Weight of Everything

by Anna Wineheart

  Ulric dragged him over to the bed and flung him down. Gage twisted around onto all-fours, scrambling further up the mattress. “Fuck, Gage.” Ulric grabbed Gage’s waistband and hauled him back. He ripped Gage’s pants off his ass. Then he shoved his fingers between Gage’s cheeks, plunging one straight into Gage’s hole, deeper than before. “I love claiming you.”

  Ulric drove his finger hard against Gage’s prostate; pleasure seared through Gage’s body, pulling his balls tight. “Damn, babe.”

  Gage threw himself forward to escape Ulric; Ulric bore down on him, grasping his knees, shoving his legs open. Gage was about to struggle, except Ulric grabbed his cock and balls, a tight grip that shot up his spine. And now he was at his alpha’s mercy, Ulric leaning in to lick Gage’s balls, then his cock, a damp soft touch that had Gage gasping.

  Ulric pushed two fingers into Gage’s hole, parting them to stretch him further. A low groan slipped from his throat. He withdrew his touch for a second; Gage turned to find Ulric tearing open a lube sachet.

  Ulric pushed his fingers back into Gage, spreading him again. And the crinkled edge of the foil packet pushed into his ass, a second before cool wetness trickled into his body.

  “You fucking me with that lube packet, babe?” Gage growled.

  Ulric glanced up. Then he smiled and pushed the packet deeper into Gage, in and out, so Gage felt the brush of its smooth foil edges against his sensitive parts. His cock jerked. Ulric moaned, and Gage squeezed around him, at the same time Ulric withdrew the lube packet and his fingers.

  While he tore open the next packet, Gage kicked off the rest of his clothes. Then he grabbed the lube packet out of Ulric’s hands and reached between his alpha’s cheeks, finding his tight pink hole.

  “Mine,” Ulric growled, snatching at the lube.

  Gage lifted it away from his reach; Ulric scowled and clambered forward, about to make a grab for it.

  Gage wrapped his legs around his alpha and shoved him down onto the bed, Ulric’s back thumping against the mattress. Gage straddled him properly. Then, he shoved his cock against Ulric’s belly, reaching behind himself for Ulric’s legs, searching out his hole.

  Ulric grasped his own cock and pushed its wet tip between Gage’s cheeks, a thick, blunt presence that robbed Gage of his breath. He wanted.

  “Not so easy,” Gage growled, clambering away.

  Ulric grabbed him and rolled them over, his eyes coal-dark with need, his chest heaving. “Mine, Gage,” he whispered, his cock straining between them. He leaned in to slant a hot kiss against Gage’s lips, his breath warm on Gage’s skin, his body a welcome friction all along Gage’s front.

  Something yanked behind Gage’s stomach right then, something hot that went down to his cock and made it so hard, it fucking hurt. Gage wheezed, trying to breathe. All he smelled was musk and more musk. And all he wanted was his cock deep inside Ulric, pumping him full of come.

  “You, too,” Ulric whispered, licking his lips. He reached between them, grasping Gage’s cock, pumping it.

  Gage’s instincts blew through every last bit of his restraint. He shoved Ulric off himself and grasped his legs, spreading them wide. Exposing Ulric’s hole to his cock.

  Ulric snarled, yanking his legs away. He reared up and barreled Gage back onto the bed; they shoved their chests together, skin on bare skin, wrestling for dominance.

  “Not gonna win, babe,” Gage hissed, shoving his cock against his alpha’s.

  Ulric muscled him against the mattress and slid their cocks together in a slow, sweet slide, friction bursting through Gage’s body in a shower of bliss. “Fuck.”

  Gage shoved the lube packet between Ulric’s cheeks, squeezing some there, getting Ulric all slippery for him. He pushed his fingers into Ulric’s hole—gods, it was so damn tight.

  Ulric hissed and clenched around him; Gage needed to be inside him, right now. Except Ulric grabbed another packet off the bed and tore it open. Then he emptied it onto his hand and shoved it between them, lubing up his own cock.

  Gage’s hole squeezed. When Ulric leaned back, Gage grabbed Ulric’s slippery hand, shoving it onto his cock. So he got some of that lube, too.

  Ulric smiled. “Not gonna be first, Gage.”

