[fic] Baby Daddy, Part 2
Title: Baby Daddy, Part 2
Rating: mild NC-17
Pairing: OMC/Jim, eventual Bones/Jim
Warning: mpreg, teenagers who are really too young
Thanks: To both lifebehindadesk and hebrewhammer42 for the awesome beta.
Click Here for Part 1
Riverside 2248
“Uh,” Jim whined, and sunk into the bed, Clayton rutting enthusiastically behind him. Jim’s shoes were still on, his jeans and boxers pulled down to his knees. He moaned into the pillow, hands gripping the sheets as Clay rocked back and forth into him.
The next day was the first day Winona noticed the hickeys. She was furious and worried. “Please Jim, please, please don’t get that girl of yours pregnant. Can I meet her? I think all of us should talk - us, and her parents.”
Of course Jim refused, and that started a whole new argument, and they separated later that week unhappily. He stiffly hugged her good-bye as she boarded the shuttle for Starfleet. Winona had a feeling that Jim was hiding something bigger than a horny girlfriend. Jim couldn’t make up his mind whether he was happy or angry that she was bugging off to space.
Jim threw up the next morning, and he felt just miserable. His mother was not there to comfort him.
----------------------------------
“Aw fuck,” Jim moaned again, his chest heaving up and down. Clayton kissed his way down, from collarbone to the softness of Jim’s stomach, gently teething the ticklish skin.
“You’re getting fat kid,” Clay teases.
“Shudup, and suck me.”
----------------------------------
James has gained weight. His waist has grown larger and larger, and there’s now a noticeable curve when he looks at himself sideways in the mirror.
Determined to control the problem, Jim counts calories and works out.
But that doesn’t solve the problem, and several weeks later the measuring tape tells Jim he’s gained another half inch.
Frank has now noticed, and mocked him once or twice during arguments. It’s usually completely irrelevant to whatever they’re arguing about, and below the belt, but it still affects Jim, usually when he’s alone in his room, upset, angry and hating the world.
No one has said anything at school yet. His growing gut is only noticeable in the locker room anyway. The guys might heckle him about zits, or a bad shot in basketball, or about sucking college boy cock, but they kindly turn a blind eye to his weight gain. It might just be too awkward to acknowledge.
----------------------------------
He’s now strictly avoiding all fats and carbs, eating almost all of his calories as lean protein, probably not getting enough veggies, and he’s learned about a dozen exercises that he does every morning and night with the barbells in his room. There is some truly nice definition showing on his arms and pecs. And bizarrely, his abs are firming up, but the bulge is still there.
But whenever he goes to Clayton’s apartment, he throws away all of his healthy rules to get shitfaced. Jim’s on his third beer now, and determined to reach seven by the end of tonight. And if he coerces Clay into bringing out the shots, it’ll be a great night. Drink, and drink, and drink some more.
He wakes up twice that night to pee. Lately, it feels like there’s a knot of lead in his intestines, and it’s pressing down on his bladder.
----------------------------------
Finally, Frank decides that he needs to take Jim to the doctor. The bulge is noticeable under a t-shirt, and Jim should be gaining inches in other areas like his arms and legs if this was normal weight gain. Jim has been having nightmares of intestinal worms or tumors.
The doctor purses her lips as she examines James.
“Have you been drinking, James?”
“Pft, no.” He scoffs.
“Sexually active?”
“Maybe.”
“Drugs?”
“Do pixie sticks count?”
Whatever her tricorder tells her must be very interesting, because she does more tests and refuses to explain to Jim what she’s looking for.
Finally she seems to make up her mind, giving Jim an odd look. She pulls Frank into the room before telling them the most mortifying thing James has ever heard.
----------------------------------
Click Here for Part Three
Rating: mild NC-17
Pairing: OMC/Jim, eventual Bones/Jim
Warning: mpreg, teenagers who are really too young
Thanks: To both lifebehindadesk and hebrewhammer42 for the awesome beta.
Click Here for Part 1
Riverside 2248
“Uh,” Jim whined, and sunk into the bed, Clayton rutting enthusiastically behind him. Jim’s shoes were still on, his jeans and boxers pulled down to his knees. He moaned into the pillow, hands gripping the sheets as Clay rocked back and forth into him.
The next day was the first day Winona noticed the hickeys. She was furious and worried. “Please Jim, please, please don’t get that girl of yours pregnant. Can I meet her? I think all of us should talk - us, and her parents.”
Of course Jim refused, and that started a whole new argument, and they separated later that week unhappily. He stiffly hugged her good-bye as she boarded the shuttle for Starfleet. Winona had a feeling that Jim was hiding something bigger than a horny girlfriend. Jim couldn’t make up his mind whether he was happy or angry that she was bugging off to space.
Jim threw up the next morning, and he felt just miserable. His mother was not there to comfort him.
----------------------------------
“Aw fuck,” Jim moaned again, his chest heaving up and down. Clayton kissed his way down, from collarbone to the softness of Jim’s stomach, gently teething the ticklish skin.
“You’re getting fat kid,” Clay teases.
“Shudup, and suck me.”
----------------------------------
James has gained weight. His waist has grown larger and larger, and there’s now a noticeable curve when he looks at himself sideways in the mirror.
Determined to control the problem, Jim counts calories and works out.
But that doesn’t solve the problem, and several weeks later the measuring tape tells Jim he’s gained another half inch.
Frank has now noticed, and mocked him once or twice during arguments. It’s usually completely irrelevant to whatever they’re arguing about, and below the belt, but it still affects Jim, usually when he’s alone in his room, upset, angry and hating the world.
No one has said anything at school yet. His growing gut is only noticeable in the locker room anyway. The guys might heckle him about zits, or a bad shot in basketball, or about sucking college boy cock, but they kindly turn a blind eye to his weight gain. It might just be too awkward to acknowledge.
----------------------------------
He’s now strictly avoiding all fats and carbs, eating almost all of his calories as lean protein, probably not getting enough veggies, and he’s learned about a dozen exercises that he does every morning and night with the barbells in his room. There is some truly nice definition showing on his arms and pecs. And bizarrely, his abs are firming up, but the bulge is still there.
But whenever he goes to Clayton’s apartment, he throws away all of his healthy rules to get shitfaced. Jim’s on his third beer now, and determined to reach seven by the end of tonight. And if he coerces Clay into bringing out the shots, it’ll be a great night. Drink, and drink, and drink some more.
He wakes up twice that night to pee. Lately, it feels like there’s a knot of lead in his intestines, and it’s pressing down on his bladder.
----------------------------------
Finally, Frank decides that he needs to take Jim to the doctor. The bulge is noticeable under a t-shirt, and Jim should be gaining inches in other areas like his arms and legs if this was normal weight gain. Jim has been having nightmares of intestinal worms or tumors.
The doctor purses her lips as she examines James.
“Have you been drinking, James?”
“Pft, no.” He scoffs.
“Sexually active?”
“Maybe.”
“Drugs?”
“Do pixie sticks count?”
Whatever her tricorder tells her must be very interesting, because she does more tests and refuses to explain to Jim what she’s looking for.
Finally she seems to make up her mind, giving Jim an odd look. She pulls Frank into the room before telling them the most mortifying thing James has ever heard.
----------------------------------
Click Here for Part Three