ATU 6/7 Push
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pyrosgfTitle: Across The Universe 6/7
Part 6: Push
Author: pyrosgf
Pairing: Lambliff
Wordcount: 6080
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mpreg If it’s not your cup of tea scroll., aliens, sexing, and weirdness. Also this is NOT meant to be a crack fic, so if you’re looking for crack you might wanna go somewhere else. Later chapters will be in rather graphic detail.
Disclaimer: Nope I don’t own them. Don’t claim it ever happened and all that jazz.
Notes: I’ve been toying with the idea of writing a serious mpreg for many years and it wasn’t until the time of Lambliff that inspiration hit me in which to do so. This is a story of how alien Tommy discovers and copes with a pregnancy with Adam.
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scorpio_15, mirbabe, and tommyglitter, thank you girls for the feedback and constant support. I couldn’t have done this without you.
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PS If you want to check out all the other American Idol fics that I have somehow written without realizing just how many. I’ve compiled a master list, which you can find here.
ATU 1/7 Chasing Your Starlight
ATU 2/7 Aliens and Rainbows
ATU 3/7 Come Home
ATU 4/7 Beyond the Sky
ATU 5/7 Gone
“Soon,” Tommy parroted, and then the line went quiet.
A little more than a month later Tommy was pretty sure he was indeed a beached whale. His back ached, and he didn’t think he’d slept but three hours in the past four days. He’d spent the majority of his time wandering restlessly through the house, cleaning and disinfecting everything he could get his hands on. In the few moments he chose to sit, he slid down the wall in the nursery. It felt like Zen to just be there looking at all of the work that had been put into this space for the little girl that nudged him while he took it all in.
The past week or so she’d been moving less and in her stillness, Tommy’s need to move seemed to increase. The less she stirred the more he was aware that the time was near. He did anything and everything in his power to distract himself from it. He knew it wouldn’t be long and Adam wasn’t due to be home for another few days. As if to confirm his fears Tommy felt a tightening in his belly and he slumped over as much as he could in this position, with his hands pressed into the carpet and head bowed.
Right there in what was going to be the baby’s space, Tommy broke. He felt so fatigued and even more tired of the contractions that plagued his body. In frustration and desperation for it to be over, a few tears welled in his eyes. The strong play of emotions sent his body into alien form. “Figures,” he groaned, shifting until he was on his hands and knees. He loved sitting on the floor with the wall bracing his back, but he always forgot how difficult it was to get up after he’d managed to get down there.
With his hands planted on the floor parallel to his shoulders and his knees slightly spread, Tommy froze for a moment. The weight of his bump made his back arch, causing his belly to sag even closer to the floor. He curled in on himself and was delighted at the slight burn and stretch of his underused muscles. For several minutes Tommy repeated the movements. When he finally decided to get to his feet he felt at ease, and after almost twenty-four hours of being awake he felt drowsy.
The sun was still bright in their room. It was early, but as soon as his head hit the pillow he fell asleep.
…
Tommy wasn’t sure what had woken him, but when he opened his eyes the room was dark and he could see a sliver of a moon outside the window. With the night draped around him he laid quietly, wondering exactly what had disturbed his sleep.
His arms were still wrapped around his body pillow, clutching it to his chest even though he was on his back. It must’ve made for a hilarious sight. He could imagine it probably looked as if there was another body laid over his own. Tommy wished it were the case; the bed felt dreadfully empty without Adam.
A surge of joy suddenly consumed him and he wondered what could’ve provoked such happiness from his daughter. He felt her dancing inside him and rolled carefully from the bed, her movements a reminder that he had to piss like a racehorse. It wasn’t until he reached the bathroom door that he realized it was closed, and he surely didn’t remember shutting it. He couldn’t hear anything, but noticed a slim trickle of light escaping from underneath the door. Could it be?
He slowly opened the door to find the most beautiful sight for sore eyes standing at the sink, razor in hand and shaving cream spread in the a thick layer over his face. He could see Adam’s eyes light up in the reflection of the mirror, and his lover paused to turn back so their eyes locked.
“Did I wake you?”
“No, I uhh, I’m not sure what woke me up, but you’re home!” Tommy smiled and waddled to Adam, pulling him into a tight hug and kissing him, not caring about the shaving cream he was sure now decorated his face. The embrace lasted for several moments, each man smiling from ear to ear.
“God I’ve missed you.” Adam brushed the white cream from Tommy’s chin then squeezed his lover tighter, seeing those sweet brown eyes brimming with tears.
“I missed you too,” Tommy choked out, trying his best to talk around the lump in his throat, “ugh but I have to pee again.” He groaned and slowly detached himself from Adam’s embrace to wobble to the toilet. Quickly he pushed his sweat pants down and relieved himself with a sigh before tugging them back into place. They were much more comfortable and longer in the legs to accommodate his height in his natural form.
“Better?”
“Yeah, but what are you doing home… I thought it was still gonna be three more days?”
“Last appearance was cancelled,” Adam shrugged.
“Then why didn’t you wake me?”
“Tommy, wake you, are you crazy? I know you’ve not been sleeping well, and you looked too peaceful. I left my bags downstairs after you didn’t respond when I called for you. I figured I would shave and take a quick shower, but it looks like you caught me.”
Tommy wrapped his arms around Adam, who grinned and returned the hug. The two were nearly the same height and Tommy took full advantage of this by burrowing his head into Adam’s neck, shaving cream be damned. “I’m so happy you’re home, Adam.” The name was a sigh against Adam’s skin.
“I’m happy to be home.” Adam dropped his razor into the sink and returned Tommy’s embrace. When Tommy reluctantly let go he had a white streak down his cheek, stark against his bright pink skin. Adam again wiped Tommy’s face clean.
“I think she knew you were home, too,” said Tommy. “When I woke up I felt her excitement.”
Adam’s expression was tender as he snagged the bottom of Tommy’s t-shirt with his long fingers, carefully he tugged over Tommy’s head and let it fall to the floor. He then dropped to his knees and a sense to déjà vu came over Tommy. Inky black strands brushed his belly as Adam kissed his navel, one hand braced on each side of his bump. “You waited for me,” Adam breathed against Tommy’s skin, making him squirm.
“Adam, stop it, that uhh… damn…just finish shaving and get your shower already.”
Tommy knew he was doomed when Adam quirked an eyebrow, returned to his feet and picked up his razor. “Give me fifteen minutes, baby, and I’ll take care of that for you,” he purred with a glance at Tommy’s obvious need. “Go relax on the bed and get out the supplies, and please lose those pants.”
…
Tommy settled his nude form back on the bed, lube in hand, and listened intently. After five or so minutes he heard the shower turn on. He didn’t know what it was about Adam’s breath against his stomach, but when he felt it his body had immediately responded. His libido sure hadn’t taken a hit as was evident by the feel of his aching cock, which he couldn’t actually see anymore over his bump.
Time crept by until he finally heard the water turn off and it wasn’t long before Adam was strutting in from the bathroom, towel slung low on his hips and his hair hanging in loose, wet strands. Adam’s face was fresh and clean and Tommy could smell the scent of Old Spice. The warm, comforting aroma filled his senses. As his dark-haired lover drew closer, he was able to make out the dusting of freckles on Adam’s lower lip and was soon compelled to taste them.
