Knocked Up 5/8

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Adam stretched and yawned. He immediately noticed something felt off. Confused, he opened his eyes. From his slightly elevated position in the pillows he could usually see his toes, but not today. A little befuddled he struggled into a sitting position with his feet just touching the floor. He slid forward and stood, careful to get his center of gravity, and then waddled into the bathroom.

The mirror revealed that his toes were still intact and Adam stood there gaping. There was definitely no way he could hide his pregnancy now. He wasn’t even sure how his body would handle getting any bigger. As it was Adam’s back ached and the area around his hips felt wrong. He turned so he was facing his reflection and noted his hips were indeed wider than they’d been just a couple of months ago.

“Adam, come back to bed.” Tommy’s voice was still thick with sleep.

“Uhh, no, come in here you’ve gotta see this.”

Adam heard Tommy’s feet hit the floor and when Tommy appeared in the doorway he was rubbing at his eyes. When he caught sight of Adam he dropped his hand from his face. “Wow, you finally popped.”

“Popped? Erm, no that would imply the babies were here, this is… I don’t even… just stick a fork in me… I look like I swallowed a beach ball.” Adam’s voice climbed with panic for reasons he couldn’t define.

“You’re carrying twins, honey. You’ve been showing, but with your height there was more room in your abdomen. It just means the babies are growing big enough that they need more room. Besides you look amazing.” Tommy came up behind him. Tattooed arms laced around him and Tommy rubbed his belly. From his view in the mirror it looked like he had four arms, but Tommy was pressed close with his cheek resting in the middle of Adam’s back. Tommy shifted just enough so he could peek out under Adam’s arm. The movement let Adam feel the length of Tommy’s cock on his upper thigh.

“You’re totally turned on by me looking like this aren’t you?” Adam shivered when Tommy nuzzled into him. Then Tommy slipped around so that his jaw was resting against Adam’s nipple. The tiny pin pricks of Tommy’s facial hair sent a mix of pleasure and almost too much sensation that verged on pain.

“Every time I look at you… you look different… rounder, fuller, and your skin glows. I never… I don’t know. I never understood what people meant when they said women had that pregnant glow, but I see it with you. And you’re growing, teeming with life. That’s the product of us in there.” Tommy whispered softly, his hand stroking circles into Adam’s bump. “You’re carrying our babies.”

“Yeah, but I feel like a cow.” Adam carded his fingers through Tommy’s hair.

“You’re beautiful.” Tommy nosed against Adam’s chest and finally tugged a nipple into his mouth. Adam groaned and Tommy stroked and toyed with it until it became a tight little bud. Tommy shifted to the other side and repeated the process while he used his fingers on the nipple he’d abandoned.

Adam had noticed that in the past couple of weeks he hadn’t been waking up with morning wood, and this morning was no different, but now his cock was paying attention. The hormones coursing through his body had changed him but Adam was glad they hadn’t taken this from him yet. He whined when Tommy’s teeth scraped over his nipple and his cock twitched and lengthened as he stood there, Tommy latched to his chest. Their eyes suddenly locked and emotions surged through Adam. Love, trust, and need all fought for their place; Adam used his grip in Tommy’s hair to tug him away from his chest. “Bend… bend over, baby. Gotta… wanna be inside you.” Adam’s normal calm fell away and he was desperate to feel Tommy’s ass on his cock.

Tommy bent over the vanity so fast that he sent several products skittering to the floor. Then he looked over his shoulder at Adam with desire in his eyes and said, “Yeah, okay.” Their eyes met for a brief second before Tommy started searching the vanity. He spotted some of Adam's hand cream and reached for it, but Adam beat him to it.

“Glad we agree that the lube is too fucking far away.” Adam took the cap off the hand cream and let it drop to the floor. It landed on its side with a click and rolled away. He poured a generous amount of the fruity cream over his fingers, more than half of it making a wet sound as it hit the floor. Fingers slick he nudged them between Tommy’s ass cheeks. Tommy’s thin whine hit Adam hard and without preamble he slipped two of his fingers in. Adam was too far gone to do it right, but he made sure Tommy’s insides were coated and stretched him enough that he knew he wouldn’t do any damage. He withdrew his fingers, tipped the cream into his hand again and coated his cock before pushing into Tommy.

“Too fast,” said Tommy, but the words reached Adam’s ears too late. By the time his sluggish brain had rolled them around long enough to get meaning from them Tommy’s ass was against his groin, and his belly was sitting on Tommy’s back. Tommy’s body was tense and it took every bit of willpower Adam had to keep still. He made soft shushing noises, murmured apologies, and wished for just five minutes that his belly wasn’t there so he could fold himself against Tommy’s back. Adam bit his lip and waited. Slowly Tommy relaxed beneath him.

