we’re here for you both, right?”

Michael wiped his eyes and twisted around to look at Grant. “Thanks, Grant. I, we really appreciate that.”

“Just wanted to let you know. We’ll see you in the morning.” Grant shut the door as quietly as he’d opened it, leaving Ian and Michael alone again.

“They’re good friends.”

“Yes, they are. Why don’t we go on upstairs and try to sleep love?”

“I’m not sure I can sleep but I’ll give it a try.”

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They got ready for bed without talking, meeting in the middle of the bed a few minutes later; Ian spooning up behind Michael to offer him what comfort he could.

“Ian?”

“Yes love?”

“Would you make love to me?”

Ian sat up and looked down at Michael, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I want- I need to be close to you tonight. It’s like my whole world just tilted and you’re the only thing that’s still the same.”

Ian’s answer was to gently turn Michael over and kiss him deeply, running his hand up and down Michael’s back. Michael responded slowly but with increasing enthusiasm, dragging his leg up along the outside of Ian’s and curling it around Ian’s thigh.

As he licked and sucked Michael’s cock, Ian opened the lube and leisurely stroked the gel into Michael’s anus.

Michael whimpered and clutched at the sheets as Ian entered him, raising his arms to wrap them around Ian. “Oh god baby, you feel so good.”

“You’re so tight again.” Ian panted out, trying not to come as Michael’s passage closed around him. Ian reflected that it had been a while since they made love like this and he’d obviously been neglecting his spouse. “Hang on, love.” Ian slid back and then thrust in, putting his back into it.

Michael groaned loudly and arched up to meet his thrust, his legs rising to wrap around Ian’s hips. “More, baby.”

After what seemed like a long time, Ian was gasping as he rested his head on Michael’s shoulder. He was so close but Michael didn’t seem to by anywhere near ready. He slid his hand down to Michael’s penis and stroked several times, using just the right touch and pressure to push Michael over the edge. Ian was finally able to let go and came a moment later.

Michael quickly got up and went into the bathroom, not stopping to cuddle afterwards. Ian closed his eyes and flopped onto his back, trying to get his breathing under control. A moment later he heard the shower come on and sighed.

He hadn’t lied to Michael; he really did feel that if this little girl was actually Michael’s daughter they would handle it together. Michael, however, not only had to deal with the fact that he might be a father he’d also missed a large portion of his child’s life.

Ian got up and padded into the bathroom to find Michael sitting on the floor of the shower with his hands over his face, the water cascading down around him. Ian saw Michael’s shoulder’s shake and stepped in the cubicle, pulling Michael up and into his arms.

Michael cried so long that Ian had to turn off the water to prevent them from getting a cold shower. He chivvied Michael out of the cubicle, dried him off and got him back into bed, keeping up a steady stream of comforting sounds. Michael didn’t need words right now; he just wanted something to hold on to.

A half hour later, he blew his nose on a tissue and curled back into Ian’s chest. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For using you to try to forget.”

“It’s okay, that’s one of the things I’m here for. You’ve had a bad shock, it’s not every day you find out you may be a father.”

Michael was silent for a couple of minutes. “You know I’ve always wanted children.”

“Yes, I know. We’ve talked about it several times.”

Michael reached for the reading light over their bed. “Watch your eyes; I’m turning on the light.”

Ian put his hand over his eyes for a moment and then blinked to adjust his sight to see Michael sitting cross legged, hugging a pillow.

“I don’t want kids right now. Not that I won’pporpport Chloe if she is my daughter but I’ve got almost three years of school left and the next Olympics. Where’s a child supposed to fit in here, especially one that lives in Pittsburgh? I know I’m being really selfish but I like our life the way it is.”

“I don’t think you’re being selfish. Are you talking about just offering financial support?”

“No, I couldn’t do that. I’d want to get to know her, at the very least. There’s this kid out there who hasn’t had a dad for six years. God, how do I explain that to her?”

“She’s too young to tell her the truth but we’ll figure something out.”

“And my family. My mom’s going to have a heart attack.”

“Your mom will be thrilled to have a grandchild.”

Over the next two hours, Michael tried to imagine every scenario possible while Ian reassured him that they could handle whatever came up. By four am, they were all talked out and Michael fell asleep in mid-sentence, leaving Ian to move him back up to the head of the bed and under the covers.

As Ian turned off the light and wrapped himself around Michael, he wondered what Chloe was like and if she was Michael’s daughter.
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