Heavyweight Daddy: An Mpreg Romance

by Austin Bates

"Maybe I just want to unwrap my present where I know Natalie isn't going to find us later," he said, laughing when Eli grimaced.

  "Upstairs then," Eli said, stepping back.

  Van had to take a moment to adjust himself before he could walk carefully toward the stairs. He dragged his eyes over Eli's flushed face and swollen lips. His chest was heaving hard enough to strain his tailored shirt, but his half-hard cock barely disturbed the line of his slacks.

  Frowning as they headed upstairs, Van cast about for a way to get him to forget his worries. The last time Van had been nervous about sex, he'd been a virgin and the boy had been the son of a belly dancing friend of Papa's. He'd done a striptease with the most insane hip movements; it had been like Van had been hypnotized. He'd barely had a chance to be nervous or embarrassed before it had been over.

  Smiling to himself, Van tugged Eli the last few steps into his room and pushed him into the armchair set by the windows. "Stay there."

  Crossing his arms, Eli raised one eyebrow but did as he was told.

  Van toed off his shoes and hit the controls for the automated blackout curtains, turning on a single lamp for warm yellow mood lighting. He couldn't remember much about the music that Patrick had danced to, just that it had been heavy on the drums. Calling up a beat in his head, he started to sway.

  How had that hip twist gone? He slid his hips in an obscene figure-8, and Eli's eyes widened. That was it. Sliding his hands up his chest, he toyed with the top two buttons, easing them open.

  Eli's eyes followed his every move, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. When Van dipped his fingers below the waistband of his jeans to untuck his shirt, Eli leaned forward, his eyes going dark. Van teased the fabric loose, slinking a few steps closer. He could feel Eli's gaze on his skin as he undid the rest of the buttons, raising the hair on the back of his arms.

  Sliding the shirt off, Van dropped it in Eli's lap, chuckling when he clutched it in white-knuckled fists. "Don't rip that," he said, turning and sauntering away. The buttons on his jeans popped open easily, and he teased the fabric lower on his hips.

  Eli groaned, his eyes tracking over Van's exposed skin when he glanced back over his shoulder. Van let the jeans drop, running a hand down his side. The stitches were a neat little line over pale, new skin, mostly healed. They were both ignoring them, and he was glad to feel no strain despite the lessening buzz of the painkillers.

  Bending down to step out of his jeans, Van tugged his socks off, giving Eli a good look at his ass. Peeking at him, he found his mouth gone dry. Eli had pushed Van's shirt aside and was rubbing one big hand along the ridge of his erection. The material of his slacks did nothing to hide the delicious size of him; Van licked his lips. If Eli wanted to do the nailing some time, that was fine by him. They could arm wrestle for it next time.

  "Okay, I think that's enough of that," he said, tugging his boxer briefs down and off in one smooth motion.

  Eli watched him approach, his dark eyes skating over Van's chest, making him shiver. He let Van pull him to his feet, closing the distance between them with a biting kiss. "You look like sex incarnate," Eli growled against his lips.

  Smirking, Van tugged Eli's shirt off, running his hands over hot skin and tight muscle. It was softer than he'd expected; decadent like silk over marble. "So says the man who was one of Sports Magazine's sexiest omegas of the 21st century." Eli's pecs were incredible and Van just wanted to sink his teeth into them. He thought about seeing the mark during the next fight and bit his lip as his cock throbbed. Maybe not. He didn't need any more reasons to get hard watching Eli.

  Van worked Eli's slacks down, taking a moment to run his fingers teasingly over the hard ridge under his briefs. "Tighty whities? Really?"

  Eli groaned, his head thrown back. "They're comfortable."

  "If you say so, gorgeous. They look good on you." Van pulled them down as well, kneeling to pull off Eli's shoes and socks. It put him at a convenient height to blow teasingly across the damp tip of that perfect cock, watching it twitch hungrily.

  He would have done more, but Eli dragged him to his feet, kicking off the last of his clothes and pushing him back on the bed. Straddling Van's lap, he rocked them together, their cocks lining up with the kind of friction that whited out Van's nervous system.

  Clutching at Eli's hips, Van thrust up involuntarily with a groan. Eli looked otherworldly, arched over him in the golden light, and he had to drag him down for a kiss. It was like stepping into the ring with him, deep and bruising, and Van could only hold on for the ride. Chasing that delicious coffee flavor, his tongue dueled with Eli's until they were both growling into the kiss.