“Please.” Tommy’s voice was so soft Adam wasn’t sure he’d heard it, but all doubts were banished with the wiggle of Tommy’s hips.

Adam dug his fingertips into Tommy’s hips. He wanted to leave his mark on Tommy and bruises would have to do since he couldn’t lean in to suck and nip places on Tommy’s neck. He pulled out and then pulled Tommy’s ass back to meet his groin. It yanked Tommy away from the vanity, bent him further in half so Adam’s thrusts weren’t hindered by his bump. Tommy’s upper half disappeared from view, the stance of his feet opened, and Adam could see his hands gripping his ankles. He knew Tommy was limber, but this was definitely a new one on him. The angle mixed with Tommy’s height, or lack there of, left Adam driving downward into Tommy. Each time he pounded it tested his balance as his center of gravity shifted, but it was worth feeling like he was teetering on the edge of a cliff. Tommy was making these amazing little hurt noises each time Adam brushed against his spot and it furthered Adam’s need. He needed to hear Tommy lose it.

Minutes passed unnoticed as their bodies slammed together. Adam had never been one to come too soon, but he was far beyond his normal ability to hold off his orgasm. He felt it curling and tightening at the base of his spine, but his focus was on Tommy. Tommy, who couldn’t take his hands off his ankles without disturbing his precarious position, and Adam, who could no longer do a reach around. But Adam knew Tommy’s buttons and began to press them one by one.

Adam switched to short, rapid stabs and smirked when Tommy cried out and begged for more.

“You like it when I focus right in on that spot don’t you? My cock rubbing right over it again and again.”

Tommy made a garbled noise and Adam took it for what he knew it was, an agreement.

“You like just bending over for me and taking it. I like it too. Your ass squeezing my dick like that,” Adam panted, his voice ragged.

“Ad…. Adam… need.”

“Yeah I know what you need, baby.” A little dirty talk always got Tommy riled.

“Please.”

Adam knew Tommy was close. He could feel the way that gorgeous body was tightening around his cock. Adam pulled all the way out and before Tommy could protest, he slammed back in hard and deep. Tommy’s scream would put an opera singer to shame and the telltale sound of come splattering linoleum was porn-worthy. Adam finally absorbed the feel of Tommy milking his cock and with one more sharp snap of his hips he let his orgasm take over.

It seemed to go on forever as he spent himself and when he finally came down, he realized exactly how out of breath he was. Several moments later he managed to pull out of Tommy. On wobbly legs he collected a washcloth and wetted it in the sink. He cleaned up and collapsed on the toilet before his knees gave out. Tommy was grasping the vanity, his face red from being bent over so long.

“That was… wow. C’mere, baby, let me look at you,” said Adam.

“Figured it would be easier for you to move if I was bent like that. Might be one to revisit minus the belly,” Tommy rasped as he tried to walk. His throat was scratchy and abused from screaming. “My legs completely feel like jello thanks to you…so worth it though.”

Tommy’s grip never left the sink and when he came closer Adam could see the way his legs trembled. Still Tommy took direction well and leaned onto the vanity when Adam nudged him forward. From his seat on the toilet Tommy was just the right height for Adam to have a nice view of the milky white that leaked from Tommy. Adam did a brief check and was relieved to see that in his haste to devour his lover, he hadn't caused any physical damage. He leaned in and allowed himself a taste, his tongue tracing over Tommy's hole and delving just inside. The flavor was tantalizing, but after only one lick Tommy made a soft sound of pain and shifted on his feet.

Adam pulled away. “Sorry baby, I just… things have been so weird with my hormones. Seems like this is the first time I’ve been hard since the last time you sucked me off.”

“Your sex drive has definitely changed, but David said that could happen. I understand, it’s not something you can help.” Tommy turned on his heel to face Adam. He stroked a finger across Adam’s cheek. “I’ve just taken to longer showers.”

“You don’t have to hide from me.”

“I know, it’s just… I know you’re tired when we go to bed. I don’t want to keep you up. You know I’ve never been quiet even if I’m playing with myself.”

“Yeah, just… I don’t mind.”

“Okay, then maybe sometimes I’ll take advantage of the bed.” Tommy kissed Adam thoroughly. “Now come on, baby, let’s go have breakfast.”

They left the bathroom with come and lotion marking the floor and the lotion cap lying beside the tub. It could be taken care of later, because right now Adam was starving and feeling the strain of their excursion all throughout his body.

“Sit, I’ll take care of us.” Tommy directed Adam to the table and pulled out the chair like a gentleman.

“Thanks,” Adam said with a smile and grabbed Tommy’s wrist before he got out of reach. He pulled him down for a quick kiss.

