Author's Note: I've tried to make it realistic as a male pregnancy, so it's a bit uncomfortable here.

I've based Jack's hormonal situation on that of Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome, where the hormone imbalance can persuade your body that you're pregnant so you don't ovulate (six months without periods until I finally went to the doctor and found out what was wrong = bliss) /overshare. It's also how the Pill works, but (in my head) Jack's system is more sensitive to the hormone fluctuations, so his hormone levels are normally too high to get pregnant, and to let him get anyone else pregnant as a sort of insurance. His hormone levels are being monitored carefully, which isn't mentioned in the story, and this is pretty much their one chance to have a biological child, unless they go off-world or into the past ofr a while to let him detox fully.

In other news, I've set up a Facebook page for my fanfiction as a sub account, because it means that I can hide it from potential employers and from my parents and university, things like that. If you want to add it (or me in general) it's under Galadriel1010, of course, and I'm the one with a picture of a small child with a painted face and a pout.

Jack was on the sofa in the living room, securely propped by pillows and cushions and snuggled under the duvet from their bedroom, hugging a pillow to his chest miserably. Spring had come with bright flowers and baby birds, chocolate rabbits in gold foil and gradually warming weather; and Jack was indoors almost every day, often alone because Ianto had to keep an eye on things at the new Hub. Whilst male pregnancy was possible – and he and Concept were living proof of that – it would never be a pleasant experience for the carrier, even with medical facilities developed to cope with it. Trapped in the twenty-first century, treated as a loveable freak by the media and often abandoned by his husband, Jack was miserable and in discomfort bordering on pain most of the time.

He'd tried to hide it from Ianto as much as he could; he had too much on his mind already, and there was very little he could do to help. Admittedly, a little more of his company would have been appreciated, but he was spending as much time at home as he could, working nights so that he was at home whilst Jack was awake and Jack could sleep whilst he was gone.

The kitchen door opened and Ianto emerged with a tray full of small bowls. He set it down on the table carefully and settled into Jack's open arms, running his hands over Jack's stomach and sides, everywhere he could reach, knowing that it eased some of the strain. "Hey." He kissed Jack gently and rested their foreheads together, one arm lifting to wrap around Jack's shoulders and the other holding his swollen stomach, protecting and supporting it. "How are you feeling?"

Jack dropped his head onto Ianto's shoulder, felt Ianto kiss his hair gently, and sighed. "Enormous, and sore."

Ianto's hand started rubbing again. "Where are you sore?"

"My back," he shrugged to indicate it. "Shoulders particularly. I think I've been hunching them."

With a small nod, Ianto wormed his way out of Jack's embrace and got up to stand behind the sofa. He pushed Jack's shoulders forwards and ran the palms of his hands across them in broad sweeps, from the base of his neck right across to the joint, then started massaging them firmly. "This better?"

Jack sounded more pitiful than he would have liked when he moaned his agreement, but at least it sounded affirmative. "Ianto, please don't leave me on my own any more?" He hadn't meant to ask, but once it had escaped, and there was no taking it back, he needed Ianto to agree.

Ianto's hands stilled on his shoulders. "I can't promise that," he said quietly, aoft and apologetic. "But I'll do my best."

"Thank you," Jack reached up to cover one of his hands and leaned his head against Ianto's other wrist. "I know you're doing so much already. I just miss you when you're out."

"You're my priority," Ianto told him, resuming his massaging of Jack's shoulders. "You come before everything. If you're even not okay with me going out, or anything, just tell me and I'll find a way. Now..." he slid his hands down over Jack's shoulders and pulled him back into the sofa gently. "You couldn't eat all your lunch?"

Jack shook his head and thought of the sandwich that Ianto had made for him and left within easy reach; he'd managed half of it but, whilst his mind had wanted the rest, he just couldn't eat that much any more. By the time he'd been able to eat again, it had gone cold. "I got as much as I wanted," he said, not wanting to worry Ianto.

"Hmm," Ianto sounded unconvinced. "Hungry again now?"

He was, and the covered bowls on the tray were intriguing him. "A bit. Won't be able to face much, though."

"I thought of that," Ianto told him. "Humour me."

"Uh oh," Jack said lightly, whilst Ianto walked around the sofa again and dangled a silk blindfold from his fingers. "He's had an idea."

