Fic: Plentiful Bounty, (2/5), J2, Mpreg, Bigbang
| - Part One - |
Please see part one for warnings and notes.
11 weeks - 12 weeks / 7 weeks - 8 weeks
Jensen swallowed heavily as he ended the call with Misha, the cell almost falling from his shaking hand. His heart was pounding wildly in his chest and the nausea that had been plaguing him for weeks swelled with renewed vengeance. He could feel Jared’s eyes on him as he slowly tucked his cell into his Jeans pocket, the maneuver that had become that much harder in the last couple of weeks and Misha had just given him the reason why that was.
What the hell was he going to tell Jared? He couldn’t tell him this in the car. No he was liable to crash and kill them all if he did that. No, this news needed to be delivered while they were sitting in the safety of their couch at home.
Fuck! How did this happen? Okay, he knew exactly how it happened and, oh man, had it been a damn good time those first few weeks when they had found out Jared was pregnant. He never dreamed that this could be the result, though. Shit, Jared was still looking at him expecting an update. He needed to think of something, anything, just until he could get his head around what he had just been told.
“So what did he say? Are you okay? Come on Jen, you’re scaring me?” Jared’s worried questioning broke through his fretting.
He plastered on a happy smile and nodded his assurance, having to swallow heavily at the nausea that was building quickly in its intensity.
“Yeah, fine, nothing to worry about. Just something...ahhh...just a thing that comes and goes and not to fret about,” Jensen choked out as he desperately tried to come up with something to put Jared off for the moment.
“What? ...shit!” Jared swore suddenly as he deftly pulled the car hard to the side, barely missing the streaking blur of black puppy fur that had darted across the road in front of them.
Jensen suppressed his moan of discomfort as the nausea swelled high into the back of his throat at the violent movement of the car.
“Shit, that was close. I’m just going to see if I can get him before he really does manage to get himself run over, “ Jared’s cursed again as he pulled the car over to the side of the street with a screech of brakes.
Jensen was vaguely aware of the slam of the driver’s side door as he panted short calming breaths when his lunch started making a serious bid for freedom and saliva flooded his mouth. Knowing that there was no way he was going to be able to swallow it down, he lunged out the door to fall to his knees and vomited a spectacular Technicolor stream across the grass beneath him.
“Ugh...fuck,” Jensen moaned as his vision swam slightly and another wave overwhelmed him as the sight and smell before him only managed to fuel his nausea.
“Shit, Jen? You okay?”
Jared’s concerned voice pulled him back slightly from his misery. He wiped angrily at his mouth and pushed himself shakily to standing, wobbling slightly before he felt Jared’s arm bracing him to his side.
“What the hell, Jen?” I thought Misha said you were okay?” Jared’s hard tone only caused his face to flush with guilt at not telling Jared about what was really going on. Though, the side of a road next to a puddle of vomit wasn’t the place Jensen wanted to let Jared know that their world was going to be completely turned up side down in 7 months or so, more than either of them could ever have imagined. The warm wet slurp of a tiny lapping tongue on his cheek had him jumping back out of his thoughts to dodge and weave the excited wiggling jet black form lunging across Jared’s chest to get at his face.
“Hey, gross, stop that you cheeky little mutt. First you try to kill us by leaping in front of the car and now you’re trying to lick me to death. Cut it out,” Jensen scolded as he gently pushed the soft, wet, black nose out of his face.
Jared’s glare told him that his attempt at distraction didn’t go unnoticed, but the grin twitching at the corners of his mouth as the tiny puppy started to gnaw on the end of Jensen finger assured him that it would be let go for the moment.
“So, where to do you belong little fella?” Jensen questioned as he gently extracted his finger from the needle sharp teeth of the tiny mouth.
“You haven’t gotten away with avoiding this, Jensen,” Jared’s concern softened his tone. “We’re finding this little guy’s home and then you are telling me what the hell is going on with you, okay?” Jared’s worried glaze had Jensen flushing with guilt again before nodding his agreement.
“Okay, that’s fair. How ‘bout you go find his home and I go sit in the car. I promise when you get back I’ll tell you,” Jensen sighed as he rubbed a calming hand over his still turbulent stomach.
Jared’s face pinched with concern before he leaned in to kiss Jensen on the temple, which of course give the energetic little puppy another opportunity to lick enthusiastically at Jensen’s face.
“Ugh, okay, go take him home. The puppy breath isn’t helping at all,” Jensen swallowed as his stomach flipped in disgust.
Jensen sighed as he slumped back into the plush bucket seat, his hand settling over his roiling belly. When he looked up, Jared was looking back at him with concern. Jensen rolled his eyes and shooed him off with a flap of his hand and couldn’t help but chuckle as Jared poked his tongue out him. A warm rush washed over him as he watch Jared’s hand stray down to the small swell of his own belly before he mouthed a kiss to Jensen and hoisted the wriggling pup up into his arms, seemingly questioning the cheeky mutt before looking around for his owner.
Another heavy sigh left him as he closed his eyes in resignation of having to come up with something to appease Jared until they could get home and he could figure out a way to tell his pregnant husband that a miracle had happened. This was not going to be easy.
~o0o~
It turned out it was a lot easier than he expected. It seems that by time Jared had returned to the car sans a wriggling black ball of fur, Jensen’s fatigue had won out and he’d fallen asleep. Apparently, Jared had taken pity on him and just did up his seat belt and gotten them home.
Being woken once they got home wasn’t much fun, though. He felt like road kill, to be truthful, the nausea was still there and with the thought of movement was starting a song and dance routine in his gut. His whole body felt heavy, almost boneless, and his head was pounding like there was a guy in there with a sledge hammer trying to tenderize his brain before the rats making nests started to gnaw on it. That thought, of course, gave the nausea a free pass to burn back up into the back of his throat and he gagged a dry heave into his cupped palm before fumbling his way out the car.
“Jen? Shit, hey, come on, let’s get you up stairs and into bed,” Jared’s worried tones by his ear startled him a little and he had to closed his eyes a second as his vision pulsed with the throb of his headache.
“Ugh, I’m sorry Jare, need to lay down. Can we talk later?” Jensen pleaded as his head gave another vicious throb.
Jensen melted a little into the soothing press of Jared’s warm lips to his forehead as he gently engulfed Jensen into a hug, the hard little bulge of his belly pressing into Jensen’s.
“Course, baby. Just take it easy, okay?” Jared assured as he moved around behind him and started to guide him inside.
Jensen swallowed down the swell of nausea that walking created, not able to suppress the small whimper that escaped his tightly pinched lips.
“Shhhhon, I got ya,” Jared whispered as he pulled him further into his side.
“I’m supposed to be looking after you,” Jensen mumbled almost incoherently into Jared’s shoulder as they passed through the front door into the living area.
“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m doing fine and you’re the one that’s sick. The twins usually give me a break through the middle of the day so take advantage of my ability to function at the moment and let me get you tucked into bed,” Jared urged as he started to guide him up the stairs to their bedroom.
“I’m sorry,” Jensen apologized once more as guilt spiked through him at his need for Jared’s support when he was supposed to be looking after his husband.
Jared’s all day sickness had seemed to ease a little over the last week as he headed towards the 3 months mark. It only really seemed to plague him in the mornings leaving the rest of the day pretty nausea free. That still didn’t appease Jensen’s guilt for needing the comforting embrace of his husband’s arms as his shaky legs kept threatening to collapse underneath him. He was sure it was the thought of sending them both tumbling down the stairs that kept him on his feet and not leaning completely into the comforting bulk of Jared’s arms.
After what seemed hours, but was really only a few minutes, Jared was finally able to lead Jensen over to their bed. Jensen whimpered slightly as his head throbbed wickedly with the harsh sunlight coming through their bedroom window. Jared pressed a soft kiss to his temple and guided him down to sit on the edge of the bed before quickly slipping over to pull the heavy drapes over the double bay windows. The sudden absence of most of the light in the room left Jensen slightly dizzy and disorientated for a second and he startled slightly with a tight hiss of pain as he felt a gentle pressure on his thighs.
