Gift of Sound

On the morning of September eighth, just a couple weeks after school began for everybody in The Fallen Angels except Ash and CC, Ash woke up über early, a good hour before his alarm was set to go off. His morning sickness had abated enough so that he didn’t have to take his anti-nausea medication as much anymore, although he’d have a moment every now and then when he needed it. At the moment, he wasn’t nauseous in the least, so he was somewhat confused as to why he was awake this early.

His lover, who was undoubtedly skipping school for his doctor’s appointment this morning, lay flat on his back beside him, one arm tossed above his head while the other lay across his belly. He remembered waking up in the middle of the night and having to roll over, as sleeping nearly on his belly like he did when he cuddled up to Andy while he was sleeping on his back was just too uncomfortable these days.

As he lay there wondering why he was awake so early with no reason, as of yet, his hand drifted down to his belly. He’d gained at least another pound and, from what they could tell since they hadn’t gotten a tape measure like Dr. Morgan’s yet, a couple centimeters, which was good. He was happy to know that their baby was growing at a fairly normal rate, although he had a bad feeling that its growth would slow down sometime within the next few weeks. It was just one of those feelings he couldn’t explain or describe, but he knew it was there all the same. Maybe this was what women meant when they referenced their “female intuition.”

“Oh!” he gasped softly, his hand gripping his belly tight as his eyes flew down to it.

He’d been feeling what could only be described as gentle flutters right behind his navel for the past couple weeks, but since he wasn’t sure if it was the baby or not, he’d kept his mouth shut. But apparently he’d been feeling their baby kicking all along, and that was what had woken him up, as he’d just gotten a pretty strong kick to the front of his belly, right beneath his hand.

“Mmm, what’s wrong, mio deviante?” Andy groaned, rolling over toward him.

“It’s nothing; I’m fine, mio profeta,” he answered. “Well, it’s not nothing, but you don’t have to be awake just yet.”

“What is it?” He was more alert now.

“I felt the baby’s first kick!” Ash answered excitedly. “I thought I’d felt the little rascal moving for the past couple weeks, but I just got a pretty strong kick.”

“Really? I wonder how long it’ll be till I can feel it moving,” he said thoughtfully.

“I don’t know, but it seems to enjoy your presence,” he said, giggling. Somehow the baby’s movements managed to tickle him.

“And how do you figure that?”

“Because it’ll kick a little when you’re around, but gets really wound up when you’re not. Unless I’m playing guitar or bass, and singing.”

“Mmm. More incentive to wanna drop out, then.” He grinned as he pulled him close for a kiss.

“No way. If I could get through that Hell, so can you.” He returned the gentle kiss, their torsos pressed together now. “You’re not dropping out just because the baby enjoys having you around.”

“Damn it,” Andy chuckled, his smile still a bit sleepy. “It was worth a try.”

“That it was, but a failure, nonetheless,” Ash said, grinning.

“Well, since we don’t have to be at the doctor’s office till eleven and it’s—” he glanced over at the clock by their bed “—six-thirty now, how ’bout we have a bit of fun?”

“What kinda fun are we talkin’ ’bout here?” They hadn’t had a chance to make love in quite a while, much to his hypersensitive libido’s displeasure.

“Mmm, I was thinking something that involved me showing how much I love you.” He caressed a path down his ribs to his hips, then reached around to gently stroke his morning wood.

“Mmm. Only if you’re thinking what I’m thinking.”

Andy growled and smirked at him as he caressed his entire torso, eventually making his way around to his ass so he could gently squeeze it. Until and unless given permission, he was steering clear of his chest since he knew it was painful for him to touch it, and the last thing he wanted to do was cause his sweetheart pain. He was already in enough of that from carrying around the extra weight of their baby, and would be in more than enough when he went into labor; lovemaking wasn’t and never had been the place for pain.

He gently kissed a path down his throat, where he gently nipped and suckled his sweet spot. Ash couldn’t help the moan that rose from his throat, but neither of them wanted him to. His moans were so sweet and sexy that it was a wonder the girls he’d slept with in the past hadn’t spread the news around school and made more girls and even guys go after him.

Soon enough, though, he gently took his lover’s hand and placed it on his chest, which had filled out quite a bit more since his last doctor’s appointment. He used his own hand to show him the amount of pressure he could tolerate before it turned painful, which wasn’t much, but it was helpful, nonetheless. He now knew that, so long as he was careful and extremely gentle, he could still tease him like he’d done before he got pregnant. But even if he couldn’t, his body was hypersensitive from the hormones coursing through his veins, so any little touch felt much better than it had seventeen weeks ago.

