Like Birds of a Feather

(It's all good!)

Jimmy sighed, flicking his cigarette butt into a nearby grass bag. He knew Matt was right, that it was highly unlikely that Zack was like Brian, but he couldn’t get the thought out of his head. “How do I approach a subject like that, though? I can’t just blurt it out. ‘Oh, hey Zack. Would you mind going to the doctors to check that you don’t have a uterus.’ He’d freak out, which would make me freak out, too.”

Mat rolled his eyes, blowing out smoke hoops. “You don’t say it quite like that, Jim. But you do have to talk to him. He’s hurting, man. He thinks that you don’t want him anymore.”

Jimmy frowned. “He does? Did he say something to you?”

“He may have mentioned it earlier, yes.” Matt held his hands up in surrender, cutting Jimmy off before he could start rambling. “Don’t be mad at him, the guy was bursting to tell someone. Just go home, have a nice dinner, maybe curl up on the couch and just ask him what he thinks about kids. Then you can lead off from there.”

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Brian watched as Jimmy walked inside, smiling as the taller man bumped his fist against his shoulder. Taking that as a good sign, he walked out to where his boyfriend was still sat, legs dangling over the edge of the wall. He moved in between Matt's legs and took the cigarette that was perched between his fingers. "How'd it go, babe?" Brian asked, the puff of smoke billowing out afterwards.

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"Hey, no smoking, remember?" Taking the cigarette off Brian, Matt stubbed it out against the wall.

"I think they'll be fine, they just need to talk about a few things." Pulling Brian closer to him, he hung his arms around the guitarist's shoulders, mindful of the growing bump. "More importantly, how are you doing? My boy giving you any grief?"

"Boy?" Brian smirked.

Matt grinned. "Yeah, I got a feeling about it. My boy's gonna be awesome!"

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Brian chuckled and looked up at Matt, leaning against him and the wall, one hand rubbing small circles on his bump while the other was wrapped around Matt's waist. "I think he is a she. I can totally see you now with a cute little girl. Daddy's little princess." Brian's grin matched Matt's as they continued to think about their little one. "Doesn't matter if it's a boy or girl, if you love our baby a fifth of your love for me, then they'll be the most loved kid ever."

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“Without a doubt, babe.” Pulling Brian closer to him, Matt kissed the top of his head and rested his chin on top of the guitarist’s shoulder, smiling as he looked in through the window to see Jimmy and Zack talking. “I think those two are gonna be just fine. How about we give the studio a miss today and let them have the night to themselves, I’m sure we could think of something to occupy our time.”

Smirking, Matt's shirt was bunched up in Brian's fists as he looked up at him, "What, as in sex?" He grinned cheekily, his lip finding its way in between his teeth. Judging by the look on his face, Brian knew that was exactly what Matt had in mind. Brian's face was flushed as Matt smirked down at him. "Dinner first?"

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Matt smirked, pursing his lips. "You know me too well, babe." Unclenching Brian's fists, he took the guitarist's hands and slipped them under his shirt, growling softly in his throat as he felt warm hands smooth across his skin. He grinned, rubbing his nose against Brian's before kissing the other. "Or we could go straight to dessert?"

Brian chuckled as his teeth caught Matt's lip gently, pulling ever-so lightly. "I like that idea. You're gonna have to carry me though, Mr. Muscles." Brian murmured, leaning up on his toes to press his lips against Matt's harder, bringing Matt closer to him, his hands smoothing over the planes of hard, defined muscle that made up Matt's abs. "I fucking love how fit you are."

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Matt’s breath hitched at the contact on his stomach, his muscles tensing. “I think I can do that, mommy.” Grinning at the nickname, he took Brian’s hands from under his shirt and jumped down off the wall, ready to put his muscles to good use. Bending at the knees, he scooped Brian up in his arms, bridal style, and walked them both inside the house. They were met with both Papa and Suzy, dancing around the kitchen as they cooked. Matt set Brian down onto his feet and peeked over Suzy’s shoulder at the meal she was preparing. “We might have to put sex on hold for a bit,” he murmured quietly in Brian’s ear, “this food looks amazing!”

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Brian rolled his eyes at the suggestion and pouted, looking over at Matt. Sighing as his boyfriend took a place at the table, Brian grumbled under his breath and sat down next to him. Ever so slightly, Brian rested his hand against Matt's thigh and squeezed gently, "Your wish is my command, baby." Brian agreed, tracing the seam on the thigh of Matt's jeans. Smiling sweetly at Suzy, he accepted the boat of gravy that was handed to him.

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Matt watched Brian like a hawk, sitting at the dinner table with the rest of his family. He could feel the guitarist’s hand inching closer and closer to his crotch, his temperature rising. “Bri, what are you doing?” He hissed, his voice just above a whisper.

The sly grin on Brian’s face told him that he was in for a very long, very tense evening dinner.

