Dean's day just got better and better, first the pie and now a sex show. He had no qualms over his proclivity for voyeurism; Dean had embraced his inner pervert a long time ago.
"This should be good…Mason and Martin…hot Omega on Omega action…"
It did surprise Dean, in pleasant, shiver inducing way, when it was Martin who stripped off his jeans and bent over a pallet stacked with flour sacks. Dean had always figured he was the top in the relationship and not Mason, the skinny, strawberry blonde who looked like a good wind would snap him in half.
Martian gave Dean a view of his full fruit bowl so he got a good view of the beefy Omega's well muscled legs and nice big bouncy ass and a whole lot more. Martin was hung like a bull and a pussy covered with a lush bush of shiny dark pubes which made his dark pink lips and labia stand out all the more. Dean found it a beautiful sight to behold. Ever since the first time he laid eyes on two Omegas going at it, he had developed another kink.
Dean's view was blocked when Mason dropped to his knees and buried his face in fuzzy pussy, sucking up the slick dripping from his lover like there was no tomorrow.
Between the sucking sounds and the Omega's gasps and moans and the smell of sex, Dean had a hard time not creaming his jeans on the spot, so he unzipped and allowed little Dean his freedom.
Mason stood suddenly and lined up his long, slim dick right outside his mate's oozing cunt and did a slow slide until he was balls deep.
"You such a horny cunt, can't get enough of my dick."
No hearts and flowers for these two and Dean loved it.
Mason's pretty mouth let loose with a string of verbal filth which only got Martin even hotter. "Take it like a good bitch."
The Omega begged, more, there, there, there!"
As Martin got a double dose of stimulation both from his g spot and prostate receiving a bit of pressure through the tough membrane and muscle separating the two, his body seized up. Without a knot, there was no way for Mason to keep in all the juices. He shot his load inside of his mate while Martin shot between his belly and a sack of flour.
Dean frantically stroked in time to the sound of Mason's balls hitting that big, fat booty. Dean clamped a hand over his own mouth when he hit his peak at the same time as them.
After the show was all done, Mason helped Martin pull up his jeans and fasten his belt. The couple took a moment for tender words and kisses. Mason sat on the flour sacks and extra tall Martin on the floor, Mason finger combed back his mate's long, wild locks and secured the dark curls into a ponytail. After an exchange of "I love you" between them, the lovers left.
Dean sat there; maternity jeans still open and his baggy shirt covered in cum, and decided to finish the peanut butter pie and a bottle of water. He felt the effects of the sugar overload and the awesome orgasm and dozed off.
….
When he finished with his last table, Cas went in search of his wife so they could have lunch together. He hunted high and low, asking everyone who worked there if they had seen his wife. The chef confirmed, Dean had been there trying to graze during the lunch rush and he told the kid to get lost.
"I have no idea where he is, but at least the food is safe for now and by the way, where does that kid put it all?!"
Cas gave the chef a sheepish grin, "He's eating for two…at least that is what he tells me every single day. Trust me; Dean eats a lot when he's not pregnant, now he's just kicked it up a notch. Also, don't let Dean hear you call him a kid unless you enjoy verbal beat downs."
The chef, who bore a striking resemblance to Chef Boyardee, unfolded his arms, "Sorry, I didn't know he was pregnant or I wouldn't have yelled at him. When you find Dean, tell him he's welcome to graze as long as it's not a lunch or dinner rush. We always have a few leftovers."
"Thank you." Castiel was getting worried, it wasn't like Dean to just vanish, "what if something happened to him…pregnant Omegas are a black market commodity…oh, god…"
….
Terry entered the pantry and immediately caught a whiff of post coital scents and it wasn't pleasant to him in the least. "Damn it…damn Martin and Mason using this as their own fuckery…I'm gonna kick their asses."
As he was loading up the cart with gallon cans of tomatoes, a strange sound assailed his ears, strange because snoring belonged in the bedroom, not a restaurant. Terry cautiously approached Dean's hiding spot and was greeted with a strange sight, Dean fast asleep, with his pants open and soft dick lying there on his hip, he also smelled like sex and weirder still was the empty pie plate on the floor and smears of pie filling around his mouth.
"I'm not dealing with this shit..."
….
Castiel nudged his wife's ass with his dress shoe, "Really, Dean?"
Dean's pretty green peepers fluttered open, and for a moment he was confused, "Wha…where am I?"
"Apparently you ate a whole pie while masturbating. I really think this is a new low." Cas grabbed both his hands and tugged the pregnant Omega to his feet and then took damp paper towels to clean off the stagnant semen from Dean's shirt, "I don't know what you were thinking, that pie will come out of my paycheck." Once he was satisfied his wife was presentable, Castiel pulled Dean's stretch jeans back up and smoothed the front of his shirt, "there, good as new."
"I was hungry and the only reason I jacked off is because Mason and Martin came in here and banged each other; excuse me if I thought it was fuckin' hot."
"Really, they did it right in front of you…Omega on Omega action?"
"Well, they didn't know I was here."
"When we get home, I want all the details."
"Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me, Cas?"
"Be strong Castiel…this is a place of employment. Think of distasteful things…Principle Pendergrass in string bikini, football games, egg plant, hairy Benny in the nude…ah, that's better…"
He managed to withstand Dean's many charms, "We had better get going, your appointment is in an hour."
"What about lunch?"
"We'll grab something on the way out."
…
Castiel had his eyes locked on the screen, waiting for the doctors' confirmation on the sex of their baby.
Dean was interested but a little more relaxed over the whole thing, as an Omega, his feelings on this were neutral. While a boy would be nice, a girl would be just as good.
Dr. Saito pointed out the obvious to them, "there, an unmistakable penis. Mazel tov and omedetoo gozaimasu."Castiel did a little bow, "a sheynem dank and arigatoo!"
Their exchange irritated Dean, "Stop babbling in Swedish and let's get back to the baby, are you sure the kid doesn't have three legs?"
"No, Dean, I assure you, the child does not have three legs and the penis at this stage in development is normal." At times it was difficult to keep a straight face around one of her favorite patients when he blurted out an unfiltered thought.
Cas looked like the cat who ate the canary, "Excellent, Dean, you've made me the happiest guy in world." He peppered his wife's face with kisses until the Omega pushed him off.
"Easy tiger."
"Aren't you thrilled?"
"Yeah, of course I am but wouldn't you have been as happy if our kid was a girl?"
This was dangerous territory, his answer could mean the difference between a chilly ride home and an even chiller evening, or cuddles kisses, "Completely happy, but you have to understand, a son is every man's dream."
"Humph."
I mean, we could have all girls and my life would still be complete, but it's nice to have one of each. As an Alpha, a son is the cherry on the sundae. Maybe I sound old fashioned, but now that I know we are having a boy I can be upfront about my feelings, hopefully with no backlash from you. My feelings will never take away from the deep love I have for my little lady bug, my first born because Gracie is my angel."
This subject brought up buried emotions in Dean. John thought sons were the best, up until Dean presented as an Omega, but he understood Castiel was nothing like John and would love his children equally.
"I understand, Cas, I was just checking."
…..
Spencer and Scotty invited them over for dinner and Dean thought it would be the perfect time to announce the sex of their baby. Spencer had his own reasons; he and Scotty wanted to do the same.
Both special announcements by the parents were thwarted by the toddlers. During the meal, Alex patted his mommy on the belly and let out a hoot to get attention, once all eyes were on him, he said, "Mommy got a girly in his tummy," he hitched his thumb toward his puffed out chest, "I'm a brudder."
Not to be outdone, Grace piped in with, "I got a brudder in my Mommy's tummy."
Scotty joyfully grabbed Dean into a hug, pressing the Omega tight against his boobs, "We'll have matching sets of kids."
Dean mumbled into one of Scotty's ample breasts, "We can swap baby clothes."
Scotty finely released Dean, "Of course, but we still need a few new things. Now we can decorate nurseries."
Actually Dean was glad Scotty was so hands on with both or their pregnancies. Decorating wasn't Dean's thing and it went smoother when you had someone else's input, someone who wanted the best for you and had an eye for décor. Castiel and Spencer were easy going and both more than happy to leave it all to the Omegas.
The meal ended with apple cobbler Dean made with his own two manly hands. He was in nesting mode once again.
Sam brought Dean to the atrium where they could catch up in private. Dean learned Sam had a girl at school he had a crush on, Sam still planned to be a lawyer and his grades were stellar.
Dean asked why Sammy was crushing on a girl and not an Omega like his first boyfriend. Sam said he loved boobs and girls had them all the time, not just when they were pregnant and he really liked that.
Dean understood sexual attraction was in the eye of the beholder and agreed with Sam; boobs were very nice, indeed.
…..
Scotty tossed a tiny dress covered in ducklings, into their already heaping cart full of baby things. He snared a little sailor suit off a rack and cooed, "Oh Dean, little Jack will look so cute in this." He tossed on top of the duckling dress.
Dean didn't make enough from "Dear Dean" to pay for all these new things and he didn't want to burden Cas with another bill, "I'm fine with all the baby boy stuff you gave me from Alex. I can't afford new anything."
Scotty smiled at his friend, "You don't have to because I'm paying for it, this is your baby shower gift in advance."
"You mean Spencer is paying for this."
"Ouch, low blow, Dean. I'm paying for this with my own credit card and with my money from the prenatal yoga classes I'm teaching, you know, the ones you never come to. I insist you join me Thursday at ten for a class, I promise I'll go easy on you."
"I thought Spencer didn't like strangers in the house."
"I'm going to prove I'm worthy of my own little yoga studio someday. If I have to save up the rent myself, I'll do it." Scotty looked as serious as a heart attack. When he had his heart set on something trying to stop him was akin to stopping a freight train with your bare hands. Dean always admired that in Scotty.
"I'll come to your class but I can't pay for that either."
"No problem, you can babysit for payment or do oil changes on our vehicles or maybe make another one of those apple cobblers."
"Deal."
…
"You have got to be kidding me…my body doesn't bend like this, not with a big belly…" Dean was in a squat position with his fanny just touching a yoga pillow beneath him. Everything ached. Scotty was a great instructor. He got right down into a crouch in front of Dean, big belly and all, and gave him words of encouragement, "You are doing great. This will help open up those hips and loosen your back." He straightened back up as if there weren't six months worth of baby belly in front of him. He praised everyone, "You are all beautiful and strong" Scotty inhaled deeply and did a slow exhale, "remember to breathe."
Dean began to tilt to the side in slow motion until he was completely on the floor, "Help, I can't get up!" He flailed his limbs around like a turtle on its back, "Seriously, I'm friggin' stuck!"
Two women sprung into action, lifting Dean under the arms and to his knees. He struggled to his feet, sweaty and sore and ended up watching the rest of the class from a chaise lounge. Once everyone else left, Scotty helped Dean with some stretches then gave him milk and brownies to put a smile on his face.
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8 ½ months
Castiel glanced from the road to his wife, "This was a terrible idea."
Dean opened one eye, "It's just for the weekend. I need a break and some husband time. Remember, in a few weeks we won't get that for a looooong time."
"But the cabin is an hour away from the hospital."
"It'll be fine; it's only for the weekend, Cas. Besides, the Doc said it would be ok as long as we aren't that far from the hospital, plus I'm healthy as a horse. In fact, this pregnancy has been a breeze compared to the last one."
Castiel kept his death grip on the steering wheel and followed the speed limit exactly the whole way there.
Once they arrived, Dean waddled ahead to the cabin to open it up and crack the windows.
There had been a February thaw and a week of unseasonably warm days. It looked like an early spring and a perfect time to get away for a weekend.
Dean watched as his Alpha managed to pull the big cooler to the cabin while also wearing a backpack and carrying a huge duffle bag in one hand.
"He is my Superman." Dean looked over at the old bed and wondered if he'd feel up to fucking this weekend. "Don't want Daddy to poke your eye out, Jack," he inwardly chuckled.
After the heat and water were turned on and the cabin felt cozy, Castiel gave Dean a well deserved massage, or as much a massage as Cas could do with the heavily pregnant Omega lying on one side.
"I love you like this…all soft and tender and sweet as pie. You are so beautiful when you're pregnant."
Dean purred, "I thought I was always beautiful."
"Oh yes, but more so now. The day I first laid eyes on you was the best and most confusing day of my life."
"Confusing?"
"I've always loved poetry and love songs and the messages they contained, but I felt the words were meant from someone else…never for me. I suppose the confusion came when I realized, perhaps this time, those words were meant for us. What I felt at the time was very wrong and very right all at once. I have no qualms over my choices and my confusion faded long ago. You are mine and we were meant to be."
Dean did a slow roll onto his back so he could see the man who always had the right words to make the nineteen year old to feel special, whole and cherished.
Growing up with John as his father, the critical, harsh hearted man that he was always made Dean feeling less than deserving of kind words and a stable life. Sammy's love was unconditional and sometimes had been the only thing that kept Dean going, but a brother's love came easy.
Romantic love and the passion filled emotions that grab you tight and won't let go until you're either broken or you embrace it, was very different. Castiel had changed everything for Dean and taught him he was indeed worthy of everything good in life.
Dean traced his fingers lightly over his lover's lips and ran a thumb along the little cleft on Cas' chin, "You're so pretty…those blue eyes just get me right in the heart. The first time I looked into those eyes, I was lost."
"Now who has a way with words?"
Dean let out a self-depreciating laugh, something Castiel hated, "Not me."
"You have a way with words, Dean, stop selling yourself short."
Dean put a stop to the praise-fest by playfully shoving Cas away.
"I'm hungry."
…..
Dean woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and bacon. He let his nose lead the way to the little kitchen where his husband was busy making a masterpiece meal.
"Smells great, babe."
"Thanks." Castiel gestured to the window, "It's snowing outside. When Woke up there was already several inches on the ground. Tomorrow morning we should get an early start back home, the back roads should be plowed by then. The weather report said the snow would end early this evening."
"Good thing the beast has all wheel drive."
They shared a leisurely breakfast followed with a shared hot shower. Castiel pampered his wife with a shea butter backrub. Dean's back was hurting again and massage seemed to be the best thing for it. Cas was a good Alpha and always gave a happy ending, this morning it was a quick blow job for Dean while he rubbed one out on his wife's tits.
It was an excellent start to the day.
…
A cardinal landed just a few yards away from Castiel, to pluck some wild holly berries from a large shrub coated in fresh snow. He aimed his camera and took a round of photos before the gorgeous bird flew off.
Cas stuck out his tongue to catch some of the fat, fluffy flakes. The young man began smiling this morning and realized he hadn't stopped this whole time. Dean had been right, getting away for a few days and leaving the worries of everyday life behind them was therapeutic.
He'd left his Omega to nap away the morning by the fire but now it was time to get back to him and the baby. Leaving his wife alone for too long made him nervous.
Castiel plucked a branch of holly to hold over his angel's head and steal a kiss.
…..
Dean woke to a waning fire in the fireplace and no husband. Then again, Cas had only been gone just over an hour on his hike and had promised to only be gone a few hours at the most.
The Omega's back was throbbing again and a dull ache came over his entire body. With some effort, Dean got to his feet and waddled his way to the kitchen for a glass of juice but he didn't get that far. A contraction hit him hard and worse, he felt a familiar sensation like a water balloon popping inside, followed by a gush of fluid.
TBC