“You like that, mio deviante?” he growled, gently flicking his tongue across one of his nipples.

“Mmm hmm,” Ash answered breathlessly. “You can actually suck on ’em, ya know. Just don’t be as rough as you normally would, mio profeta.”

“All right. Lemme know if I do get a bit too rough,” he agreed.

“You know I’m not one to keep silent if something hurts,” Ash chuckled, gasping as he gently latched onto his nipple.

It wasn’t long before he was moaning his pleasure again, his lover gently suckling on one nipple while pinching the other with his fingers. The fingers that weren’t working his nipple were slowly making their way down to the hard-on he had and lower, where they gently rubbed across his rosebud. Since he’d tightened up again since the last time they made love, he was going to have to stretch him out again.

As he gently pushed a single lubed finger against him, he grunted with the slight pain that came from the intrusion. It’d been easily a month, maybe more, since they’d been able to make love because of his morning sickness, and he hadn’t exactly kept himself stretched out. Andy was able to get two fingers in with quite a bit of ease, all things considered, just like he had the first time they made love, but getting a third in was a bit harder. He wondered if he’d be able to manage it without hurting his sweetheart, or worse yet, tearing him in a way that no one wanted to be torn.

Surprisingly, he was able to get a third finger in, but he knew it would take a condom and lots of lube to get his cock in. Ash was prepared for the pain, though, having known he’d tighten up again if they failed to make love for a while. He even had an idea that might make it easier, but he was finding making a sound other than a moan to be easier said than done. Eventually, he managed to get his lover to stop and let him catch his breath for a minute, and told him about his idea.

“Mio profeta, I was thinking about trying something different,” he said breathlessly.

“Oh? And what’s that, mio deviante?” Andy asked curiously.

Without saying another word, Ash moved to his hands and knees and rearranged their pillows so that there were two under his head and another under his belly for support.

“Hmm?” he hummed, somewhat confused.

“I figured we could try this position this time,” he said, his head turned so he could understand him. “I remember an ex-lover being looser this way when she demanded I shove a finger up her ass while we were going at it once.”

“Ah. You figure if she was looser in this position, then you will be, too,” he said, grinning.

“Well, it makes sense. An asshole’s an asshole, whether it’s on a male or female body.” He shrugged as best he could.

“All right, we can try it. Lemme know if I hurt you, though.” He nudged his condom-covered cock against his rosebud.

Ash held his breath and allowed his hips to rise higher, his legs pressed tightly together for once. His back was arched in what would normally be a very uncomfortable manner, both because he was purposely arching it and because the weight of his belly pulled it down slightly, even though it was supported by a pillow. This gave his lover easier access to him, and helped him see what he was doing so that he didn’t hurt him any more than they both knew he was going to.

He couldn’t help the soft hiss that slipped through his teeth as he gently pushed against him, although he soon pushed past his tight little rosebud. Inch by inch, he pushed himself further into him until he bottomed out, then held still with their bodies pressed together as he allowed him to adjust again. Andy wanted to make sure that this was pleasurable, not painful, and he’d wait as long as necessary to make sure of that.

It wasn’t long before his sweetheart pulled his hips away and pushed them back against him, effectively pulling him out about two or three inches as he humped the pillow underneath him. He gently pushed a hand under him and lifted his hips higher, telling him to draw his knees up toward his chest a bit more. He didn’t want his weight on the baby any more than it had to be, and it couldn’t possibly be very comfortable for his back, either. Ash did as told, groaning as he felt his lover press against his prostate as he readjusted, even though he hadn’t moved an inch as of yet. If he’d thought his body was hypersensitive before, he’d been crazy to think that; just that one stroke against his prostate made him feel like he’d explode any second.

Now that he was repositioned a bit with his lover supporting his hips and lower belly, the man in question began to gently move. The first stroke felt like Heaven to them both, even though neither one believed in such a thing, and they couldn’t help the moans that rose from them. It’d been far too long for their liking since they’d been joined in this most intimate of ways, and damned if they wouldn’t enjoy it before they had to leave for his doctor’s appointment. It might be one of the few times they actually got to do more than suck each other off before the baby was born, anyway.

“A-Andy!” he screamed a short while later.