Tommy nibbled Adam’s bottom lip and finally pulled away to putter around the kitchen. Adam watched, bemused, while Tommy gathered a pot, the honey bear, raisins, a banana, milk, a measuring cup, and the oatmeal. Between Tommy and David, Adam felt like he was being mothered most of the time, but in the best way possible. And since moving in the beach house Adam had managed to gain a few pounds. David had been pleased to see the numbers on the scale climb, but for Adam it was a mixed blessing. Old insecurities crept in at those moments and the fear that he wouldn’t be able to lose the weight after the babies were here plagued him.

He was drawn from his thoughts a few minutes later when a bowl of oatmeal and a glass of milk were placed in front of him. The oatmeal was dotted with a topping of raisins and chunks of banana, but what pleased Adam the most was the swirl of golden honey. Adam didn’t think oatmeal could look appetizing; most of the time he thought of it as the dog food of the human world, but as he sunk his spoon into his bowl his mouth watered.

“S’hot, careful,” Tommy warned, and then plopped down in the chair beside him.

“Mmm, smells delicious though.”

“You sound surprised.”

“Oh come on, up until we got here I’d never even seen you turn on a stove.”

“Good point,” Tommy conceded.

Adam laughed at the little smirk Tommy gave him. That was the end of talking for a while; they both focused on their breakfast. Adam scooped up a bite and blew on it until the steam wafting from it dissipated. Tentatively he brought the spoon to his lips. He tested it against his top lip and when it didn’t singe the tender skin he stuck the spoon in his mouth. He made a contented hum when all the flavors combined in his mouth. Yep, it was definitely a delicious combination. He happily ate the rest of the bowl in between sips of milk until his spoon was making horrible scraping noises against the bowl.

“Still hungry?”

“Nope, just don’t wanna waste any. It was too good to leave anything behind.”

“At the rate you’re going I’m waiting for you to lick the bowl clean.”

“If my tongue was a little longer,” Adam lamented with a pout and Tommy cracked up.

Adam finally gave up scraping the bowl. He grabbed it and took it to the sink, rinsed it out, and put it in the dishwasher. When he stood up to close the dishwasher door something felt off. He put a hand on the counter and braced the other low on his abdomen. The muscles there were tight.

“Hey, what is it?” Tommy came up beside him.

“I think it’s a Braxton Hicks,” Adam replied. He focused on the rhythm of his breathing as the nagging discomfort radiated from the center of his belly downward.

Distantly Adam realized Tommy had also placed a hand on his lower abdomen. “That’s a contraction. We should call David.”

“No, just give me a second and I’ll explain.” Slowly the tension melted away and Adam relaxed. “David said I might occasionally have Braxton Hicks contractions. He said it’s my body’s way of preparing for labor.”

Tommy’s forehead was still lined with worry. “But you’re going to be having a C-section. You told me that David got in touch with a doctor who could do it.”

“Yeah, well… it’s not like my body has a C-section button. And since you brought it up… for the past few weeks I’ve been having these really vivid dreams. They started before we moved here.”

“I had a feeling there was something you weren’t telling me,” Tommy interrupted.

“Only because it makes me sounds crazy. I’ve been dreaming of giving birth. I don’t think I’m supposed to have a C-section. The first time I had the dream I… I was in labor, but we were here. I was in the living room and you were there. David was in the house, but I never saw him. Each time I would dream it, it was like it picked up where it left off, and when… when we moved here… it was the same house.”

“But you don’t… how?”

“In the dream you delivered the first baby with David by your side. The second, I delivered him alone. I’m not sure if that’s the way it will happen, but I feel like the dream was meant to guide me to the fact that I’m meant to birth them.”

“Adam, you don’t have a…” Tommy trailed off, eyes wide.

“I’m not supposed to have a uterus either, but yeah somehow when that happened everything got routed.”

“Adam… you’re honestly telling me in these dreams… I can’t even…”

“I was shocked too, but I guess it will work the same way it does with your cock when you can’t piss when you’re hard. I mean I watched myself give birth and as horrific a picture as I’m sure you are imagining, it pretty much looked like that birth video I had to watch in sex ed. The only thing that was different was the obvious lack of vagina.”

“Okay… okay so… yeah… I…” Tommy walked over to the table and sat down again.

Adam followed and carefully lowered himself into the chair beside him. “I know it’s a lot to take in. The dreams though, they gave me some reassurance that things will be fine.”

“If you’re sure, you know I’ll support you. We just have to talk it over with David. He said Dani would be doing an ultrasound sometime in the next few weeks. Maybe the ultrasound could confirm you have a birth canal.”

“Yeah, maybe so.”





That my friends, was how the groundwork for the birth got laid out. While Tommy was more than a little unsure about how it would all work out in the end, Adam’s confidence in the fact everything would be okay allowed Tommy to go with it.

I should also add that those dreams were no fluke. They began to show Adam the way and though some of the events would differ from the dreams they still gave Adam vital information. One of the babies was not going to be an average birth and The Fates wanted Adam to be prepared to deal with it.

