Brian woke up and looked down. He had to laugh. Justin had his arms wrapped around Brian's waist, his legs entwined with Brian's, and his face buried in Brian's neck. To be any closer, they'd need to be one person.

This was hardly unusual these days. Justin had become more and more affectionate over the past week. This meant not only tons of fucking but also, unfortunately, a great deal of cuddling, an activity in which Brian had never once engaged before Justin collided with him that fateful day.

The little fucker almost tricked him into it. He'd developed a kink for sitting on Brian's lap and burying his face in Brian's neck. Whenever Brian wasn't standing, Justin was drawn to his lap like a moth to a flame. Brian assumed it was the pregnancy hormones. This alone wouldn't have been so bad. Brian kind of liked having the blond in his lap. But coupled with the fatigue the pregnancy was causing, this somewhat pleasant activity became the dreaded cuddling. Justin would fall asleep in Brian's lap at least twice a day, and, in his sleep, the boy would wrap his arms around Brian and, even his legs, if he could manage it. The end result was always the same. Brian would carry the blond to the bed and be cuddled until Justin awoke from his catnap. It wasn't all bad though. Catnaps were generally followed by lots of fucking and sucking.

The fatigue also caused Justin to sleep longer in the morning. This was yet another unfortunate development. Brian would probably need to wait another 7 or 8 months to wake up with the blond's luscious lips around his cock. Brian sighed and wrapped his arms around the boy. He didn't have the heart to wake him. He'd just have to lay there and be cuddled for a little while longer.

*****

Lindsay cried, "This is so unfair! I mean, Brian refuses to help us have a baby, but, then, he goes and impregnates some kid who's barely out of high school!"

Mel clenched her fists in frustration. Why was her lover so obsessed with Brian Kinney? "You know, we could pick a different donor. Why does it have to be Brian?"

Lindsay sighed in exasperation. Why did she need to explain this? "Well…he's gorgeous, tall, and intelligent. He's also a friend and part of our surrogate family, so the baby would always have his father around, no matter what happened."

Mel asked sharply, "Isn't that the problem? He would want to play too large a role in the child's life."

Lindsay suddenly smiled. Mel looked at her lover suspiciously. Something in the blonde's eyes made Mel uneasy.

"What if we convince Justin to give us his baby?"

Mel just gaped at Lindsay. "What are you saying?"

"Well, he's only a kid. You and I both know that, whatever Brian might have told Justin, he's not going to stick around. He never does. He's incapable of a long-term commitment. I mean, come on, for Brian, monogamy is like a prison sentence."

"So…what?"

"Well, it's only fair that Justin be told what he's in for. He wants the baby now, but don't you think he'd be less sure about that if he knew that he'd end up alone? Being a single parent? Especially since he's so young. Single parenthood for a boy his age would require him to give up any dreams he might have. He wouldn't be able to finish school, and he'd be stuck in Pittsburgh. If he's been accepted to PIFA, chances are, he's a musician or an artist, but what future could he have as either here in the Pitts? None! Plus, why would he want to spend his time changing diapers, warming bottles, drawing baths, and waking up every few hours during the night to care for the baby? At his age, he'd probably prefer to be out dancing, taking drugs, and fucking every cute guy he sees. We could offer him a way out. Maybe agree to let him visit the baby once in a while. Surely, we'd be better parents. We're women, we're in a committed relationship, we have a house, and we both have careers already. If he loves the child, wouldn't he want what's best for him or her?"

"It's not exactly kind to play on the kid's insecurities."

"We'd only be telling him the truth. It may be a hard truth, but that's not our fault. Would it be kinder to let him throw his life and the life of his child away?"

Mel cautioned, "We don't know that that's what would happen."

Lindsay scoffed, "Come on. We're talking about Brian. I love him, but he doesn't do long-term commitments. Before Justin came along, he couldn't even bear to share a bed with someone for a night. Ok, maybe he feels obligated to try to have a relationship with Justin because of the baby, but he's only known him a month. Soon, he'll tire of the boy, and no matter how obligated he feels, he'll end up bailing. That's what he does, and you know it!"

"Yeah. But still…It just feels wrong. Why not just pick an anonymous donor? Or someone else we know?"

Lindsay replied, her voice taking on a serious tone, "Now that I've thought about it, it seems irresponsible and cruel of us to leave the child in Justin's care. What kind of life could he provide? With or without Brian."

Mel just shook her head. Once Lindsay made up her mind about something, nothing and no one could change it.

