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Robert took one last look at what would soon be his old apartment. Ever since they found out he was pregnant he had been spending most of his time at Flambae’s condo. The pyrotechnic insisted that he sleep in an actual bed and eat actual food. Not that Robert was complaining, free food was always a plus. Unfortunately the room and board wasn’t free as he was still paying rent for his tiny sad apartment (as much of the Z team had put it). To his surprise it was actually Flambae that suggested they start living together. About a week ago they had been eating dinner together at Flambae’s condo. It had been a hardy stew made with chickpeas and spinach. Flambae had bought a whole cookbook full of nutritional recipes that were good for pregnancy. Robert hadn’t been one for health food but Flambae’s cooking made damn near everything taste good. While Robert had been enjoying the stew with gusto he noticed that Flambae seemed to be far away.
“You not hungry?” Robert had asked.
This seemed to snap Flambae out of his thoughts and he shook his head. “No, it’s not that.” Flambae was deep in thought for a moment longer. “Do you like being here?”
Robert was a bit surprised at this question. As far as he knew he’d shown no indication of disliking (kind of) living with Flambae. He got to sleep in an actual bed with clean sheets and Beef had more room to run about. At first Flambae had been trepidatious about having a fat chihuahua roaming free in his condo but he had been slowly warming up to the pooch. Beef was very good about letting them know when he needed to use the bathroom and even Flambae would take him on short walks so he could do his business.
“Actually, yeah. It’s nice here.” Robert answered. “Why are you asking?”
Flambae hesitated for a moment and looked down at his stew. “How would you feel about….” He mumbled something.
Robert gave him a curious look. “How would I feel about what?”
Flambae was being unusually bashful. This was far from the brazenly confident man he knows. What the hell was going on with him?
Eventually Flambae seemed to pull himself together enough to get his question out. “How would you feel about moving in with me?”
Robert had to pause to fully process what Flambae said. Did he hear him right?
“You want me to live with you?”
Flambae grumbled a bit. “Don’t sound so surprised. It just makes more sense logistically. I actually have an extra room for a nursery and you basically live here anyways.”
That much was true. He only really went back to his apartment to grab more clothes. He spent most of his nights (all of them, really) in the spare room at the condo. In truth he didn’t have much of a desire to return to his old place. It wasn’t the best neighborhood and he barely had enough room for himself let alone a whole ass baby. Besides, they agreed early on that they would co-parent this child even though they weren’t together.
“Ok, but if the spare room is gonna be the nursery then where am I gonna stay?” Robert asked.
Flambae thought for a moment. “You’ll stay in my room. I’ll sleep in the living room until I can find you a place nearby.”
“There is no way in hell I can afford an apartment in this area.”
He could barely afford his own place.
“Are you not hearing me, dickweed?” Flambae said harshly. He seemed to mentally kick himself before softening his tone. “I’ll pay for an apartment for you. I’ll even buy you out of your current lease. Consider it part of my child support payment.”
They had no formal agreement on child support. They weren’t bitter exes or warring baby daddies so they felt no need to take this to court. Flambae agreed to pay for anything Robert needed for the child in exchange for being in their lives. In truth Robert had no intention of barring Flambae from their child but this was how the pyrotechnic justified everything to himself. In spite of his initial acceptance of the pregnancy he was still coming to grips with the whole thing. Flambae had only ever been with cisgender men before he slept with Robert. A surprise pregnancy wasn’t exactly part of his vocabulary. Still, he was taking responsibility and making sure Robert was fed and clothed. They both still worked but since the team found out they’ve been less of a pain in the ass to their dispatcher.
These events led up to Robert taking the final box of his belongings out of his apartment and down to the moving truck. Flambae and Chase had done most of the heavy lifting leaving Robert to carry only the lightest of boxes. They were both waiting for him by the back of the truck as he finished descending the final stairs of his old apartment building. Even though he was perfectly capable of carrying a few boxes Flambae still ran over to him to load the final box into the truck. It was their day off so Chad was in some casual wear that consisted of a black Adidas track suit.
“Did I forget to tell you that you look like a Balkan dad in that outfit?” Robert said as they climbed into the truck.
Flambae rolled his eyes. “No, this is only the fifth time you’ve mentioned it this morning.”