“Why don’t you strip down and I’ll get you a nice cool cloth for your head, yeah?” Jared whispered as he crouched down in front of Jensen, his hands gently stroking Jensen’s trembling thighs.
“Mmm, ‘kay, thanks...love you,” Jensen murmured quietly as he started to slowly disrobe with as few large movements as possible. It seemed that with the throbbing in his head, any movement was setting his stomach off to churning relentlessly. He shuddered at the thought of throwing up with his head hurting so much, which only served to rile his belly up to a fever pitch.
“Ugh...Jare...sick,” Jensen gulped in panic as bile burned the back of his throat and he clamped his hand over his mouth to stop himself from throwing up all over the carpet.
“Shit, here,” Jared cursed as he darted back across the room with one of the bath towels, just in time for Jensen to lose his battle with his nausea once more into the fluffy softness.
It took Jensen a good while before he could stop the dry heaving that followed after he had lost what little fluids he had left in him. He couldn’t help the choked sobs that shuddered through him as each wretched heave of his stomach sent another spike of pain ricocheting through his head.
“Jesus, Jen, what the hell is going on with you? I’m calling Misha. This can’t be normal,” Jared swore as he pushed up from his perch beside Jensen on the edge of the bed, his own face a little pale after watching over Jensen.
Jensen reached out to clutch desperately at Jared’s trailing arm as he moved towards the cordless phone on the night stand.
“No...argh...it’s just a migraine...promise,” Jensen pleaded with him, his face pinched tight with pain.
Jared bit at his lip nervously. “It’s never been this bad before. Have you taken anything yet?” Jared asked as his hand dropped unconsciously to lie protectively over his belly.
Jensen couldn’t help the soft smile as he took in that sight, even with railroad spikes being hammered into his grey matter over and over, the sight of his husband protecting their children filled him with a warm flush of love. He took in as deep a breath he could manage, pushed the nausea and pain as far down as it would go and met Jared’s panicky gaze.
“Just come lay with me, ‘kay? Just need to sleep it off,” Jensen coaxed, hoping to deflect Jared from asking or offering more painkillers that he wouldn’t be able to take. “Please,” Jensen pleaded as he closed his eyes to another sharp spike of pain lancing through his aching head.
Jensen smiled gently as he felt the messy towel pulled from his hands, and a moment later, a cool cloth draped across the back of his neck. The soothing cool spread like a balm up his neck and down his tense shoulders and back.
“Mmmm...feels good,” Jensen murmured into Jared’s shoulder as his head was gently pulled over into Jared’s warm chest. He murmured a weak protest as Jared managed to extract him out of his light jacket and t-shirt without too much movement on his own behalf. He gasped sharply as Jared guided him gently back into the soft pillows at the head of the bed. The deep concern and worry etched into Jared’s face as he hovered over him had Jensen suffused with that warm glow of love once more. Needing to reassure Jared and trying to wipe away the deep lines of concern pulling at his husband’s handsome face, Jensen reached up and cupped Jared’s chin in his palm.
“I’ll be okay, I promise,” Jensen whispered in deference to his throbbing temples.
Jared’s wan smile and weak chuckle, made it clear his husband didn’t believe a word of it, but wouldn’t argue for sake of peace and less stress for both of them.
“Fine, but we’re not done with this. You will tell me what is going on and soon,” Jared demanded with a stern look, which was quickly replaced with concern again when Jensen nodded only to moan his discomfort at the stupid move.
“Just rest,” Jared murmured as he undid Jensen’s snug Jeans and gently shimmied them down his hips.
The slight smirk that tipped the corner of Jared’s lips had Jensen relaxing back a little more into the softness of their bed.
“I guess this idle life is getting the better of the both of us, huh?” Jared teased as he stretched out a hand out and caressed the softer skin of Jensen’s abs.
“You look good with a little meat on your bones, almost like when you were in the first trimester with Bethany,” Jared smiled wistfully, his expression quickly turning downcast at his mention of their lost little girl.
“Sorry, Jen, I didn’t...” Jared stuttered in his rush to apologize for bring up the painful memories, his eyes a little glassy with his own tears.
Jensen couldn’t help the pang of sorrow that cut through him at the mention of their little girl and he looked up to meet Jared’s stricken gaze with his own tear filled eyes.
“I miss her too,” Jensen whispered as he rolled to his side, his hand sliding down to cradle the pliant flesh of his belly as Jared finished removing his Jeans and slipped his socks and loafers off onto the floor. Jensen moved the cloth from his neck to cover his temple and eyes as the bed dipped as Jared stretched out beside him.
“I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to upset...” Jared started to apologize as his arms came around to pull Jensen into the cocoon of his chest.
“It’s okay, just...just lay with me,” Jensen sighed as he felt Jared’s soft lips press a light kiss to his throbbing head. The soothing embrace of his lover and gently rhythm of his husband’s breathing slowly honed the throbbing spikes of his headache to a duller edge and he drifted off into a restless sleep filled with dreams of a golden haired little girl dancing in the sunlight.
~o0o~
Jensen looked down at his protruding belly, his hand cupping the base of the gentle swell as his other hand rubbed over his pale and drawn face. He’d been to see Misha and he’d confirmed that his suspicions were right. He was carrying more than one. How the hell was he supposed to tell Jared that in 8 months or so they would have five babies? Talk about instant family.
Jensen sank down onto the closed toilet seat and dropped his head into his hands with a heavy sigh. He desperately wanted to share this with Jared, but Jared had been so sick and he was worried about what the shock of his announcement would do to him. How on earth would he not shock Jared when he told him that he was pregnant too, and with triplets no less?
Misha had been disappointed that he hadn’t told Jared yet and had scolded him for keeping something so important from him. But he just didn’t know how to tell him. It’s not like it was something that you could just bring up in casual conversation, ‘Oh by the way, I’m pregnant too and guess what, it’s triplets’.
Jensen sighed heavily again, scrubbing his hands over his face. He jumped a little when the knock sounded at the bathroom door, disturbing his musings.
“Jen, I need the bathroom,” Jared’s anxious voice called through the thin wood.
Jensen scrambled up to standing and had to grip tight to the vanity when the room did a tilt-a-whirl around him, a swell of nausea churning low in his belly as he steadied himself.
“God, not now,” Jensen mumbled to himself as he let go of the vanity with one hand and rubbed soothing circles over his turbulent belly in an attempt to calm the nausea. He had to swallow heavily when the size of his new belly peeking over his boxers registered. He was going to have to find a way to tell Jared and soon, or Jared was going to figure it out by himself with the rate his belly was growing with each passing week. Soon, there would be no way he could pass it of as the good food and sedate lifestyle having it’s effect on him.
“Sorry Jare, I’ll be out in a sec,” Jensen called to Jared as he hastily threw his robe around his shoulders and tied it loosely just about his hips to try and disguise his belly a least a little.
Jensen pushed his way out the door, throwing a pale and antsy Jared an apologetic look as Jared lunged past him into the bathroom. The painful sounding retches that followed had Jensen swallowing heavily to quell his own nausea at the horrible sounds.
“You okay, babe?” Jensen called as he sat nervously on the edge of the bed, knowing from the last couple of months experience that Jared really didn’t like an audience when he was sick. Jensen grimaced as his only reply was another retch and dry heave, followed by a low moan.
“‘m ‘kay...just give me a...ugh...” Jared’s reply was cut off by more retches that only produced choking coughs.
“Oh, babe, I’m so sorry. Hopefully this sickness will ease off soon,” Jensen apologized with a wince as Jared continued to retch and choke through a few more dry heaves.
Jensen breathed a sigh of relief for both Jared and his own nausea, when the flushing of the toilet finally sounded through the closed door. He waited anxiously on the edge of the bed, his legs bouncing nervously as he waited for Jared to emerge from the bathroom.
Finally, after an agonizing couple of minutes, the door opened to reveal a pale and wan Jared clad in just his boxer briefs and leaning on the door jamb, the back of his wrist covering his mouth as he clearly waited for his stomach to settle a little more before risking moving too far from the bathroom.
