by Aiden Bates
“Jesus!” I hissed as Roman executed a very clever, very effective circling and dipping maneuver with his tongue. Fuck, I’d forgotten how good he was. As he rimmed me, he kept a single finger inside of me, gently but insistently plunging its way in and out, working me open until he could add a second one.
A sweet, pleasant stretch accompanied a third finger, and I moaned. That full feeling was both amazing, and yet not enough. I leveraged my hips backward, pushing myself off the pillow as I rocked my hips invitingly in time with his fingers.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked sharply, hoping to prod and incite him into fucking me.
I rolled my hips more exaggeratedly and tensed my internal muscles around his fingers, suggesting how the tight, wet heat of my body would feel around his cock if only he would give in and do it.
“God, you just can’t help yourself, can you?” he asked, chuckling darkly. “You’ve just got to be directing and ordering and saying what to do even when you’re like this, huh?”
“Oh? Am I suggesting something you actually don’t want to do? Is it an imposition or something? I mean, if you’ll give it to me, I’ll take it but if you suddenly don’t want— Ah! Roman!”
Roman interrupted me in possibly the best way. He bent himself over me and guided his cock to my entrance, ramming himself to the hilt.
“You were saying?” Roman asked, as he curled his arm underneath me and against the mattress for balance. I could hear the strain in his voice though, and as much as I was suddenly lost in the gorgeous feeling of being filled completely by his thick cock, I knew I was at least giving as much as I was getting. To accentuate the feeling for both of us, I once again tightened as much as I could possibly stand, which produced a gasp and a groan from above me.
“Quit that!” Roman warned. “That ain’t fair. How’s a guy supposed to control himself?”
“Easy,” I replied. “Don’t. Control yourself, that is.”
Roman took this as his signal and let himself go entirely. The bed creaked menacingly, like it wasn’t sure it could handle this amount of strain as Roman began pistoning into me. I threw my arms out in front and pressed my palms flat on the headboard, giving me the resistance I needed to gyrate up and against each thrust down and into me.
Even that wasn’t enough for Roman and he soon pushed his arm under my hips to pull me up further, until I was half-bent over, half-crouched on my hands and knees with Roman above me, around me, and inside of me.
I moaned his name, I moaned encouragement, I moaned to ask for more, and then I cried to warn him that I couldn’t take anymore. Every one of my muscles was strung tight, and then a familiar tingle raced up my spine while also lodging in my balls. I groaned before coming over the mattress with Roman’s hand around my cock, pulling it in time with his thrusts.
I babbled and was hardly even aware of what I was saying until Roman warned that he was close. He clutched me almost painfully, his fingers digging into my hip hard enough to leave a bruise. I heard him gasp, and then he thrust so deeply into me I swear I felt him unload his seed. He held himself like that, his muscles twitching, a low growl issuing from his chest before he slowly relaxed.
He gently let me back down and I collapsed onto the pillow and my sticky, sweat-drenched covers as Roman threw himself next to me, his breath ragged.
Once he caught his breath he turned his head toward me. “Teddy? You alright?”
“Better than alright, if I’m honest,” I answered with a laugh.
Roman nodded. “Do you think you could do me a favor?” He rolled over onto his side, propped his head up onto his fist, and watched me intently. “Do you think you’re ever gonna tell your daddy that we’re…uh… Whatever we’re doing?”
“No, Roman, obviously not. Jesus. No. Never.” I shook my head for emphasis between each word. “We can’t tell Dad, and though it’ll be weird, we’ll have to be careful in public, and we can’t tell anyone else either, just to make sure word doesn’t get back to him. Kind of like in high school, which is awkward for two grown men, but…”
“I get it, and I’m cool with that. When I enlisted, everything belonged to everyone. I mean, everybody’s got their kit and stuff, but in reality you use or borrow or take whatever because it’s like everyone’s stuff is everyone else’s stuff, too. But pictures and letters, and private conversations and stuff. That’s yours, and they’re really important because they’re the only things that are yours. And this between us… This is just mine. Ours. Not something to share with anyone else, you know? I don’t mind sneaking.”