Adam flopped down on the bed and Tommy used a hand on Adam’s neck to tug him forward and bring their lips together. Tommy captured that lower lip, nipping and sucking on it, his tongue running over the tender flesh so hungrily that he almost expected to feel the freckles. When he finally let the tasty morsel slip from between his teeth, Adam sighed. The man was a picture of perfection with his bottom lip slightly puffy, and Tommy couldn’t resist. He pawed greedily at Adam’s chest, something in him needing his lover to take him so strong that he burned with it.
“Shh, shh.” Adam’s voice was low and gravely with arousal and with a gentle hand, he lowered Tommy back to the bed and helped him to lie on his side. “I’ve got you, but we’re gonna try it this way.” Tommy looked back at Adam curiously. “It’ll be less strain on your body and you can just relax into me,” Adam explained while shifting onto his side. He carefully wrapped his fingers around Tommy’s long silver tresses and pulled the strands up onto the pillows, exposing the length of Tommy’s spine and the supple curve of his hip. “Are you comfortable?”
“Yeah.” Tommy reached back to hand Adam the lube he’d collected earlier. Adam’s fingers brushed his as he took the item and Tommy heard the snick of the cap. He knew what was coming but still shivered when a lube coated finger slid between his cheeks before coming to rest on his entrance. He breathed deeply, trying to wait patiently for Adam to push inside, but it wasn’t easy. Not with that taunting digit, slowly circling the rim and then dipping inside, testing before returning to the maddening circles. “Adam,” he whimpered, every fiber of his being begging him to arch back onto that finger, but still he waited. Adam finally took pity and the minute those luscious lips captured Tommy’s earlobe he felt the finger sink into him. Being with Adam was always intense, but something about being stretched open tonight made it even more so. He felt Adam’s long finger curling and fisted the sheets when it pressed the bundle of nerves inside him. “Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“What is it glitterbaby? Feel good?” Adam said knowingly. He bit the soft flesh of Tommy’s ear.
Tommy groaned. “Adam, gods, I don’t even know, it’s just, I’m so sensitive. I need you inside me.”
“Patience is a virtue,” Adam purred as he added a second finger.
Frustrated, Tommy wiggled on Adam’s fingers, somehow still able to mentally relax his body to accommodate his lover. With everything else going haywire Tommy didn’t know how that dumb luck was bestowed on him, but Adam paused and Tommy knew he could feel the difference. “Now, Adam,” he demanded, and was pleased when Adam’s fingers withdrew.
Adam reached over him, grabbed the body pillow, and situated it under his bump. “Now you can rest your top leg on the pillow too if you want. Whatever is most comfortable to you.”
Tommy bent his leg, letting it fall onto the pillow, and tested it for a moment. “Yeah, this feels good.” With his words Adam pressed up against him and Tommy moaned softly when Adam’s cock found his hole and began to push inside. “Yesssss,” he hissed, the pleasure swimming through his veins at just this contact.
Adam moved slowly, his hand braced on Tommy’s bump as he nudged his cock into Tommy’s spot while the smaller man rocked back to meet his lover. Together they moved, Adam driving Tommy to the brink of insanity faster than he thought possible. He began to tremble with the sheer need to come and Adam, as always, knew exactly what he needed. The hand that had rested on his stomach shifted down between the pillow and his body until long fingers gripped and began stroking his cock.
“Nnghhhh.” It was incoherent, but it was the only thing that seemed to express the delicious feeling that coursed through him. The pool of lava in his belly spread throughout his entire body and his cock suddenly exploded, coating Adam’s hand, his own stomach, and the pillow he’d been resting on.
“Tommy,” Adam gasped then sunk his teeth into Tommy’s neck, his hips faltering, and Tommy knew by the desperate sounds that he was coming hard.
They came down together, both breathless for a moment. Tommy finally tossed the soiled pillow onto the floor, but it was Adam who made it out of the bed. Tommy watched him retreat, the vision just as gorgeous walking away as it was coming. When Adam returned he was carrying a washcloth, and Tommy smiled as he felt the heat of the cloth mopping up the mess on his stomach before it drifted down to wipe away the lube from his ass.
Adam dropped the cloth, crawled into the bed and got cozy. Tommy scooted into Adam’s arms using the expanse of flat torso to rest his belly. Adam’s laughter was light and musical in his ear, and it was then he realized he was human again. “Well at least that didn’t happen in the middle of our fun.”
“I’m somehow glad that’s never happened.” Tommy snuggled closer to Adam and was pleased when a large hand settled over his tummy. It wasn’t long before he felt himself drifting off to sleep.
…
The dull ache of his bladder woke him and one peek at the clock told him it was three in the morning. It had been fairly early when he and Adam had finished so Tommy guessed he’d somehow slept solid for five hours, along with however many he’d gotten when he’d crashed earlier. He felt rested. Quietly he extricated himself from Adam’s arms, the larger man making small snuffling noises in his sleep at the loss. Adam was fast asleep again by the time Tommy stood and he couldn’t resist looking back at his partner’s peaceful face.
The smile that tugged at his lips stayed with him on his trip to the bathroom. He quickly relieved himself, missing the ability to actually see his dick in his hand. When he finished he washed his hands, dried them, and turned sidewise to consider his belly in the mirror. He laced his fingers together below his bump and pushed up against it, feeling the weight in his hands while his eyes appraised the vision. Tommy’s frame was still quite dainty, most of the weight gained centering in his palms. His ponderings were interrupted when he felt the tightening of his lower belly in his hands at the same time that pain began to radiate through him. Consciously he squared his feet so that they were parallel with his shoulders, let his chin fall to his chest, and cradled his bump with his hands. He pressed his fingertips into the tightened muscles, finding some relief in the simple action. His eyes slipped shut as he breathed shallow and fast.
It was almost a full minute before the tightened muscles released, the tension in his body fell away and Tommy could open his eyes again. He took a deep breath, noting that this contraction had been more intense, and then made his way back to bed to cuddle next to a still sleeping Adam.
He curled up, threw his leg over Adam’s thigh and nuzzled his nose into Adam’s neck, the scent of aftershave and the undertone of his lover’s skin soothing him. Tommy was wide-awake, but enjoyed the feel of sleep-warmed skin against his as time slipped by unnoticed. An arm looped around him and Adam’s hand settled on his shoulder. Even in sleep Adam drew him closer. It was wonderful until Tommy felt the beginnings of another contraction. He looked back to the clock and saw that it’d probably been twenty minutes since he’d lain back down.
“Adam,” he panted against his lover’s neck. “Baby I need you to let me loose.”
The large arm dropped and Adam shifted until his sleepy eyes were blinking down at Tommy. “You okay?” His voice was small in the quiet of the darkness that surrounded them.
“Yeah… just another contraction, it’s fine, go back to sleep… I-I just- I need to get up.” Tommy slid from Adam’s arms and off the bed.
“You want me to get up with you? I don’t mind.” Adam sounded sincere, but Tommy didn’t want to keep his lover up when it wasn’t necessary. Adam had just made it home and Tommy knew the few hours of sleep they’d shared was not enough.
“No, it’s okay, they’ve been coming and going. If I need you I’ll call. I’m just gonna walk around a little bit. Feels less intense when I’m on my feet.”
“Okay.” Adam rolled onto his side and Tommy crept quietly from the room. By the time his feet left the carpet and hit the cool hardwood, the contraction had passed. He still felt restless though and proceeded down the stairs. He paced from one side of the downstairs to the other. The kitchen was dark, the living room was illuminated by the streetlight, and when he made it to the study he found the glow of his laptop screen. He thought he’d turned it off, but apparently it would be serving to light his way into the one room in the house without a window.