Jensen stood up from the bed quickly, aiming to guide Jared back to their bed to rest his way through the remainder of the mornings nausea, but was thwarted from his plan when the change in altitude sent black spots across his vision and his legs turned to jello beneath him. He staggered slightly before sitting back down on the edge of the bed, taking in a few deep breaths before he risked raising his head to look at an angry Jared.
“What the hell is going on Jensen? And don’t fob me off with an, ‘I’m fine’ bullshit line. Enough already,” Jared yelled furiously, the tremor in his voice giving away the concern underlying his angry outburst.
“I...no...it’s nothing...I mean,” Jensen stuttered as he fumbled over what to tell Jared, when he was clearly upset by not knowing what was going on.
“Jensen please, you’re scaring me. Are you using drugs? I know it’s been a really hard year for you, but I thought you would come to me first,” Jared pleaded with a quiet sob as he moved over to slouch down beside a shell shocked Jensen.
“WHAT?! NO! How could you even think that, I would never...Jared, who do you think I am?” Jensen cried, his eyes flooding with sudden tears as he took in the dejected slouch of his pale husband.
Jared looked over at him with sorrow filled eyes. “You are my husband and my best friend. I thought there was nothing that we couldn’t tell each other,” Jared finished with a sob as tears started to slide down his pale cheeks.
Jensen couldn’t speak past the emotion clogging his throat. He struggled to hold back his tears and leaned over to wrap his arms around Jared, pulling his head to his chest to rest over his frantically beating heart.
“I...it’s not drugs...I...god, I didn’t want to tell you like this,” Jensen groaned as he pressed a kiss into Jared’s hair as his husband sobbed quietly in his arms.
“Then...what is...it?” Jared asked, his voice rough and broken over his tears.
Jensen took a deep breath, drawing in Jared’s comforting scent. “I’m pregnant,” Jensen finally whispered into Jared’s hair.
“What...what did you...say?” Jared asked in confusion as he pulled back quickly out of Jensen’s embrace to stare intently at him.
Jensen couldn’t meet his gaze and dropped his eyes to peer intently at the rhythmic movement of his fingers twisting into the terrycloth belt of his robe that rested over the swell of his belly. Taking another fortifying breath, he looked up and met Jared’s pleading gaze.
“I’m pregnant.”
Jared blinked at him, his face shifting to puzzlement as the information slowly sank in. Suddenly, it was like watching the sun come out after months of rain as a huge grin spread across Jared’s face and he launched himself into Jensen’s startled arms.
“Oh my god, Jensen are you serious?” Jared asked as he crushed Jensen to his chest in a rib-breaking hug.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe it! How? When? I mean, oh my god!” Jared rushed on as he continued to squeeze the life out of Jensen.
“Easy, easy, I need to breath too you know,” Jensen wheezed as he struggled a little to take a full breath in Jared’s embrace.
Jared released him in a rush and laughed excitedly before leaning in to kiss Jensen soundly on the lips.
“How, Jen? I thought the treatment didn’t take,” Jared asked as he grabbed Jensen’s hands in his own and squeezed them with the same enthusiasm he had given hugging him.
“It didn’t. Misha could only guess that Bethany’s pregnancy helped my fertility or something. I wasn’t really listening by that part,” Jensen confessed as he blushed self-consciously.
Jared’s lips quirked into a smirk. “Guess I really am the stud I always told you I was then,” Jared chuckled as he pushed Jensen’s robe aside to rub at Jensen’s protruding belly.
“You don’t know the half of it,” Jensen muttered as he bit his lip at the delicious sensations Jared’s roaming palm was producing over his belly.
“Hmm? And here I thought you were packing on the beef going out in sympathy for me. Wow, Jen, how far along are you? You’re belly is pretty big already,” Jared observed as he continued to rub over the rounded swell.
Jensen chuckled nervously. ”Yeah, about that...I ah...I’m about 8 to 9 weeks, as close a Misha can figure from the size of the babies on the ultrasound,” Jensen finished with an anxious swallow, his eyes glued to Jared, waiting for his reaction.
“Wow, you’re pretty big for 9 weeks, did he say why you’re show...hang on, did you say babies?” Jared asked with an awed stare.
Jensen smiled weakly, his lips quirking self-deprecatingly. “Umm, yeah...turns out you are a super stud with super sperm. Misha saw three in there,” Jensen winced as he waited for Jared to react to the news.
Jared blinked at him stunned for a few moments before he launched himself back into Jensen’s arms, pushing them both back on the bed with a shout of joy and peppering Jensen’s face with kisses.
“Seriously, three babies? Jen, you are so amazing,” Jared declared as he draped himself gently between Jensen’s splayed thighs, so their bellies butted up against each other, Jensen’s not much smaller than Jared’s even though he was four weeks behind him.
Jensen swallowed heavily at the nausea that churned from the movement of the bed, but he managed a wan smile at Jared’s clearly happy reaction to the news.
“You okay?” Jared asked with concern, his finger gently stroking Jensen pale cheek.
“Yeah, just don’t do so well with sudden movements these days,” he reassured him as he stretched his neck up to kiss Jared’s grinning mouth gently. “Mmm, minty fresh. You feeling okay now?” Jensen murmured against Jared’s soft lips as he took in Jared’s still pale features.
Jared deepened his kiss in answer, his hands cupping Jensen’s face as he continued to kiss him passionately. The strength of his desire evident in the hard line of his cock pressing up against the seam of Jensen hip.
Jensen broke off the kiss to catch his breath. His eyes locked onto Jared’s lust blown gaze.
“Seems at least little Jared is feeling just fine right now,” Jensen teased with a gentle thrust of his hips up into Jared, the moan of pleasure it produced out of Jared going straight to Jensen’s hardening cock.
“Ugggh, Jen. Been so long, need you,” Jared moaned into Jensen’s ear as he started to rock gently so that delicious friction of their cocks rubbing against each other through the soft cotton of their boxers sent tendrils of warmth spreading through Jensen, pushing the lingering nausea into the background for the moment.
“Mmmm, Jare,” Jensen moaned as Jared leaned in and captured his lips in a searing kiss as he continued to rock into Jensen, his cock a searing line of heat against his own.
“Feel so good Jen, want to get inside you. Can I baby? Can I split you open on my big cock, baby?” Jared growled in his ear as he thrust a little faster, his breaths panting across the shell of Jensen’s ear driving him wild with need.
“God yes, love it when you talk dirty to me. Want to feel every inch of you, pushing in and stretching me wide open,” Jensen virtually purred as he did his best to get as much friction on his cock as he could between their thrusting bodies.
‘Ngh, Jen, now,” Jared growled as he slid down Jensen’s body, his teeth nipping and biting at Jensen’s exposed skin, lapping soothingly with his tongue to take the sting out of the bites.
“Fuck Jare,” Jensen whimpered as the teasing of his skin sent sparks of pleasure rippling through his body.
Jared slowed down his ministrations to concentrate his focus on Jensen’s belly, pausing to kiss and suckle at Jensen’s bellybutton. When Jared licked his way into the hole of his bellybutton, his tongue thrusting in and out of the hole, and Jensen couldn’t help but arch up off the bed trying to get Jared’s tongue as far in as he could. The sensations that were bombarding him from the sensitive spot threatened to overwhelm him and have him spill like a teenager into his shorts.
“Guh...so...good,” Jensen whined as Jared nipped and suckled at the rim of the hole, teasing him with thrusts of his tongue deep inside.
“Mmmm, you like that, baby?” Jared teased as he panted his warm breath over the shivering skin of Jensen’s swollen belly.
“Yeah, gonna...make me...cum...if you...keep it...up,” Jensen panted as he struggled to catch his breath in the aftermath of the overwhelming sensations created by Jared’s wickedly talented mouth.
Jared shook his head and grinned with a predatory glint in his lust blown eyes. “No, not yet baby, gonna watch you spill up over our bellies with my cock splitting you wide open,” Jared declared as he licked at his lips in anticipation.