  Van could feel the pleasure building entirely too fast and he wanted to savor every minute of this. He dug his fingers into Eli's hip, slowing their pace and gentling the kiss. Eli reared back, staring at him from inches away, his eyes black in the low light.

  There was something so vulnerable about the massive man at that moment, and Van kissed him gently, trying to reassure him. He was completely unprepared for the hand that wrapped around his cock, stroking firmly.

  "Fuck," he gasped, throwing his head back. "That feels amazing. You feel amazing."

  Eli made a pleased noise. "I can't wait to get you inside me," he said with a shy smile. Shifting forward, he held Van's gaze as he twisted his wrist and made pleasure pulse through his body.

  Reaching for Eli to return the favor, Van was surprised to find him only half hard. Even in the dim room, he could see the flush that crept up Eli's cheeks, his eyes dropping to the bed.

  "Sorry," he said, pulling back and getting off Van's lap.

  Stunned by the sudden change, Van stared at him for a moment, trying to get blood to flow through his brain. "It's okay. We can take it slower." His traitorous cock wasn't going down any, but he could wait.

  "You don't have to," Eli said. "I can suck you off."

  Frowning, Van sat up and leaned against his shoulder. "I will definitely take you up on that later but, for right now, I'd really like to do whatever it is you're comfortable with."

  "I don't need you to have omega sex just for me."

  Van stared at him. "What exactly is omega sex?" he asked, stroking his hand down Eli's arm.

  Eli looked away as his dick twitched with interest. "You know."

  "I really don't," Van said, pressing a kiss against his shoulder.

  "Tits, foreplay, cuddling. Girly stuff." Eli shivered as Van stroked across his chest and down the flat of his abs.

  "No girly stuff here," he said, stroking Eli's half-hard dick to feel it pulse against his hand. "Just two guys doing what feels good, and let me tell you, you feel really, really good."

  Eli slanted a glance at him out of the corner of his eye. "I almost believe you."

  Smiling, Van stroked him again, watching Eli bite his lip. "That's good because I'm not lying."

  "I'm the Champ," Eli said, sounding heartbreakingly confused.

  Van paused. "Is that supposed to mean something besides you owning a horrifically gaudy belt?"

  With a shake of his head, Eli pulled away. Van let him go, watching him roll to the edge of the bed.

  "Guys don't sleep with me because I'm an omega. They sleep with me because I'm the best boxer there is," he said into the shadows of the room.

  Careful not to startle him, Van scooted closer. "Why are the two mutually exclusive?"

  "I don't know. They just are. I'm not omega enough for dominant guys."

  Van almost laughed. "Their loss. If any of them were smart enough to appreciate you, I wouldn't be in bed with the sexiest guy in the Northern Hemisphere." He draped himself over Eli's back, kissing the short hairs over the knob of his spine and making him shiver.

  "I just don't want you to be disappointed," Eli said.

  It was hard not to brush the concern off. Considering carefully, Van rested his head against Eli's and hummed. "I'm not going to lie, I've wanted you from the first time I saw you." Under his chin, Eli's shoulder slumped. "Th
e only way I'm going to be disappointed," he added, stroking a hand over Eli's arm, "is if we do something that we're not ready for. We can go downstairs right now and watch a movie."

  Eli snorted, his eyes slanting sideways to meet Van's.

  "Okay, maybe not right this minute," Van said, ruefully. "I'm gonna need a few in the bathroom if we decide that sex is off the table, but that's my problem. I'll even let you pick the movie."

  "How generous," Eli said, his lips twitching a little. "What if I have a thing for romantic comedies?"

  "Fantastic. Lion was just in one of those last year. I like artsy foreign films, personally. We can alternate." Van grinned as the boxer stared. He loved the half eye roll that mentioning his movie star brother got him.

  "Sometimes it's hard to tell when you're serious," Eli said, leaning back into Van's embrace.

  Van winked. "I'm always serious."

  "I really do want you," Eli said after a moment. He refused to meet Van's eyes, turning his head so that his profile was highlighted in golden light.

  "I am very glad to hear that," Van said, "but it doesn't mean that it has to be right now."

  "I want it to be though," Eli said, pulling away and pacing toward the door. "This is supposed to be simple, right?" He turned pleading eyes on Van. Seeing the muscular boxer so uncertain broke Van's heart.