He could hear the minutes ticking by on the clock on the mantle, and long about twenty minutes later he felt yet another contraction. This one wasn’t stronger but it felt different. The tension wrapped around his thighs, ass, and belly as it peaked, and that made him suspect he just might be in labor. The previous Braxton-Hicks had mostly focused in his belly and radiated out, but this one gripped him much differently.
…
The room became lighter; the sun cast its rays into their living room at about the same time Tommy sunk to his knees. It was a little after seven in the morning and the contractions had steadily gotten closer together over the past four hours. Every twenty minutes had somehow slid into every fifteen and now Tommy was on his knees in front of the couch with his arm braced on the cushion. He’d discovered in his restlessness that in this position, with his legs spread wide apart, the pain lessened when he rocked his hips. And so that’s what he did. Arm curled under his belly, he rocked back and forth with the flow of his discomfort. With each pain he could feel her moving lower into his pelvis, and he felt more and more like he had a bowling ball between his legs.
It finally passed and Tommy slumped, his head landing on his arm. A distinct flash spread through the room when his human form slipped and seconds later he felt a tiny foot slam into his stomach. “Sorry baby girl, I have no control over it,” he said to his bump while resting his face on his arm.
The extra heat produced by the length of hair flowing down his back was agitating. He quickly swept it up from his neck using the ponytail holder on his wrist to secure it high off his neck. No it wasn’t perfect, but the silver locks that spilled from the high ponytail allowed the cool air to brush over his neck. He stood up, turned to look at the clock and grabbed the large glass of ice water he’d left on the coffee table. He took three gulps, eyeing the minute hand on the clock. By the looks of it, it was going to be a long day.
…
Three contractions later an odd sensation overwhelmed him. Tommy reached between his legs just in time to feel a gush of fluid hit his hand. “Fuck,” he whined, and when the flow stopped he used a tentative finger to explore the opening that hadn’t been there several minutes prior. His waters had ruptured and now coated the floor between his thighs. He’d read that once his waters had broken things would get more painful. “Fantastic.”
When the next contraction hit it was much harder, and only about six minutes from the last. Tommy wished he knew the average birthing time for his species, but alas everything he’d read on human pregnancy said the first delivery could take hours and sometimes days. He winced at the thought, moaning softly. The noise seemed to help with the pain, but he didn’t want to wake Adam. His lower back ached and his belly felt like a rock underneath his fingers.
His form changed to human as soon as the contraction passed, and on unsteady feet he went to the bathroom to grab a towel. Back in the living room Tommy threw it over the puddle and quickly wobbled into the bathroom. With a wet cloth he was able to clean his thighs. He knew it was pointless because the birth wasn’t going to be a clean event, but somehow it made him feel better. Something about the cool air in the bathroom made him feel better. He grabbed several more towels from the closet and spread them along the floor. The cold tile felt good on his feet, but he knew it wouldn’t feel good to his knees.
Somehow Tommy managed to complete his task before the next contraction crept up from his lower back to squeeze his bump. He got to his hands and knees to work through it. It was more painful than the last and he knew he was doomed. With that contraction he felt her move further into his birth canal and when it passed a minute or so later he was completely wiped.
…
Tommy didn’t know how much time had gone by; there was no clock in the bathroom and with his form switching constantly he didn’t dare wear a watch. The contractions were coming in waves and it was taking every bit of energy just to stay on top of them. Tommy feared he would soon drown in the all-consuming pain. What had started as hums and low moans in his throat had escalated to desperate cries. He didn’t know how Adam was still sleeping. Adam He crawled desperately from the towels to the doorway. The house was silent.
“ADAMMMMMMMMMM!” He yelled as loudly as he could. “ADAM, GET DOWN HERE!!”
Tommy crawled back to the towels and rested on his elbows with his head on his arms. He shut his eyes as the next wave crashed into his body. The sounds that came out of his throat left it feeling scratchy and dry, but he couldn’t care less. The lower she moved into his pelvis the more pressure he felt, and over the last couple contractions he’d noticed his testes retreating bit by bit. Tommy knew once they’d found safety in his body he would be consumed by the need to push; he just hoped when all was said and done that his body would return to almost normal. When the tight hug on his bump finally released he heard footsteps on the stairs and silently thanked the heavens that Adam had heard him.
The dark-haired man entered the bathroom and his face was drawn with worry. Tommy noted Adam had just managed to throw on a pair of sleep pants; other than that he was still sleep ruffled. “You’ve been in labor all night?” he asked when another contraction hit.
Vaguely Tommy felt Adam’s presence beside him and a large hand pressing into his back. The pressure counteracted some of the pain consuming him and allowed him to take several deep, slow breaths in between the grunts and sharp whimpers that left him.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Adam breathed against his ear.
Tommy was pleased when Adam whispered soft words of encouragement until the contraction slipped away. “What time is it?” he panted against Adam’s thigh.
“Ten.” They’d fallen asleep around ten the previous night so Adam had slept for twelve hours. Tommy couldn’t blame him, but right now he was internally cursing Adam for everything he was worth, or maybe not Adam, but Adam’s dick for sure.
“Had the first contraction around three I think, and it was all pretty slow and manageable until my water broke. Don’t remember when it happened, but I put a towel down over it in front of the couch. Now it’s like they’re almost on top of each other.” He took a gulp of air, “FUCK!” Tommy curled in on himself and Adam’s hand pushed into his back again. He felt the baby shift inside him as well as her tension and fear along with his own. “I can’t do this anymore,” he whined high and tight into his chest.
“You’ve been doing it baby,” Adam tried to reassure him.
Desperation seeped into Tommy’s bones when the contraction peaked and his balls drew up into his body. The pressure he’d been feeling intensified in that moment and the urge to bear down hit him hard, but the contraction slipped away. “Adam, this next contraction I’m gonna push. I need your help to deliver her.” Tommy made it to his knees and scooted over to the toilet. The cool porcelain felt good against his overheated skin and the towels cushioned his knees. “Adam?”
“Yeah, I’m here.” When Adam kneeled by Tommy’s side he was holding more fresh towels, scissors, which they’d disinfected, and a new shoelace. “I was just grabbing the supplies. “I remember you explaining to me there would be an opening, is it, I mean uhh…”
“Yeah, it opened when my water broke.”
“Oh yeah, right, that would make sense.”
Tightening in his lower back alerted Tommy that things were about to get interesting. When the feeling moved to his abdomen he gave a tiny push just to see how it felt. It was an odd relief to counteract the pressure, but it felt almost as if his insides were splitting. He honestly didn’t expect to be birthing in human form and was a tad confused that his body hadn’t switched to his natural form for the event, but he went with it.
“Adam,” he groaned as the pain wrapped tightly around him, clutching his bump desperately, “pushing now.” Tommy put his head to his chest, his other hand gripping the back of the toilet lid, and pushed against the tremendous pressure in his groin. He felt the baby moving down and let out the breath he was holding before sucking in another and bearing down once more.
“Come on Tommy, that’s it. Push, you’re doing so good baby.”
Adam had apparently become his cheerleader, and Tommy was thankful. It gave him renewed strength. He got in one more push before the contraction ended and found it curious how the overwhelming need to do so lessoned with the absence of the contraction. “She’s moving down slowly.”
“I’m so proud of you.”
