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Not to brag or anything, but Methas’s life is absolutely perfect. A successful business, a wonderful and beautiful boyfriend, and a growing family. JJ had told him only two months ago that he was pregnant with their first child and Methas nearly passed out from excitement. Ever since, JJ has glowed in Methas’s eyes more than usual; skin all soft and creamy, eyes bright. It’s only month three and JJ isn’t showing yet but an odd part of Methas can’t wait until his boyfriend is big and round with his child.
Predictably, Wan had been overexcited and loud when told the news, overjoyed at the idea of being an Uncle while Oab tried to corral him away from full frontal tacking JJ to the ground in excitement. And it was at that exact moment that Methas’s golden bubble of peace popped open, letting in a wave of anxiety.
“Honey, you need to relax.” JJ had said later that day, after they arrived home and Methas glued himself to the couch, the laptop nearly overheated with the number of tabs open.
“Relax? Relax?!” Methas had felt his heart nearly pop out of his chest. “Baby, you are about to have a baby! We are going to be parents! And what the fuck do we know about raising a child? Nothing! Did you know it takes babies six months before they can start eating solid food, because I sure didn’t!”
JJ had sighed and plopped down next to Methas on the couch, shoved the laptop to the side and taken Methas’s hand. “Methas, listen to me. Yes, it’s scary being a parent for the first time but we can’t let that fear get to our heads. We are in this together and I know between the two of us we can do a kickass job of raising this kid. I just need you to relax a little first, okay?”
Methas had smiled, cupped JJ’s face, and kissed his boyfriend. “No, you’re right, I’m panicking for no reason. We have months to prepare for the baby; I know we can do this together.”
Which had placated JJ enough not to notice that at every spare opportunity Methas was reading any book or article on parenting and taking care of a baby he could get his hands on. His poor secretary nearly threw her back out lifting a box of books at the office and Methas had given her a raise on the spot.
Most of his frantic preparations had to be done at the office, between phone calls and meetings, so that JJ doesn’t catch on. By the time Methas gets home he has managed to pack his crazy back in the box in order to enjoy a nice dinner and quality time with his boyfriend. JJ, in stark contrast to Methas, is completely calm and easygoing, still going to work despite Methas’s protests.
“I can work up until month eight, you know.” JJ had said as he pulled on his work polo.
“But you don’t have to and you shouldn’t! You should be resting and eating and drinking fluids!” Methas had realized halfway through that he was just telling JJ how to deal with a hangover.
JJ turned to face Methas, hands on hips. “Don’t be ridiculous Methas, I’m pregnant, not dying of cholera. Besides, the baby will be fine, my boss put me on light duty at the clinic. I won’t stop my job just because I’m pregnant. Once the due date gets closer I’ll take my time off and spend the first few months with the baby.”
Methas had bitten his tongue to stop himself saying that JJ never had to work again, knowing that would only cause an argument. Of course JJ would want to go back to work after the baby was born. JJ loved his job.
“What about Rose?” Methas calls out.
The two are spending Saturday at home, to start setting up the nursery. They don’t know the gender of the baby yet but have started volleying names back and forth. JJ is somewhere in the kitchen, loading up the dishwasher while Methas keys up a movie for them to watch over a plate of cookies that JJ couldn’t stop eating.
“No?” Methas calls out when JJ doesn’t respond. “How about Tonkla, for a boy? I really like-”
Methas is taken by surprise when JJ looms up before him, having snuck out of the kitchen to stand before him, all soft sweater and big eyes, shoving the remote out of Methas’s hands and climbing onto Methas’s lap.
Methas’s hands, born of countless such encounters, immediately place a firm hand on JJ’s hips as his boyfriend grinds down. Groaning at the feel, Methas realizes that JJ, wearing a pair of comfy sweats, is already slick with arousal. Methas’s dick perks up in response, ready and eager to go as always when it comes to JJ. His brain, however, decides to intervene. Bastard.
“Baby.” Methas groans again as JJ once more grinds down, eyes hooded as he gazes at Methas with pure arousal. “Baby lets slow down.”
“Why?” JJ breathes, hands tangling around Methas’s neck. “I need you inside me. Now.”
Okay. So. Methas has spent the last two months becoming an expert at everything and anything baby but had neglected to brush up on…well pregnancy. He knew the normal stuff- weird cravings, morning sickness, hormones going crazy. But this sudden horniness seems a little out of left field.
“What about the baby?” Methas holds his hands steady on JJ’s hips to stop his boyfriend’s needy grinding.