“Do it...want you...now,” Jensen growled as the thought of Jared fulfilling his promise almost had him spilling in anticipation of what was to come.
Jared moaned and palmed at his cock, obviously needing to regain some control himself.
“So hot, baby,” Jared murmured as he slid his hands down Jensen’s flank and slipped his thumbs under the already snug elastic band of Jensen’s boxers.
“Hmm, gonna have to buy you bigger ones soon, don’t want to cut off your circulation,” Jared grinned at him as he dragged Jensen’s boxers down his hips as Jensen raised himself off the bed to allow himself to be freed from the confining material.
When the cool air in the room hit his sensitive cock, Jensen moaned and writhed on the bed. The sensation almost too much for him, as he shivered from head to toe with the pleasure of it.
“So beautiful,” Jared murmured as he leaned in over Jensen and nuzzled his cheek into the wiry curls of his pubic hair. “Smell so good baby,” Jared cooed as he licked and suckled at the skin at the juncture of Jensen’s thighs, slowly teasing Jensen legs apart as he gently eased Jensen back on the bed so he could make room for himself between his splayed thighs.
Jensen cried out as he bucked up off the bed when Jared’s tongue probed tentatively at Jensen puckered hole with little warning. The warm puffs of breath over his hole as Jared giggled wickedly had Jensen swiping at the top of Jared’s head in mock anger.
“You could warn a guy,” Jensen whined petulantly as Jared continued to shake the bed a little with his chuckles.
“Sorry baby, you are just so sensitive I can’t help it,” Jared teased as he moved back in to gently swipe his warm wet tongue across his hole.
“Ngh, yeah,” Jensen called out as sparks of pure pleasure rippled through him at the laps of Jared’s tongue against his hole. His breath caught high in his throat as Jared’s tongue darted in to breech him with a quick thrust. He gaped like a fish out of water, his hands scrambling to clutch at the sheets as Jared’s tongue slid in and out of him with piston like precision. Suddenly, Jensen found himself rocking into Jared’s face, his need for more building like an itch under his lust heated skin.
“Jared,” Jensen screamed out his name as Jared pushed two fingers in beside his thrusting tongue at once, the delicious burn mixing just right with the heated pleasure having him moaning and calling out for more.
Jensen whimpered as Jared’s tongue slipped free from him, to be replaced a moment later with another finger. The heavy pants of Jared’s breath on his thigh distracting him from the burn as Jared scissored and twisted his fingers to stretch him wide. Jensen struggled to catch his breath as he continued to rock into Jared’s scissoring fingers, eager to get them deep inside so that Jared could touch on the sweet spot that would send lightning bolts of pleasure behind his eyes with each touch. Gradually, the sweet burn eased off as he stretch over the long fingers pushing ever deeper inside him. He couldn’t help the sobbing cry the left him as Jared suddenly pulled his fingers from him in one swift movement.
“Jared!” Jensen cried as he pushed up onto his elbows to see Jared moving from the bed to quickly scramble in the bedside drawer. Jensen cursed at him when he took more than 30 seconds to come up with the tube of lube in his hand.
“Jesus Jared, you could have got that before you fucked me dry with your fingers and left me begging and twitching on the bed,” Jensen whined as he flopped back onto the bed as Jared grinned wickedly at him and made a show of lubing his engorged cock in slow languid movements.
“God...you’re such a fucking tease,” Jensen moaned as he palmed his own throbbing erection and watched Jared close his eyes in pleasure as pre-cum dribbled from the purple tip onto Jared’s slow stroking hand.
“Come on, fuck me already,” Jensen whined as Jared bit at his lip as his breath sped up in time with his stroking hand on his leaking cock.
Jensen knew he’d been had when Jared grinned at him with an evil chuckle low in his throat and leaned in over his splayed body to kiss and nip at his pouting lips.
“Fucker,” Jensen cursed him as Jared lowered himself to glide his slick cock alongside his own.
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you, Jen. Gonna nail you right into this bed, have you screaming my name ‘til I let you cum,” Jared purred into his ear as he continued to thrust his hips into his with an infuriatingly slow rhythm. “Do you want me to fuck you, Jen, split you wide?” Jared breathed, the last being delivered with a sharp nip to his ear and a swipe of his tongue over the shell.
“YES!” Jensen screamed, his patience wearing thin as his cock throbbed and his hole twitched and ached with the need to be filled.
Jared smirked at him. “That’s my boy. So hot when you’re needy,” Jared praised him as he settled himself between Jensen’s thighs once more and broughta leg up to rest on his right shoulder. The gentle nudge of Jared’s hard cock against Jensen’s hole had him arching up into the sensation. He choked out a hoarse cry as the tip of Jared’s cock breached him when he pushed up to meet Jared before he could thrust in himself.
Unable to hold back his need for more, Jensen thrust up further, impaling himself on Jared’s thick cock, the delicious burn as it stretched him wide nearly had Jensen spilling between them without one single thrust from Jared.
“Fuck, Jen, so eager,” Jared moaned as he pulled out and thrust back in with a snap of his hips, pushing Jensen back onto the bed with thump.
“Yes...more...please...harder...faster,” Jensen begged as Jared stilled on the down thrust, only to inch his way back out as he pinned Jensen to the bed with the rest of his body.
Jensen arched into Jared’s sweat slick body, desperate for more as his hole twitched in anticipation of Jared’s next plunge in.
“So beautiful all stretch out and begging for me. Could keep you like this for hours,” Jared growled as he pulled back until only the very tip of his cock was stretching Jensen’s quivering hole.
Jensen flashed his eyes up at Jared, begging him silently not to threaten him with such torture when his body was craving Jared so much.
“Please,” Jensen pleaded as he clenched the sheets tight in his attempt to stop himself from impaling himself on Jared’s cock once more.
“Okay, baby, I’ll take care of you,” Jared soothed before adjusting Jensen’s thigh further up on his shoulder, stretching him wide to receive him before plunging in with an almost violent thrust.
Jensen couldn’t hold back his scream as Jared slammed into his prostate and continued to hit it dead on with each thrust into this body.
Each push of Jared cock brought him closer and closer to climax until his breath was so tight in his chest he was sure that if he didn’t cum soon he would pass out. It wasn’t until Jared’s hand slid up to cradle the swell of his belly that he finally spilled over their bellies and Jared’s hand with a breathless moan. Jared thrust into his spasming hole three more times before Jensen felt his cum pulse deep inside him.
Jared rolled them to their sides and lay panting heavily, his slowly waning cock still nestled inside him. The slippery wet slide of Jared’s cock inside his clenching walls had small aftershocks pulsing through him, sending full body shivers through his body.
Once they had both caught their breaths a little, Jared pulled out gently and leaned in to kiss him tenderly.
“I guess we won’t get to do that too often once the babies are born. Your screams would wake the dead,” Jared teased as he tweaked Jensen nipple with a light pinch of his fingers.
“Ow, hey. It’s not my fault you are a sex god,” Jensen teased back, squirming slight to get away from Jared’s pinching fingers that kept seeking out his sensitive nipples.
Jared paused in his teasing and flashed a huge grin at Jensen, pushing himself up on one elbow to look down at Jensen with a jauntily raised eyebrow. “Why, I am a master in the bedroom, aren’t I?” Jared replied usinga very poor English aristocracy accent.
Jensen laughed and pushed at Jared’s chest until he fell back onto the bed himself. Jared turned his head and looked seriously at Jensen.
“I love you, Jen, no matter what our lives bring us, always know that,” Jared declared as he clasped Jensen hand in his own.
Jensen had to swallow back the emotion that suddenly flooded his throat at the devotion in Jared’s declaration. Taking in a shuddering breath, Jensen smiled through teary eyes and nodded his assent, not able to trust his voice not to betray him if he tried to respond to Jared.
Jared clearly understood and simply pulled Jensen into his chest so that Jensen’s cheek rested over Jared’s calmly beating heart.
If Jared noticed the tears that slipped on his chest as the emotion of the day got the best of Jensen, he didn’t let on as they both drifted off into sleep.