“What is it, mio deviante? You want more?” Andy asked, his voice that low, sexy growl that he loved.

“I-I’m gonna c-cum!” Ash cried, his eyes flying open.

“Then cum for me, baby. Go ahead and do it,” his lover growled.

His eyes scrunched shut again and he bit down on the pillow under his head to muffle his scream since he knew it’d sound like he was being murdered if he didn’t.

“Ohhh, yeeaaahhhh,” he growled behind him, drawing out the word as he began to throb within him.

“Mmm,” he moaned softly, his body collapsing into the bed.

“Roll over, mio deviante, so you don’t hurt the baby.” He felt a hand on his arm and hip, guiding him to his side.

With a smile, he laid there panting while his lover disposed of the condom he’d used, feeling like he was on Cloud Nine from finally getting to make love again. Their baby was kicking even harder now than it was earlier when it woke him up, and he wasn’t sure if it was because it enjoyed their passion, or because it didn’t. Either way, it wouldn’t stop them from showing their love for one another any way they chose to.

Once the used condom was in the trash, Andy collapsed next to him in a sweaty heap of hair and limbs. He smiled at him as he drew him close, tilting his chin up so he could give him a gentle kiss. His left hand was splayed across his firm chest, his opposite arm on top of his lover’s but under his head. There were times that he wished he could look down at his left hand and see an engagement ring, or better yet, a gleaming wedding set, but he knew better than to push that boundary with his lover. And even if they felt comfortable enough to get to that point in their relationship, gay marriage was illegal in Ohio.

After a short while spent catching their breath, Ash looked over at the clock and realized it was just past eight. While it’d been a short, yet fun lovemaking, it’d taken up a bit of time since they only had about two, maybe two and a-half hours to shower, get dressed, and find something for breakfast. He grinned at his lover sheepishly as his stomach let out a loud growl, which caused him to chuckle, as he rose from their bed and headed to the bathroom. He knew that Andy would join him once he made the bed and laid out some clothes for them, although getting dressed was more of a challenge for him these days than it used to be. He was having a hard time finding skinny jeans that fit, considering how fast his waist was growing, but it was well worth it.

The warm water pouring over his body felt unbelievably good, especially on his aching back, and it drew a soft moan from him. He heard a soft chuckle from outside the shower just before the glass door slid open, so he knew his lover’d come to join him. Ash gave him a small smile, enjoying the slight massage the shower head gave him as the water poured over him, but moaned softly when that massage was strengthened by his lover’s hands. Anyone who said Andy wasn’t good at massages had never had one from him.

“Feeling better, mio deviante?” he asked a few minutes later.

“Mmm hmm. Gratzie, mio profeta,” he answered, straightening his spine. His lower back still ached a bit from the extra weight of his pregnancy, but not as bad as it had before.

“Glad to hear it,” he told him, lathering his shampoo through his hair. “I’ll make my shower quick and head downstairs to start breakfast. Take as long as ya want.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Ash protested. “I can make my own food.”

“I know you can, babe, but I get the feeling you’re gonna have a bit of a struggle getting your jeans on,” he chuckled, rinsing his hair out. “Might as well get yourself as relaxed as ya can so it’s not quite as hard. And that’ll eat up time.”

“True enough,” he agreed reluctantly. “Just make sure there’s bacon and blueberries somewhere in there.”

“Having a craving, are we?” Andy chuckled, lowering his head to kiss him.

“Yeah, a bit,” he admitted sheepishly, blushing. “I mean, we both know I like bacon, but blueberries? I’ve never liked ’em before.”

“Exactly. Your fruit of choice is usually something like mangos.”

“My favorite is pear, actually.”

“Ya don’t say? Well, I’ll remember that for when you’re not pregnant since the fruit of choice is currently blueberries.”

“Works for me. Now move so I can get showered.”

His lover chuckled as he got out of the shower altogether, having quickly washed up while they were standing there talking after he massaged his back. Once he was dried off, Andy grabbed the clothes he’d brought into the bathroom with him and wormed his way into them, as they were some of the tighter garments he owned, then quickly straightened his hair. After it was straightened and styled the way he wanted it, he made quick work of putting on his eyeliner before heading out into the hall.