That evening when David came in from work Adam informed him of his first practice contraction. And together with Tommy they discussed the fact that Adam wanted to give birth. David took it all in stride, good man that he was. I guess he figured that he’d never expected to see a pregnant man to begin with and so a pregnant man giving birth couldn’t be that much of a stretch. Bless him. I’m glad Tommy and Adam had the support from David.

By the time they’d spent a full month in the house May had melted into June and Adam found he was starting to embrace his figure. At twenty-seven weeks he’d grown and changed so much. David was pleased with his weight gain and every night they all ate dinner together and discussed their lives.






David came in with grocery bags in hand and explained he would be making Carrot-Ginger soup. Adam wrinkled his nose and dragged Tommy outside by the pool.

Adam had never been a huge fan of carrots. Even less appetizing was the sound of carrots in soup. “Do I look like I eat rabbit food?” Adam asked while he slipped into the pool.

Tommy bit his lip to keep from laughing as he joined Adam in the water.

“Spit it out,” Adam sighed as he relaxed, the water taking the strain off his abused muscles.

“Do you know exactly how many salads I’ve watched you consume since I met you?”

“But never with carrots.”

“Salads are still rabbit food and please try it before you refuse to eat it. You’re eating a lot of things you didn’t eat before you got pregnant.”

“Yeah, I’ll try it.” Adam swam toward Tommy. He basked in the way the cool water slid against his skin. When he reached Tommy he laced their fingers together and pulled him close. They embraced and their bodies swayed. Tommy nosed at Adam’s neck and time slipped away from Adam. He was so focused on their breathing and the sounds of the water lapping around them that he startled when Tommy pulled out of his hold. Tommy flushed and Adam quirked a brow.

“You know what you do to me.” Tommy adjusted his swim trunks.

“You gonna use the bed tonight?”

“You know I always shower after we swim. I’ll just take care of it then.”

“Don’t… I… I can imagine how you must feel. It’s not like me to not want sex, but the urge just isn’t the way it was. Things spike my interest, but it’s almost like my dick doesn’t notice. I spoke to David about it; he thinks it’s probably due to the excess of estrogen in my body. I… just don’t want you to think it’s because I don’t find you attractive.”

Tommy swam back to Adam and pulled him into a tight hug. “Honey, I know. I know it’s not something you can help.”

“I miss you. That sounds silly when we’re usually together, but I miss that connection. Would you… wait until tonight? I wanna be close to you while you’re giving yourself pleasure. And maybe it will spark something for me too. Even if it doesn’t, I still need that. I need to touch you and kiss you through it.”

“I’ll wait,” Tommy promised. They shared a tender kiss, but were interrupted by the sound of the sliding door.

“Dinner’s ready,” David called.

Tommy helped him from the pool. Adam always hated this part, how much heavier his body felt after just a short time in the water. Together they went back in and left water droplets all the way from the sliding doors and up the stairs to their bedroom. For the first time in what seemed like months they quickly showered together to wash off all the chlorine, and the next several minutes were spent in silence as they toweled off. Tommy threw on a pair of Dracula boxers and a Metallica shirt, neither doing anything to conceal his erection or the flushed expanse of his neck. Adam was relieved to see Tommy pull on a pair of baggy assed jeans. Maybe this way they could pretend it was a normal dinner and that the sexual tension radiating from Tommy’s pores was nothing out of the ordinary. Tommy blew him a kiss and walked downstairs without a word, leaving Adam, his skin prickling with something akin to arousal, alone.

Adam sighed and pulled on yet another pair of yoga pants. He situated them low on his abdomen. And as un-masculine as it felt Adam reached for the sports bra. His chest, breasts, a tiny voice in his head amended, were achy and felt wrong. Instead of pulling the contraption over his head he stepped into it and shimmied it up is body. It was some task to get it over his belly, but he figured it was less humiliating than having to call Tommy for help. He managed to get it on and found one of the extra large tees in the closet. Finally he took a look in the full-length mirror in his walk-in closet. He ruffled his fingers through his wet hair and then it was off to face the carrots.

“About time you join us,” said David while he spooned white blobs into bowls filled with rich orange.

“Takes me a little longer to get dressed these days.”

“I’d imagine so. Still trying to adjust to the fact your center of gravity isn’t exactly where you remember it being?”

“Yeah, so what did I miss?”

“Was just about to tell Tommy about a case.”

“Interesting?” Adam asked and sat down at the table beside Tommy.

“Yeah, try your soup and I’ll tell you all about it.”

Adam wrinkled his nose and Tommy snickered. “Yeah Adam, the carrots won’t bite.”