Next part
Please see part one for warnings and notes.
11 weeks - 12 weeks / 7 weeks - 8 weeks
Jensen swallowed heavily as he ended the call with Misha, the cell almost falling from his shaking hand. His heart was pounding wildly in his chest and the nausea that had been plaguing him for weeks swelled with renewed vengeance. He could feel Jared’s eyes on him as he slowly tucked his cell into his Jeans pocket, the maneuver that had become that much harder in the last couple of weeks and Misha had just given him the reason why that was.
What the hell was he going to tell Jared? He couldn’t tell him this in the car. No he was liable to crash and kill them all if he did that. No, this news needed to be delivered while they were sitting in the safety of their couch at home.
Fuck! How did this happen? Okay, he knew exactly how it happened and, oh man, had it been a damn good time those first few weeks when they had found out Jared was pregnant. He never dreamed that this could be the result, though. Shit, Jared was still looking at him expecting an update. He needed to think of something, anything, just until he could get his head around what he had just been told.
“So what did he say? Are you okay? Come on Jen, you’re scaring me?” Jared’s worried questioning broke through his fretting.
He plastered on a happy smile and nodded his assurance, having to swallow heavily at the nausea that was building quickly in its intensity.
“Yeah, fine, nothing to worry about. Just something...ahhh...just a thing that comes and goes and not to fret about,” Jensen choked out as he desperately tried to come up with something to put Jared off for the moment.
“What? ...shit!” Jared swore suddenly as he deftly pulled the car hard to the side, barely missing the streaking blur of black puppy fur that had darted across the road in front of them.
Jensen suppressed his moan of discomfort as the nausea swelled high into the back of his throat at the violent movement of the car.
“Shit, that was close. I’m just going to see if I can get him before he really does manage to get himself run over, “ Jared’s cursed again as he pulled the car over to the side of the street with a screech of brakes.
Jensen was vaguely aware of the slam of the driver’s side door as he panted short calming breaths when his lunch started making a serious bid for freedom and saliva flooded his mouth. Knowing that there was no way he was going to be able to swallow it down, he lunged out the door to fall to his knees and vomited a spectacular Technicolor stream across the grass beneath him.
“Ugh...fuck,” Jensen moaned as his vision swam slightly and another wave overwhelmed him as the sight and smell before him only managed to fuel his nausea.
“Shit, Jen? You okay?”
Jared’s concerned voice pulled him back slightly from his misery. He wiped angrily at his mouth and pushed himself shakily to standing, wobbling slightly before he felt Jared’s arm bracing him to his side.
“What the hell, Jen?” I thought Misha said you were okay?” Jared’s hard tone only caused his face to flush with guilt at not telling Jared about what was really going on. Though, the side of a road next to a puddle of vomit wasn’t the place Jensen wanted to let Jared know that their world was going to be completely turned up side down in 7 months or so, more than either of them could ever have imagined. The warm wet slurp of a tiny lapping tongue on his cheek had him jumping back out of his thoughts to dodge and weave the excited wiggling jet black form lunging across Jared’s chest to get at his face.
“Hey, gross, stop that you cheeky little mutt. First you try to kill us by leaping in front of the car and now you’re trying to lick me to death. Cut it out,” Jensen scolded as he gently pushed the soft, wet, black nose out of his face.
Jared’s glare told him that his attempt at distraction didn’t go unnoticed, but the grin twitching at the corners of his mouth as the tiny puppy started to gnaw on the end of Jensen finger assured him that it would be let go for the moment.
“So, where to do you belong little fella?” Jensen questioned as he gently extracted his finger from the needle sharp teeth of the tiny mouth.
“You haven’t gotten away with avoiding this, Jensen,” Jared’s concern softened his tone. “We’re finding this little guy’s home and then you are telling me what the hell is going on with you, okay?” Jared’s worried glaze had Jensen flushing with guilt again before nodding his agreement.
“Okay, that’s fair. How ‘bout you go find his home and I go sit in the car. I promise when you get back I’ll tell you,” Jensen sighed as he rubbed a calming hand over his still turbulent stomach.
Jared’s face pinched with concern before he leaned in to kiss Jensen on the temple, which of course give the energetic little puppy another opportunity to lick enthusiastically at Jensen’s face.
“Ugh, okay, go take him home. The puppy breath isn’t helping at all,” Jensen swallowed as his stomach flipped in disgust.
Jensen sighed as he slumped back into the plush bucket seat, his hand settling over his roiling belly. When he looked up, Jared was looking back at him with concern. Jensen rolled his eyes and shooed him off with a flap of his hand and couldn’t help but chuckle as Jared poked his tongue out him. A warm rush washed over him as he watch Jared’s hand stray down to the small swell of his own belly before he mouthed a kiss to Jensen and hoisted the wriggling pup up into his arms, seemingly questioning the cheeky mutt before looking around for his owner.
Another heavy sigh left him as he closed his eyes in resignation of having to come up with something to appease Jared until they could get home and he could figure out a way to tell his pregnant husband that a miracle had happened. This was not going to be easy.
~o0o~
It turned out it was a lot easier than he expected. It seems that by time Jared had returned to the car sans a wriggling black ball of fur, Jensen’s fatigue had won out and he’d fallen asleep. Apparently, Jared had taken pity on him and just did up his seat belt and gotten them home.
Being woken once they got home wasn’t much fun, though. He felt like road kill, to be truthful, the nausea was still there and with the thought of movement was starting a song and dance routine in his gut. His whole body felt heavy, almost boneless, and his head was pounding like there was a guy in there with a sledge hammer trying to tenderize his brain before the rats making nests started to gnaw on it. That thought, of course, gave the nausea a free pass to burn back up into the back of his throat and he gagged a dry heave into his cupped palm before fumbling his way out the car.
“Jen? Shit, hey, come on, let’s get you up stairs and into bed,” Jared’s worried tones by his ear startled him a little and he had to closed his eyes a second as his vision pulsed with the throb of his headache.
“Ugh, I’m sorry Jare, need to lay down. Can we talk later?” Jensen pleaded as his head gave another vicious throb.
Jensen melted a little into the soothing press of Jared’s warm lips to his forehead as he gently engulfed Jensen into a hug, the hard little bulge of his belly pressing into Jensen’s.
“Course, baby. Just take it easy, okay?” Jared assured as he moved around behind him and started to guide him inside.
Jensen swallowed down the swell of nausea that walking created, not able to suppress the small whimper that escaped his tightly pinched lips.
“Shhhhon, I got ya,” Jared whispered as he pulled him further into his side.
“I’m supposed to be looking after you,” Jensen mumbled almost incoherently into Jared’s shoulder as they passed through the front door into the living area.
“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m doing fine and you’re the one that’s sick. The twins usually give me a break through the middle of the day so take advantage of my ability to function at the moment and let me get you tucked into bed,” Jared urged as he started to guide him up the stairs to their bedroom.
“I’m sorry,” Jensen apologized once more as guilt spiked through him at his need for Jared’s support when he was supposed to be looking after his husband.
Jared’s all day sickness had seemed to ease a little over the last week as he headed towards the 3 months mark. It only really seemed to plague him in the mornings leaving the rest of the day pretty nausea free. That still didn’t appease Jensen’s guilt for needing the comforting embrace of his husband’s arms as his shaky legs kept threatening to collapse underneath him. He was sure it was the thought of sending them both tumbling down the stairs that kept him on his feet and not leaning completely into the comforting bulk of Jared’s arms.
After what seemed hours, but was really only a few minutes, Jared was finally able to lead Jensen over to their bed. Jensen whimpered slightly as his head throbbed wickedly with the harsh sunlight coming through their bedroom window. Jared pressed a soft kiss to his temple and guided him down to sit on the edge of the bed before quickly slipping over to pull the heavy drapes over the double bay windows. The sudden absence of most of the light in the room left Jensen slightly dizzy and disorientated for a second and he startled slightly with a tight hiss of pain as he felt a gentle pressure on his thighs.
