“Hormones”
Dan’s POV
When Justin and Brian walked into the diner I was shocked to see them scowling at each other. They have been the happiest couple on Liberty Avenue the last few months, now what’s going on. I watch as Justin sits down in their normal booth, while Brian makes his way to the bathroom. Thinking it the perfect time, I walk up to Justin and sit down next to him.
“So, are you going to tell me why those eyes aren’t all Sunshiney.”
He turns to look at me, like it was the first time he even noticed I’ve sat down. Instead of saying anything he just shakes his head and continues to pout.
“He’s pissed at me for eating the last double chocolate muffin.” Brian tells me as he sits down across from us.
This causes me to bust up laughing. “Isn’t Brian supposed to be the pregnant one?”
I watch as they both look at each other, and then I’m sure Justin has said something quietly, but I couldn’t make out what it was. “Excuse me?”
“I said, that I’m pregnant too.” He says a little louder this time.
My eyes are as wide as saucers I’m sure. “Holy shit Sunshine, congrats.” I exclaim, pulling him in for one of my famous hugs.
He smiles a little, but I can tell he’s still not happy by the way he is not relaxing into my arms. Turning to Brian, I glare at him.
“Why did you eat the muffin? You of all people should know what it’s like to have cravings.”
Brian glares at me and makes that huffing sound he’s so good at. “Why am *I* the bad guy. I didn’t fucking know he wanted the muffin. I didn’t see his name written on it anywhere.”
Rolling my eyes I pat Justin on the back and get up from the table. That is not an argument I care to be a part of. Two pregnant people fighting could get ugly.
“What can I get you guys to eat?”
“A double chocolate muffin.” Justin mumbles.
*****@*****
Brian’s POV
“Are you still mad at me for the muffin thing?” I ask Justin as we walk down the street towards Babylon that night. We had told the guys we would join them, even though drinking was out of the question.
Justin doesn’t say anything to me as he walks up the steps to the club, not even bothering to show the bouncer his ID. That was one of the perks to knowing me in the beginning.
I race up after him and push him lightly against one of the walls at the entrance of the club. “Justin, I told you I was sorry. Would you stop being a little twat and come have a good time with me? It’s been months since both of us have been here.”
He sighs and turns away from me for a second before looking me in the eye again. “I’ll have fun, but not for you.” He says before walking into the club, intent on finding the rest of our friends.
I’m still standing off to the side when I feel a hand on my shoulder.
“I asked you to come to have fun. Not stand around and pout.” Michael says to me.
Turning to look at him I sigh. “Sorry Mikey, I’m not meaning to be a fucking stick in the mud.”
Michael laughs. “You’re not, it’s just I hate to see you upset. What’s wrong?”
“Justin’s pregnant.”
Michael’s eyes go wide and I can’t help but laugh. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding!”
When I shake my head he seems to understand that I’m not kidding. Getting serious, he rests his hand on my shoulder again. “Why is that making you sad?”
“It’s not the fact that he’s pregnant that’s making me sad. It’s the fact that he’s been angry at me all day because I hate his fucking muffin.”
Michael busts up laughing. “I do remember a time five months ago when I ate two of your French fries and you had a conniption fit. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so mad. Of course at the time, I just thought you were PMSing like crazy.
I glare at Michael and sigh. “I know he’s not doing it on purpose, but it’s making me wonder how we are going to survive the next few months with us both being pregnant. We’re both at two different ends of the whole thing, which makes us moody for two different reasons.
“And horny.” Michael points out and causes me to laugh.
“I haven’t gotten to see the horny part yet. He’s been spending too much time cursing at me.”
“Then go and dance with him, getting angry isn’t going to make things better. You just have to act like nothing is happening.”
I raise an eyebrow at Michael. “Since when did you become the expert in pregnancy?”
Michael blushes and shrugs his shoulders. “It just seemed like common sense, that’s all.”
Laughing, I push myself off of the wall and finally make my way into the main part of the dance club I used to spend most of my time in. I feel like a stranger now, even though there are numerous guys saying welcome back, not to mention checking me out. I never could understand what some guys find sexy in pregnant people.
I spot Justin leaning against the bar with Ted and Emmett drinking a bottle of water. Emmett must be talking about something really interesting because he’s using hand motions. Making my way through the crowd I reach the guys just in time to hear Ted mention something about a baby shower. Oh, hell no!
“Hey there guys, did I just hear somebody mention a baby shower?”
Emmett smiles big and nods. “Yeah, I was thinking we could throw you and Justin a combined baby shower.”
I turn to Justin to see him looking down at his feet, as if I was going to be mad at him for telling the guys about his pregnancy.
“You guys do know that we’re six months different in this whole thing. I’m due in March. Justin isn’t due until September.” Thought I would point that out. Besides, sometimes it’s still fun to watch how quickly Emmett can go from extremely happy to down right pouting in a matter of seconds, which he does before he pulls Ted away from the bar, intent on going out and dancing away his sorrows.
Now Justin and I are left alone by the bar and I walk closer to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Would you like to dance?” I whisper in his ear.
I feel him shiver and I know I’ve got him right where I want him. “Please, Justin, I’m sorry about the muffin. I’ll buy you a whole dozen double chocolate muffins tomorrow.”
For the first time that day he relaxes in my arms and leans against my seven month pregnant stomach. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a pain in the ass.” He says over the loud pounding music.
Laughing, I shake my head and kiss the top of his. “I know you can’t help it. Remember I’ve been 6 weeks pregnant before.”