“What about the baby?” JJ repeats, leaning back to gaze at Methas. “The baby will be perfectly fine.”
“Yeah but we…we can’t…not while you’re pregnant.” That seems right to Methas.
JJ’s expression goes from horny to absolutely baffled in a second flat. “Of course we can have sex while I’m pregnant. Methas people do it all the time. Sex can even induce labor.”
“It won’t hurt the baby?” Methas asks, although he gets the feeling it’s a stupid question.
“What, you think your dick’s going to poke it or something? No, having sex won’t hurt the baby but it will make me happy.” JJ resumes his grinding and Methas’s dick, which had remained hard through this whole exchange, twitches.
“Huh.” Methas says before curling a hand behind JJ’s neck and pulling his boyfriend in for a kiss.
It’s hot and needy, tongues twining together while Methas’s other hand reaches down to rub at JJ’s clit. JJ breaks off the kiss to pant harshly against Methas’s neck as he rubs harder, feeling the slick soaking through JJ’s sweatpants start to gush.
JJ whines when Methas withdraws his hands, hips chasing the pleasure as it’s taken away. Methas pats JJ’s hips before sliding his hands under JJ’s sweater, grabbing the hem and forcing it over his boyfriend’s head. A t-shirt clings to JJ’s chest and Methas pinches at a nipple before stripping JJ out of that as well.
“Methas, come on!” JJ whines, face flushed, tired already of the teasing and ready for the main event.
“Got somewhere else to be?” Methas asks before taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking.
JJ whines loudly at the feeling, hands clawing at Methas’s back as he sucks harder, running his tongue across the nipple before popping loose and turning to suck at the other nipple, holding JJ’s hips so he can find any friction in Methas’s lap.
Bites down on this nipple, just to hear JJ gasp, before he pulls back. Trails a series of kisses down JJ’s chest, still toned, to lick at his belly button. There is a slight roundness to JJ’s stomach that Methas runs a hand across, touching featherlight and teasing, causing JJ to moan and his whole body to twitch at the touch.
JJ’s pants are soaked at this point and Methas grins as he expertly twists them around, JJ flat on his back on the couch, Methas settled between his legs. Pulls away JJ’s soaked sweatpants and tosses them aside, leaving his boyfriend completely naked. Takes a moment to admire the slicked center of his boyfriend while JJ whines underneath him, legs falling loosely around Methas’s hips.
Methas runs his hands up and down JJ’s thighs, which tremble under his touch, as he leans down and licks at JJ’s folds, once, twice, teasing before plunging his tongue inside JJ’s tight heat. JJ gasps loudly, back arching, as Methas licks deeper and deeper, tasting strawberry on his tongue. JJ grabs Methas’s hair to pull him closer and Methas obliges, licking upwards at JJ’s sweet spot, over and over until JJ is coming with a shout, thighs shaking.
Methas pulls back, strips with brutal efficiency, throws JJ’s legs over his shoulders, lines his aching member with JJ’s heat, waits until his boyfriend comes down from his first orgasm before thrusting his entire length in one brutal thrust inside JJ.
JJ cries out at the feeling, tears of pleasure escaping his eyes as Methas pulls out and thrusts in equally hard, relishing the feeling of JJ squeezing around him. Sets a hard, steady pace, fucking into JJ with single minded determination. One of JJ’s hands is tangled once more in Methas’s hair, the other over his head against the armrest of the sofa to stop his head hitting it with every thrust. As for Methas, he lets one arm take his weight as he starts fucking harder, setting a faster pace that has JJ gasping, while his other hand travels down to once more tease at JJ’s clit, running his nail harshly against the sweet bundle of nerves.
JJ tightens around him at the feeling of being full and his clit being played with and Methas pants harshly against his boyfriend’s neck at the feeling of that wet heat clinging to his dick.
“Come for me baby.” Methas whispers in JJ’s ear when he feels his own orgasm approaching.
JJ groans and comes for a second time, back arching, eyes closed in pleasure as he clenches down hard on Methas’s dick. Methas gives a few more hard thrusts before he tips over into his own orgasm, buried deep in his boyfriend.
After a few minutes of post orgasm haze, Methas pulls out to a whine from JJ to grab a towel and wipe them both down before squeezing onto the couch to cuddle his boyfriend, the both of them still naked.
“See?” JJ says once his breathing has returned to normal. “Perfectly safe.”
“You said sex can induce labor right?” Methas asks.
“Right.” JJ confirms.
“Fucking fantastic.” Methas says, already thinking of how good he’s going to fuck his boyfriend.