“It’s coming,” he managed to get out before pressing his upper half onto the toilet lid, hugging the bowl tightly as he bore down with the urge of his body until his breath left him. He drew in a long breath and gripped the toilet even tighter as he began to push when he felt the baby surge down suddenly. “Adam, FUCK, oww oww! Close,” he whimpered, hoping Adam would take the hint.
He felt Adam move closer and reached down to touch his ass. “Right here.” Adam’s hand slid between his legs just as it peaked.
“Unggg…” The sound was long and pathetic as he gave a tiny push, the overwhelming burn around the canal opening making him more aware of the fact that he’d rather not tear.
“I can feel her head, it’s coming slowly, push, baby.”
Tommy did as he was told and grunted with the effort of it. The burn only increased when her head came further down and he reached between his thighs to feel it. He pushed hard and felt the way her head moved into his palm before bringing his hand back up. “I need to move, fuck,” he panted as the contraction ebbed.
“Are you sure you should?”
“Adam, I’m doing what my body wants right now.” He crawled to the tub, intensely relieved it was one of the ones without the feet. Tommy settled himself so that he was squatted with his forearms resting on the edge of the tub and his back pressed against the outside of it. In this position he felt like he had enough room to deliver her, and with Adam sitting in front of him it felt right.
“Alright, Tommy, you should be able to get her head out with this next contraction.”
Tommy only nodded, his body curling in on itself as it followed its own desires. Adam’s hand was there again and Tommy focused on getting her out as quickly as possible without hurting either of them. Another good push and he felt the baby surge forward.
“I see her forehead, baby. Don’t push, pant for me.”
Tommy was suddenly glad he’d sent all the birthing reading material to Adam over the past couple of months because without Adam’s level head he’d be lost right now. He panted for several seconds, fighting his body’s natural urge to bear down. “Oh gods.”
“That’s it baby, she’s coming…I see her nose. Give a little push if you need to, gentle, easy, Tommy.”
Tommy pushed down and moaned and almost immediately an overwhelming relief flooded him as the contraction ebbed. “Her head is out.”
“Yeah,” Adam said and smiled at Tommy when they locked eyes. “I’ve got her head, once her shoulders are out the rest will be easy.”
“Easy for you to say.” Tommy tensed up when the next wave hit and bore down as hard as he could. His breath left as a shriek, which echoed into the tiny space.
“Come on, again Tommy, big push,” Adam directed, and Tommy pushed again until he felt as if his eyeballs were going to pop out of his head. “Yeah baby, that’s it, one shoulder. Come on baby, one more time. Push for me.”
“Fuck fuck…” Tommy whimpered before taking one more deep breath, chin to his chest, and pushed with all his might. That time he was sure some blood vessels in his eyes busted. They stung, but he couldn’t manage to care because he felt her tiny body slide out and opened his eyes just in time to see the wriggly baby in Adam’s hands.
He slumped down, his ass resting on the fluid soaked towels, just watching while Adam cleaned their newborn with a fresh towel as she squalled in his trembling hands. Adam made no move to cut the cord; they’d decided during some late night conversation that they at least wanted to wait until the cord stopped pulsing before severing it. When Adam returned her to Tommy’s awaiting arms he was amazed at the very human looking tiny bundle. He stroked her rosy little cheeks and she opened her eyes and quieted almost immediately. Her eyes were the color of Zurran’s moons just like her father’s. The only indication that she was Tommy’s baby was the lavender flecks that swam in the crystal blue orbs. He opened the towel just for giggles to ensure it was a girl as he’d expected and indeed confirmed what he knew all along.
Adam settled down beside him and Tommy watched Adam stroke her tiny hand. “She’s perfect,” his lover sighed and kissed his cheek.
“Yes she is.” Tommy’s voice was weak and cracked from the dryness in his throat, but he was happy. “She needs a name.”
“Don’t look at me, you did the work, what do you think suits her?”
Tommy sat for several moments just taking in all of her features and thinking about how they’d gotten this far. “Aurora, because she’s already the light of our lives.”
“Aurora,” Adam parroted. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” Adam smiled.
“Aurora Zurran Lambert.” Tommy tested it out on his tongue and loved it.
“Perfect,” Adam sighed, touching her cheek. She was silent in his arms, just checking things out, her tiny eyes focusing on her father.
Tommy felt the cramping begin again and situated himself, sliding his back away from the wall to create room to deliver the afterbirth. Adam’s eyes narrowed on his face and Tommy handed Aurora to her doting daddy. He pushed down with a particularly strong spasm of his insides and the afterbirth flopped onto the towel between his legs along with another tiny gush of fluids. He sighed in relief when he felt the opening that had allowed his daughter entrance into the world seal shut, signifying that the event was over. His testes dropped down slowly, returning to their original posts and he was amazed that he could now finally see his groin again. He was by no means back to normal, his tummy still looking bloated, but it was a definite improvement. “Hey daddy, you wanna cut her cord?”
Adam beamed up at him and placed the swaddled infant between his thighs before grabbing the shoelace and scissors from beside him. Tommy watched Adam carefully tie the cord close to her belly and then snip it.
“God Tommy, I can believe it. I’m a daddy.” Adam picked the little bundle up in his arms and she let out a tiny cry.
“I think it’s even harder for me to believe that I’m a mommy,” Tommy laughed, but was soon enveloped with hunger, her hunger. “Apparently she’s still projecting her wants onto me,” Tommy giggled, happy that their connection hadn’t been broken. “She’s hungry.”
Adam handed their daughter back to Tommy and began spreading dry towels in the clean corner between the tub and the wall. “Here, move over here where it’s dry. I know you’ll probably want a shower, but I’ll clean up in here while you feed her and then I’ll watch her while you wash up.”
“Yeah, that would be nice.” Tommy carefully stood with Adam’s help and was lowered back down to the clean spot, the hungry squalls ringing in his ears as he held his baby close. Her cries and nuzzling his at chest had brought a pearl of milk to his nipple. “I’m not really sure what I’m doing here.” He looked up at Adam and the larger man squatted beside him.
“Try brushing her cheek with your finger.”
Tommy did as Adam directed and grinned when Aurora’s tiny little mouth opened. He used that to his advantage and brought her up to his nipple where she latched on oh so greedily.
“There,” Adam said, watching her as she suckled for a moment before gaining his feet.
The contented sucking noises that she made and the overwhelming happiness that flooded his body transfixed Tommy. He’d done it and now his milk was nourishing this tiny life. His heart swelled with love for her and his partner. He didn’t know how much time passed and felt dazed when she finally released his nipple. Tommy looked at her contented sleeping face and brushed away a small drop of milk on her lip with his finger. He sensed Adam beside him and when he turned his head he felt the gentle press of lips meeting his.
When they parted Adam looked down to the baby intently. “Give her to me and grab a shower.”
“Yeah,” he sighed, feeling just as blissed-out from the feeding as Aurora looked. When Tommy handed Adam the baby, taking one long look at her very human appearance, a thought occurred to him. “Adam, I bet that’s the reason I had such a hard time holding my form. She took mostly after you and I suspect that’s why my body didn’t slip to my natural form during birth.” With that thought in mind he mentally flicked his image projection down, and after months of it not obeying his commands, there he stood in his Zar form. “Looks like I finally have control over myself again.”
Adam smiled widened. “Sounds like you might be right.”
Tommy grinned and stepped into the tub. He heard the sound of the door shutting as Adam left with a still sleeping Aurora. When he turned on the water and the warm spray hit his body, he felt content. He was a mother, he had a family, and nothing could be better than that.
