YOUR TEAMMATE FALLS IN LOVE WITH YOU WHILE YOU HAVE BRAXTON HICKS
I love football. The training. The team spirit. My opportunities. We won't have that kind of community anymore after we graduate, which is a shame. Sure, you have to take a break right now, which sucks, but you wanted to swell up this much. It's not my fault, huh.
Your teammate, Falco, sits across from your bed and smiles as he points to your belly.
I'll probably never hear from you how that happened, right? But you're already a doer for this action. Do you remember how Coach Beff reacted when you had to tell him? The look on his face was unforgettable...It's fine, I'll stop. I just miss training with you like we did back then and being able to have a good time. I've missed that a bit since then.
Falco gets up and walks around your bed before he falls down next to you with full force. You admonish him about his behavior and that he has to be careful.
I'm not exaggerating, dude… Oh, I didn't know that you were feeling a bit uncomfortable at the moment. Mhm, yeah, but you're already really far along, aren't you? I can imagine that a lot of that is happening at the moment, especially if you don't want to tell me what happened back then. Then your lover can't be in your life anymore if you don't even wanna talk about him. But I'm not stressing you out, got it? I'm just worried and I don't like it when you're not feeling well. That's not how it should be. You're always there for me too.
Falco leans a little closer to you.
Your…your stomach is moving. Wait, why are you pulling a face? Is everything OK? Oh…he's just kicking…? Not even born yet and already active like his daddy, huh? Did that hurt? yeah? He can kick that hard?
Falco puts his hand on your stomach.
Let's see if I can feel it when he kicks? Oh, dude, that was hard! Relax. Does that take your breath away? You're breathing so fast. Do you have Braxton Hicks? Understandable with all the extra weight you're carrying, right? Is there anything I can do for you?
His hand is on your swollen belly again and your faces are only a few centimeters away. You can't concentrate and lean forward and kiss him.
whoa…What did just happen? Yeah, I don't care if your hormones are going crazy right now!
Now Falco leans towards you and kisses you. Meanwhile, you lean back on your pillows while Falco seems to climb more and more onto you. A few moments later, he is on top of you. His supporting hands are next to your head, preventing him from resting his weight on your huge belly. Your wet lips against each other feel good. Falco's lips move from your mouth to your chin and then to your neck. Before they reach your swollen breasts, he stops and whispers…
I didn't even notice how full your tits had become, dude. They are really firm.
He starts again and licks your left nipple while his left hand squeezes your right breast. After a few minutes of his comfort on your part, his hand moves towards your crotch. You are wearing your sweatpants, but Falco doesn't stop them. When he puts his hand on you, you push your spine out and moan loudly as another contraction hits you, which you can barely feel.
Good boy. Do you like that? You can get really loud. That was a good tone. Can I hear that from you more often? That makes me curious for more.
His lips wander up to your head and ears again until he whispers in them in a deep voice…
Then wait and see what I do next to hear you.
When he puts it in his mouth, you moan again. A feeling that you haven't experienced as intensely as it does now for months. And all the while, his hands are kneading your swollen belly and chest.
You must have been waiting for this for a long time, right? Someone else who makes you feel good. What happens next between us can be postponed until later, because right now I don't want to concentrate, I want to devour every part of your body bit by bit, sweet boy.
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THE COTTAGE
Oliver and Julian had been enjoying their vacation by the seaside, a much-needed escape from their bustling city life. With the baby’s arrival just a couple of weeks away, they thought a serene getaway would be perfect for some relaxation. They had rented a charming cottage overlooking the beach, where they spent their days basking in the sun and their evenings listening to the soothing sounds of the waves.
One afternoon, as they lounged on the porch, Oliver suddenly winced and placed a hand on his belly.
Julian looked up from his book, concerned. “Hey, are you okay?”
Oliver took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “I think… I think I’m having Braxton Hicks again.”
Julian frowned and put his book aside, moving closer to Oliver. “Are you sure? It can’t be contractions, right? It’s not the right time. The baby’s not due for another two weeks.”
Oliver nodded, but his face remained tense. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure. It’s just that these feel stronger than the ones I’ve had before.”
Julian rubbed Oliver’s back gently, trying to calm him down. “Okay, just breathe through it. Remember what the doctor said, they’re usually harmless and just a way for your body to practice.”
Oliver took a few deep breaths, his hand still on his belly. “I know, but it’s hard not to worry. What if the baby decides to come early?”
Julian shook his head, trying to sound reassuring even though he felt a twinge of worry himself. “Hey, don’t think like that. The doctor said it’s normal to feel these false contractions as we get closer. It doesn’t mean the baby’s coming right now.”
Oliver closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing as the contraction slowly eased. “I guess you’re right. It’s just so hard to tell sometimes. I don’t want to risk anything.”