Ianto rested one hand on either side of Jack's shoulders and lowered himself carefully so as not to put any of his weight on Jack, kneeling with his knees straddling Jack's legs. He ducked his head to kiss Jack gently, resting the hand that held the blindfold against Jack's cheek and stroking his face softly. "Do you trust me?"

"Always," he said, without having to consider it.

After kissing him once more, Ianto pulled back and Jack rested his hands on his waist to steady him. He stroked the blindfold between his fingers to smooth it out and pressed it against Jack's eyes gently, then ran his fingers along it around Jack's head until they met at the back, where he gathered the loose ends together and tied them off. "Can you see?" Jack shook his head? "And it's not too tight?" Another shake. "Good."

Ianto's close presence disappeared and Jack could hear him moving about, then the tray was set carefully on his lap. On Ianto's instruction he opened his mouth and felt Ianto's fingers brush against his lips gently, then something touched his tongue. He closed his lips, flicking his tongue against the tips of Ianto's fingers before he could withdraw them and smiled. "Roast salted peanuts?"

"High in salt and fat," Ianto answered, brushing his unseen fingers against Jack's lips again. "Open."

He did, and Ianto's fingers just managed to escape this time. "Banana. Potassium."

"And sugar. You're getting the idea," Ianto told him. "Any idea what else you might get?"

He considered it and licked his lips. "Protein, or Vitamin C? Egg or orange?"

Ianto laughed and kissed him again, a pleasant surprise. "You got two of the dietary requirements, but only one of the foods. Any more guesses?"

"Strawberries?" he guessed, reaching out for Ianto again carefully so as not to dislodge the tray. He opened his mouth when Ianto's finger touched his lips and lifted the segment of orange from his fingers delicately. "Orange."

"You got that one already," Ianto pointed out. "Here we go." He let his fingers linger this time, and Jack sucked them into his mouth, nibbling, licking and sucking on them, coating them in rapidly melting chocolate and then cleaning them off again. Ianto gave a guttural moan which fanned the glow of the flame within Jack. "Good for your serotonin levels."

"Do you know what else is good for my serotonin levels?" Jack asked in a cracked purr.

Ianto laughed and kissed him again. "Good things come to those who wait, I promise."

Jack nodded and surrendered himself to Ianto's whim, letting Ianto feed him, touch him and kiss him as he wanted to, and just trusted Ianto to take care of him. Blindfolded as he was, he had no way to measure the passage of time except in how much he'd eaten which, dragged out over a long period as it was, was more than he'd been able to eat in one sitting for a couple of weeks. Cheese, ham, chicken, grapes, tomatoes and sliced pepper, as well as the foods he'd already had, were fed to him in no particular order or discernible pattern.

Eventually, though, there came a point when he really couldn't eat any more, so Ianto took the tray from his lap and set it out of the way somewhere. He left the blindfold on, though, and Jack didn't try to remove it himself, so he was denied his sight, reliant on sound, touch and his imagination to fill in the gaps as Ianto pulled down the elasticated waistband of his loose trousers, stroked his fingertips over the sensitive skin of Jack's inner thighs, ghosting touches up his heavy, heated shaft before firming his touch and adding his mouth to the task.

He wished that he could see Ianto, see his eyes dark with lust and bright with love, cheeks flushed, hair tousled, lips swollen from kissing and stretched around him. Needing to hold Ianto, to touch in some way, he reached out blindly with one hand and squeezed tightly when it was caught and held in one of Ianto's. They shifted their grip, lacing their fingers together, and Jack relied on the connection to anchor him when Ianto finally tipped him over the edge. He felt Ianto moving around as he came down from the high, tucking him back in and snuggling against his side, rubbing at his stomach to ease the cramps that the tension had caused with one hand whilst the other tugged at the knot on the blindfold to remove it.

Jack kept his eyes tight shut against the sudden brightness and turned his head to the side. Ianto cupped the back of his neck and met him in a gentle kiss, a continuation of everything that tonight had been – nothing had been about sex, even when Ianto was on his knees between Jack's legs, it had been Ianto making love to him from the moment he'd sat down next to Jack on the sofa. "I love you. So damn much," he whispered into Ianto's jaw. "Never forget that, never let me forget..."

Ianto brushed a thumb across his cheek and followed it with gentle kisses. "Never could, never would. I am yours, and you are mine, all the turnings of the year," he promised.

"Until the stars go dark," Jack vowed.