ATU 7/7 Little Lies
Part 6: Push
Author: pyrosgf
Pairing: Lambliff
Wordcount: 6080
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mpreg If it’s not your cup of tea scroll., aliens, sexing, and weirdness. Also this is NOT meant to be a crack fic, so if you’re looking for crack you might wanna go somewhere else. Later chapters will be in rather graphic detail.
Disclaimer: Nope I don’t own them. Don’t claim it ever happened and all that jazz.
Notes: I’ve been toying with the idea of writing a serious mpreg for many years and it wasn’t until the time of Lambliff that inspiration hit me in which to do so. This is a story of how alien Tommy discovers and copes with a pregnancy with Adam.
Special Note:
scorpio_15, mirbabe, and tommyglitter, thank you girls for the feedback and constant support. I couldn’t have done this without you. Beta:
scorpio_15.PS If you want to check out all the other American Idol fics that I have somehow written without realizing just how many. I’ve compiled a master list, which you can find here.
ATU 1/7 Chasing Your Starlight
ATU 2/7 Aliens and Rainbows
ATU 3/7 Come Home
ATU 4/7 Beyond the Sky
ATU 5/7 Gone
“Soon,” Tommy parroted, and then the line went quiet.
A little more than a month later Tommy was pretty sure he was indeed a beached whale. His back ached, and he didn’t think he’d slept but three hours in the past four days. He’d spent the majority of his time wandering restlessly through the house, cleaning and disinfecting everything he could get his hands on. In the few moments he chose to sit, he slid down the wall in the nursery. It felt like Zen to just be there looking at all of the work that had been put into this space for the little girl that nudged him while he took it all in.
The past week or so she’d been moving less and in her stillness, Tommy’s need to move seemed to increase. The less she stirred the more he was aware that the time was near. He did anything and everything in his power to distract himself from it. He knew it wouldn’t be long and Adam wasn’t due to be home for another few days. As if to confirm his fears Tommy felt a tightening in his belly and he slumped over as much as he could in this position, with his hands pressed into the carpet and head bowed.
Right there in what was going to be the baby’s space, Tommy broke. He felt so fatigued and even more tired of the contractions that plagued his body. In frustration and desperation for it to be over, a few tears welled in his eyes. The strong play of emotions sent his body into alien form. “Figures,” he groaned, shifting until he was on his hands and knees. He loved sitting on the floor with the wall bracing his back, but he always forgot how difficult it was to get up after he’d managed to get down there.
With his hands planted on the floor parallel to his shoulders and his knees slightly spread, Tommy froze for a moment. The weight of his bump made his back arch, causing his belly to sag even closer to the floor. He curled in on himself and was delighted at the slight burn and stretch of his underused muscles. For several minutes Tommy repeated the movements. When he finally decided to get to his feet he felt at ease, and after almost twenty-four hours of being awake he felt drowsy.
The sun was still bright in their room. It was early, but as soon as his head hit the pillow he fell asleep.
…
Tommy wasn’t sure what had woken him, but when he opened his eyes the room was dark and he could see a sliver of a moon outside the window. With the night draped around him he laid quietly, wondering exactly what had disturbed his sleep.
His arms were still wrapped around his body pillow, clutching it to his chest even though he was on his back. It must’ve made for a hilarious sight. He could imagine it probably looked as if there was another body laid over his own. Tommy wished it were the case; the bed felt dreadfully empty without Adam.
A surge of joy suddenly consumed him and he wondered what could’ve provoked such happiness from his daughter. He felt her dancing inside him and rolled carefully from the bed, her movements a reminder that he had to piss like a racehorse. It wasn’t until he reached the bathroom door that he realized it was closed, and he surely didn’t remember shutting it. He couldn’t hear anything, but noticed a slim trickle of light escaping from underneath the door. Could it be?
He slowly opened the door to find the most beautiful sight for sore eyes standing at the sink, razor in hand and shaving cream spread in the a thick layer over his face. He could see Adam’s eyes light up in the reflection of the mirror, and his lover paused to turn back so their eyes locked.
“Did I wake you?”
“No, I uhh, I’m not sure what woke me up, but you’re home!” Tommy smiled and waddled to Adam, pulling him into a tight hug and kissing him, not caring about the shaving cream he was sure now decorated his face. The embrace lasted for several moments, each man smiling from ear to ear.
“God I’ve missed you.” Adam brushed the white cream from Tommy’s chin then squeezed his lover tighter, seeing those sweet brown eyes brimming with tears.
“I missed you too,” Tommy choked out, trying his best to talk around the lump in his throat, “ugh but I have to pee again.” He groaned and slowly detached himself from Adam’s embrace to wobble to the toilet. Quickly he pushed his sweat pants down and relieved himself with a sigh before tugging them back into place. They were much more comfortable and longer in the legs to accommodate his height in his natural form.
“Better?”
“Yeah, but what are you doing home… I thought it was still gonna be three more days?”
“Last appearance was cancelled,” Adam shrugged.
“Then why didn’t you wake me?”
“Tommy, wake you, are you crazy? I know you’ve not been sleeping well, and you looked too peaceful. I left my bags downstairs after you didn’t respond when I called for you. I figured I would shave and take a quick shower, but it looks like you caught me.”
Tommy wrapped his arms around Adam, who grinned and returned the hug. The two were nearly the same height and Tommy took full advantage of this by burrowing his head into Adam’s neck, shaving cream be damned. “I’m so happy you’re home, Adam.” The name was a sigh against Adam’s skin.
“I’m happy to be home.” Adam dropped his razor into the sink and returned Tommy’s embrace. When Tommy reluctantly let go he had a white streak down his cheek, stark against his bright pink skin. Adam again wiped Tommy’s face clean.
“I think she knew you were home, too,” said Tommy. “When I woke up I felt her excitement.”
Adam’s expression was tender as he snagged the bottom of Tommy’s t-shirt with his long fingers, carefully he tugged over Tommy’s head and let it fall to the floor. He then dropped to his knees and a sense to déjà vu came over Tommy. Inky black strands brushed his belly as Adam kissed his navel, one hand braced on each side of his bump. “You waited for me,” Adam breathed against Tommy’s skin, making him squirm.
“Adam, stop it, that uhh… damn…just finish shaving and get your shower already.”
Tommy knew he was doomed when Adam quirked an eyebrow, returned to his feet and picked up his razor. “Give me fifteen minutes, baby, and I’ll take care of that for you,” he purred with a glance at Tommy’s obvious need. “Go relax on the bed and get out the supplies, and please lose those pants.”
…
Tommy settled his nude form back on the bed, lube in hand, and listened intently. After five or so minutes he heard the shower turn on. He didn’t know what it was about Adam’s breath against his stomach, but when he felt it his body had immediately responded. His libido sure hadn’t taken a hit as was evident by the feel of his aching cock, which he couldn’t actually see anymore over his bump.
Time crept by until he finally heard the water turn off and it wasn’t long before Adam was strutting in from the bathroom, towel slung low on his hips and his hair hanging in loose, wet strands. Adam’s face was fresh and clean and Tommy could smell the scent of Old Spice. The warm, comforting aroma filled his senses. As his dark-haired lover drew closer, he was able to make out the dusting of freckles on Adam’s lower lip and was soon compelled to taste them.