  "Eli," Van slid off the bed and pulled the bigger man into a hug. "Do you want to have sex? With me? Right now?"

  Eli hunched over and buried his face in Van's neck, the muscles of his shoulders bunching and releasing. "...Yes...?"

  "Yes, you want to have sex?" Van smirked as Eli's growl tickled his skin.

  "Yes, I want to have sex with you, right now," Eli grumbled, sinking his teeth into the fleshy part of Van's shoulder.

  Van chuckled. "Then all you have to do is lay there and let me do the work." He tugged Eli back toward the bed, kissing his swollen lips. "Don't get used to it. I'm going to make you do the heavy lifting next time."

  Staring at him, the tiniest flare of hope behind his eyes, Eli smiled tentatively. "I'm good at heavy lifting." He flexed his arm, and Van threw his head back and laughed.

  Pushing Eli back onto the bed, Van made a point of fussing with their positions until they were propped up on the pillows, nose to nose.

  "You know what I noticed first about you?" he asked idly, running his hands over the hot skin spread out below him.

  "You were at the fight?" Eli asked, his brow furrowing as he thought. It was adorable how seriously he took everything. "My muscles."

  "Your ass," Van countered, stroking his fingers over the smooth skin of Eli's chest. "Do you wax?"

  Thrown by the question, Eli nodded. "Mostly just before fights. Kim says it gives me more appeal to–" He trailed off with a gasp as Van caught one nipple in his fingers.

  Grinning, he rolled the little bud back and forth. "I think we can leave your publicist outside of the bedroom."

  "Fuck." Nodding, Eli arched his chest, pressing into Van's grip.

  Experimentally, Van pinched harder and Eli bucked against him, his cock twitching to life. He licked his lips. He could work with that.

  Leaning forward, he kissed his way across the smooth surface of Eli's chest. The satin surface twitched under his lips, pressing up as Eli realized where he was going and held his breath. Tempting as it was to tease, Van headed straight for his goal, wrapping his lips around the other flat nipple and sucking hard. Eli jerked like he'd been plugged into an electrical outlet, groaning and thrashing against the sheets. Van laved the thin sheen of sweat off with his tongue, his pulse pounding with the power of making Eli tremble.

  "You like that, big guy?" Van said, scraping his teeth across the little peak.

  Eli swallowed hard, throwing his arm over his eyes. "Yes?" There was a deep red flush creeping up that dark skin and Van reluctantly let go of his nipples to chase it up his throat.

  "You don't sound sure," he said, licking along Eli's lips. He opened readily, their tongues dueling for control of the kiss until Eli subsided with a whimper. Van deepened the kiss, needing to hear that sound again; Eli molded himself against him, clutching at his shoulders.

  When they separated, Eli's eyes were glazed, the pupils blown wide in the dim light. "I just..." He glanced to one side, tension starting to steal back into his body. "Harder?" he suggested, the word so quiet that it was more of a rumble through Van's chest than a sound in his ears.

  "Absolutely, baby," he said, surprised when Eli's dick twitched against his thigh. Eli groaned and covered his eyes again, but Van grinned, delighted. "You like it when I call you baby? Can you be any more perfect?"

  One dark eye peeked out just as Van leaned down and sank his teeth very carefully into one pebbled nipple. Eli shouted, thrusting his fully hard cock against Van's hip. His hands flew up and gripped the headboard hard enough to make it creak.

  "That's right, baby," Van said, soothing the flesh with his tongue. Eli groaned in disappointment as he shifted away and he chuckled. "Greedy," he teased, kissing his way to the other side of that broad chest. "Have to be fair." His cock was throbbing, but he ignored it in favor of savoring every inch of Eli's skin. He puffed a hot breath across the dark nipple, watching it tighten and reach for him. The reaction as he caught the nub in his teeth this time was even more explosive. Eli almost threw Van off as he bucked, a broken cry torn from his throat.

  "You're so beautiful," Van said, ignoring the small twinge in his side. "Jesus, how do you not know how sexy this is? I'm so hard I could crack diamonds."

  Panting, Eli thrust up against him so that their cocks brushed together, both of them moaning. "Inside me?" he pledded, his voice hoarse.