Ash sighed softly as he lathered up his own hair. The scent of his lover’s Axe Dark Temptation lingered in the air, mingling with his Herbal Essences Tousle Me Softly. The differing scents of chocolate and violet would normally make him cringe, but for some reason now that he was pregnant, he actually enjoyed it. Apparently his olfactory sense was on the fritz because of the hormones messing with his mind.

When he’d finished showering and the water began to get cold, he quickly got out and grabbed his towels. Having long hair could be a bitch sometimes since he normally had to use two towels on kind of how much water his hair soaked up and retained, but he couldn’t stand short hair. Once it was wrapped up on top of his head turban-style, he made short work of drying off his body, which was a bit harder than it used to be due to his baby bump, but he managed. Now that he was dried off, he realized that getting dressed would be the real challenge, and he’d be lucky if he didn’t have to call Andy up here and get him to help.

He sighed as he headed back to their bedroom, his towel wrapped around his expanding waist, so he could make an attempt before having to break down and get his lover’s help. Their baby kicked merrily the entire time, which brought a smile to his face since he knew it was alive and healthy. In their bedroom, he managed to get his boxers on, then wondered if he should even try skinny jeans today. Considering that it was his typical style and he wasn’t giving it up any sooner than he had to, Ash shrugged, sighed again, and grabbed the monstrosity that usually graced his lower half. He sat on the edge of the bed to avoid losing his balance and falling, and surprisingly, managed to get his legs in them.

“Oh, my Godsmack,” he groaned, the fly feeling entirely too tight when he finally got it closed. “This is gonna be one helluvan uncomfortable day if I actually go through with this.”

“You okay, mio deviante?” He turned to see Andy standing in the doorway of their room, a concerned look on his face.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say my crotch gained a few inches,” he said, trying to tug his jeans down.

“Yeah, those jeans look entirely too tight on you,” he agreed, grimacing. “And I’m not talking around your belly and waist, either.”

“Fuck this. If I try to sit down, I’m either gonna rip my jeans, or my nutsac,” Ash groaned.

“You want some help getting them back off?” his lover asked, straightening his posture.

“Yeah, that’d be great. I can’t fuckin’ breathe in these things!” he answered, slumping backward slightly when he got the fly undone.

“All right, lift your hips for me.” He did as told and allowed his lover to pull the jeans back down his legs. “All right, now lift your legs.”

“Ugh. I guess this means I’m stuck wearing gym shorts and sweats sooner than I thought.” He lay on the bed for a minute to catch his breath.

“Well, I don’t think either of us expected your junk to grow, too,” he chuckled. “But at least we ran into this problem sooner rather than later.”

“True enough, mio profeta. Maybe we can go shopping for maternity clothes before we come back.”

“Other than gym shorts and sweats, I think that’s gonna be your only option, mio deviante.”

Once he’d caught his breath, Andy tossed him a pair of gym shorts to wear since it was about seventy outside. That, and ever since he got pregnant, it seemed like he couldn’t regulate his body temperature as well because it always seemed like he was too hot or too cold. On a day like today where it felt perfect to most people, it might end up feeling way too hot to him if he wore sweats and did a lot of walking around, and he didn’t want him to overheat or anything.

Ash pulled the gym shorts up his legs, gently settling the waistband beneath where the curve of his belly started, using his lover as a balance beam, of sorts, the entire time. It sucked that he couldn’t find his center of balance like he used to, or that once he did, he lost his balance so much easier, but he’d known it was coming. That just made him wonder what trying to balance with a watermelon toward the end of his pregnancy would be like. He was just thankful that said watermelon would grow steadily over time, rather than just appear on his midsection out of nowhere or overnight.

Surprisingly since they were a pair of the biggest gym shorts he owned, they were a bit too tight in the waist, and if he hadn’t kept the waistband pulled lower than he normally would, they’d have tried to murder his balls like the skinny jeans did. Andy could tell that it was definitely time to start shopping for maternity clothes, even though he was a mere seventeen weeks, because this was ridiculous.

When he’d finally found clothes that fit decently well, which included an extremely loose wife beater, they grabbed keys, phones, and wallets, then headed out to their car. Yeah, it was a bit on the sporty side since it was a ’68 Shelby Mustang, but at least it was a bit of a tank and would be safe for the baby. Ash normally would’ve begged his lover to take the Fallen Angel, but since he could barely balance to get his clothes on, he didn’t want to take any chances with any of their health and safety. Besides, he had more of a back rest to use in the car, which helped with his aching back, than he did on the bike, and right now, he needed all the back support he could get.

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