Adam gave in and grabbed his spoon. He slid it into the bowl and was amazed that the soup appeared creamy. He’d expected the soup to have baby carrots floating around in it, but this was something else entirely. He inhaled the scent of it as it wafted up his nose and ginger permeated his senses. His stomach rumbled and he gave into the temptation to take a bite. The spoon captured the rich substance as well as some of the white blob that sat in the middle and he shoved it in his mouth. The flavors melded on his tongue. He tasted the carrots, but was not overwhelmed by them. Onion and ginger came through and he thought he tasted the hint of black pepper. He moaned his approval and nodded to David.

“I knew he’d like it.” Tommy’s words were mumbled around his spoon.

“I thought he would. The yogurt balances out the rest of the flavors so it’s not overwhelming. And it’s good for you and the babies,” David directed at Adam.

When Adam finally dragged his spoon from his mouth he muddled over his thoughts for a moment. For once he was eating for more than the need to nurture his body and he wondered what his babies’ favorite foods would be. He didn’t want them to grow up worrying about their weight like he had. He wanted them to be confident in their own skin. That would mean sacrificing his worries and setting a good example for them. Eating healthy and exercising instead of obsessing over calories. He guessed now was the best time to realize it. The thoughts slipped away when David began talking and he returned his attention to his spoon.

“I saw a twelve year old girl today. Some days I think Los Angeles is the best place in the world to live and other days the clinic reminds me how crazy people here can be.”

“People are crazy everywhere,” replied Tommy.

“I think an influx of them somehow find their way to Los Angeles though,” said Adam. “All the flashing lights draw them like bugs to a bug zapper, and then somehow they get twisted. The lack of fame, or endless search for recognition turns them into a shadow of their former selves. Some of them might’ve started out a little eccentric, but disappointment can change people, and in the words of Wicked, sometimes wickedness gets thrust upon them. Otherwise stable people do things they wouldn’t ordinarily do out of desperation or despair. I’ve seen it. Los Angeles is a make or break you kind of town. It’s the broken you have to look out for.” Adam’s words were quiet, but by the look on Tommy and David’s faces, he’d shocked them. He’d always spoken so fondly of LA in the past.

“I… well, yeah Adam. And I guess I was reminded of the broken today. This little girl, she’d been attacked on her way home from school. A gang had cornered her. She… she got away before they killed her. I’m not even sure how she managed it, but when her mom brought her in she was covered in cuts and bruises. This girl should’ve been taken to a hospital, but her mom brought her to us. I… it was near the end of my shift. Someone else talked to her mother. One of the nurses and I talked to the girl. It wasn’t until we’d taken off the sheet that we realized it was worse than we thought. Her clothing was torn and her shorts had been sliced to make a skirt. She…”

Adam could see the tears in David’s eyes. “But she’s okay?”

“We did what we could, assessed her, cleaned up the scraps as best we could, and sent her on to the hospital. They’ll bring out the rape kit, even though it was already apparent. They’ll give her the option of taking Plan B, the morning after pill. In the following weeks and months they’ll advise her mother to have her tested for STDs. The police will also take her statement at the hospital.”

“She’ll need counseling.” Tommy looked as distraught as Adam felt.

“Yeah, and hopefully she’ll get it. That’s why I just had to go to the market after work. Cooking helps me process the days that suck.”

“I just, if anyone ever done that to one of my babies.” Adam placed a protective hand over his bump.

“Keep them close Adam, it’s all you can do,” David replied tiredly.

“Yeah,” Adam sighed and pushed away his empty bowl.

“Sorry to put a damper on dinner. I just needed to get it out.” David wiped at his eyes. “To change the subject, how’re you doing Adam?”

“Alright I guess. Tommy and I got online last night and ordered a body pillow. Babies are getting stronger with the kicking. I’ve peed more in the last two days than I ever have in my life since one of them seems to be using my bladder as a bed. Or maybe I should say I’ve gone to pee because half the time now when I get the urge to go, when I get there it’s just a dribble.”

“Yeah, don’t be surprised if you have some incontinence in the coming months. A lot of women tend to leak a little bit as the strain on their bodies increases.”

“Oh good, another thing to look forward to.”

“Anything else?”

“You know I told you about my sex drive dwindling, fewer erections…”

“Yeah.”

“It’s been getting worse.”

David made a humming noise. “I’m fairly positive everything should right itself once you give birth. But since you’re progressing like a woman I’d say that breastfeeding could hinder you returning to normal. However, on the bright side, if you are able to breastfeed it will help you lose the baby weight quicker. I just don’t know for sure. Keep in mind though, that just because you’re not getting erections doesn’t mean that you can’t have an orgasm if stimulated. Young boys who masturbate can orgasm, but don’t ejaculate.”

Tommy squirmed in his seat beside Adam, his face going a beautiful shade of pink. “Tommy, for someone as bold as you tend to be I will never understand why talking about sex with my doctor embarrasses you.”