He laughs along with me before he turns around in my arms, a smirk on his face. I’m not sure why, but that smirk scares me a little. “Didn’t you just ask me if I wanted to dance?” he says doing a pelvic thrust that almost makes my knees go weak.
Groaning, I take his hand and lead him out onto the dance floor. Once we find a spot in the middle, I pull him closer to me and start to grind against him to the beat of the music.
He quickly meets my movements and we begin a very sexual dance. I can feel him harden against my thigh that he’s practically humping and it turns me on even more. It has been almost four days since we’ve done anything remotely sexual. Life has been busy and he hadn’t been in the mood. But that sure isn’t the case right now.
“Fuck, Justin.” I groan in his ear as his hands move down to grab my ass, my hands following suit.
I hear him groan back and I can hear his breath quicken as so does his motions on my leg. Holy shit! He’s going to cum right here if I don’t stop things. Moving my hands from his ass I push his chest a little so he will back up. “Slow down, you’re going to be coming in your pants if you don’t watch it.” I say in a humorous tone.
He blushes a little and looks around the room, more than likely looking for some quiet corner to take me to. I almost laugh out loud at the desperate look on his face. Reaching out I take his arm and start to pull him to the door but he stops, rooting his feet in their place. Turning around, I see him shaking his head.
“I don’t want to go home. I need you! NOW!” He almost whines, but I can see the raw need in his eyes.
It’s my turn to look around the room when my eyes land on the stairs leading down to the back room. I never thought I would be down there again. Part of me isn’t sure I want to, but then I look back at Justin who is standing there with the biggest hard-on I’ve ever seen in his tight black jeans and I know I’m going to give him what he wants.
Grabbing his hand I lead him down the steps and into the dark room where the only noises you can hear are heaving, breathing, and cries of pleasure.
*****@*****
Justin’s POV
I don’t think I have ever been so horny in my life. When I was dancing with Brian, I seriously didn’t care if I came in my jeans. It felt so good. Now that we’re down in the backroom I’m more than ready to have him inside of me. It’s been a long time since Brian and I have had sex in public. It used to be a part of our week back when we first started our strange relationship. Brian called it our ‘date nights’, which normally consisted of going to the baths and fucking a bunch of different guys. At the time, I was just happy to be with Brian, that I didn’t care I wasn’t the only person he was with.
But now walking in the backroom, nothing is the same. Sure there are the same sweaty bodies and sex noises, but Brian is different. We’re different. I’m the only person he’s with, and the only person he will be with.
I’m shaken from my thoughts when Brian walks up behind me, wrapping his arms around my stomach. There is no mistaking that he is as turned on as I am. His erection pressing firmly against my ass is a pretty good indicator.
“Fuck me.” I whisper as I lean back against him.
I hear him groan and feel his cock twitch from inside of his paternity jeans. Before I know what’s happening to me I’m being pushed against the wall and Brian is on his knees eyeing my crotch. I wasn’t really expecting a blow job. We haven’t really done that since we got back together. It must have been the atmosphere that got him in the mood and I really don’t feel like complaining once his mouth is wrapped around my cock, sucking me into the back of his throat. God, Brian’s mouth had always felt like heaven around my cock. For the longest time it was the only part of Brian I was allowed inside. To be honest, I would have been ok with this for the rest of my life. I wouldn’t have minded a one-sided relationship when it came to sex. When he finally let me inside of him that one fateful morning, I was surprised I didn’t have to pressure him further. It was as if he was finally letting me inside, and by that I mean his heart not just his ass.
Speaking of asses, Brian now has my pants down around my knees and his hands are kneading the naked flesh of what everybody likes to call my bubble butt. Personally, I never really understood what it was about my ass that everybody liked, but I never complained. Okay, so now there are fingers in my ass, and one of them just hit my prostate. Oh, holy mother of god. My hips trust up and feel Brian’s gag reflexes working overtime to take me all the way inside.
He continues sucking me for a few minutes until I know I can’t hold on any longer. I don’t want to cum like that so I push at his head until he lets go of my cock and looks up at me, worry written all over his face.
“Are you ok?” He asks me and I nod my head. I’m too out of breath to say anything more. So instead, I help him to his feet, my hand going down to rest on his own bulging crotch. “Fuck me.” I say the words again, thinking maybe this time he will get the point that I want him inside of me, not sucking me.
Finally, he actually listens to me and I hear the zipper on his jeans go down and then the rustle of fabric before I feel his hot, hard cock pressing against my ass. Bracing myself against the wall, Brian thrust inside and automatically started moving. I could tell he was trying to do it as fast as possible because the position wouldn’t be too comfortable for him. The fact that we were already so far gone had something to do with it too.
Christ, I feel like my body is about ready to spontaneously combust at any second. Brian knows exactly where to aim to make me scream. Part of me wonders if that is because he knows my body so well, or if that’s something he’s learned through years and years of fucking numerous guys. I don’t care at the moment though, because I’m the only one who he’s thinking about right now. I’m the only one he’s fucking and god it feels good.
He’s picking up the pace now and I know he’s close. Hell, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t either. I’ve been ready to cum since my cock was deep down his throat. With a few more thrusts I feel his body start to shake and then there is one of the best feelings in the world, the feeling of cum shooting deep inside of me. Most people would think that was the most disgusting feeling in the world, but to me, it’s the best feeling I could possibly have. It tells me that after all these years Brian Kinney is finally mine. There are no barriers between us, nothing keeping us apart.
Brian pulls out of me and turns me around for a soft kiss on the lips. “That was amazing.” He tells me and I have to agree. Nothing is better than pregnancy hormones. Well, the good kind that is.
TO BE CONTINUED…