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Brian smirked slightly as he begun to massage his palm against Matt's thigh, his fingers grazing over his crotch. "You know I love you, babe," Brian whispered back, tilting back his head to look up at Matt. Brian moved his hand over and started to palm Matt's crotch. His eyebrow lifted at Matt's expression, it was pleasurable to see his boyfriend straining to keep the others from noticing.

"Matty?" McKenna spoke up, her legs swinging as he sat on the chair, "What's up?"

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“Holy shit, what? Oh, nothing, Mac. Just hungry.” He prayed that Brian’s parents didn’t catch on to what their son was doing, that would be embarrassing. Clenching his jaw, he glared at Brian out of the corner of his eye, silently pleading with the guitarist to stop the torture. But the lead just smiled sweetly back, smirking.

Matt was going to kill him.

He tried to regulate his breathing, chewing on the inside of his cheek to stop himself moaning. It was near impossible, though, Brian was practically jacking him off through his pants. He coughed, leaning back in his chair to try and move Brian’s hand from his dick but the guitarist just carried on, moving his hand quicker. Tingles started to shoot up and down the singer’s legs, his toes curling in his shoes. Great, Matt thought, I’m actually going to come in my pants at the dinner table!

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Brian swallowed the urge to laugh out loud as Matt continued to strain to refrain from showing any signs that there was anything going on under the table, and of course he kept on moving his hand quicker. Brian had skilfully manoeuvred his hand into Matt's pants and he had a quite firm grip around Matt's dick. He could feel the singer grow in his hand, and as Matt grew more aroused, his facial expressions slowly grew more contorted.

"Matt, sweetie, you okay?" Suzy asked Matt, concern clouded her expression as her eyes expressed her worry. Her body leant forward slightly.

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Matt's eyes widened as Suzy leaned closer to him, coughing loudly to keep her away. "I'm fine." His voice went up an octave or two, just as Brian squeezed him, Matt's face getting redder and redder.

"Maybe you should go and take a lie down?" Ever the mother, Suzy reached across the table to pat his arm. He couldn't get up, even if he wanted to, the size of the bulge in his pants was big enough to house a small family under.

Taking deep breaths, he smiled, "I'm okay, really." Glancing at Brian out of the corner of his eye, he narrowed them, to slits. "I hope you know I'm getting you back for this," he hissed, trying hard not to thrust up into the guitarist's hand.

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Brian was trying hard to keep from smirking, now more than ever. Matt was an orgasm away from moaning out loud, he could feel Matt's muscles constrict as he stopped himself from giving anything away than he already had. The self control that was being exercised was truly something else, Brian was trying hard not to get hard himself as he palmed Matt's cock. Chuckling gently at the threat, Brian whispered back, "Looking forward to it, baby."

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After coming in his pants like a teenager, Matt had forcibly removed a snickering Brian from the dinner table and dragged him upstairs, the blush on his face enough to light up a small room. "Gonna eat you out for hours and not let you come, for that," he whispered in the guitarist's ear as they trudged up the stairs. He smirked at the choked off gasp he heard, slapping Brian on the ass as they rounded the corner to his room.

No sooner had Matt closed the door, Brian was on all fours, wiggling his ass and eyebrows in time with each other as Matt palmed his growing cock. "You're so getting it!" He grinned, almost manically as he stalked towards the bed and gripped Brian's hips with bruising force.

(I did it! )

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Brian moaned at the rough contact, the force of Matt's hands going straight to his groin. Matt slapped Brian's ass as he pulled down the grey sweatpants, tossing them over his shoulder to a corner someplace. Brian buried his head in the pillows, moans and low groans muffled as Matt started to tongue his ass over his boxers. "C'mon, Matt.. fuck!" Brian gasped at the coolness of Matt's fingers against his hot skin.

"Patience, baby," Matt smirked, biting one of Brian's cheeks as his finger ran blindly over where he assumed the marks to be. Brian's head turned and a pout had formed on his thin lips; he hated to be kept waiting. If he wanted something, he was to have it sooner rather than later. Matt knew that, yet, there he was, dragging out Brian's pleasure as if he was playing golf leisurely.

Brian's retort got drowned out through his own moans as Matt lifted his hips higher, biting every so often before peeling Brian's damp boxers off of him. Brian smirked wide at the feeling of Matt's hands smoothing over his sensitive skin.

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A few months had passed and Brian was getting bigger and bigger. Matt loved it. He was seriously considering documenting every single movement, but the guitarist was getting more and more pissed off as the days went by. Matt was in danger of developing a kink for pregnant Brian, the way his swollen belly looked in the early morning, turned Matt on to no end. He couldn't help but rub the taut skin, his fingers lingering just a little too long each time.

But with the beautifully glowing Brian, came the snark and the biting comments. His babe was seriously pissed off.

(sorry, I couldn't think of anything else to write )