“Well, I obviously don’t either,” I said, glad we’d come to a mutually satisfactory understanding of the situation. I was also glad he’d called it ours. His. Just Roman’s. That was nice. It was warm and it was comforting, like Roman was warm and comforting.
I weighed telling him so in my head, and then decided why not? But as I glanced at him to let him know I’d appreciated the sentiment, I noticed he had passed right out and was currently drooling on the mattress.
Okay. I guessed that came with the ‘just yours’ territory, so I pulled up the comforter, covered us both with it, and snuggled up beside him.
If I hadn’t been so hellbent on not being an emotional omega about everything, I would have probably come to the realization sooner that I had really missed snuggling and cuddling, and just not being alone in bed at night. It was soothing, falling asleep to the sound of his breathing and with his scent impregnating my bed.
I kept that pleasant train of thought during the next few weeks. I was certainly thinking it as I dreamily swiped my badge to let myself into the office building this morning. That was probably why I nearly rammed into Wilcox instead of avoiding him.
“Teddy!” he cried, reaching over and clapping me way, way too hard on the shoulder. “How’s it going for you down in UI? They treating you right?”
“Yes, sir.” I cleared my throat and carefully schooled my expression so he wouldn’t be able to tell I’d been feeling sentimental right before running into him. “It turns out, you were right,” I added, brightly but professionally. “I’m enjoying my work on the project immensely. Thank you again for the opportunity.”
“Any time, any time!”
Wilcox walked alongside me. I hated having to walk in the same direction as him. I searched around for any excuse to duck away and to pretend I was going anywhere but wherever he was going. Ah, the bathroom! I prepared to side-step away and beat a hasty retreat when Wilcox glanced at me.
“Just in time too, right? It’ll almost be about the time for you to…uh…miss days, right?”
I turned to him, briefly aghast as the idea he even had a vague approximation of when it was time for me to miss days. The disgusting bastard! If I’d been a touch closer to my Dad, I might have brought this kind of…
Well, no, actually, it wouldn’t have to be an approximation, vague or otherwise. If I was sometimes accused of being vague and ambiguous, it wasn’t in this. More often than not, my body cycled like clockwork. Every four weeks since the time I was fourteen years old. That brought us to… Let’s see… One, two, three outings with Naomi at the Piggy Bank, at a rate of one a week, plus the first one on the Friday of my demotion, which was already a week after I started my last heat. That meant I was due…
“Teddy? Are you alright?” Wilcox chirped before he saw someone else down the hallway, clapped me again, and left.
No, I thought, as I stood dumbstruck.
I really, really, really wasn’t alright.
15
Roman
Teddy’s apartment wasn’t really much better for pacing than mine. They each had basically the same identical, cramped layout. Not nearly enough for two grown men who were both trying to march back and forth all while trying to talk and avoid each other at the same time.
“Well,” I said, finally breaking the silence. “If it’s true. If you are—”
“Don’t say it, Roman. I swear to god.”
; I gave Teddy a firm look and he let me continue.
“If you are pregnant, it’s kind of like a fucking miracle,” I offered.
Teddy looked at me in confusion. “A fucking miracle is a particularly apt description, I’d say,” he said dryly.
“No, I mean, yeah, think about it. Dr. Smith said there was, like, no chance of this. My sperm count is next to nothing, and the vas fermen…van deference…”
“Vas deferens?” Teddy asked as he rubbed his left temple over and over again.
“Yep, that one. The vas deferens in my other ball isn’t in great shape. It’s just, I’m sorry but that sperm was really determined. I’m kind of proud?” And so nervous I could vomit, and excited enough to go hold a parade.