Chase gave him a sly laugh. “He got your ass together though. Lookin’ like a whole motherfucker called Marko.”
Flambae flipped Chase off from the passenger seat. “Fuck off, old man.”
Instead of being offended Chase only laughed more. “Whatever you say, passenger princess.”
Robert was sat between Chase and Flambae in the truck. Chase was driving as he was apparently the only one who knew how to drive a truck of this caliber. Driving through LA was a bitch and a half so Flambae had brought his CD’s as well as drinks and snacks. The first CD to be popped in was Beyoncé’s “Lemonade” which was an odd choice all things considered. Flambae swore up and down that the album was about forgiveness but the only thing Robert could focus on was Queen B cussing out her cheating husband.
Unfortunately they chose the worst time to drive as traffic was so heavy it was at a near standstill. They were already on their third CD and they were only halfway to the condo. Luckily they had air conditioning and plenty of water but good god was Robert getting bored. Well, mostly bored. It was hard to ignore the fact that Flambae had put his arm around his shoulder (all in the name of safety). It seemed like these days they were having more moments of what Robert called almost intimacy. A hand on his hip as they crossed the road, a chin resting on his shoulder when they were reading baby books, or a gentle caress as Flambae wiped stray food from his mouth. At first it was awkward but lately for Robert they became frustrating in an unfortunate way.
Once his morning sickness had passed his hormones had shifted to something else; something dangerous. It was like puberty all over again minus the acne. Other than being more emotional he was just so goddamn horny. His pussy would get wet for literally no reason but when Flambae touched him? It took everything in his power to not just jump Chad’s bones as soon as they got home from work. It was especially challenging at night when he would get so worked up he couldn’t sleep without masturbating. Some nights he was tempted to climb into Flambae’s bed and demand that he let him ride him until he was satisfied. While Flambae had enjoyed their night together that led them to this Robert had no idea if he was down for sex. Besides, sex would just complicate things further.
Chase lightly banged his head against the wheel. “Fuck me sideways, this shit sucks!”
Flambae looked up from his phone to glance at Chase. “Hey, you were the one who offered to drive. We could’ve hired a moving company.”
“I ain’t trusting no goddamn moving company with Robert’s shit! They always break stuff.”
Not that there was much to break, Robert thought to himself. It was mostly tools and boxes of schematics that weren’t taken to SDN. Still, Chase insisted that he was perfectly capable of moving Robert’s stuff all by himself. Robert had to convince him to let Flambae help and at least let him oversee the moving of his own belongings.
Robert felt his stomach rumble and before he could say anything Flambae was already pulling out their snack bag. He pulled out a small container of nuts with dried berries and cheese. Robert thanked him as he took a piece of cheese and popped it into his mouth. God, but even the snacks Flambae made were delicious. He didn’t even miss his old junk food diet.
“Pass me some of that, will ya?” Chase said. “I’m hungry as a mother fucker.”
Robert had intended to share some of his food with Chase but before he could Flambae quickly him passed a new container. It was hard to miss the way Flambae pulled Robert closer to him. One could say it made it easier to pass the food to Chase but Robert knew better.
To say Flambae had become possessive of Robert was a bit of an understatement. Flambae insisted he was just looking out for him and their child but Robert saw the glares he threw others when he thought he wasn’t looking. Even Royd could barely get some time in with him before Flambae would appear beside him with an arm around his shoulders. Perhaps it was just a quirk of a father-to-be. Was Robert possessive of Flambae? Maybe a little. He was even more proud of the pyrotechnics successes and took comfort in his presence.
After another hour they finally arrived back at Flambae’s condo. Or, rather, their condo. Like Flambae had said, he’d basically been living with Flambae the past few months but now it was official. He already submitted a change of address form to all the necessary facilities and his lease was bought out so there was no going back. Robert attempted to help bring the boxes up but neither Chase nor Flambae would let him. He settled for unpacking his belongings in what was now his room. At least it was his room for the time being. He had just hit the five month mark so they would have to begin setting it up as a nursery soon.
They learned they were having a little girl. Robert still remembered the amazed look Flambae had looking at the sonogram of their child. Knowing what they were having made this whole baby situation more real. They agreed that after Robert was fully moved in they would send out a gift registry to their friends and start looking at furniture. Luckily they wouldn’t need much as Flambae’s sister was more than willing to give them her daughter’s handmedowns.
