The Pros and Cons of the Lotion (Sam/Dave)
Title: The Pros and Cons of the Lotion
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dave
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee
Posted to this Weekly Writing Challenge at gleempreg
The television clicks to life. The football game is on. The roaring of the fans, the deeply boisterous sports announcers are arguing the better team, and the high pitched screams of a couple whistles fill the room as Dave sighs, relaxing into the couch. He's happy to just sit in the fake leather couch and let his fiance get ready. He knows its safer to just clear out of the way while Sam gets ready. It's something he's become increasingly aware of the last couple weeks of Sam's pregnancy. They used to get ready side by side until last week Sam began to exile Dave to the living room. Well, he can bond with football for a few minutes if he has to.
He's just about to turn the volume up when he can hear the clashing clutter and the sound of Sam's voice hollering, "Shit! Dammit!"
Dave's out of that couch in a heart beat, his heart rate only slightly increased. When he gets to the master bathroom he finds Sam leaning against the bathroom counter with one hand while he holds the other palm up to his eye. Dave frowns because Sam has wrapped the towel above the waist, but he voices his concern for Sam's eye first, "Baby, what happened?"
He reaches to run a hand cloth under the sink while Sam, red-faced in embarrassment replies, "I just got some of the lotion in my eyes."
"What lotion?' Dave leaves Sam to soak his eye to nab the lotion before Sam can get a chance to stop him. He looks over the tube before his eyes narrow on the words printed below the label 'prevent and get rid of those stretch marks.'
"Stretch marks." Dave reads out loud, while Sam looks away, embarrassed.
"You have stretch marks?" This time its hard to not notice the awe in the hockey player's voice.
Sam nods slightly, only more confused as Dave reaches, almost immediately to pull the down around the growing belly. The pregnant man tries to stop him, but fails.
"Here, get up here." Dave helps Sam onto the counter for a better look. Sure enough, there's jagged line after jagged line of red vein-like marks racing vertically up Sam's swollen stomach. Smiling Dave gently traces a couple of them, then kissing down the most center line before whispering, 'beautiful'.
Sam's hand instantly pushes Dave away, "No, its not."
"Yeah, Sam, it is, because that's making room for our kid. Ours. And if that's not fucking hot then..."
Dave's sentences trails off while his face twist into an odd look of disgust.
"What?"
"I think I got some of that cream in my mouth. Now that's fucking gross."
Sam smiles, "Then you should probably wash that mouth off so you can kiss me."
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