“Why don’t you strip down and I’ll get you a nice cool cloth for your head, yeah?” Jared whispered as he crouched down in front of Jensen, his hands gently stroking Jensen’s trembling thighs.
“Mmm, ‘kay, thanks...love you,” Jensen murmured quietly as he started to slowly disrobe with as few large movements as possible. It seemed that with the throbbing in his head, any movement was setting his stomach off to churning relentlessly. He shuddered at the thought of throwing up with his head hurting so much, which only served to rile his belly up to a fever pitch.
“Ugh...Jare...sick,” Jensen gulped in panic as bile burned the back of his throat and he clamped his hand over his mouth to stop himself from throwing up all over the carpet.
“Shit, here,” Jared cursed as he darted back across the room with one of the bath towels, just in time for Jensen to lose his battle with his nausea once more into the fluffy softness.
It took Jensen a good while before he could stop the dry heaving that followed after he had lost what little fluids he had left in him. He couldn’t help the choked sobs that shuddered through him as each wretched heave of his stomach sent another spike of pain ricocheting through his head.
“Jesus, Jen, what the hell is going on with you? I’m calling Misha. This can’t be normal,” Jared swore as he pushed up from his perch beside Jensen on the edge of the bed, his own face a little pale after watching over Jensen.
Jensen reached out to clutch desperately at Jared’s trailing arm as he moved towards the cordless phone on the night stand.
“No...argh...it’s just a migraine...promise,” Jensen pleaded with him, his face pinched tight with pain.
Jared bit at his lip nervously. “It’s never been this bad before. Have you taken anything yet?” Jared asked as his hand dropped unconsciously to lie protectively over his belly.
Jensen couldn’t help the soft smile as he took in that sight, even with railroad spikes being hammered into his grey matter over and over, the sight of his husband protecting their children filled him with a warm flush of love. He took in as deep a breath he could manage, pushed the nausea and pain as far down as it would go and met Jared’s panicky gaze.
“Just come lay with me, ‘kay? Just need to sleep it off,” Jensen coaxed, hoping to deflect Jared from asking or offering more painkillers that he wouldn’t be able to take. “Please,” Jensen pleaded as he closed his eyes to another sharp spike of pain lancing through his aching head.
Jensen smiled gently as he felt the messy towel pulled from his hands, and a moment later, a cool cloth draped across the back of his neck. The soothing cool spread like a balm up his neck and down his tense shoulders and back.
“Mmmm...feels good,” Jensen murmured into Jared’s shoulder as his head was gently pulled over into Jared’s warm chest. He murmured a weak protest as Jared managed to extract him out of his light jacket and t-shirt without too much movement on his own behalf. He gasped sharply as Jared guided him gently back into the soft pillows at the head of the bed. The deep concern and worry etched into Jared’s face as he hovered over him had Jensen suffused with that warm glow of love once more. Needing to reassure Jared and trying to wipe away the deep lines of concern pulling at his husband’s handsome face, Jensen reached up and cupped Jared’s chin in his palm.
“I’ll be okay, I promise,” Jensen whispered in deference to his throbbing temples.
Jared’s wan smile and weak chuckle, made it clear his husband didn’t believe a word of it, but wouldn’t argue for sake of peace and less stress for both of them.
“Fine, but we’re not done with this. You will tell me what is going on and soon,” Jared demanded with a stern look, which was quickly replaced with concern again when Jensen nodded only to moan his discomfort at the stupid move.
“Just rest,” Jared murmured as he undid Jensen’s snug Jeans and gently shimmied them down his hips.
The slight smirk that tipped the corner of Jared’s lips had Jensen relaxing back a little more into the softness of their bed.
“I guess this idle life is getting the better of the both of us, huh?” Jared teased as he stretched out a hand out and caressed the softer skin of Jensen’s abs.
“You look good with a little meat on your bones, almost like when you were in the first trimester with Bethany,” Jared smiled wistfully, his expression quickly turning downcast at his mention of their lost little girl.
“Sorry, Jen, I didn’t...” Jared stuttered in his rush to apologize for bring up the painful memories, his eyes a little glassy with his own tears.
Jensen couldn’t help the pang of sorrow that cut through him at the mention of their little girl and he looked up to meet Jared’s stricken gaze with his own tear filled eyes.
“I miss her too,” Jensen whispered as he rolled to his side, his hand sliding down to cradle the pliant flesh of his belly as Jared finished removing his Jeans and slipped his socks and loafers off onto the floor. Jensen moved the cloth from his neck to cover his temple and eyes as the bed dipped as Jared stretched out beside him.
“I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to upset...” Jared started to apologize as his arms came around to pull Jensen into the cocoon of his chest.
“It’s okay, just...just lay with me,” Jensen sighed as he felt Jared’s soft lips press a light kiss to his throbbing head. The soothing embrace of his lover and gently rhythm of his husband’s breathing slowly honed the throbbing spikes of his headache to a duller edge and he drifted off into a restless sleep filled with dreams of a golden haired little girl dancing in the sunlight.
~o0o~
Jensen looked down at his protruding belly, his hand cupping the base of the gentle swell as his other hand rubbed over his pale and drawn face. He’d been to see Misha and he’d confirmed that his suspicions were right. He was carrying more than one. How the hell was he supposed to tell Jared that in 8 months or so they would have five babies? Talk about instant family.
Jensen sank down onto the closed toilet seat and dropped his head into his hands with a heavy sigh. He desperately wanted to share this with Jared, but Jared had been so sick and he was worried about what the shock of his announcement would do to him. How on earth would he not shock Jared when he told him that he was pregnant too, and with triplets no less?
Misha had been disappointed that he hadn’t told Jared yet and had scolded him for keeping something so important from him. But he just didn’t know how to tell him. It’s not like it was something that you could just bring up in casual conversation, ‘Oh by the way, I’m pregnant too and guess what, it’s triplets’.
Jensen sighed heavily again, scrubbing his hands over his face. He jumped a little when the knock sounded at the bathroom door, disturbing his musings.
“Jen, I need the bathroom,” Jared’s anxious voice called through the thin wood.
Jensen scrambled up to standing and had to grip tight to the vanity when the room did a tilt-a-whirl around him, a swell of nausea churning low in his belly as he steadied himself.
“God, not now,” Jensen mumbled to himself as he let go of the vanity with one hand and rubbed soothing circles over his turbulent belly in an attempt to calm the nausea. He had to swallow heavily when the size of his new belly peeking over his boxers registered. He was going to have to find a way to tell Jared and soon, or Jared was going to figure it out by himself with the rate his belly was growing with each passing week. Soon, there would be no way he could pass it of as the good food and sedate lifestyle having it’s effect on him.
“Sorry Jare, I’ll be out in a sec,” Jensen called to Jared as he hastily threw his robe around his shoulders and tied it loosely just about his hips to try and disguise his belly a least a little.
Jensen pushed his way out the door, throwing a pale and antsy Jared an apologetic look as Jared lunged past him into the bathroom. The painful sounding retches that followed had Jensen swallowing heavily to quell his own nausea at the horrible sounds.
“You okay, babe?” Jensen called as he sat nervously on the edge of the bed, knowing from the last couple of months experience that Jared really didn’t like an audience when he was sick. Jensen grimaced as his only reply was another retch and dry heave, followed by a low moan.
“‘m ‘kay...just give me a...ugh...” Jared’s reply was cut off by more retches that only produced choking coughs.
“Oh, babe, I’m so sorry. Hopefully this sickness will ease off soon,” Jensen apologized with a wince as Jared continued to retch and choke through a few more dry heaves.
Jensen breathed a sigh of relief for both Jared and his own nausea, when the flushing of the toilet finally sounded through the closed door. He waited anxiously on the edge of the bed, his legs bouncing nervously as he waited for Jared to emerge from the bathroom.
Finally, after an agonizing couple of minutes, the door opened to reveal a pale and wan Jared clad in just his boxer briefs and leaning on the door jamb, the back of his wrist covering his mouth as he clearly waited for his stomach to settle a little more before risking moving too far from the bathroom.