Once he was done unpacking Flambae started making them dinner. Robert invited Chase to join them but he took one look at what was being made and passed. Flambae was making stuffed acorn squash with grilled salmon on the side. Chad worked best by himself so Robert sat at the table reading a baby book. This book covered the first few months of an infants life. As he read he absentmindedly rested his free hand on his stomach. On the occasion he looked up from his book he would see Flambae watching him intently. When they made eye contact Flambae blushed and quickly went back to preparing dinner. This happened a few times before Robert grew curious enough to say something.
“What’s up?” He asked.
“Hm?” Flambae said without looking back.
“You keep looking at me funny.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He still wasn’t looking at him.
Robert could very well leave him be but he felt the need to push. If they were gonna be living together they were going to have to be more honest with each other.
“Dude, we’ve made eye contact like four times. I’m not mad about it I’m just curious.”
Flambae sighed and paused in his cutting of the onions. “It’s nothing you have to worry about.”
This only intrigued Robert more. “Maybe I want to worry about it.”
“You shouldn’t. It’s not good for you.”
“You’re not mad at me, are you?”
This time Flambae turned around to look at Robert. “I’m not mad at you. The opposite, in fact.” He thought for a moment before shaking his head. “Forget about it.”
Robert was so intrigued he put his book down. “Wait, what do you mean ‘the opposite’? What’s even the opposite of angry?”
Flambae blushed further and growled deep in his throat. “Look, I’m not trying to push you into anything. You’re already having my kid and it doesn’t help that every time I see your bump I think of that night and—!”
Flambae suddenly froze and covered his mouth like he had been spitting poison. Had Robert heard him correctly? To test it he placed his hand on his bump again. When he saw Flambae’s heightened interest he took it a step further and slowly moved his hand down his stomach. Flambae’s head actually began to steam before he quickly looked away, his ears bright red.
“Chad…” Robert got up from his seat and slowly approached Flambae. He placed a hand on his shoulder and turned him so that they were facing each other. Flambae didn’t fight him, his eyes flitting down to Robert’s stomach. “Does this turn you on?”
He took Flambae’s hand in his and gently placed it on his bump. He could feel Flambae heating up as his pupils dilated.
“What if I said yes?” Flambae said, his voice low. “That every time I touch you or you touch yourself I think of how this came to be. What if I told you I’m plagued with memories of that night even in my dreams? That I can’t stand it when someone else touches you because it’s my child you’re carrying?”
Robert felt his own cheeks flush. He hadn’t known the extent to which Flambae thought of the night their child was conceived with such…passion. He’d heard that men can get possessive of their pregnant partners but for the very pregnancy itself to turn Flambae on? He wouldn’t have expected that out of the pyrotechnic. The thing is that he could feel himself becoming aroused under Flambae’s intense gaze. He was so pent up from all the hormones he didn’t care if Flambae bent him over the kitchen table right then and there. Maybe that’s what he wanted.
Robert looked in Flambae’s eyes as if to challenge him. “And what are you gonna do about it?”
Flambae held his stare before turning away from Robert. At first he was disappointed but once the stove was off Flambae quickly turned and pulled him into a burning kiss. Robert was quick to reciprocate, his body seemingly acting on its own. Flambae wasted no time in picking Robert up and carrying him to his bedroom. With much more gentleness than their first night together he placed Robert on his bed and began to strip. Robert stripped right along with him kicking his pants and underwear off like his life depended on it. Once Flambae was done undressing he helped Robert with his shirt. He only ever wore a binder outside the condo with how tender he’s become.
Flambae gently pushed him back so that he was lying against the pillows before he practically dove between Robert’s legs. He kissed Robert’s labia before licking and sucking on him like he was an oasis in the desert. Robert arched his back the best he could in this state, settling for wrapping his thighs around Flambae’s head. Unlike last time Flambae ate him out with confidence. He dipped his tongue deep into Robert before licking a broad stripe up to his engorged clit and sucking. Robert was sure the neighbors could hear him with the noises he was making. He had been so pent up that it didn’t take him long to come on Flambae’s tongue.