“It’s just, I guess it’s like having the sex talk with your mom… it’s just… yeah,” Tommy groaned and wrinkled his nose.

“Anyway, thanks David. I guess I hadn’t thought of that. I just hope everything returns to normal.”

“No problem, now if you will excuse me I’m going to load the dishwasher and head to bed. It’s been a long day.”

Adam and Tommy retired to the living room. As much as Adam wanted to head upstairs, he needed something to take his mind off David’s case. He flopped onto the couch and Tommy piled up right beside him. Adam flicked on the TV and the DVD player and they settled in as the DVD started. Adam had the urge to re-watch True Blood and Tommy couldn’t deny he enjoyed it. For the next hour they watched Sookie battle to save Bill with their hands linked on Adam’s bump.

When it was over the mood had definitely shifted to something distinctly personal. The TV was flicked off and they headed to their room. Adam had made a nightly ritual of doing the exercises David taught him and tonight was no different. While Tommy undressed Adam got on all fours at the foot of the bed. After several repetitions the muscles in and around his belly burned and when he was finished there was sweat dripping off his nose. He rose up and carefully made it to his feet to shed his clothes. He left the bra hoping that the support might help him to sleep. By the time he was finished Tommy lay on the bed without a stitch of clothing. He was on his side, head propped in his hand, and one leg bent to conceal his cock.

“Hiding something?” Adam quirked a brow and did his best to slink up the bed.

Tommy’s giggle confirmed his slinking looked more like wobbling.

“You try a sexy crawl when you’re carrying this around.” Adam indicated his belly when he finally managed to recline into the pillows.

“Excuses excuses Lambert,” Tommy chuckled and rolled onto his back.

Adam felt a thrill go up his spine at the sight of Tommy’s hard cock, but his own was still abnormally dormant. That was okay though because right now he needed to breathe Tommy in. He rolled to his side and scooted close enough that he could lay his head on Tommy’s shoulder. Tommy made a soft sound of approval and then wrapped his fingers around his length. Adam observed the way Tommy’s foreskin moved with Tommy’s hand and it never ceased to make his mouth water when precome pooled at the slit. Adam nosed into Tommy’s neck, sniffing him. Tommy’s arousal curled into his lungs, as did the smell of shampoo and an undercurrent of sweat. He basked in it and watched Tommy’s hand on his cock. It was better than any porn he’d ever seen, the way Tommy’s hips twitched and the desperate sounds escaping from those parted lips. He couldn’t resist the temptation to seal their lips together in a bruising kiss. The air between them only heated when tongues clashed. Tommy turned into Adam and now he could feel Tommy’s hand brush against his bump as Tommy stroked himself. It was so fucking hot that Adam felt a flush creeping over his skin and his cock gave a half-hearted twitch. He gripped Tommy’s hair and tugged him back so he could nip his neck. Tommy gave a high-pitched little whine and when Adam sunk his teeth into the skin of Tommy’s collarbone Tommy’s come splashed between them.

“So pretty,” Adam sighed into Tommy’s neck.

Tommy just shivered and went limp.

“Beautiful,” Adam breathed against his cheek and kissed his eyelids, then his nose, and finally those gorgeous lips.

“Mmmph,” Tommy murmured into Adam’s mouth.

Adam finally pulled away and settled into the pillows. There was come drying on his belly but most of it was on their sheets and Tommy’s chest. “Hold that thought love, since you’re pretty much jelly right now I’ll be nice and go get a washcloth.”

Adam made quick work of cleaning himself up and brought the washcloth back to the bed and wiped Tommy up. He tossed it toward the bathroom and when he turned back around Tommy was finally moving. Adam laughed, watching Tommy find his feet and fling their comforter from the bed. “Nice and clean, see? Too hot to sleep under that fucking thing anyway.”

“Yeah it’s just there to look nice when we’re not sleeping. I’ll toss it into the washer tomorrow and hope for the best.” Adam crawled back onto the bed.

“Mmm, yeah, I think the bed looks so much better like this. Just you looking all rumpled and sexy.”

Adam honest to goodness blushed. “I’m a guy in a bra.”

“You’re my guy, gorgeous as I’ve ever seen him.” Tommy’s eyes sparkled with mischief. Adam knew that look and wasn’t a bit surprised when Tommy straddled him. The impish grin Tommy gave him spelled trouble and before Adam knew it Tommy had taken possession of his wrists and had them pinned above his head. Tommy kissed him, explored every crevice of his mouth and when Tommy pulled away he was breathless. “So hot.”

“You gonna let me go now?”

“Yeah,” said Tommy and released his hold on Adam’s wrists, “but that doesn’t mean I’m finished with you.”

