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“Tired. Unbelievably tired.” Bill mumbled, his head resting against the window. He moaned when his skin made contact with the cool glass. What with his body basically on the fritz, he was sweltering even though it was January, the air conditioner was on, and he was only wearing a tank top, jean shorts, and converse. He hated flip flops. They made his toes feel funny.

“You slept for twelve hours, Bill.” Strify replied, glancing at Bill just before the light turned green.

“Felt more like two.” he replied.

“After your appointment we can grab lunch, and then I'll take you home so you can nap, okay?”

Bill smiled and nodded, stroking the side of his stomach as his babies floated inside of him. He had another appointment with Dr. Phillips, and was eager to get another picture of his sons.

“Ugh. I probably gained like twenty pounds.” he groaned, scrunching his nose up in disgust, but Strify couldn't help but notice how cute the gesture was.

“Five. Ten at the most. Besides, you're kind of supposed to gain weight when two tiny humans are growing inside of you.”

“Meh.”

“That's not a word.”

Bill rolled his eyes, and stuck out his tongue, pulling the black stud between his teeth. Strify tried his best not to notice, but obvious thoughts ran through his head at the sight.

~

“Bill, it's good to see you again! Winter break went by pretty quickly, didn't it?” Dr. Phillips smiled as Bill came into the examination room. Strify was right behind him. “Are you Yu by any chance?” she asked.

“Wow...that's a tongue twister...No. I'm Strify.” the half blonde replied, shaking hands with the doctor.

“Nice to meet you. But we normally only allow family back here.”

Bill grabbed Strify's hand and squeezed it immediately. “He's my boyfriend. My mom couldn't make it, and my dad hates hospitals more than I do.” he stated.

“Boyfriend?” she asked, quirking a brow. Though the look faded into a smirk not a moment later, making Bill blush. She gestured to the set of chairs against the wall, which Bill and Strify sat in quickly. “Well then, this may take longer than expected.”

Bill's brows furrowed. “Why? Is something wrong?”

“Not at all. I'll just ask you basic questions again, get your weight, do an ultrasound, give you a refill of your vitamins, and just give some advice.”

“Okay.”

“So how has the sickness been?”

“Better. I've still been nauseous, but I haven't thrown up in few days.”

“That's great! I expect cravings and restroom breaks are just as frequent as last time?”

Bill nodded.

“I see your breasts are definitely developing well.”

“Yeah...you said they wouldn't get bigger than a B-cup, and they're still getting bigger...” Bill replied, pursing his lips.

“That's normal. The rate of swelling varies. But the fact that you're having twins, adds to it. You'll need to supply more milk, so they'll be more swelling. If they're sore, I would suggest a tender massage. And after delivery if the swelling becomes too painful, buy a breast pump. It'll pump some of the breast milk out, which will reduce the swelling. Also you can bottle it and store it in the refrigerator so if it's inconvenient to breast feed, you can use a bottle.”

Bill scowled when he thought of them hurting even more.

Dr. Phillips laughed. “I know. No fun. But...in all seriousness...” she trailed off. “I suppose it's good your parents didn't come.”

“Why?”

“Because you wouldn't want to discuss what we're about to discuss in front of them.” she smiled, only getting two very confused looks from the teens.

“And what would that be?”

Dr. Phillips turned on her spinny stool and crossed her legs. “How long have you two been dating?” she asked.

“Six weeks. Give or take.” Strify replied.

“And exactly what's the...status of your relationship?”

“Status?” the couple chorused, looking at each other in confusion.

“Well...are you still in the holding hands, peck on the cheek stage, or have you skipped to full on sexual intercourse?”

Both boy's faces lit up, and their pupils became large.

“Ah.” she nodded. “Full on intercourse.”

“NO!” they both shouted.

“No where near that far!” Strify exclaimed. Bill shook his head in agreement, wanting to curl up and disappear.

