The Thirteenth Child (6/9)
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PART SIX
Jensen watched the assembled crowd pat a beaming Jared on the back, as the man basked in all the congratulations and praise he could get. “Anyone would think he was the one who was pregnant.”
“Stop being so depressing. You knew you couldn’t avoid getting knocked up forever, just accept this, make the most of it. You’ll be a wonderful mother.”
Jensen scowled at his youngest sister – who was all of a year older than him - as she smiled patronisingly back at him. “I’m not a mother.”
“Suit yourself, but daddy says….”
“I don’t give a damn what daddy says.” Jensen hissed, “I’m a man. A MAN. Carriers are not mothers.”
“Okay, so let me get this right.” She counted off points on her fingers, “they get pregnant, gestate a child for months, give birth, lactate and feed their young.” She lowered her hand, her smile unwavering. “Same difference as far as I can see, but if it makes you feel better, Jenny, so be it.”
Jensen refused to acknowledge his sister’s words. She may have been his confidante, his ally when he’d been in desperate need of one, but she could be just as hurtful as the others, even if she wasn’t trying to be.
She must’ve realised she’d gone too far because she slipped away, made her way over to Jensen’s oldest unmarried sisters, who were primping themselves in the corner, hoping to catch the eyes of one, or more, of Jared’s single friends.
Anger was a good companion. Anger and bitterness were fending off the terror that was edging its way forward, trying to cause the almighty meltdown he could feel on the horizon.
He still couldn’t believe that Jared could get him pregnant, much less know that he was knocked up when Jensen hadn’t suspected a thing. And then to top it all off, and prove once and for all that Jensen was nothing but a junior partner in this marriage, he’d announced the pregnancy to both families, making an unsuspecting Jensen the centre of attention and forcing him to feign happiness when in reality he wanted to curl in a corner and rock backwards and forwards in denial. Never before had he missed the relationship he could’ve had with his carrier as much as he did right then. It was obvious his carrier was the only person who would ever understand where he was coming from.
But then his carrier was dead. Dead from being forced into thirteen pregnancies with only a few spare weeks between them. He’d died and left him to this life.
Sometimes Jensen hated him for that.
He moved into an unoccupied corner, tried to shrink into the shadows as the other people in the room laughed and chatted and celebrated Jensen’s misfortune.
They were all here. His brothers and sisters – most of whom hadn’t said anything to him other than the standard ‘Good evening’. They all knew him well enough to recognise there was nothing they could say that would make him feel better about the situation, so they ignored him and set about enjoying themselves.
And then there was his father, who’d not said a word to him at all tonight, but who’d seemed just as happy as Jared and his father. He’d probably been worried he was going to be accused of dealing in defective goods if the pregnancy hadn’t been confirmed soon.
Jensen knew Jared was watching him, he could sense it. Not that he cared. He’d spoken to everyone he needed to talk to, both in his family and Jared’s, and now he could make an exit, claim he was tired, overwhelmed, and no-one would question it.
Jensen nodded his head slightly toward his husband, looked once towards his youngest sister who was lost in her flirting and wouldn’t miss him, and escaped the room.
Jared managed to duck the glass that came sailing towards his head with little effort. “Why the fuck did you do that to me?” A second glass came hurtling past his head and Jared dodged it just as easily as the first.
“Calm down,” he held his hands up.
Jensen picked up a third glass, “Don’t tell me to …” Before he could throw it Jared was in his space, one large hand holding both his wrists while he was drawn closer. Close enough for Jensen to raise his knee … Jared wasn’t fast enough to block the blow completely, but at least Jensen hadn’t been able to cause the pain he’d been aiming for. He brought Jensen’s hands down and turned him round so that his chest was flush against Jensen’s back.
He held Jensen still, all the while the slighter man struggled to get away. Eventually Jensen exhausted himself and Jared dragged him towards the bed. “You’re a bastard, you know that?”
“Why?”
“You knew I was pregnant yet you chose not to tell me.”
“Figured, as you were the one with a bun in the oven, you’d guess.”
“I didn’t have a clue…”
Jared whispered into his husband’s ear, “Not even a suspicion that you could be?”
Jensen didn’t respond so Jared continued, “Why didn’t you think you could be pregnant, Jensen? Why did the possibility not even occur to you? Not as your belly softened and your tits leaked? Why didn’t you even consider the possibility?”
Jared obviously hadn’t kept the implication off his face because Jensen looked horror stricken as soon as he caught his eyes. “You know.”