Adam laughed. He knew Tommy had been listening intently when David mentioned that Adam could probably still orgasm. It may have embarrassed the hell out of Tommy, but it definitely didn’t mean he wouldn’t try it. “You planning on something?”

“You could say that.”

“And shouldn’t you clue me in?”

“Nah, you’ll enjoy it, just shut your eyes and let me work my magic.”

Adam complied even though every part of him wanted to watch Tommy. With his eyes closed his other senses became more focused on the things around him. The sound of Tommy’s breathing turned up a notch, the sensation of Tommy’s hair brushing along his skin made him tingle, and he found himself holding his breath in anticipation of what was to come. The breath came out as a groan when he felt Tommy’s fingers on his cock. It was the beginning of something he’d never experienced before. Tommy played with Adam’s cock, knew his way around it, and knew what got Adam off. But this was different and for a minute Adam was too overwhelmed with the sensations to define why. Then it hit him. Tommy was flicking his fingers across Adam’s dick the same way he would’ve played guitar. Each pass brought multiple waves of pleasure as callused fingers curled into blunt nails. With his eyes shut he was so focused on that hand that when the wet heat of Tommy’s mouth replaced it, Adam fisted the bed sheets to ground himself. His world was spinning in multi-colored bursts of heat and fire behind his eyelids. Each lash of Tommy’s tongue brought him closer, he could feel it, so different from the way it normally felt, but he knew it was coming. And when it did his whole body tightened and he thrust toward Tommy’s mouth, screaming his name like a prayer to the universe.

After several minutes Adam opened his eyes to see Tommy licking his lips thoughtfully. “Your come is different, the texture, like it was just a couple of shots of precome.”

“S’kinda weird, it felt different. Not being hard, it was more focused on my dick. Normally it’s like it’s building in my spine, but this… so different. I… maybe this is what we’re regulated to until the babies come.”

“And if it is so be it. We have toys, fingers, hands, and mouths. I think we’ll be just fine.”

“Yeah,” sighed Adam into Tommy’s hair. Distantly he felt Tommy pull away and the sound of the lamp being turned off met his ears. Then Tommy’s warm body was there with a comforting hand on his belly.

A familiar tightening began in his abdomen just when sleep was so close he could taste it. He concentrated on his breathing and felt Tommy’s fingers pressing into the hard underside of his bump. Tommy made gentle shushing noises and when the muscles relaxed sleep finally took him under.






That would be the way of it for a while.  Adam’s poor body was just overwhelmed by the warring hormones. The Fates couldn’t do a thing for him without harming the careful balance it took to support the pregnancy. Adam though, he was really a trooper. He was finally gaining weight at a rate that pleased David and he took each new development in stride. That’s not to say that some weren’t a little more overwhelming than others.

I felt for Adam, really I did. Especially the day he sneezed and his underwear suffered the consequences. His urinary tract was even less equipped to deal with the whole pregnancy situation than a woman’s was.

Some days turned out to be more interesting than others. That, my friends, is why your peeks into his life never feature mundane normal days. Sure they outnumber the abnormal, but what fun is it watching Adam walk along a beach flailing over a seashell he stepped on… okay so maybe that was funny, but to spare Adam humiliation you don’t get the full lowdown on that one.

Your next tidbit to snack on comes just a few days after Adam reached thirty weeks. Poor guy, you all are just gonna love this one.






“I’m fucking leaking,” Adam squawked.

Tommy rushed outside. “You’re what?”

“I was gonna take a shower after swimming, but I didn’t want to track water all through the house. I was toweling off and…” he flushed and looked away from Tommy, “when I was toweling my chest… it’s… I dunno they tingle sometimes when I get out of the water and the air is cold when it first hits my skin ya know? So yeah… I was toweling off and noticed that weird tingly feeling so I was massaging them to try and get it to go away… and…”

“And?” Tommy encouraged.

“Fucking hell, I never thought I would ever say this. My breasts are leaking,” Adam whined.

Adam swore he could see Tommy’s ears perk up. “I wanna see.”

Adam’s intention to shower was a distant memory after the next several hours were spent with Tommy massaging every inch of his body. Extra time was spent on his chest. Adam couldn’t find a reason to argue with Tommy’s avid fascination with his breasts, not when he was more relaxed than he’d been in ages.






At Adam’s thirty-four week appointment with David I was pleased to see Adam had gained about thirty pounds during the pregnancy. Poor Adam’s eyes bugged out when David told him he could probably gain another ten pounds presuming he made it to his due date. I think Adam was beginning to wonder how in the hell he would be able to maneuver if he got any bigger. As it was Adam ran into doorframes on occasion and bending over was no longer an option. The whole ‘tip me over and pour me out’ adage is pretty true when your body’s main source of weight is in your midsection. Women were equipped to deal with the extra weight. Their hips were made to bare the strain, but with Adam, yeah his hips had widened, but it just wasn’t enough to compensate. Adam gave up on putting on shoes and spent most of his time barefoot. If necessary he had flip-flops that he could slide into.

