[fic] Baby Daddy, Part 1
Title: Baby Daddy The Boy Who Was Too Young
Rating: mild NC-17
Pairing: OMC/Jim, Bones/Jim
Warning: mpreg, teenagers who are really too young
Thanks: To both lifebehindadesk and hebrewhammer42 for the awesome beta.
Notes: In case you didn’t see the warning, this is mpreg. Written this prompt here, which I have actually responded to twice, with one het response and now this. This is not the first prompt I have double filled to, and I feel a little geeky.
Chicago 2253
The man looks kind, but Jacob knows to not trust strangers.
"Hey there." The man smiles, hopeful and sad.
Jacob smiles back, but doesn't step forward. He hugs the slide’s support pole, and hides half his face behind it, shyly.
"You probably don't even remember me. That's okay. At least, well...there's not much I can do about it now." The man hangs his head, and Jacob thinks the stranger might be crying. Jacob almost steps forward to touch the man's head in comfort, but is too uncertain whether that would be okay or not.
The man looks up, and his eyes are determined. "Jacob, I want you to know I love you. I wish I could be there for you. I wish I could… could be with you. Remember me, okay? Please?"
Jacob nods, because when adults ask you something, and you don't understand, you should nod.
Swiftly, the man hugs him, the way Jacob's granddad does, so tight it hurts. And then the man leaves in a hurry, like he doesn't want to be seen.
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Riverside 2248
Winona used to drive her two boys to Iowa City for a fun afternoon, or to go to her favorite Italian restaurant. It was about 30 miles north of Riverside, and they went often.
When Jim was 15, he snuck away with several friends for a night on the town in Iowa City. Sam had run away to college earlier that year, which led to Jim spending more time with classmates, less with family. Their high school football team was playing in the regionals tonight at an Iowa City high school, and Jim left his mother and step-father on the far side of the bleachers to sit with Robert and Michael, and the quieter Zack. Twenty minutes into the game all four of them snuck out of sight, giggling like little kids.
The goal was to find a bar where no one knew them. But they didn't find any taverns as they walked through the opposing team's high school grounds, or through the neighborhood of middle class houses, and into the shopping area. They did find a grocery store, restaurants, gas stations and a strip mall. It was in a gas station, where Michael threw a Twinkie into the old fashion hot dog turner and Robert snickered as the plastic wrapper melted, that Jim met Clayton.
The college student drove up in an antique that immediately caught Jim's attention. Jim slipped outside, and approached the young man who was filling the car with gasoline.
"How long you had this?" Jim asked casually, an eye on the old Ford.
The college boy glanced at Jim out of the corner of his eye. "It was a gift from my pop. We've had it for generations. I bet you've never seen one before, huh?"
"My dad had one." Jim says it in a friendly, neutral way, with no hint at the bad memories. Frank already ruined the evening, by yelling at him on the drive here. Winona was tired, and angry at both of them. It had been a tense car ride.
The college boy scoffs, and sarcastically says, "Oh really?" But Jim doesn't care because t's goal tonight isn't cars.
"Where you headed?" The fifteen-year-old asks.
"Meeting up with some friends."
And through Jim's charm and persistence, Clayton ends up taking all four high schoolers with him. They drive through the city, night air cool, all the neon lights on and Jim feels that maybe this is what it would feel like to drive through Las Vegas. They reach the other end of the city, where the University of Iowa is. Clayton pulls up to a small apartment complex and they all head upstairs, where college friends are bewildered at the guests, but amused. Beer is passed around; the teenagers are thrilled, and the undergrads get a kick out of seeing the kids drunk.
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Jim was grounded for a month after that stunt, but he snuck off again to meet Clayton. He stole his mom’s modern car a few times, coerced Robert’s older sister to drive them up there a few other times. And eventually, he found himself at Clayton’s apartment with his hand down Clayton's pants, all the undergrads drunk and laughing and goading him on.
Clayton’s eyes were mocking. With the heat of a velvety cock under his palm, Jim stupidly rose to meet the challenge, sucking the undergrad off in the living room, while friends watched, to prove he wasn’t afraid to.
After that, Clayton made an effort to drive south to Riverside. They spent time in his antique car, went for long rides, and disappeared into the night.