The Doctor couldn't help but giggle at their embarrassment. They were too cute. “Okay, okay. That's just something I needed to ask. Would you mind telling me how far it has gotten? Every action can be vital for a healthy pregnancy.”

“Just...touching...” Bill whispered, cheeks on fire.

“Well touching as you put it, is fine. What with your excessive hormone secretion, I would actually recommend more frequent masturbation.”

“Why did I bring you again?” Bill asked, looking at Strify in utter embarrassment.

“Because you're stomach's to big for you to drive. Plus you don't have a license. And you hate hospitals.”

“Shut up.”

“Anyway...I would suggest not having sex during Bill's pregnancy, in the case that you two feel the need to take a step up in your relationship. When dealing with male pregnancies, everything is more sensitive. Even if Strify were to be very gentle, it could still cause complications. Fingers are just fine. They won't cause any harm, but I would advise not to go any further.”

“...yeah, you're are so not coming next time.” Bill muttered. Strify couldn't help but chuckle.

“Alright, so how has your stress level been? Have you still been having those pains?”

“No. It's been better. I've been trying to ignore stuff like that.”

“Okay...just don't ignore something that's important. It'll only cause trouble. Now...how about that ultrasound?”

~

“Hey, Bill?” Strify asked. He and Bill were sitting in the back seat of the car, eating ice cream as they listened to the radio playing random songs from who-knows-when.

“Hm?” Bill asked, raising his eyebrows as he licked the vanilla ice cream off of his bottom lip.

“What happened when Yu came over?”

Bill's body stiffened. “How did you know-”

“You're dad called and told me not to let Yu around you if I'm with you. Why does Gordon suddenly hate him?”

“He's always hated him.” Bill smiled, but frowned when he didn't receive one back.

“You know what I mean, Bill.”

“...he brought me peanut butter.”

“Peanut butter?” Strify asked in confusion.

“The babies wanted it.” he replied. “And we went to my room and talked.”

“About?”

“Stuff.” he shrugged.

“Bill.”

“...he's moving.”

Strify's brows furrowed when he saw sadness cloud over his boyfriend's face. “Where and when?”

“College. Mid April. He's won't be here.” Bill explained, brushing crumbs from the ice cream cone off of his stomach.

“Bill...I...I'm so sorry. Want me to talk to him?”

Bill shook his head and threw his ice cream out the window. He'd lost his appetite. “There's no point. Andi was right. He's just...paying me off so he won't feel guilty when he leaves. He has his life all planned out. And apparently mine too.”

“You plan out your own life, Bill. No one can tell you what to do with yourself.” Strify replied.

“Yeah?” Bill scoffed. “What do you know? You're not the pregnant whore.” the last sentence was whispered, but hearing it made Strify's heart crack. He wanted Bill to see that that wasn't true. But the teen had heard so many times, that he actually begun to believe it.

Strify tucked a piece of hair behind Bill's ear and looked him dead in the eyes. “And neither are you. Don't believe a word those bastards at school say. You're beautiful, and smart, and funny, and loving. You're gonna be a great mom whether it's Yu or me helping you. Don't ever call yourself something you're not.”

“...I don't deserve someone as nice as you, Strify.” he admitted. Strify smiled and pecked Bill's plush lips.

“You deserve someone twice as good as me. But not three times. That's just flashy.”

Bill cracked a smile, trying to hide the giggle as he let out with a small cough. “You know...I think you deserve something too.”

Strify quirked a brow, but smirked and decided to play along. “Oh really? And what do I deserve?”

Bill smiled in response, and bit his lip cutely. His hand reached forward and landed between Strify's thighs, surprising the half blonde.

“What are you doing?”

“I'm...” he paused, letting his finger tips stroke the growing hardness concealed in Strify's jeans. “...returning my Christmas gift.”

“You didn't like it?”

“Loved it. But...you need a nice present too.” he smiled, popping open the button and dragging the silver zipper down.

“Wait.” Strify stated, grabbing Bill's wrist.