“What an accomplishment,” Teddy said. I could tell he was trying to sound snide, but the upturned corner of his mouth gave him away. He sighed, pausing his relentless walking back and forth in the living room to glance out the window that faced the street below. “I’m already dealt such a shitty hand at work, and now it’s only going to be worse.” Teddy shook his head and began to start prowling like a caged tiger again. “Ugh, I should have been more careful. The statistics don’t mean pregnancy is impossible. I should have known. You have to account for all variables, all the time. Even anomalies aren’t so rare that they don’t have a name.”
Teddy carried on mumbling about statistics and used a lot of words I wasn’t really sure the meaning of. I didn’t really need to know. I could tell from the wide cast of his eyes and the slight tremble in his hands he was on the edge of being overwhelmed.
“Hey, it’s alright, okay? Besides, it’s not like it’s your fault alone, you know. I know better. I should have worn a condom. If I had, maybe we could have avoided this all together.” It wasn’t unheard of. I knew as well as he did that timing and the pill weren’t always enough. We did it anyway, and this was a consequence of that.
Teddy shook his head, “No, it’s alright. I mean, I remember what I told you. I wasn’t on heat, which is when I’m most likely to conceive, but that’s not to say it doesn’t happen any other time. I was also on the pill. I thought, like an idiot that would be enough. But it’s not really an excuse. Every omega knows the pill is only about eighty-seven percent effective.”
My eyebrow shot up. “Really? Eighty-seven percent? Does every omega know that?”
“Oh, shut up, Roman. Not now,” Teddy grumbled.
The timer on Teddy’s phone went off, and his face went pale.
“Roman, I-I can’t. Go look. Please.”
Of course, I would. Anything. I went to the bathroom, looked down, and took a big breath before walking back to the living room. Our lives were going to change forever, and it was going to start with me going back in there to tell him.
Teddy was turned toward me, his back now to the window, the last dying sunlight of the day bleeding through and lighting him from behind. I wanted to tell him how beautiful he was, more now than ever before.
Teddy didn’t have to ask. He knew. We were pregnant. Teddy’s face fell.
“My career is over,” Teddy said, voice straining. He looked like he was on the verge of crying. Teddy’s work, Teddy’s education had been all he’d ever focused on. It was so important to him, and now he felt that was being stripped away from him. There was no way I was going to let that happen. No way, at all.
I went to him before I’d even realized my feet were moving. I pulled him to my chest and he came, almost throwing himself into my arms, going limp.
“Hey. Hey, now.” I tilted his face up toward mine. “Don’t say that. It’s not that bad.” I ran my hands through his hair, and I hoped it soothed him. “I’m here, Teddy. I swear. I’m here. And I’m staying here. If you want to work, and you want me to stay home, fine. That’s exactly what will happen. Whatever you need, I’m here for it. Whatever you want, you’ll have. Okay? You’re not going to lose everything because we gained this. I promise.”
Teddy looked up to me, his honey-colored eyes red-rimmed, the tears threatening to well over to his cheeks. Still, he chuckled at me.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were…excited,” Teddy said after finding the word he was looking for.
I nodded slowly, realizing that despite all my distress over seeing Teddy so scared, what I was feeling was totally different. “I am. Yeah, I am.”
Teddy gave me a warm smile, and finally, I felt like I’d done something just right.
“That helps,” Teddy said. “It really does. I’m just worried. I don’t have a plan for this. I’m not sure how to do it. I hate that feeling.” Teddy reached for my hand and kissed it. “But, knowing you’re here, that you’re excited about the idea of being parents does help.”
Teddy buried his head back in my chest and didn’t say anything else. I don’t know how long he and I stood there. We stayed long enough the sun finished setting. We stayed long enough I felt some of the tension pour out of his body. We stayed long enough that when I wasn’t sure how to communicate how happy, how shocked, how frightened I was in any way other than to tilt his head up and kiss him slow and firm before asking him to come to bed, he did it without argument.