  And Ulric shoved apart Gage’s knees, spreading them to expose Gage’s hole. Gage groaned, relaxing for him. Ulric swore. He rammed his cock between Gage’s cheeks in the next second, pushing hard against Gage’s entrance, his chest heaving. “Gonna be mine, Gage.”

  “I’m already yours.” Gage fought down his instinct to struggle. Then he remembered that Ulric would love it, and he reared up, growling, trying to shove his alpha off.

  Ulric roared and slammed him down against the bed, and he snapped his hips, his tip cramming its way into Gage’s body, blazing its way inside. Until he had every single inch stretching Gage open. So desperate to fill him with come.

  Gage snarled at its presence—thick and heavy and demanding. He shoved at Ulric, but Ulric had a look of bliss, hungry and animalistic. And he rutted in hard, his cock brushing right against Gage’s most sensitive spot. Gage arched, his own cock aching; he had to reach down to pump it.

  Ulric knocked his hand away and grasped Gage’s cock, jerking it in time to his thrusts, every stroke winding tension through his body. Gage couldn’t breathe, he could only take his alpha’s cock, his own aching, dripping onto his abdomen. “Babe—”

  Ulric’s strokes grew harder, rougher, so savage that Gage knew he’d feel this for days to come. Ulric pounded deep into his body, sending him sliding backward. Then he dragged Gage back and slammed into him. Gage roared, his cock throbbing, needing to unload inside his alpha. “Can’t hold back much longer,” he rasped.

  “Gonna give,” Ulric hissed, his hips pumping, his cock massaging Gage inside, every stroke so blissful that Gage’s eyes rolled back. He grasped his cock, trying to hold off.

  Then Ulric roared and plunged his entire cock in deep, and Gage felt him pulse, big spurts that filled Gage up inside. Gage would get pregnant from that. Ulric was giving him a baby, right now.

  He throbbed, sweat beading across his skin. Fuck, he needed to come.

  Ulric waited a couple moments for every drop to land inside Gage. Then he pulled out, and Gage lunged, shoving him down against the bed, hauling his legs open. “Gonna take it, babe,” Gage hissed, his tongue so thick that he couldn’t say anything else, he could only squeeze an open pack of lube onto himself, slicking his cock up in two quick strokes.

  He found Ulric’s hole, pushing a couple fingers inside. But his alpha didn’t need so much stretching; Gage had been there earlier today. Ulric sucked in a quick breath.

  Gage fitted his tip inside and slammed his cock home, so hard that Ulric arched and panted, taking him, his body hot like a furnace.

  “Perfect,” Gage panted. Then he gave in to his instincts, thrusting into his alpha faster and harder, watching Ulric’s pleasure as he tipped his head back in bliss. And Gage crammed his entire length inside, holding it there, just letting Ulric adjust to his size.

  When Ulric could breathe again, Gage picked up his rhythm. He watched the bliss on Ulric’s face as he rode him, until each thrust rocked his alpha and his cock swelled, about to blow.

  “Gonna give you a baby,” Gage whispered.

  “Please,” Ulric begged.

  That word ripped pleasure through Gage’s body; he pushed himself deep inside as he emptied spurt after spurt of his seed into his bondmate, the thought of giving Ulric a child delighting his instincts.

  Then he collapsed next to Ulric, pulling Ulric close, nuzzling his face.

  “I’ve never had a rut before,” Ulric said hazily. “That was amazing.”

  “Because it was with me?” Gage rubbed the back of Ulric’s hand, smiling goofily.

  Ulric nodded.

  Ruts only happened when you were with an omega you had an emotional attachment to. But with these new hormones, and these new scents... it was a very special thing that Gag
e had just experienced with his alpha. He didn’t know if many others could say they’d been in a rut and in heat at the same time.

  Already, the desperate need of his heat had begun to fade. Gage wasn’t sure if it was because he’d just come, or because he’d already conceived. But he had Ulric’s seed inside him. And possibly, Ulric’s baby.

  He touched his abdomen gently, imagining a new life there. Then he touched Ulric’s belly, too.

  Ulric curled up next to him, comfortable with Gage. He wasn’t quite as confident about himself as Gage wanted him to be, but he was miles better than he had been.

  Gage trailed his fingertips down Ulric’s front, just admiring him. Just appreciating the warmth of his body, and his presence.