Jensen stood up from the bed quickly, aiming to guide Jared back to their bed to rest his way through the remainder of the mornings nausea, but was thwarted from his plan when the change in altitude sent black spots across his vision and his legs turned to jello beneath him. He staggered slightly before sitting back down on the edge of the bed, taking in a few deep breaths before he risked raising his head to look at an angry Jared.
“What the hell is going on Jensen? And don’t fob me off with an, ‘I’m fine’ bullshit line. Enough already,” Jared yelled furiously, the tremor in his voice giving away the concern underlying his angry outburst.
“I...no...it’s nothing...I mean,” Jensen stuttered as he fumbled over what to tell Jared, when he was clearly upset by not knowing what was going on.
“Jensen please, you’re scaring me. Are you using drugs? I know it’s been a really hard year for you, but I thought you would come to me first,” Jared pleaded with a quiet sob as he moved over to slouch down beside a shell shocked Jensen.
“WHAT?! NO! How could you even think that, I would never...Jared, who do you think I am?” Jensen cried, his eyes flooding with sudden tears as he took in the dejected slouch of his pale husband.
Jared looked over at him with sorrow filled eyes. “You are my husband and my best friend. I thought there was nothing that we couldn’t tell each other,” Jared finished with a sob as tears started to slide down his pale cheeks.
Jensen couldn’t speak past the emotion clogging his throat. He struggled to hold back his tears and leaned over to wrap his arms around Jared, pulling his head to his chest to rest over his frantically beating heart.
“I...it’s not drugs...I...god, I didn’t want to tell you like this,” Jensen groaned as he pressed a kiss into Jared’s hair as his husband sobbed quietly in his arms.
“Then...what is...it?” Jared asked, his voice rough and broken over his tears.
Jensen took a deep breath, drawing in Jared’s comforting scent. “I’m pregnant,” Jensen finally whispered into Jared’s hair.
“What...what did you...say?” Jared asked in confusion as he pulled back quickly out of Jensen’s embrace to stare intently at him.
Jensen couldn’t meet his gaze and dropped his eyes to peer intently at the rhythmic movement of his fingers twisting into the terrycloth belt of his robe that rested over the swell of his belly. Taking another fortifying breath, he looked up and met Jared’s pleading gaze.
“I’m pregnant.”
Jared blinked at him, his face shifting to puzzlement as the information slowly sank in. Suddenly, it was like watching the sun come out after months of rain as a huge grin spread across Jared’s face and he launched himself into Jensen’s startled arms.
“Oh my god, Jensen are you serious?” Jared asked as he crushed Jensen to his chest in a rib-breaking hug.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe it! How? When? I mean, oh my god!” Jared rushed on as he continued to squeeze the life out of Jensen.
“Easy, easy, I need to breath too you know,” Jensen wheezed as he struggled a little to take a full breath in Jared’s embrace.
Jared released him in a rush and laughed excitedly before leaning in to kiss Jensen soundly on the lips.
“How, Jen? I thought the treatment didn’t take,” Jared asked as he grabbed Jensen’s hands in his own and squeezed them with the same enthusiasm he had given hugging him.
“It didn’t. Misha could only guess that Bethany’s pregnancy helped my fertility or something. I wasn’t really listening by that part,” Jensen confessed as he blushed self-consciously.
Jared’s lips quirked into a smirk. “Guess I really am the stud I always told you I was then,” Jared chuckled as he pushed Jensen’s robe aside to rub at Jensen’s protruding belly.
“You don’t know the half of it,” Jensen muttered as he bit his lip at the delicious sensations Jared’s roaming palm was producing over his belly.
“Hmm? And here I thought you were packing on the beef going out in sympathy for me. Wow, Jen, how far along are you? You’re belly is pretty big already,” Jared observed as he continued to rub over the rounded swell.
Jensen chuckled nervously. ”Yeah, about that...I ah...I’m about 8 to 9 weeks, as close a Misha can figure from the size of the babies on the ultrasound,” Jensen finished with an anxious swallow, his eyes glued to Jared, waiting for his reaction.
“Wow, you’re pretty big for 9 weeks, did he say why you’re show...hang on, did you say babies?” Jared asked with an awed stare.
Jensen smiled weakly, his lips quirking self-deprecatingly. “Umm, yeah...turns out you are a super stud with super sperm. Misha saw three in there,” Jensen winced as he waited for Jared to react to the news.
Jared blinked at him stunned for a few moments before he launched himself back into Jensen’s arms, pushing them both back on the bed with a shout of joy and peppering Jensen’s face with kisses.
“Seriously, three babies? Jen, you are so amazing,” Jared declared as he draped himself gently between Jensen’s splayed thighs, so their bellies butted up against each other, Jensen’s not much smaller than Jared’s even though he was four weeks behind him.
Jensen swallowed heavily at the nausea that churned from the movement of the bed, but he managed a wan smile at Jared’s clearly happy reaction to the news.
“You okay?” Jared asked with concern, his finger gently stroking Jensen pale cheek.
“Yeah, just don’t do so well with sudden movements these days,” he reassured him as he stretched his neck up to kiss Jared’s grinning mouth gently. “Mmm, minty fresh. You feeling okay now?” Jensen murmured against Jared’s soft lips as he took in Jared’s still pale features.
Jared deepened his kiss in answer, his hands cupping Jensen’s face as he continued to kiss him passionately. The strength of his desire evident in the hard line of his cock pressing up against the seam of Jensen hip.
Jensen broke off the kiss to catch his breath. His eyes locked onto Jared’s lust blown gaze.
“Seems at least little Jared is feeling just fine right now,” Jensen teased with a gentle thrust of his hips up into Jared, the moan of pleasure it produced out of Jared going straight to Jensen’s hardening cock.
“Ugggh, Jen. Been so long, need you,” Jared moaned into Jensen’s ear as he started to rock gently so that delicious friction of their cocks rubbing against each other through the soft cotton of their boxers sent tendrils of warmth spreading through Jensen, pushing the lingering nausea into the background for the moment.
“Mmmm, Jare,” Jensen moaned as Jared leaned in and captured his lips in a searing kiss as he continued to rock into Jensen, his cock a searing line of heat against his own.
“Feel so good Jen, want to get inside you. Can I baby? Can I split you open on my big cock, baby?” Jared growled in his ear as he thrust a little faster, his breaths panting across the shell of Jensen’s ear driving him wild with need.
“God yes, love it when you talk dirty to me. Want to feel every inch of you, pushing in and stretching me wide open,” Jensen virtually purred as he did his best to get as much friction on his cock as he could between their thrusting bodies.
‘Ngh, Jen, now,” Jared growled as he slid down Jensen’s body, his teeth nipping and biting at Jensen’s exposed skin, lapping soothingly with his tongue to take the sting out of the bites.
“Fuck Jare,” Jensen whimpered as the teasing of his skin sent sparks of pleasure rippling through his body.
Jared slowed down his ministrations to concentrate his focus on Jensen’s belly, pausing to kiss and suckle at Jensen’s bellybutton. When Jared licked his way into the hole of his bellybutton, his tongue thrusting in and out of the hole, and Jensen couldn’t help but arch up off the bed trying to get Jared’s tongue as far in as he could. The sensations that were bombarding him from the sensitive spot threatened to overwhelm him and have him spill like a teenager into his shorts.
“Guh...so...good,” Jensen whined as Jared nipped and suckled at the rim of the hole, teasing him with thrusts of his tongue deep inside.
“Mmmm, you like that, baby?” Jared teased as he panted his warm breath over the shivering skin of Jensen’s swollen belly.
“Yeah, gonna...make me...cum...if you...keep it...up,” Jensen panted as he struggled to catch his breath in the aftermath of the overwhelming sensations created by Jared’s wickedly talented mouth.
Jared shook his head and grinned with a predatory glint in his lust blown eyes. “No, not yet baby, gonna watch you spill up over our bellies with my cock splitting you wide open,” Jared declared as he licked at his lips in anticipation.