Flambae greedily drank up his fluids before continuing to eat him out with even more gusto. Robert wasn’t going to complain and was eager to see how far Flambae could take him. The next orgasm was even better than the last and had him whining from the stimulation. Had Robert not grabbed Flambae’s hair and pulled him up he might not have stopped until the sun came up. From his position he could see Flambae was painfully hard and attempted to reach for it.
“Do you want me to—?”
Flambae grabbed his hand to stop him. “Don’t worry about that. Which position would be best for you? I know we’re not supposed to this while you’re on your back.”
Even in his haze Robert still had the time to be impressed. “How’d you learn that?”
“Read it online. So?”
Robert gave him a cheeky smirk before shifting his body so that he was on his hands and needs. “Is this to your liking?”
He heard Flambae growl deep into his throat behind him. “I’m gonna fuck another baby into you, Bobert.”
Flambae teased the head of his cock at Robert’s soaked entrance. He almost told him to get a move on but was cut off when Flambae rubbed his clit as he entered him. He almost came from the penetration alone and was certainly close again. Flambae started at a slow pace, rubbing his clit in time with his thrusts. Fuck, but he almost forgot how big the other man was. The stretch was so good and from this position Flambae was hitting him in all the right places.
“You look so good taking me.” Flambae said, his voice low and primal. “I should set up a camera next time we fuck. You deserve to see how fucking hot you look right now. Pregnant with my child and taking my cock. Fuck, I could watch you like this all day.”
The praise was going straight to Robert’s pussy. He could feel his insides tingling and building to another orgasm. He dropped from his hands down to his elbows, the very top of his stomach grazing the bed sheets. Depending on how much bigger he got he may have to ride Flambae in the future. There was absolutely going to be future encounters of the sexual kind if sex with Flambae was like this every time.
Before he knew it his orgasm was hitting him like a freight train. He came so hard he felt something leak out of him as Flambae continued to thrust into him. He had no time to think of the sheets as Flambae groaned and picked up the pace. When Flambae finally stilled and spilled into him another smaller but still intense orgasm ripped through Robert. Flambae didn’t pull out right away, instead both of them taking a moment to just breathe. Once he did pull out he helped Robert to lay on his side before he disappeared into the bathroom. Robert risked a glance at the comforter and noticed a decent sized wet spot. He’d never squirted before but he supposed his pregnancy was changing his body in more ways than one.
Flambae returned with a wet cloth and a bottle of water. Robert thanked him as he took the bottle and let Flambae wipe him down.
“Gonna have to wash that.” Robert said about the comforter.
Flambae glanced at the wet spot and shrugged. “I’ll do that later.”
After washing up and finishing dinner they laid together on the couch watching TV. Flambae was laid on his back while he cradled Robert on top of him on his side. Robert wasn’t paying much attention to what was on the TV instead playing with some strands of Flambae’s hair while deep in thought. Their little escapade had made things much more complicated. Not that things weren’t complicated to begin with but the fact that they had sex again certainly added to everything.
“What are we?” Robert ended up asking.
Flambae hummed, carding his fingers through Robert’s hair. “What do you want us to be?”
Robert thought for a moment. “I don’t want to be in a situationship. Still not ready for marriage though.”
“You know there’s a thing that comes before marriage, right?”
“I’m aware. Are you ready to commit to that.” He paused. “Are we ready?”
Flambae shifted so that they were both sat up. Robert was still in Flambae’s lap as the other man cradled his head in his hands.
“I told you I’m going to be here for you. Both of you. If you want us to be more all you have to do is ask.” His eyes flickered down to Robert’s bump. “I know it’s not an ideal start but it’s ours.”
Robert took Flambae’s mutilated hand and thread their fingers together. His heart hurt a bit at the missing fingers but he couldn’t let that bother him now. “I think I could get used to calling you my boyfriend. You’re already my baby daddy.”
Flambae growled with a smirk and kissed Robert. “And don’t you forget it.”
They sat there exchanging soft kisses before they pressed their foreheads together.
“Can’t believe I fell for a fucking white boy.” Flambae joked.
“Oh, I’m not white. I’m actually half Japanese.”
Flambae’s expression was unreadable.
“WHAT?”