Adam flopped down on the bed and Tommy used a hand on Adam’s neck to tug him forward and bring their lips together. Tommy captured that lower lip, nipping and sucking on it, his tongue running over the tender flesh so hungrily that he almost expected to feel the freckles. When he finally let the tasty morsel slip from between his teeth, Adam sighed. The man was a picture of perfection with his bottom lip slightly puffy, and Tommy couldn’t resist. He pawed greedily at Adam’s chest, something in him needing his lover to take him so strong that he burned with it.
“Shh, shh.” Adam’s voice was low and gravely with arousal and with a gentle hand, he lowered Tommy back to the bed and helped him to lie on his side. “I’ve got you, but we’re gonna try it this way.” Tommy looked back at Adam curiously. “It’ll be less strain on your body and you can just relax into me,” Adam explained while shifting onto his side. He carefully wrapped his fingers around Tommy’s long silver tresses and pulled the strands up onto the pillows, exposing the length of Tommy’s spine and the supple curve of his hip. “Are you comfortable?”
“Yeah.” Tommy reached back to hand Adam the lube he’d collected earlier. Adam’s fingers brushed his as he took the item and Tommy heard the snick of the cap. He knew what was coming but still shivered when a lube coated finger slid between his cheeks before coming to rest on his entrance. He breathed deeply, trying to wait patiently for Adam to push inside, but it wasn’t easy. Not with that taunting digit, slowly circling the rim and then dipping inside, testing before returning to the maddening circles. “Adam,” he whimpered, every fiber of his being begging him to arch back onto that finger, but still he waited. Adam finally took pity and the minute those luscious lips captured Tommy’s earlobe he felt the finger sink into him. Being with Adam was always intense, but something about being stretched open tonight made it even more so. He felt Adam’s long finger curling and fisted the sheets when it pressed the bundle of nerves inside him. “Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“What is it glitterbaby? Feel good?” Adam said knowingly. He bit the soft flesh of Tommy’s ear.
Tommy groaned. “Adam, gods, I don’t even know, it’s just, I’m so sensitive. I need you inside me.”
“Patience is a virtue,” Adam purred as he added a second finger.
Frustrated, Tommy wiggled on Adam’s fingers, somehow still able to mentally relax his body to accommodate his lover. With everything else going haywire Tommy didn’t know how that dumb luck was bestowed on him, but Adam paused and Tommy knew he could feel the difference. “Now, Adam,” he demanded, and was pleased when Adam’s fingers withdrew.
Adam reached over him, grabbed the body pillow, and situated it under his bump. “Now you can rest your top leg on the pillow too if you want. Whatever is most comfortable to you.”
Tommy bent his leg, letting it fall onto the pillow, and tested it for a moment. “Yeah, this feels good.” With his words Adam pressed up against him and Tommy moaned softly when Adam’s cock found his hole and began to push inside. “Yesssss,” he hissed, the pleasure swimming through his veins at just this contact.
Adam moved slowly, his hand braced on Tommy’s bump as he nudged his cock into Tommy’s spot while the smaller man rocked back to meet his lover. Together they moved, Adam driving Tommy to the brink of insanity faster than he thought possible. He began to tremble with the sheer need to come and Adam, as always, knew exactly what he needed. The hand that had rested on his stomach shifted down between the pillow and his body until long fingers gripped and began stroking his cock.
“Nnghhhh.” It was incoherent, but it was the only thing that seemed to express the delicious feeling that coursed through him. The pool of lava in his belly spread throughout his entire body and his cock suddenly exploded, coating Adam’s hand, his own stomach, and the pillow he’d been resting on.
“Tommy,” Adam gasped then sunk his teeth into Tommy’s neck, his hips faltering, and Tommy knew by the desperate sounds that he was coming hard.
They came down together, both breathless for a moment. Tommy finally tossed the soiled pillow onto the floor, but it was Adam who made it out of the bed. Tommy watched him retreat, the vision just as gorgeous walking away as it was coming. When Adam returned he was carrying a washcloth, and Tommy smiled as he felt the heat of the cloth mopping up the mess on his stomach before it drifted down to wipe away the lube from his ass.
Adam dropped the cloth, crawled into the bed and got cozy. Tommy scooted into Adam’s arms using the expanse of flat torso to rest his belly. Adam’s laughter was light and musical in his ear, and it was then he realized he was human again. “Well at least that didn’t happen in the middle of our fun.”
“I’m somehow glad that’s never happened.” Tommy snuggled closer to Adam and was pleased when a large hand settled over his tummy. It wasn’t long before he felt himself drifting off to sleep.
…
The dull ache of his bladder woke him and one peek at the clock told him it was three in the morning. It had been fairly early when he and Adam had finished so Tommy guessed he’d somehow slept solid for five hours, along with however many he’d gotten when he’d crashed earlier. He felt rested. Quietly he extricated himself from Adam’s arms, the larger man making small snuffling noises in his sleep at the loss. Adam was fast asleep again by the time Tommy stood and he couldn’t resist looking back at his partner’s peaceful face.
The smile that tugged at his lips stayed with him on his trip to the bathroom. He quickly relieved himself, missing the ability to actually see his dick in his hand. When he finished he washed his hands, dried them, and turned sidewise to consider his belly in the mirror. He laced his fingers together below his bump and pushed up against it, feeling the weight in his hands while his eyes appraised the vision. Tommy’s frame was still quite dainty, most of the weight gained centering in his palms. His ponderings were interrupted when he felt the tightening of his lower belly in his hands at the same time that pain began to radiate through him. Consciously he squared his feet so that they were parallel with his shoulders, let his chin fall to his chest, and cradled his bump with his hands. He pressed his fingertips into the tightened muscles, finding some relief in the simple action. His eyes slipped shut as he breathed shallow and fast.
It was almost a full minute before the tightened muscles released, the tension in his body fell away and Tommy could open his eyes again. He took a deep breath, noting that this contraction had been more intense, and then made his way back to bed to cuddle next to a still sleeping Adam.
He curled up, threw his leg over Adam’s thigh and nuzzled his nose into Adam’s neck, the scent of aftershave and the undertone of his lover’s skin soothing him. Tommy was wide-awake, but enjoyed the feel of sleep-warmed skin against his as time slipped by unnoticed. An arm looped around him and Adam’s hand settled on his shoulder. Even in sleep Adam drew him closer. It was wonderful until Tommy felt the beginnings of another contraction. He looked back to the clock and saw that it’d probably been twenty minutes since he’d lain back down.
“Adam,” he panted against his lover’s neck. “Baby I need you to let me loose.”
The large arm dropped and Adam shifted until his sleepy eyes were blinking down at Tommy. “You okay?” His voice was small in the quiet of the darkness that surrounded them.
“Yeah… just another contraction, it’s fine, go back to sleep… I-I just- I need to get up.” Tommy slid from Adam’s arms and off the bed.
“You want me to get up with you? I don’t mind.” Adam sounded sincere, but Tommy didn’t want to keep his lover up when it wasn’t necessary. Adam had just made it home and Tommy knew the few hours of sleep they’d shared was not enough.
“No, it’s okay, they’ve been coming and going. If I need you I’ll call. I’m just gonna walk around a little bit. Feels less intense when I’m on my feet.”
“Okay.” Adam rolled onto his side and Tommy crept quietly from the room. By the time his feet left the carpet and hit the cool hardwood, the contraction had passed. He still felt restless though and proceeded down the stairs. He paced from one side of the downstairs to the other. The kitchen was dark, the living room was illuminated by the streetlight, and when he made it to the study he found the glow of his laptop screen. He thought he’d turned it off, but apparently it would be serving to light his way into the one room in the house without a window.