Julian kissed Oliver’s forehead and wrapped his arm around him. “I know. And it’s completely okay to be worried. But let’s take it one step at a time. If these start becoming regular or more painful, we’ll call the doctor. Right now, let’s just try to relax.”
Oliver leaned into Julian, finding comfort in his embrace. “You always know how to calm me down. I just don’t want anything to go wrong.”
Julian smiled, brushing a strand of hair from Oliver’s forehead. “Nothing’s going to go wrong. We’ve come so far, and we’re going to meet our baby soon. We’re ready for this, no matter when it happens.”
Oliver nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. “You’re right. We are ready. And we’ll handle whatever comes our way.”
Julian squeezed Oliver’s hand. “Exactly. Now, how about we make some tea and put on a movie? Something light and funny to take our minds off things.”
Oliver smiled, the tension slowly leaving his body. “That sounds perfect. Thanks, Julian. For everything.”
Julian helped Oliver up and together they walked into the cottage, the earlier scare slowly fading away as they focused on the simple joys of their evening.
Once inside, Julian led Oliver to the cozy couch, where he helped him settle down. “You rest here,” he said softly, “I’ll get the tea ready.”
Oliver watched Julian as he moved around the small kitchen, admiring the way his partner’s muscles flexed under his shirt. Despite the earlier scare, a familiar warmth began to spread through him. Perhaps it was the adrenaline wearing off, or maybe just the comfort of being with Julian, but he felt an undeniable desire building within him.
When Julian returned with the steaming cups of tea, he noticed the change in Oliver’s expression. “What’s that look for?” he asked with a playful smirk.
Oliver took the tea, his fingers brushing against Julian’s hand. “Just appreciating how lucky I am to have you,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of mischief.
Julian raised an eyebrow, setting his tea down on the table. “Oh really? And what exactly are you appreciating?”
Oliver took a sip of his tea, his eyes never leaving Julian’s. “Everything about you,” he murmured. “Especially how good you are at making me feel better.”
Julian leaned closer, his hand sliding up Oliver’s thigh. “Is that so? Maybe I should do more of that.”
Oliver’s breath hitched as Julian’s hand continued its journey, stopping just shy of the growing bulge in his pants. “Maybe you should,” he replied, his voice now a whisper.
Julian’s fingers traced the outline of Oliver’s erection through the fabric, sending shivers down his spine. “You know,” Julian said, his voice husky, “I’ve missed this closeness.”
Oliver moaned softly, his hips instinctively pushing towards Julian’s touch. “Me too,” he admitted, his hands clutching at Julian’s shoulders.
Julian leaned in, capturing Oliver’s lips in a deep, slow kiss. As their tongues intertwined, Julian’s hand slipped beneath Oliver’s waistband, wrapping around his hardness. Oliver gasped into the kiss, his body arching towards Julian, craving more of his touch.
Julian broke the kiss, his forehead resting against Oliver’s. “You sure you’re up for this?” he asked, his thumb brushing over the sensitive tip.
Oliver nodded, his eyes dark with desire. “I need this, Julian. I need you.”
With a tender smile, Julian carefully maneuvered Oliver onto his back, his hand never leaving its place. He kissed his way down Oliver’s neck, savoring the soft moans that escaped his lips. Julian’s other hand slid under Oliver’s shirt, caressing the smooth skin of his belly, feeling the gentle curve where their baby grew.
“You’re so beautiful,” Julian murmured, his lips trailing over Oliver’s chest. “I can’t wait to meet our baby.”
Oliver’s hands tangled in Julian’s hair, pulling him closer. “Neither can I,” he whispered. “But right now, all I want is you.”
Julian’s fingers worked deftly, freeing Oliver from his pants and underwear. He took a moment to admire the sight before him, the way Oliver’s body responded to his touch, the way his eyes shone with love and lust.
Lowering himself between Oliver’s legs, Julian took him into his mouth, drawing a deep, guttural moan from his partner. Oliver’s fingers tightened in Julian’s hair, his hips moving in time with Julian’s ministrations.
It wasn’t long before Oliver felt the familiar heat pooling in his belly, his climax approaching fast. “Julian,” he gasped, “I’m close.”
Julian’s response was a low hum of approval, sending vibrations through Oliver’s entire body. With a few more skilled movements, Oliver tumbled over the edge, crying out Julian’s name as pleasure surged through him.
Julian continued to gently stroke him through the aftershocks, his own arousal evident. When Oliver finally came down from his high, Julian moved back up to kiss him deeply, their bodies pressed together.
“Thank you,” Oliver whispered against Julian’s lips. “That was incredible.”
Julian smiled, brushing a sweat-dampened strand of hair from Oliver’s forehead. “Anything for you, my love. Now, how about that movie?”
Oliver laughed softly, feeling more relaxed and content than he had in weeks. “Sounds perfect.”
As they settled back onto the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, their love would see them through. And soon, they would welcome their baby into a world filled with warmth, tenderness, and unending love.
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