  "I'll get there. Eventually." Van tugged open the hotel nightstand, grateful to find a barely used bottle of lube tucked in one corner of the drawer. "Is this branded?" he asked, holding it up to show the hotel's logo incredulously.

  "It's Vegas," Eli said, tugging him down for a kiss. "Everything is branded. Hurry up."

  "No," Van countered, nipping at his lip. "I'm enjoying myself."

  Eli flopped back onto the bed with a whine, his hand drifting down to stroke himself. "I'm dying here."

  Van watched him admiringly, his cock twitching with jealousy. "I doubt that," he said, smiling, "but if you're in a hurry..." He leaned down and sucked the tip of Eli's cock into his mouth. Eli shouted, his body arching off the bed in a tense curve. Van rode the thrust, careful not to choke, savoring the flavor of salt and skin. When Eli collapsed back on the bed, his eyes wide, Van slid a slick finger back to stroke between the delicious globes of his ass.

  Moaning, Eli spread his legs wider, his hand sliding away to grip the sheets. His body tried to thrust back and forward at the same time, frozen in indecision. Van hummed, stroking his free hand over the taut muscles of Eli's abs as they clenched. The distraction allowed him to work one finger in without Eli even noticing, the boxer cursing as he thrust it deep.

  "Jesus, hurry up," Eli groaned, his body dancing beautifully between Van's hand and mouth. Humming again, Van watched the cords in his neck bunch as he found a rhythm, his muscles straining as he worked to pleasure himself.

  Pressing another finger into that hot, tight channel, Van groaned as Eli impaled himself onto it flawlessly. The silky flesh inside was pulsing, trying to draw him deeper, and he was having a hard time remembering why he was holding off.

  "Condoms?" he gasped.

  Eli groaned, not in pleasure this time. "I don't have any."

  "Who doesn't have condoms?" Van asked, kissing the tip of Eli's cock just to see it twitch before sliding off the bed. Eli watched him, a guarded wariness in his eyes.

  "According to my doc, the Virgin Mary had a better chance of conceiving than I do, and I haven't had a date since New Year’s."

  "STDs are a thing, you know," Van said, digging through his wallet. "And you never know when some guy is going to fall for your charms." He straightened too fast and winced as his stitches
pulled a little. Waving off Eli's frown, he held up a slightly battered condom package.

  Relief flooded Eli's eyes, and he snapped his fingers. "Hurry up, boy scout."

  "Never was, actually," Van said, as he climbed back on the bed. "Did the Guides in France for a couple of years, but–"

  "Tell me all about it after you fuck me into the mattress," Eli said, sitting up to drag him into position.

  "Sir, yes, sir," Van said, stealing a kiss as he got himself ready.

  Van moaned into the kiss as he pressed home, sliding into Eli's body like it was made for him. "You feel like heaven," he whispered against Eli's lips, panting as he started to move.

  "Harder," Eli gasped, locking his thick thighs around Van's waist. "Please."

  "Whatever you want, baby," Van jerked as the velvet furnace around him clenched at the pet name. "Shit. Keep that u, and I'm not going to last long."

  "Don't care," Eli grunted as Van slammed home. He had one big hand stroking furiously at his own cock and Van straightened up to watch, mesmerized.

  He was so attuned to Eli's body that he could feel the other man's orgasm racing closer, his rhythm falling apart as his body clenched. Wrapping his hand around Eli's he guided the other man's strokes, steadying him as his eyes flew open, unfocused and gorgeous in their pleasure.

  Staring deep into those chocolate eyes, Van buried himself deep. "Come for me, baby."

  Eli sobbed, his body locking up as he sprayed his pleasure between them. Van tried to watch as long as he could, but his eyes slipped closed with the pleasure of that delicious friction spasming around him. Thrusting through the pulses of pleasure, he found the rhythm he needed and reached for his own orgasm.

  Spent, Eli collapsed back on the bed, muscles shivering with each thrust. Tears were seeping from his eyes, but he whined his pleasure as he pulled Van in for a kiss. Neither of them had any breath to spare, so they ended up panting into each other's mouths, lips sliding together. "You feel so good," Eli whispered, his voice full of wonder. "I can't wait to feel you come in me."

  As if summoned up by his words, Van felt the wave of pleasure break over him, flowing up his spine and out his limbs until even his fingertips tingled. The world was nothing but Eli's eyes and the fireworks of pleasure that shook him like a rag doll.