He could hear the minutes ticking by on the clock on the mantle, and long about twenty minutes later he felt yet another contraction. This one wasn’t stronger but it felt different. The tension wrapped around his thighs, ass, and belly as it peaked, and that made him suspect he just might be in labor. The previous Braxton-Hicks had mostly focused in his belly and radiated out, but this one gripped him much differently.
…
The room became lighter; the sun cast its rays into their living room at about the same time Tommy sunk to his knees. It was a little after seven in the morning and the contractions had steadily gotten closer together over the past four hours. Every twenty minutes had somehow slid into every fifteen and now Tommy was on his knees in front of the couch with his arm braced on the cushion. He’d discovered in his restlessness that in this position, with his legs spread wide apart, the pain lessened when he rocked his hips. And so that’s what he did. Arm curled under his belly, he rocked back and forth with the flow of his discomfort. With each pain he could feel her moving lower into his pelvis, and he felt more and more like he had a bowling ball between his legs.
It finally passed and Tommy slumped, his head landing on his arm. A distinct flash spread through the room when his human form slipped and seconds later he felt a tiny foot slam into his stomach. “Sorry baby girl, I have no control over it,” he said to his bump while resting his face on his arm.
The extra heat produced by the length of hair flowing down his back was agitating. He quickly swept it up from his neck using the ponytail holder on his wrist to secure it high off his neck. No it wasn’t perfect, but the silver locks that spilled from the high ponytail allowed the cool air to brush over his neck. He stood up, turned to look at the clock and grabbed the large glass of ice water he’d left on the coffee table. He took three gulps, eyeing the minute hand on the clock. By the looks of it, it was going to be a long day.
…
Three contractions later an odd sensation overwhelmed him. Tommy reached between his legs just in time to feel a gush of fluid hit his hand. “Fuck,” he whined, and when the flow stopped he used a tentative finger to explore the opening that hadn’t been there several minutes prior. His waters had ruptured and now coated the floor between his thighs. He’d read that once his waters had broken things would get more painful. “Fantastic.”
When the next contraction hit it was much harder, and only about six minutes from the last. Tommy wished he knew the average birthing time for his species, but alas everything he’d read on human pregnancy said the first delivery could take hours and sometimes days. He winced at the thought, moaning softly. The noise seemed to help with the pain, but he didn’t want to wake Adam. His lower back ached and his belly felt like a rock underneath his fingers.
His form changed to human as soon as the contraction passed, and on unsteady feet he went to the bathroom to grab a towel. Back in the living room Tommy threw it over the puddle and quickly wobbled into the bathroom. With a wet cloth he was able to clean his thighs. He knew it was pointless because the birth wasn’t going to be a clean event, but somehow it made him feel better. Something about the cool air in the bathroom made him feel better. He grabbed several more towels from the closet and spread them along the floor. The cold tile felt good on his feet, but he knew it wouldn’t feel good to his knees.
Somehow Tommy managed to complete his task before the next contraction crept up from his lower back to squeeze his bump. He got to his hands and knees to work through it. It was more painful than the last and he knew he was doomed. With that contraction he felt her move further into his birth canal and when it passed a minute or so later he was completely wiped.
…
Tommy didn’t know how much time had gone by; there was no clock in the bathroom and with his form switching constantly he didn’t dare wear a watch. The contractions were coming in waves and it was taking every bit of energy just to stay on top of them. Tommy feared he would soon drown in the all-consuming pain. What had started as hums and low moans in his throat had escalated to desperate cries. He didn’t know how Adam was still sleeping. Adam He crawled desperately from the towels to the doorway. The house was silent.
“ADAMMMMMMMMMM!” He yelled as loudly as he could. “ADAM, GET DOWN HERE!!”
Tommy crawled back to the towels and rested on his elbows with his head on his arms. He shut his eyes as the next wave crashed into his body. The sounds that came out of his throat left it feeling scratchy and dry, but he couldn’t care less. The lower she moved into his pelvis the more pressure he felt, and over the last couple contractions he’d noticed his testes retreating bit by bit. Tommy knew once they’d found safety in his body he would be consumed by the need to push; he just hoped when all was said and done that his body would return to almost normal. When the tight hug on his bump finally released he heard footsteps on the stairs and silently thanked the heavens that Adam had heard him.
The dark-haired man entered the bathroom and his face was drawn with worry. Tommy noted Adam had just managed to throw on a pair of sleep pants; other than that he was still sleep ruffled. “You’ve been in labor all night?” he asked when another contraction hit.
Vaguely Tommy felt Adam’s presence beside him and a large hand pressing into his back. The pressure counteracted some of the pain consuming him and allowed him to take several deep, slow breaths in between the grunts and sharp whimpers that left him.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Adam breathed against his ear.
Tommy was pleased when Adam whispered soft words of encouragement until the contraction slipped away. “What time is it?” he panted against Adam’s thigh.
“Ten.” They’d fallen asleep around ten the previous night so Adam had slept for twelve hours. Tommy couldn’t blame him, but right now he was internally cursing Adam for everything he was worth, or maybe not Adam, but Adam’s dick for sure.
“Had the first contraction around three I think, and it was all pretty slow and manageable until my water broke. Don’t remember when it happened, but I put a towel down over it in front of the couch. Now it’s like they’re almost on top of each other.” He took a gulp of air, “FUCK!” Tommy curled in on himself and Adam’s hand pushed into his back again. He felt the baby shift inside him as well as her tension and fear along with his own. “I can’t do this anymore,” he whined high and tight into his chest.
“You’ve been doing it baby,” Adam tried to reassure him.
Desperation seeped into Tommy’s bones when the contraction peaked and his balls drew up into his body. The pressure he’d been feeling intensified in that moment and the urge to bear down hit him hard, but the contraction slipped away. “Adam, this next contraction I’m gonna push. I need your help to deliver her.” Tommy made it to his knees and scooted over to the toilet. The cool porcelain felt good against his overheated skin and the towels cushioned his knees. “Adam?”
“Yeah, I’m here.” When Adam kneeled by Tommy’s side he was holding more fresh towels, scissors, which they’d disinfected, and a new shoelace. “I was just grabbing the supplies. “I remember you explaining to me there would be an opening, is it, I mean uhh…”
“Yeah, it opened when my water broke.”
“Oh yeah, right, that would make sense.”
Tightening in his lower back alerted Tommy that things were about to get interesting. When the feeling moved to his abdomen he gave a tiny push just to see how it felt. It was an odd relief to counteract the pressure, but it felt almost as if his insides were splitting. He honestly didn’t expect to be birthing in human form and was a tad confused that his body hadn’t switched to his natural form for the event, but he went with it.
“Adam,” he groaned as the pain wrapped tightly around him, clutching his bump desperately, “pushing now.” Tommy put his head to his chest, his other hand gripping the back of the toilet lid, and pushed against the tremendous pressure in his groin. He felt the baby moving down and let out the breath he was holding before sucking in another and bearing down once more.
“Come on Tommy, that’s it. Push, you’re doing so good baby.”
Adam had apparently become his cheerleader, and Tommy was thankful. It gave him renewed strength. He got in one more push before the contraction ended and found it curious how the overwhelming need to do so lessoned with the absence of the contraction. “She’s moving down slowly.”
“I’m so proud of you.”