*****

It was the first Saturday after the family dinner Brian and Justin had attended at Deb's. Since Justin had met the gang, Brian saw no reason not to invite him to their regular Saturday lunch. Moreover, he was a little worried. Justin had spent most of the morning tossing his cookies. He'd been able to get the boy to eat a few crackers and drink some water afterward, but nothing more substantial. He hoped that Deb could help him get Justin to eat or that Justin would simply be recovered enough for his appetite to return.

As Brian and Justin entered the diner, they were met with a variety of reactions. First, Deb launched herself across the room and embraced Justin warmly. Brian managed to peel her off of him only to find Emmett wrapping his arms around the boy from behind and purring, "Hi Baby" in his ear. Ted greeted the couple politely, albeit a little stiffly, and Michael frowned. This was gonna be fun. Not.

*****

Brian guided Justin to the gang's booth, slid in, and pulled the boy in next to him. Then he casually, he hoped, threw his left arm around the boy. He might as well do it right off the bat. If he didn't, Justin would most certainly nuzzle into Brian's body until he was firmly nestled within Brian's warm embrace. He grabbed a menu off the table behind them and handed it to the boy, again, he hoped, casually. He didn't want the boy to know just how worried he was about his morning sickness.

Ted, Emmett, and Michael slid in across from them.

Brian released a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding when Kiki approached the table only to be assaulted with requests by the dozen (okay maybe not quite that many) from the boy, who was so excited by the prospect of eating that he was wiggling in his seat.

"Could I please have chocolate pudding, cottage cheese, a side of dill pickles, a strawberry milkshake with double the ice cream, a side of ham, and peaches?" Justin asked cheerfully.

"Anything for you, beautiful," Kiki purred.

Brian actually growled in response to the flirtation, though it was low, and pulled the boy closer, eliciting a giggle from the aforementioned boy and causing Kiki to take a step back, looking a little scared.

Ted and Emmett said nothing but shot each other shocked glances.

After everyone else's order was placed, Michael warned Justin, "Better be careful what you eat Justin; all that ice cream and pudding is going to ruin your girlish figure. You don't want your man's eyes to stray, do you?"

Brian could have strangled his best friend for making a big deal out of Justin's order. He hoped that the comment wouldn't have the intended effect. The boy wasn't eating enough as it was.

Justin flashed Michael a bright fake smile and replied sweetly, "If I were as old as you are, especially if I also had your belly, I'd worry. But I think my man's eyes will find pleasure enough when trained on me. Though, I do appreciate your concern."

Brian tried to bite back a laugh, but was mostly unsuccessful. Ted and Emmett didn't even try to hide their laughter. In fact, Emmett was still laughing several minutes later.

Michael just fumed.

Later, after the food had arrived, Michael asked Brian peevishly, "You know what everyone is saying, don't you?"

"What's that, Mikey?" Brian countered, cocking an eyebrow.

"That you're the whipped sugar daddy of some twink," Michael spat.

Ted looked uneasily between Brian and Michael, and Emmett's mouth made a perfect 'o' as he watched Brian closely waiting for his response.

Brian clenched his right hand into a fist. His first instinct was to go to Babylon that night and show all of Liberty Avenue just who was whipped. He'd have every trick begging, begging, for a taste or feel of Brian-Fucking-Kinney's cock. But just as Brian's anger and determination were reaching a crescendo, Justin exclaimed, "This is the best chocolate pudding I've ever had!"

Brian chuckled, and Emmett smiled warmly. Apparently, Justin had been so engrossed in his food that he'd missed that whole exchange. He looked to his left, at the beautiful blond boy who loved him, or so he claimed, whether he tricked or not. The boy carrying their little ray of sunshine. He remembered the dozen or so times Justin had fallen asleep on his lap over the last week and how angelic he'd looked each time. The boy had never been with anyone else, although he'd had many offers. Brian decided that he was worth a million tricks, especially since he was, despite the fact that he'd been a virgin just two months ago, extraordinarily talented in bed (or wherever they happened to fuck). Justin was more responsive than anyone Brian had ever been with, eager to learn, generally enthusiastic about sex, with a sex drive that nearly exceeded Brian's, and a natural in many ways, particularly when it came to giving head.