“What?”

“You don't have to. I didn't expect anything back.”

Bill smiled and kissed Strify. “I want to.” he whispered. His fingers slipped into Strify's briefs, finding something very hard, and very hot waiting for him. Strify let out a gasp as Bill's cold hand wrapped itself around his length, the feeling jolting through his body.

Bill pulled out Strify's penis, licking his lips at the site. Red, throbbing...begging for attention. Strify was big. Not as big as Yu...but still, far above the average of most men.

Strify opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, his jaw fell open, feeling extreme heat around his manhood. He looked down and moaned. Bill was sucking his cock. And damn he looked hot doing it.

“Bill. Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill.” Strify chanted, eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head when Bill began putting his tongue piercing to use.

Bill hummed at the praise, the vibrations making Strify buck his hips. Bill didn't mind. He'd lost his gag reflex long ago. He swirled his tongue around the salty treat, nose buried in Strify's shaven, or perhaps waxed skin, where a bush of hair should have been.

He looked up, big, innocent doe eyes staring up at Strify, internally smirking at the faces of pleasure he was making. He saw the way Strify's hands were clenching to the backs of the seats desperately, a drop of sweat trickling down his neck, and the windows fogging up.

He decided he needed to finish up before anybody saw them...or heard Strify's moans. He clenched his throat muscles, making Strify's eyes shoot open as he gasped. But once he gently dragged his teeth down Strify's length, it was over. Strify came with a shout, ropes of cum splashing against Bill's throat.

Bill was quick to to pull off, most of Strify's load erupting onto Bill's shirt, but the fair amount he got in his mouth, he knew he shouldn't swallow. He turned around and spat what was in his mouth, out of the window, and turned back to Strify, who looked like he was barely conscious.

He grinned, swiped off what little cum was left on Strify's penis, and tucked it safely back into his skinny jeans. “Good?” he asked, gently touching Strify's chest.

“...damn.” was all he could say. He was still coming down from his high, but managed to sit up and smile at Bill.

Bill giggled, then looked down at his shirt. It was noticeable. Too noticeable. He tugged off the tank top and crumpled it up into a ball, tucking it by his feet so he could sneak it into the washer later. He turned to Strify. “Any chance you have another shirt?” he asked.

Strify smiled, laughing at Bill's sudden innocence. He looked more than sexy. The B-cups showing off in the very thin, black bra he was wearing, only complemented his growing stomach. He reached into the trunk and handed Bill a jacket.

“Ugh. Are you trying to give me heatstroke?” he groaned, slipping his arms into the sleeves, not bothering to zip it up.

Strify chuckled, and pulled his boyfriend into his arms, kissing the top of his head. “That was great.” he whispered, kissing the shell of Bill's ear.

“I know.” Bill said proudly.

“Uh...eh hem?”

Bill and Strify looked towards the sound, eyes going wide when they saw someone standing outside the open window, cum all over their stomach. “Oh shit...” Bill whispered.

“Just for the record...you'll be the one explaining these stains to Andreas.”

“...Tom?”

The man outside bend down, leaning on his elbows on the window seal to show that it was indeed Tom.

Bill's face lit up violently, before he buried his face into Strify's chest, groaning in embarrassment. “Tom, what are you doing here?” he mumbled.

“I recognized Strify's car, and came over. Seems like I'm not the only one.” Tom replied, smirking and lapping at his lip ring.

“Ugh. You're worse than Andi!”

“Speaking of Andi...what's his favorite flower?”

“...white roses. Same as me. Why?”

“Taking him out tonight. Completely lost.”

“Just take him to a club. He has a fake ID, and strobe lights make him horny.” Bill shrugged.

“...I will never understand that boy...” Tom replied.

“That makes three of us.” Strify stated.

“Right...well...thanks. See you later, and you owe me a new shirt.”

“Wait...how much did you see?” Bill asked, but Tom simply walked away. “Tom? TOM!”

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