Tommy loved Adam’s ever-changing body though. Throughout the pregnancy Tommy had been waiting for just the right time to capture Adam’s beauty. When I saw the adoring look Tommy gave Adam as he slept one morning, I knew what would happen. And now my friends, you get to witness what a softie Tommy really is.






It was the first Thursday in August and Adam was still consumed by sleep and dreams. He’d had a terrible time falling asleep the previous night because the babies deemed it a fitting time to have a twin dance party. When he’d finally curled up around his body pillow the clock had flashed three in the morning.

Adam’s dreams were swirls of colors and then melted into an ocean of blue. He was swimming in cool waters as schools of fish swam around him. A seahorse hovered just in front of him and he vaguely remembered that the males of the species gave birth. Somewhere in the distance a light passed over the water in intervals. A lighthouse, Adam thought to himself, but no that wouldn’t make sense with the sun still blaring somewhere near the horizon. As his mind wrestled with the thought he breached the water’s surface, but the sound of water lapping at his skin quickly melted into the whir of an air conditioner. The ocean slipped away and he opened his eyes.

“Don’t move baby.” Tommy’s voice was soft and Adam stilled.

The need to stretch and work out the kinks in his body was tempting, but he trusted Tommy. He lay quietly and a flash illuminated the dimly lit room. Suddenly the lighthouse of his dreams had an explanation. He smiled, shut his eyes, and relaxed into the pillows while Tommy worked. Tommy had mentioned previously that he wanted pictures of Adam to show the babies someday, but this wasn’t exactly how Adam had imagined it. He was still curled around the body pillow, his body completely bared since he’d kicked the sheet off sometime during the night.

“Okay, now I want to get some of us together. You can go ahead and stretch and go to the bathroom before we start those.”

Adam’s bladder twinged, and yeah, that was definitely first thing on the list. He got up and waddled to the bathroom. After peeing and washing his hands he returned to the bedroom where Tommy was situating a black comforter on the bed. When Tommy was finished Adam wrapped his arms around Tommy.

“Is that really necessary?”

“It will look beautiful against your skin.”

“You mean it will highlight all these stretch-marks marring my already freckly belly.”

“Shush, if it means that much to you I’ll do a set and airbrush out the stretch-marks.”

“Yes please.”

“Alright, I can do that, now take your gorgeous self over to the bed and get comfortable in the pillows.” Adam did as directed and Tommy joined him soon after, holding a swath of crimson fabric. The fabric was draped over their midsections. Tommy also had a button in hand so he could take the pictures without using a timer. Adam had a sneaking suspicion that his dear friend Lee had something to do with this little setup. They took several shots with their hands laced together on Adam’s stomach, Tommy’s head on his chest. The last one was of Tommy beside him kissing his belly, Adam’s fingers in Tommy’s hair. Adam had a feeling that would probably be his favorite.

“So how long have you been planning this?” Adam asked when Tommy got up to check the pictures on the display.

“A while, I asked Lee to recommend a good camera that had a button to take photos so I could do these. I know maternity photos are really something women treasure and… well I know you’re not a woman, but it’s still something I wanted to have a record of.”

“Yeah, I… I don’t want to go through this again, but I don’t want to forget how I look now either.”

Tommy smiled and came over, camera in hand. “Got some beautiful shots even before you woke up. Played with the focus, zoom, and coloring for these. I think some of these deserve to be framed and hung up at home.”

“How exactly would we explain that to guests?”

“Okay so we hang a couple in our room. It’s the one place in the house that is just ours.”

“Sounds good. Is your guitar still downstairs?”

“Yeah?”

“After breakfast you wanna have a private little concert? Woke up in a good mood and I feel like singing. Goodness knows I need to sing some of the songs from the new album. Once the album comes out I’ll need to at least be able to remember all the lyrics for the single.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“Seal it with a kiss?” Adam gave Tommy a cheeky grin.

“Anytime,” Tommy replied and kissed Adam soft and sweet.






At Adam’s thirty-six week appointment it was agreed upon that David would take leave from work. I was a little surprised that they’d put off this long since the average twin pregnancy lasts thirty-five weeks. What? Why are you guys looking at me like that? So what, I’m invested in their lives and those of their babies, so I did a little research, is that so wrong?

Now anyway, back to my point. David was going to take leave from work and for this particular appointment, David had a surprise for them.

Adam’s favorite shrieker Dani had driven all the way to Dana Point to do an ultrasound. It would be used to determine how big the babies were, the sexes, and positions, as well as other measurements to determine the health of the babies.

It was exciting, but when Dani came in I didn’t really expect her to fall to pieces AGAIN, but of course she did.