Suddenly, Brian felt that he had a whole lot to lose. That alone would normally have sent him running to the baths, since he'd never wanted to need anyone or anything. But he didn't want to push the boy away. He wanted him (and their child) in his life. He didn't know how long it would last or whether he'd get hurt, but he wanted the boy with him for as long as possible. Who knew what Justin would do if Brian were to tell him that he no longer wanted to be monogamous, especially with those pregnancy hormones charging through his body en masse. He could decide to accept some of the offers coworkers had made or to leave Brian altogether. Justin was making decent money. He could certainly take care of himself. Of course, Brian wouldn't want Justin around if he didn't want to stay. Did wanting Justin to stay and being prepared to change a little to keep the boy in his life, and to keep him from fucking or being fucked by anyone else, mean that he was whipped? If so, maybe it wasn't such a terrible thing.

Brian turned his attention back to Mikey. Mikey seemed unwilling to accept Brian when he wasn't tricking. His admiration was contingent on it, or so it seemed. Even though Brian understood the reason, he still couldn't help but think that if Mikey truly loved him, he'd want Brian to be happy and be supportive no matter what the circumstance. Should Brian drive away someone who did love him unconditionally, or so it appeared, to please someone who only wanted Brian to be happy with him and to please the nameless, faceless tricks he couldn't give two shits about? Fuck that! Let Mikey whine. Let the fags on Liberty Avenue talk. Brian was still the hottest queer in this burgh, so far anyway, and the best fuck most, if not all, his tricks had ever had. Committing to one man would not change that. Shit, that could make the value of his stock rise, if he were still the hottest, but unavailable.

Brian replied icily, "I don't care what anyone says about me. I've been around, and then some, but this twink is the best fuck I've ever had. Why should I bother with anyone else? I'm not thrilled that people are claiming that I'm Justin's sugar daddy because he earns decent money, definitely more than you, Mikey. But somehow I doubt that he cares."

Emmett's eyes had gotten progressively wider as Brian was speaking. He thought, "Man, Justin's got Brian sprung, and how."

Michael opened his mouth to say something, but Justin interjected firmly, though softly, "I don't care."

At some point, the boy had started paying attention, and he was glowing. Was that a pregnancy thing or had he heard what Brian had said about him (or both)? He didn't know, but he kind of hoped it was the second, at least in part. He liked the idea that he'd made the boy happy. Every day, Brian was becoming more of a lesbian. Well, as long as he didn't have to go anywhere near pussy, it wasn't so bad.

He leaned down and licked a dab of pudding off of Justin's cheek. Justin's face flushed, and his eyes darkened as he caught Brian's lips in a passionate kiss, one that Brian returned with equal vigor.

Michael complained, "Get a fucking room!"

Brian and Justin parted, though reluctantly.

Brian's cell phone started ringing, and he nodded toward his left pocket and asked, "Sunshine, could you get that for me?"

Justin waggled his eyebrows suggestively and flashed him a million-watt smile, "Sure thing."

He reached into Brian's pocket, somehow managing to overshoot the phone and stroke Brian's semi-erect cock (a response to the kiss Justin had laid on him), causing it to grow considerably harder. Then he extracted the phone and handed it over.

Brian growled in Justin's ear, "When I get you home, I'm going to fuck you until you are a pool of jelly."

That drew an excited giggle from the boy.

Then, without even looking at the number, Brian answered abruptly, "Whoever this is make it quick, I have a horny young blond to do."

A few grunts later, Brian snapped the phone shut, threw a twenty dollar bill on the table, collected Justin into his arms, and ran out the door, covering the boy's neck with kisses as he did so, which had the latter giggling, of course.

After Emmett was sure they had gone, he asked in astonishment, "Was that really Brian?"

Ted just shrugged helplessly, but Michael stated matter-of-factly, "No. That kid has brainwashed him somehow!"

Emmett shook his head and patted Michael's arm. "I don't think so, honey. If I didn't know better, I'd say he's fa-"

Michael cut him off with a warning glance. "Don't say that! Don't even think it!"

As Brian and Justin were driving back to the loft, Justin asked, "Who was that on the phone?"

Brian tried to sound nonchalant. "Uh, that was Lindsay. She and Mel want to have us over for dinner next week."

All the boy could manage was a lackluster "Oh."

Brian reached over and squeezed the boy's suddenly flagging erection. He was not about to let two dykes ruin his 'afternoon delight.'

"We don't have to go if you don't want to."

Justin lifted his chin a bit and smiled. Genuinely. "No, Lindsay is your friend. Maybe she'll warm up to me."

Brian quirked an eyebrow.

Justin laughed. "Well, it could happen…"