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Click Here for Part Two
Rating: mild NC-17
Pairing: OMC/Jim, Bones/Jim
Warning: mpreg, teenagers who are really too young
Thanks: To both lifebehindadesk and hebrewhammer42 for the awesome beta.
Notes: In case you didn’t see the warning, this is mpreg. Written this prompt here, which I have actually responded to twice, with one het response and now this. This is not the first prompt I have double filled to, and I feel a little geeky.
Chicago 2253
The man looks kind, but Jacob knows to not trust strangers.
"Hey there." The man smiles, hopeful and sad.
Jacob smiles back, but doesn't step forward. He hugs the slide’s support pole, and hides half his face behind it, shyly.
"You probably don't even remember me. That's okay. At least, well...there's not much I can do about it now." The man hangs his head, and Jacob thinks the stranger might be crying. Jacob almost steps forward to touch the man's head in comfort, but is too uncertain whether that would be okay or not.
The man looks up, and his eyes are determined. "Jacob, I want you to know I love you. I wish I could be there for you. I wish I could… could be with you. Remember me, okay? Please?"
Jacob nods, because when adults ask you something, and you don't understand, you should nod.
Swiftly, the man hugs him, the way Jacob's granddad does, so tight it hurts. And then the man leaves in a hurry, like he doesn't want to be seen.
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Riverside 2248
Winona used to drive her two boys to Iowa City for a fun afternoon, or to go to her favorite Italian restaurant. It was about 30 miles north of Riverside, and they went often.
When Jim was 15, he snuck away with several friends for a night on the town in Iowa City. Sam had run away to college earlier that year, which led to Jim spending more time with classmates, less with family. Their high school football team was playing in the regionals tonight at an Iowa City high school, and Jim left his mother and step-father on the far side of the bleachers to sit with Robert and Michael, and the quieter Zack. Twenty minutes into the game all four of them snuck out of sight, giggling like little kids.
The goal was to find a bar where no one knew them. But they didn't find any taverns as they walked through the opposing team's high school grounds, or through the neighborhood of middle class houses, and into the shopping area. They did find a grocery store, restaurants, gas stations and a strip mall. It was in a gas station, where Michael threw a Twinkie into the old fashion hot dog turner and Robert snickered as the plastic wrapper melted, that Jim met Clayton.
The college student drove up in an antique that immediately caught Jim's attention. Jim slipped outside, and approached the young man who was filling the car with gasoline.
"How long you had this?" Jim asked casually, an eye on the old Ford.
The college boy glanced at Jim out of the corner of his eye. "It was a gift from my pop. We've had it for generations. I bet you've never seen one before, huh?"
"My dad had one." Jim says it in a friendly, neutral way, with no hint at the bad memories. Frank already ruined the evening, by yelling at him on the drive here. Winona was tired, and angry at both of them. It had been a tense car ride.
The college boy scoffs, and sarcastically says, "Oh really?" But Jim doesn't care because t's goal tonight isn't cars.
"Where you headed?" The fifteen-year-old asks.
"Meeting up with some friends."
And through Jim's charm and persistence, Clayton ends up taking all four high schoolers with him. They drive through the city, night air cool, all the neon lights on and Jim feels that maybe this is what it would feel like to drive through Las Vegas. They reach the other end of the city, where the University of Iowa is. Clayton pulls up to a small apartment complex and they all head upstairs, where college friends are bewildered at the guests, but amused. Beer is passed around; the teenagers are thrilled, and the undergrads get a kick out of seeing the kids drunk.
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Jim was grounded for a month after that stunt, but he snuck off again to meet Clayton. He stole his mom’s modern car a few times, coerced Robert’s older sister to drive them up there a few other times. And eventually, he found himself at Clayton’s apartment with his hand down Clayton's pants, all the undergrads drunk and laughing and goading him on.
Clayton’s eyes were mocking. With the heat of a velvety cock under his palm, Jim stupidly rose to meet the challenge, sucking the undergrad off in the living room, while friends watched, to prove he wasn’t afraid to.
After that, Clayton made an effort to drive south to Riverside. They spent time in his antique car, went for long rides, and disappeared into the night.
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Click Here for Part Two