“Do it...want you...now,” Jensen growled as the thought of Jared fulfilling his promise almost had him spilling in anticipation of what was to come.
Jared moaned and palmed at his cock, obviously needing to regain some control himself.
“So hot, baby,” Jared murmured as he slid his hands down Jensen’s flank and slipped his thumbs under the already snug elastic band of Jensen’s boxers.
“Hmm, gonna have to buy you bigger ones soon, don’t want to cut off your circulation,” Jared grinned at him as he dragged Jensen’s boxers down his hips as Jensen raised himself off the bed to allow himself to be freed from the confining material.
When the cool air in the room hit his sensitive cock, Jensen moaned and writhed on the bed. The sensation almost too much for him, as he shivered from head to toe with the pleasure of it.
“So beautiful,” Jared murmured as he leaned in over Jensen and nuzzled his cheek into the wiry curls of his pubic hair. “Smell so good baby,” Jared cooed as he licked and suckled at the skin at the juncture of Jensen’s thighs, slowly teasing Jensen legs apart as he gently eased Jensen back on the bed so he could make room for himself between his splayed thighs.
Jensen cried out as he bucked up off the bed when Jared’s tongue probed tentatively at Jensen puckered hole with little warning. The warm puffs of breath over his hole as Jared giggled wickedly had Jensen swiping at the top of Jared’s head in mock anger.
“You could warn a guy,” Jensen whined petulantly as Jared continued to shake the bed a little with his chuckles.
“Sorry baby, you are just so sensitive I can’t help it,” Jared teased as he moved back in to gently swipe his warm wet tongue across his hole.
“Ngh, yeah,” Jensen called out as sparks of pure pleasure rippled through him at the laps of Jared’s tongue against his hole. His breath caught high in his throat as Jared’s tongue darted in to breech him with a quick thrust. He gaped like a fish out of water, his hands scrambling to clutch at the sheets as Jared’s tongue slid in and out of him with piston like precision. Suddenly, Jensen found himself rocking into Jared’s face, his need for more building like an itch under his lust heated skin.
“Jared,” Jensen screamed out his name as Jared pushed two fingers in beside his thrusting tongue at once, the delicious burn mixing just right with the heated pleasure having him moaning and calling out for more.
Jensen whimpered as Jared’s tongue slipped free from him, to be replaced a moment later with another finger. The heavy pants of Jared’s breath on his thigh distracting him from the burn as Jared scissored and twisted his fingers to stretch him wide. Jensen struggled to catch his breath as he continued to rock into Jared’s scissoring fingers, eager to get them deep inside so that Jared could touch on the sweet spot that would send lightning bolts of pleasure behind his eyes with each touch. Gradually, the sweet burn eased off as he stretch over the long fingers pushing ever deeper inside him. He couldn’t help the sobbing cry the left him as Jared suddenly pulled his fingers from him in one swift movement.
“Jared!” Jensen cried as he pushed up onto his elbows to see Jared moving from the bed to quickly scramble in the bedside drawer. Jensen cursed at him when he took more than 30 seconds to come up with the tube of lube in his hand.
“Jesus Jared, you could have got that before you fucked me dry with your fingers and left me begging and twitching on the bed,” Jensen whined as he flopped back onto the bed as Jared grinned wickedly at him and made a show of lubing his engorged cock in slow languid movements.
“God...you’re such a fucking tease,” Jensen moaned as he palmed his own throbbing erection and watched Jared close his eyes in pleasure as pre-cum dribbled from the purple tip onto Jared’s slow stroking hand.
“Come on, fuck me already,” Jensen whined as Jared bit at his lip as his breath sped up in time with his stroking hand on his leaking cock.
Jensen knew he’d been had when Jared grinned at him with an evil chuckle low in his throat and leaned in over his splayed body to kiss and nip at his pouting lips.
“Fucker,” Jensen cursed him as Jared lowered himself to glide his slick cock alongside his own.
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you, Jen. Gonna nail you right into this bed, have you screaming my name ‘til I let you cum,” Jared purred into his ear as he continued to thrust his hips into his with an infuriatingly slow rhythm. “Do you want me to fuck you, Jen, split you wide?” Jared breathed, the last being delivered with a sharp nip to his ear and a swipe of his tongue over the shell.
“YES!” Jensen screamed, his patience wearing thin as his cock throbbed and his hole twitched and ached with the need to be filled.
Jared smirked at him. “That’s my boy. So hot when you’re needy,” Jared praised him as he settled himself between Jensen’s thighs once more and broughta leg up to rest on his right shoulder. The gentle nudge of Jared’s hard cock against Jensen’s hole had him arching up into the sensation. He choked out a hoarse cry as the tip of Jared’s cock breached him when he pushed up to meet Jared before he could thrust in himself.
Unable to hold back his need for more, Jensen thrust up further, impaling himself on Jared’s thick cock, the delicious burn as it stretched him wide nearly had Jensen spilling between them without one single thrust from Jared.
“Fuck, Jen, so eager,” Jared moaned as he pulled out and thrust back in with a snap of his hips, pushing Jensen back onto the bed with thump.
“Yes...more...please...harder...faster,” Jensen begged as Jared stilled on the down thrust, only to inch his way back out as he pinned Jensen to the bed with the rest of his body.
Jensen arched into Jared’s sweat slick body, desperate for more as his hole twitched in anticipation of Jared’s next plunge in.
“So beautiful all stretch out and begging for me. Could keep you like this for hours,” Jared growled as he pulled back until only the very tip of his cock was stretching Jensen’s quivering hole.
Jensen flashed his eyes up at Jared, begging him silently not to threaten him with such torture when his body was craving Jared so much.
“Please,” Jensen pleaded as he clenched the sheets tight in his attempt to stop himself from impaling himself on Jared’s cock once more.
“Okay, baby, I’ll take care of you,” Jared soothed before adjusting Jensen’s thigh further up on his shoulder, stretching him wide to receive him before plunging in with an almost violent thrust.
Jensen couldn’t hold back his scream as Jared slammed into his prostate and continued to hit it dead on with each thrust into this body.
Each push of Jared cock brought him closer and closer to climax until his breath was so tight in his chest he was sure that if he didn’t cum soon he would pass out. It wasn’t until Jared’s hand slid up to cradle the swell of his belly that he finally spilled over their bellies and Jared’s hand with a breathless moan. Jared thrust into his spasming hole three more times before Jensen felt his cum pulse deep inside him.
Jared rolled them to their sides and lay panting heavily, his slowly waning cock still nestled inside him. The slippery wet slide of Jared’s cock inside his clenching walls had small aftershocks pulsing through him, sending full body shivers through his body.
Once they had both caught their breaths a little, Jared pulled out gently and leaned in to kiss him tenderly.
“I guess we won’t get to do that too often once the babies are born. Your screams would wake the dead,” Jared teased as he tweaked Jensen nipple with a light pinch of his fingers.
“Ow, hey. It’s not my fault you are a sex god,” Jensen teased back, squirming slight to get away from Jared’s pinching fingers that kept seeking out his sensitive nipples.
Jared paused in his teasing and flashed a huge grin at Jensen, pushing himself up on one elbow to look down at Jensen with a jauntily raised eyebrow. “Why, I am a master in the bedroom, aren’t I?” Jared replied usinga very poor English aristocracy accent.
Jensen laughed and pushed at Jared’s chest until he fell back onto the bed himself. Jared turned his head and looked seriously at Jensen.
“I love you, Jen, no matter what our lives bring us, always know that,” Jared declared as he clasped Jensen hand in his own.
Jensen had to swallow back the emotion that suddenly flooded his throat at the devotion in Jared’s declaration. Taking in a shuddering breath, Jensen smiled through teary eyes and nodded his assent, not able to trust his voice not to betray him if he tried to respond to Jared.
Jared clearly understood and simply pulled Jensen into his chest so that Jensen’s cheek rested over Jared’s calmly beating heart.
If Jared noticed the tears that slipped on his chest as the emotion of the day got the best of Jensen, he didn’t let on as they both drifted off into sleep.
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