“That you’re a liar? That you’ve been supping that fucking weed you’ve been hiding in the kitchen?” The fight went out of Jensen with that accusation, but Jared hadn’t got it out of his system yet, even if the anger was long forgotten. “Six months Jensen. Six months we’ve been married and you had me thinking we’d never have children. Never.”
Jensen’s voice was small when he began to speak, there would no doubt be tears if he dared to look. “I don’t want a baby. Don’t want to be pregnant.”
“No. What you don’t want is to die in childbirth like your carrier, and I’ll tell you now, that isn’t going to happen.”
“You can’t promise me that.”
Jared spun Jensen around, pushing him onto the bed and then climbing on top of him. “I’ll tell you what I can promise. I can promise not to keep you pregnant for years on end. I can promise not to get you pregnant while babies are still suckling at your breast. I’m not your father. I’m not interested in keeping your belly full and your tits leaking. I’m not interested in turning you into a baby factory. We’re married and I believe marriage should be a once in a lifetime thing. I believe that we should be happy … and right this minute I believe that I want to fuck you.”
“But…”
“But what? This isn’t going to be about getting you pregnant, this is about me wanting to show you that I can make you feel good, that I can want to be with you with no ulterior motives whatsoever.” He started removing Jensen’s clothes, “And this is about you losing the last vestiges of that virginity you came to me with.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I’m going to have your ass tonight Jensen, and you’re going to love it.”
There had never been anything up Jensen’s ass and he wasn’t sure how much he liked the idea, but Jared wasn’t giving him the opportunity to think about it too deeply. Jared was sucking at his nipples and stroking his cock – which, to his horror, were both leaking. At this rate he was going to be suffering from severe dehydration because he could also feel how wet he was between his legs … much too wet … but Jared seemed to love the way he tasted, moving from his nipples, to his cock, to what he referred to as Jensen’s pussy. Jensen wanted to get angry about that – women had pussies and Jensen was NOT a woman, but Jared refused to listen, he just kept lapping and sucking and drinking him down. Jensen was torn between disgust and being so turned on he thought he was going to catch fire.
Jared moved back up his body, sucking at the beads of milk that were forming on his chest. His fingers started trailing the juices from his pussy down to his ass, using them as lubricant to wet that part of him Jared was really interested in claiming tonight.
“I love how you make your own lube. You’re so fucking amazing.”
Jensen was lost. As Jared’s fingers opened him up, moved over and into him, Jensen couldn’t see how there could be any pleasure in this, at least not for him. But he’d established himself as sexually submissive in this relationship. It was the role he knew and Jared expected, and he didn’t question it. He wouldn’t fight Jared on this. Wouldn’t say no …
“It’ll hurt at first, and then, once you get used to it, you’ll see fireworks.” Jared positioned himself at Jensen’s ass and pushed in, not stopping even when Jensen started to beg him to. Once he was in as far as he could go, he waited, holding himself still only long enough for the look of pain to fall away from his husband’s face.
Then he started moving.
The friction, the burn, began to subside but it wasn’t until Jared began to fondle his cock, suck at his neglected chest, that Jensen started to lose himself to sensation. Sparks were shooting from everywhere – even from somewhere inside his ass.
Jensen came long before Jared did and did little more than wince as Jared pulled out and rolled him onto his side, spooning up behind him before slipping back inside. “It’ll be better next time.” He kissed Jensen’s neck. “I know you’re tired, so you just relax and I’ll take it slow this time.”
It turned out slow was lovely … not that Jensen was prepared to admit it.
Jared reached for Jensen’s hand as they walked into the doctor’s office. Jared wasn’t worried about the doctor not confirming the pregnancy, no, that wasn’t the issue. What concerned him was his husband’s possible reaction to discovering exactly how pregnant he was.
Jensen still didn’t have a clue that multiple pregnancy was even a possibility … Jared hadn’t quite worked out how to break that news to him and part of him hoped that the fertility drugs had failed to work. Just depriving Jensen of his special tea would’ve been sufficient to allow conception, but using the drugs on top of that… Jared had to confess he was feeling a little of the customary guilt his marriage seemed to be built upon. Even though multiple pregnancies in women were relatively common, it was unheard of for it to ever happen in a carrier. There wasn’t the room inside a carrier to incubate multiples. The flesh wasn’t as elastic, the internal organs not as accommodating in the need for them to move and make room. This was the reason a carrier’s baby was smaller than a woman’s. Why the gestation period was shorter. Why multiple births never happened. Why Jensen would probably end up asking ