takers dark lover, Adam gets the job done. No, it would not be good. M.j's place, thank you, I hope to continue to have treats. Punk may feel more guilty in the future.. And that's quite alright, hun.
The Darkest Corners;
Chapter sixteen/ 'Pumpkin Guts'
Rated; M/ L, S (Mpreg, sappiness)
By the time mid-October had came around, the weather had managed to warm up.. then it would drop down to chilly and sort of change back and forth. The warm days meant playing outside in the leaves with Daddy- often times getting Mama in on it too- and chasing Pooter around the yard. He had long forgotten the dream of Adam being hurt. His dreams were fickle. Sometimes he still had nightmares, and sometimes he didn't.
Phil had came over a few times as promised, even helping Gerard carve pumpkins, to Adam's endless nervousness. Of course, Punk got a kick out of Adam's nervousness.. and at the same time was irritated by it. It was like he thought Phil was going to let him slip and cut his fingers off or something. Phil wasn't even letting Gerard use the sharp tools, just the plastic scooper. He had cut the top off for Gerard to hollow it out and let Gerard draw out the silly face and was going to carve it out himself. He wouldn't let Gerard get hurt.
Gerard hadn't got around to asking why Phil wanted to be rubbed down there. Phil didn't mention the groping incident. Gerard didn't either and mainly blocked it from his mind for the time being. It wasn't like it never happened, it was just never brought up.. there was no time to really bring it up and address it properly. Not that Phil saw anyway.
Gerard had abandoned the scooper and was trying to scrape the pumpkin 'guts' and seeds out with his hands. He giggled, squishing the slimy orange entrails between his fingers and pulling it up out of the big round pumpkin to show Adam. Some dripped onto his pants as he sat cross-legged on the porch, surrounded by newspapers for easy cleanup.
"Look, Mama.. I got its guts.." He said proudly, little teeth showing as he grinned.
"I see. You're such a mess. How did you get pumpkin in your hair?" Adam frowned, leaning over to pick the pumpkin seed out of the boy's hair.
"He was digging in the thing pretty wildly." Chris pointed out. He had the day off and was using it to chill on the porch and enjoy the fall air. The leaves had really turned colors now and covered nearly every inch of the backyard to Pooter's delight- and Gerard's because he had bigger piles to bury Chris in. He tried to do the same to Adam, but the blonde only whined about having dry leaves and twigs stuck in his hair. Chris did what a mature, loving boyfriend should do; laughed at him, teased him.. and got the offending dead tree parts out of his hair.
Adam sighed and picked up Pooter as the dog came by for the fourth time to investigate. "No pumpkin for you." His face scrunched up as the small wiggly puppy licked his nose, wagging its tail happily.
"Have you about got that thing scraped out?" Phil poked Gerard's side.
Gerard squirmed and dropped some of the pumpkin guts in the plastic trash bag Adam had opened and laid out to dump the unused parts in. "Nope." He threw the other handful at Phil and giggled.
Phil flinched and wrinkled his nose. "Hey.. ew.. don't do that.." He was too busy brushing pumpkin off of him to notice Adam had put down the puppy and grabbed up some guts of his own.
"Don't do what?" Adam dumped the guts on Phil's head and laughed. They all laughed, even Phil snorted a bit of a laugh as he flushed red.
"You meanie.." He had wanted to teasingly say 'bitch', but with Gerard present, he didn't, it didn't seem appropriate. It's not that he thought Gerard would call Adam a bitch, Phil just didn't want to give Adam a reason to bitch at him. "Both of you are out to get me.."
A sticky, pumpkin-covered Gerard tackled him at that point.. and Pooter decided he wanted to join in too. Phil went home covered in orange pumpkin guts and seeds that day. The Jack O' Lanterns got done though, even if they were carved crooked and looked more silly than scary. Chris promised he'd get candles to put in them so they could light up.
-xx-
Heath gazed into the full-length mirrors that lined the outside of the doors of their closet. In them he could see all of him. Candle light illuminated the darkened room, the flames flickering and casting eerie shadows on the walls. The redhead looked down at his slightly protruding tummy as it stuck out a bit from his purple pajamas, puckering his lips. He reached down to gently poke his belly.
Heath smiled a bit, feeling warm. "Daddy..?" He called sweetly. "M'I still purdy?"
Jay came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist, hands going down to lift Heath's shirt up and rub over his tummy. He smiled up at Heath in the reflection of the mirror. "You're beautiful." He turned his head to kiss his cheek, nibbling softly.
Heath giggled, gently swaying in his lover's embrace. "You still gon' think that when I'm six or seven months and I'm bigger?"
Jay hummed peacefully, smiling into Heath's red hair. "Even when you're nine months and think you're gonna pop." He was pleased when Heath giggled again and rested his head back against his shoulder. Heath's skin was glowing in the candle light, dark eyes shining softly. He was beautiful.
Heath groaned through his giggles, smiling though he was wincing. "I surely hope so. I don't think I could stand to lose you. I wanna keep you. Forever. My Daddy."
Jay kissed his neck. "Forever doesn't sound long enough. And I'm not going anywhere. You okay, precious? Need to lay down?" Jay was still lovingly ghosting fingers along his tummy, in awe of knowing his baby boy or girl was growing inside of there.
"My back's just hurting. I do think we need to lie down." Heath let Jay help him over to the bed. "But once I get in bed, only a pee emergency will get me out. Hope you're prepared to commit to that."
Jay laughed, crawling in beside his fox and kissing him softly. "You let me handle getting you to safety." He stared down at him, brushing his hair back. He smiled, kissing him again. "I love you."
Heath hummed contently. "Sappy Daddy.. I like sappy Daddy." He wrapped his arms around Jay's neck and brought him down for more kisses. "You still gon' think I'm sexy too, right?"
Jay rubbed his nose against Heath's. "Still.." He purred and pecked his lips. "Always."
Making love was getting to be slightly complicated, but they managed it. This time with Heath on his side, Jay behind him and raising his leg up to work himself into him just right. Their pajamas had long since been tossed to the floor. Jay fucked him slow, controlling his own pace and driving his fox mad as he kissed and licked his throat.
"Harder.. fuck.. fuck me harder.. ahh.. ooh, right there.. just keep.. uhm.." Heath shuddered, melting into the sweet sensations his body felt as Jay's cock gently nudged his prostate over and over, just enough to make him feel little sparks of pleasure all through him. He was so much more sensitive these days, pregnant. He felt things so much more intense. So even if sex was a workout trying to get the positioning just right, it felt so amazing that it was worth it.
Jay tilted Heath's face toward him, capturing his plush lips in a devouring kiss. Heath moaned into Jay's mouth, nearly twitching as Jay took hold of his cock and stroked him excruciatingly slow. He was trying to turn around in a way that he wasn't quite able to, his back would feel it later.. but right now he felt so desperate.. needy and wanting.. His fingers scrabbled to paw at Jay's chest and cling to his shoulders. He was being driven crazy, on a sensory overload. He was so close now.. if Jay would just go a little harder in his thrusts.
Heath broke away from the kiss, panting harshly, brown eyes closed. "Ah, fuck.. Jay.. Daddy.. oh, god.." He saw stars as he came, trembling and whimpering sweetly.
Jay watched him, Heath's head tossed back and that neck bared for him, pouty lips parted and eyelids fluttering shut. His skin was covered in a light sweat that glowed with his soft skin in the dancing candle light, pieces of his red hair stuck to his face. Jay felt him clinch around him and lost it, cumming deep inside his vixen with a whimper of his own. Jay stayed like that as they panted and cooled down for a minute before gathering his wits to pull out and help his fox get back into a comfortable position.
Heath was already blissfully half asleep, lips curled up into a little smile. "Uhm.. that was perfect.."
Jay smiled and kissed him. "You're perfect."
-xx-
Gerard was watching TV as he sat in the living room floor when Adam's phone rang. He paid no mind at first, he never did.
"Hello..?" Adam sighed, getting the same old silent treatment from the caller. It had happened a few times already. A few times it was a different number entirely, so he wasn't sure if it was the same person. "Hello..?" He was getting agitated. "Ugh, if you don't stop calling me, I'm going to report you." He then hung up.
Gerard was staring back at him. "Who was that, Mommy?"
Adam softened. "No one, sweetheart. Just a prankster, trying to annoy people. It's nothing."
"Oh.." Gerard went back to his cartoon.
Adam stared at his phone, wondering if it really was nothing. More than a couple of times when he was out, he felt like he was being followed or watched. He couldn't prove or explain it and maybe it was just him being paranoid, but it was just such a strange feeling.
'They never caught the assailant...' Adam shook his head. He didn't like to think that the person who attacked Gerard and his parents was still out there lurking. What if they knew Gerard didn't die? What if they didn't know that he couldn't remember anything to expose them? What if they didn't care?
Adam rubbed his temples, closing his eyes. He was thinking the worst. Hell, the attacker could have fled after the assault, skipped town and was long gone by now. At least he could hope that.
He opened his eyes when he felt the smaller body crawl up into his lap for snuggles. Adam smiled, cuddling Gerard tightly and resting his chin on his head. "What's a matter, you get lonely?"
Gerard then said, in such a serious tone that he nearly made Adam laugh. "You look twoubled." And Adam did smile. Sometimes he could say things plain as day, and then other times his letters would get mixed up.
"No, baby. Just tired."
-xx-
Heath was amusing to watch during The Walking Dead. "Ooh, I don't think I trust him." And he'd bite his thumbnail. "Oh, my gosh! Did you see that?" A squeal. "That was so awesome! Oh, wait.. noooo... oh oh, that was so close.."
Gerard watched Aunty Heath curiously, turning his attention back to the TV screen. Heath and Jay had came over to watch, even though it was Sunday night and tomorrow was a work day. Life stopped for The Walking Dead. Gerard would risk a glance at it every now and then. It started when the marathon was played and Chris got bombarded with a million questions.
"Who's that?"
"Shane."
"And that?"
"Rick."
"And that?"
"Carol. Daddy's woman." Adam snickered.
"And that?"
"Daryl."
He figured out quickly he liked Daryl. He was so awesome and had a crossbow.. he was cute too, cute never hurt. Gerard also figured out quickly that he didn't like the more violent scenes and would hide in Mama's arm. He didn't care for the blood much either, it reminded him of his nightmares.
"It's just fake, kiddo. It's not real. They're all just actors, playing dress-up and pretending." Chris had told him. Gerard knew that, of course he understood that much. But it still wasn't pleasant.
"Stop bogarting the popcorn, Reso." Phil said. Normally he wouldn't be here for Walking Dead night, but Gerard was here, so he was here.
"Get your own." Jay popped a piece into his mouth and chewed slowly.
Phil felt a pair of arms circle his neck from behind, Gerard was on his knees and had draped himself across Phil's back as the tattooed male sat in the floor. It was strange having Phil there of a night, but a good kind of strange. Mama and Phil had been working very hard to not let their differences affect caring for him.
Phil turned his head and kissed his arm. "Hey, why're you back there?"
"I don't know." Gerard hadn't been in Phil's lap very often since the rubbing incident. He still wanted to know about it. He didn't know why Phil hadn't asked him to do it again. Phil must not want it brought up.
"Well, come around here." Phil turned and wrapped an arm around him as he moved to crawl into his lap. "There we go." He snuggled him. "You're warm."
At that time Heath squealed loudly out of surprise and Gerard buried his face in Phil's neck with a small squeak. He shuddered. Yelling still startled him, but he liked to think he'd gotten better at dealing with it.
"Oh, oop. Sorry, Gee. I didn't mean to get loud. It was was a happy squeal." Heath giggled. He loved this shit.
During the course of the episode, Phil had scooted back against the couch. Gerard had long fell asleep. Phil managed to catch a bit of the previews for next week between looking down at Gerard as he cradled him in the crook of his arm. It had been so long since he watched him sleep. Moments like this made him long for the days when Gerard slept in his bed. When he was all his. When he still had a chance of fucking shit up beyond repair. This wasn't the second chance he had hoped for, but he'd take it.
"Want me to take him to bed?" Chris asked. The talk show portion of the show had started.
Phil shook his head. "Nah, he's okay." He kissed the sleeping boy's head and held him back against him. Really, he just didn't want to give him up anytime soon.
-xx-
Halloween now loomed closer than ever. Adam wondered where this month had gone so quickly. Gerard hadn't decided if he wanted to be a skeleton or some kind of space creature. Adam didn't know what they'd do for Halloween. He wasn't thrilled with the idea of trick-or-treating just yet.. he didn't know what kind of real human monsters could lie behind the doors of people he didn't know and didn't want to risk exposing the boy to unknown danger. And he didn't want to explain Gerard's situation if anyone fussed since he was technically "too old" for trick-or-treating. Puh, like anyone was too old for candy.
And then, Adam wasn't entirely thrilled about giving the kid candy. Stickiness happens, accidents happen, hyperness happens.
They had only had one in-home evaluation. Luckily, it was only Trish. Dr. Stratus had sometimes talked to Gerard, she was his main doctor now and his main therapist. She was also close enough to be Adam and Jay's sister. Naturally she reported that the patient seemed happy, healthy and safe, and there was no reason to relocate him back to the institute. It wasn't a lie. Gerard had done so much better.
It seemed like Phil was there every day almost. Adam had became a bit more comfortable with him.. well, as comfortable as Adam could be where his boy was concerned.
Adam clicked off his phone and cursed. "Shit. Shit. Shit." He had resorted to pacing. He was in the kitchen, Phil and Gerard were playing some game in the living room.
That had been the hospital calling this time. They were short-handed. They said they needed him to come in for just an hour or two at the most. He had reminded them of Gerard, but they only said he could bring him in and leave him in the play room area. There was a babysitter on hand there, but he didn't like her or trust her much. She was good with the kids, but didn't know how to react to Gerard. She hadn't liked when he tried to play like the other children, or when he'd take a toy and make one of the kids start crying. To her, he was older and bigger and should automatically know better when he didn't, it was all still very new to him. She just got too frustrated to calmly explain sharing to him. Though, after making him actually cry, she did feel really bad. That was all before they sent him to Gateway.
Adam didn't know what to do. Chris was at work and couldn't come home. Jay and Heath were out of town shopping for baby supplies and looking for the perfect carrier- since every carrier so far just wasn't good enough, or safe enough. Adam guessed he couldn't blame their nervousness. It was their first baby.
There weren't many others that he could trust alone with Gerard. His eyes wandered over to the doorway leading to the living room. No, no he couldn't. Could he? He didn't want to rely on Phil. He still wasn't fully sure he trusted Phil..
But Phil had been good with him, he had behaved.
And honestly, Adam really wanted to go in. He missed the hospital sometimes. He missed being able to help. He knew Gerard needed him and he loved Gerard and would never abandon him.. but he just wanted to go see everyone and put on his scrubs again. It wouldn't be but for a couple of hours. He had a right to a life outside of his boy.. even if it was just a small piece.
Adam peered into the living room. Phil was reading him a comic, showing him the pictures. Phil was patient with Gerard, admittedly he had always been, at the hospital and the institute. And Gerard felt comfortable with him. Adam took a deep breath. He couldn't tell them no. It's not like it happened very often. He'd tell them he couldn't make it a habit.
Adam made his way into the living room. "Hey.. uh.. that was the hospital. They're short-staffed and need me to come in for a little while."
Phil perked. He gazed up from the pages of the colorful comic. "Yeah..? You going? What about..?" He nodded over to Gerard, who huffed because he knew he was talking about him.
Adam rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, see.. I don't have anyone to watch him. Chris is working. Heath and Jay are out of town. He hates the babysitter at the hospital. So.. I guess that leaves you."
Phil's lips quirked. "Me? Why me?"
"Cuz you're my last choice." Adam sighed.
"Well, maybe I have a life too, you know." Phil was playing him and Adam knew it.
"Please." He scoffed. "You'd rather be here. I know you don't have to work today." Adam bent down to Gerard and pushed his hair back. "Hey, can you stay with Phil for a little while? Mama has to go help someone. You be okay with Phil? I'll be back before Daddy gets home."
Gerard glanced back between Adam and Phil, tucking his lip back inside his mouth and nodding slowly. He really didn't want Mama to leave, but if he had to, he couldn't beg him not to. That never worked at the institute. Besides, he knew Adam would always come back. This time it wouldn't be all night, instead it would be just like it was with Heath and Jay. Just a little while.
"Sure? Okay."
Gerard got up and hugged him around the waist. "Love you, Mama."
Adam kissed the top of his head. "I love you too, baby-boy. Be good for Phil." He looked at Phil sternly. "I'm trusting you."
Phil nearly swallowed at the look of all the hell that would follow if Phil broke that trust. "Hey.. you got nothing to worry about. I've fed him, changed his bandages.."
"That's not what I'm talking about." Adam said and went to get his things.
Well, I needed Adam out of the house someway... Punk's been wanting it since chapters two and three. Okay, I'm late on this season, Halloween is over IRL. I just realized this is my 69th fic, lol. I may have to include a 69 position in the near future to commemorate.. or cummemorate.