“It’s coming,” he managed to get out before pressing his upper half onto the toilet lid, hugging the bowl tightly as he bore down with the urge of his body until his breath left him. He drew in a long breath and gripped the toilet even tighter as he began to push when he felt the baby surge down suddenly. “Adam, FUCK, oww oww! Close,” he whimpered, hoping Adam would take the hint.
He felt Adam move closer and reached down to touch his ass. “Right here.” Adam’s hand slid between his legs just as it peaked.
“Unggg…” The sound was long and pathetic as he gave a tiny push, the overwhelming burn around the canal opening making him more aware of the fact that he’d rather not tear.
“I can feel her head, it’s coming slowly, push, baby.”
Tommy did as he was told and grunted with the effort of it. The burn only increased when her head came further down and he reached between his thighs to feel it. He pushed hard and felt the way her head moved into his palm before bringing his hand back up. “I need to move, fuck,” he panted as the contraction ebbed.
“Are you sure you should?”
“Adam, I’m doing what my body wants right now.” He crawled to the tub, intensely relieved it was one of the ones without the feet. Tommy settled himself so that he was squatted with his forearms resting on the edge of the tub and his back pressed against the outside of it. In this position he felt like he had enough room to deliver her, and with Adam sitting in front of him it felt right.
“Alright, Tommy, you should be able to get her head out with this next contraction.”
Tommy only nodded, his body curling in on itself as it followed its own desires. Adam’s hand was there again and Tommy focused on getting her out as quickly as possible without hurting either of them. Another good push and he felt the baby surge forward.
“I see her forehead, baby. Don’t push, pant for me.”
Tommy was suddenly glad he’d sent all the birthing reading material to Adam over the past couple of months because without Adam’s level head he’d be lost right now. He panted for several seconds, fighting his body’s natural urge to bear down. “Oh gods.”
“That’s it baby, she’s coming…I see her nose. Give a little push if you need to, gentle, easy, Tommy.”
Tommy pushed down and moaned and almost immediately an overwhelming relief flooded him as the contraction ebbed. “Her head is out.”
“Yeah,” Adam said and smiled at Tommy when they locked eyes. “I’ve got her head, once her shoulders are out the rest will be easy.”
“Easy for you to say.” Tommy tensed up when the next wave hit and bore down as hard as he could. His breath left as a shriek, which echoed into the tiny space.
“Come on, again Tommy, big push,” Adam directed, and Tommy pushed again until he felt as if his eyeballs were going to pop out of his head. “Yeah baby, that’s it, one shoulder. Come on baby, one more time. Push for me.”
“Fuck fuck…” Tommy whimpered before taking one more deep breath, chin to his chest, and pushed with all his might. That time he was sure some blood vessels in his eyes busted. They stung, but he couldn’t manage to care because he felt her tiny body slide out and opened his eyes just in time to see the wriggly baby in Adam’s hands.
He slumped down, his ass resting on the fluid soaked towels, just watching while Adam cleaned their newborn with a fresh towel as she squalled in his trembling hands. Adam made no move to cut the cord; they’d decided during some late night conversation that they at least wanted to wait until the cord stopped pulsing before severing it. When Adam returned her to Tommy’s awaiting arms he was amazed at the very human looking tiny bundle. He stroked her rosy little cheeks and she opened her eyes and quieted almost immediately. Her eyes were the color of Zurran’s moons just like her father’s. The only indication that she was Tommy’s baby was the lavender flecks that swam in the crystal blue orbs. He opened the towel just for giggles to ensure it was a girl as he’d expected and indeed confirmed what he knew all along.
Adam settled down beside him and Tommy watched Adam stroke her tiny hand. “She’s perfect,” his lover sighed and kissed his cheek.
“Yes she is.” Tommy’s voice was weak and cracked from the dryness in his throat, but he was happy. “She needs a name.”
“Don’t look at me, you did the work, what do you think suits her?”
Tommy sat for several moments just taking in all of her features and thinking about how they’d gotten this far. “Aurora, because she’s already the light of our lives.”
“Aurora,” Adam parroted. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” Adam smiled.
“Aurora Zurran Lambert.” Tommy tested it out on his tongue and loved it.
“Perfect,” Adam sighed, touching her cheek. She was silent in his arms, just checking things out, her tiny eyes focusing on her father.
Tommy felt the cramping begin again and situated himself, sliding his back away from the wall to create room to deliver the afterbirth. Adam’s eyes narrowed on his face and Tommy handed Aurora to her doting daddy. He pushed down with a particularly strong spasm of his insides and the afterbirth flopped onto the towel between his legs along with another tiny gush of fluids. He sighed in relief when he felt the opening that had allowed his daughter entrance into the world seal shut, signifying that the event was over. His testes dropped down slowly, returning to their original posts and he was amazed that he could now finally see his groin again. He was by no means back to normal, his tummy still looking bloated, but it was a definite improvement. “Hey daddy, you wanna cut her cord?”
Adam beamed up at him and placed the swaddled infant between his thighs before grabbing the shoelace and scissors from beside him. Tommy watched Adam carefully tie the cord close to her belly and then snip it.
“God Tommy, I can believe it. I’m a daddy.” Adam picked the little bundle up in his arms and she let out a tiny cry.
“I think it’s even harder for me to believe that I’m a mommy,” Tommy laughed, but was soon enveloped with hunger, her hunger. “Apparently she’s still projecting her wants onto me,” Tommy giggled, happy that their connection hadn’t been broken. “She’s hungry.”
Adam handed their daughter back to Tommy and began spreading dry towels in the clean corner between the tub and the wall. “Here, move over here where it’s dry. I know you’ll probably want a shower, but I’ll clean up in here while you feed her and then I’ll watch her while you wash up.”
“Yeah, that would be nice.” Tommy carefully stood with Adam’s help and was lowered back down to the clean spot, the hungry squalls ringing in his ears as he held his baby close. Her cries and nuzzling his at chest had brought a pearl of milk to his nipple. “I’m not really sure what I’m doing here.” He looked up at Adam and the larger man squatted beside him.
“Try brushing her cheek with your finger.”
Tommy did as Adam directed and grinned when Aurora’s tiny little mouth opened. He used that to his advantage and brought her up to his nipple where she latched on oh so greedily.
“There,” Adam said, watching her as she suckled for a moment before gaining his feet.
The contented sucking noises that she made and the overwhelming happiness that flooded his body transfixed Tommy. He’d done it and now his milk was nourishing this tiny life. His heart swelled with love for her and his partner. He didn’t know how much time passed and felt dazed when she finally released his nipple. Tommy looked at her contented sleeping face and brushed away a small drop of milk on her lip with his finger. He sensed Adam beside him and when he turned his head he felt the gentle press of lips meeting his.
When they parted Adam looked down to the baby intently. “Give her to me and grab a shower.”
“Yeah,” he sighed, feeling just as blissed-out from the feeding as Aurora looked. When Tommy handed Adam the baby, taking one long look at her very human appearance, a thought occurred to him. “Adam, I bet that’s the reason I had such a hard time holding my form. She took mostly after you and I suspect that’s why my body didn’t slip to my natural form during birth.” With that thought in mind he mentally flicked his image projection down, and after months of it not obeying his commands, there he stood in his Zar form. “Looks like I finally have control over myself again.”
Adam smiled widened. “Sounds like you might be right.”
Tommy grinned and stepped into the tub. He heard the sound of the door shutting as Adam left with a still sleeping Aurora. When he turned on the water and the warm spray hit his body, he felt content. He was a mother, he had a family, and nothing could be better than that.
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