  “I never expected anyone to like this,” Ulric mumbled, gesturing at himself. “I spent a long time just hiding. Sometimes I look back at myself, and I feel like a coward.”

  Come to think of it, Gage wasn’t sure if that was such a bad thing. “Maybe you’ve just been saving yourself for me.” Gage kissed his forehead. “I’m so damn lucky to have found you, babe. I’m glad you moved to Meadowfall. And came to visit the gym.”

  “Yeah, I fell on my face and had my clothes ripped off,” Ulric muttered.

  “Love your ass,” Gage whispered, remembering that day. “Maybe that was your mating dance, and you got me right there.”

  “That was no dance.”

  “Yeah, it was just you flaunting your sexy curves.”

  Ulric rolled his eyes. Gage kissed him on the lips, his heart full.

  “If we get pregnant... When we get pregnant—what do you think our children would look like?” Gage asked.

  “I hope they look like you,” Ulric said.

  “But I want them to look like you,” Gage said.

  Ulric’s forehead crinkled. “But you’re the handsome one.”

  “Sometimes, I wish people wouldn’t judge me by my looks.”

  “You sure get advantages, though,” Ulric said.

  Well, Gage couldn’t deny that. “One thing I know, is these looks sure snared you.”

  Ulric flushed. “I was not,” he spluttered.

  “You so were.” Gage grinned and pinned him, tickling his alpha. Ulric thrashed. Gage kissed him sweetly on the lips, just savoring the way their bodies brushed. Then he released his alpha, just snuggling with him.

  “I’ll love our kids no matter what they look like,” Ulric said.

  “Same here.” With a laugh, Gage pressed their foreheads together. “I think we’re a good match, you know. You get me.”

  Ulric cracked a smile. He looked so good that Gage cradled his face, kissing him again.

  “You’ll get weird stares, you know. With this.” Ulric stroked the scar on Gage’s belly. “When it swells up like your cousin’s did.”

  Gage shrugged. “They can stare all they want. But they won’t have what I do, babe. And that’s you. And your babies.”

  Ulric brightened, kissing Gage softly. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

  “Now you’re getting sappy,” Gage told him.

  “Oh, hush.” Ulric kissed him harder. “We need to make sure that I’ve really gotten you pregnant.”

  That sent tingles racing down Gage’s body. “Yeah? Are you going to strut your stuff? I brought some lace panties.”

  Ulric’s eyebrows crawled up. “You did?”

  Gage leaned away, grabbing his pants. He rooted around the back pockets and found a few lacy scraps—he’d had them custom-made. There wasn’t much room in omega underwear for alpha cocks, after all. “I got a few. Not sure which would fit you perfectly. But I was gonna let you wear them before we went into heat.”

  “A little late for that.” Ulric took the lace from Gage, fingering the delicate material. “They feel nice, though.”

  “I thought you might like them. You’ve been looking at pretty things lately.”

  “Like you haven’t.” Ulric glanced up from the panties. “Would you rather have been born an omega?”

  Gage looked down at himself. “I don’t know, to be honest. I like being an alpha. I’m comfortable in my skin.” Then he met Ulric’s eyes. “And someday soon, I hope you will be, too.”

  Ulric gave a lopsided smile. Despite Gage’s insistence that his original weight was fine, Ulric had lost a few pounds. Gage had been convincing him to eat more veggies, and the occasional cake rewards worked really well for him.

  Two days a week, Ulric had his choice of mashed potatoes and ice cream and pizza, and various other decadent things—the only criteria being that he didn’t eat too much of it. But he’d taken a liking to Gage’s pan-fried zucchinis, and every so often, Gage surprised him with a mouthful of ice cream. Little treats. Things that made him smile.

  Some days—a rare thing now—Ulric caved and binged on things in the fridge. That was okay, though. They wrote off those days as cheat days, and Gage made sure Ulric didn’t blame himself for it. Instead, they went on long walks together, just enjoying each other’s company.

  He made sure to remind Ulric that it didn’t matter what he looked like. The most important part was that Gage wanted him to be healthy, because Gage was selfish. Because Gage wanted his alpha with him for decades to come.

  He snuggled sleepily against Ulric. “Nap first? After that, we’ll try this impregnating thing again. Just because.”

  Ulric laughed. “With the lace panties? I’ll wear them for you.”

  He felt good enough about himself to do that. And that made all the difference in the world. “Fuck yeah, babe. You’ll look gorgeous in them.”