I took him to bed and laid him down gently. Everything, every movement seemed like more now, like we were more now. Every part of his body that was revealed after removing another piece of clothing was to be mapped and explored with my mouth, so I did. I kissed every part of him I could lay my lips on. I nipped at his collarbones and lapped at the insides of his elbows. I kissed the long lines of his thighs and mouthed at the jut of his hip bones. By the time I was done stripping him, he was already panting and beginning to arch his back off of the bed in pleasure. I pulled my own clothes off in haste. It still shocked me that Teddy’s face never changed as I got naked. He never showed any disgust or disappointment in any of the scars or puckered skin. Instead, he just looked eager, sometimes even hungry for more. I moved back to his mouth and kissed him again. He sighed, and I took the opening as an invitation to come in. He lazily twined his tongue with mine and wrapped his hands around my neck to pull me closer to him. There was a calm in the room neither of us seemed willing to disturb given all the emotions this afternoon.
Eventually, I started kissing down the line of his neck and chest to his nipples, and then sucking and lapping at them until each one pebbled under my mouth. Teddy crooned as I focused my teeth and lips and tongue to the tender buds of flesh in order to draw out more of those noises from his throat.
“Roman. Don’t tease,” Teddy whined.
I pulled off just long enough to give him a grin. “Who said anything about teasing, sweetheart?”
He groaned again and tightened his hands in my hair. I gave him what he wanted though, making my way lower, paying special, almost reverent attention to his stomach, the precious cargo within, before leaving it and moving further down to settle between his legs. His cock was straining, so hard it was bowed toward his belly. I watched as a thin bead of precum welled to the tip. I wanted to taste it, so I did. Teddy jumped when I licked around the head of his cock, and I moved to pin his hips down so I could map him at my pace. He tasted sharp and salty. Even if he hadn’t tasted good, I wouldn’t have cared. It was Teddy. That was all that was necessary.
I took him into my mouth, and his breath stuttered. When I looked up at him his head was thrown back, and the flush of his cheeks from earlier now spread all the way down his neck and created large splotches on his chest.
I kept sucking him even as he begged; as he moaned. Then I released his hips and allowed him to rock over and over again into my mouth. This was how I used to pleasure Teddy when we were teenagers. It was familiar, yet fresh and new. His reactions always amazed me, that I could do this for him, to him. Now, I slipped my fingers past his cock to the hot core of him. I didn’t press inside, but hovered two of my fingers right there at his opening, just hinting at penetration.
Teddy went off like a rocket, giving me no warning before shoot
ing cum into my mouth in quick spurts.
I drank down what he gave me, savoring not just the taste, but the essence itself. A part of Teddy. He melted into the bed, and I let him catch his breath before moving off to lay beside him. Once my head hit the pillows, I became aware of my own throbbing, ignored arousal. Teddy turned to me just as I was considering taking the situation into my own hands and murmured, “I want you in me.”
It wasn’t a complicated request. Hell, even I could understand it. Teddy never said things like that. Because of that, any remaining blood in my body rush to my cock. He tugged me over to him, and it wasn’t long before I was pushing two fingers inside him, groaning as he clenched around me. I crooked my fingers to tease and press against his prostate, and he let out an urgent cry.
“Too much?” I asked.
“Not enough,” he replied. “Come on, I can’t wait.”
I pulled up to my knees and rearranged myself before him. Teddy parted his thighs, and I admired how prettily he presented himself to me.
“What are you waiting for?” Teddy asked, impatient.
“Shh. Let me look.”
Teddy snorted. “You’re such a romantic, Roman.”
I shrugged. “Ain’t I allowed to be?” I leaned forward, pressing my hands softly at the backs of his thighs, and I watched as I settled the head of my cock against him before slowly, carefully sinking into him inch by inch. Once I was fully inside, I paused and waited for him to adjust to me filling him up.
“Romantic?” Teddy asked.
I rocked my hips back just a little before sinking forward again just as carefully. Teddy bit his lip. “Uh-huh. I’m pretty sure I’m allowed to feel some type of way about my pregnant boyfriend,” I answered. “Now, lay back and let me relax you.”