  Ulric flushed, and Gage thought... maybe he should propose, too. Just because.

  32

  Pregnancy

  Ulric stepped into the kitchen and immediately wished he hadn’t. Somehow, the smell of mushroom soup made him need to throw up. “Why are you making that?”

  “Craving it,” Gage answered. “You want some?”

  “I’m going to puke.”

  Ulric hurried into the bathroom and crouched, emptying his stomach—some crackers he’d eaten earlier today. That had been all he could swallow; Gage’s mushroom soup had undone all his efforts. How did omegas deal with this?

  Granted, most omegas probably weren’t living with another pregnant person, who also had very specific foods that they could keep down.

  “Sorry.” Gage followed him into the bathroom. “You okay?”

  “Not a fan of mushroom soup right now.” Ulric heaved again.

  Gage crowded close, rubbing Ulric’s back. Then he grabbed a mug and filled it with water—it had since been dubbed the Vomit Washer. Ulric took it with a murmur of thanks, rinsing out his mouth.

  “I’ll air out the kitchen as soon as I can,” Gage said.

  “It’s fine.” Ulric sniffed at him—Gage smelled like the honey of his pregnancy, and also faintly like his soup, but at least that was tolerable now. “Remember last week, when I made leek stir-fry and you threw up?”

  Gage snorted. “Yeah. Definitely do. But the one we’ll tell our kids about is the time both of us had to share the toilet.”

  Ulric snorted. That... had been a memorable experience. One he wasn’t so keen on repeating. “I’ll use a different bathroom the next time.”

  “Yeah? You don’t like the thought of my puking making you puke more?” Gage wriggled his eyebrows.

  Ulric elbowed him in the stomach. “Shut up.”

  Gage grinned and hugged him around the waist. Ulric leaned in to nuzzle him, except he caught a whiff of mushroom soup on Gage’s breath.

  On any other month, that would’ve been fine. Ulric barely got his puke in the toilet instead of on his alpha’s face. “Can’t kiss you right now. You need to wash your mouth with soap.”

  Gage covered his mouth, his words coming out muffled. “Got it.”

  He stuck around, though, rubbing Ulric’s back until Ulric’s nausea faded. Then he brushed Ulric’s hair out of his face, even though
Ulric’s hair wasn’t all that long. Ulric’s heart pattered.

  Gage loved him. And every day, he showed it with all the little gestures that said Ulric was important, that it didn’t matter what Ulric looked like. Gage made Ulric feel as though he was a good person. Worthy of love.

  “I love you,” Ulric blurted.

  Gage smiled and nuzzled Ulric’s shoulder. “Love you. This may be the new way of kissing, though. At least, until this morning sickness thing goes away.”

  Ulric laughed.

  Three months into their pregnancy, Gage’s baby bump had become obvious. His abs had lost a bit of definition on the surface; he’d said that he could feel the uterus pressing lightly against his insides. Ulric felt the same in his own body.

  “It won’t be long until we can’t hug each other this way,” Gage said, pulling Ulric against his chest.

  Ulric looked down at his own abdomen—his curves made it hard to tell that he was even pregnant at all. At least the morning sickness had faded. “Has anyone at the gym noticed?”

  Gage shrugged. “Kinda. They’ve been starting to joke about my beer belly.”

  Ulric winced. “What did you tell them?”

  “That it was gonna be a surprise. My boss knows, though.”

  Ulric could only imagine Gage telling his boss, and the increasing disbelief on Gage’s boss’s face. But Gage had gotten permission to take a couple months off work after the birth, so Ulric wasn’t too worried about that.

  “You didn’t show off your belly?” Ulric asked.

  “Babe, the only person I show off to is you.” Gage pressed his baby bump against Ulric’s belly. “Think they can hear each other? I mean, if we hug like that, they’re practically side-by-side.”

  “That’s a really weird way to say hi.”

  “You know what, we haven’t tried something. I can’t believe it.” Gage dragged Ulric into the bedroom, nudging him onto the mattress. Then he lay down in the opposite direction—a little too high for a proper 69.

  He was in the perfect position to kiss Ulric’s belly, though. Gage peeled Ulric’s shirt up, pressing his face against Ulric’s skin. “Hey,” Gage murmured. “I think both of you can hear me at the same time.”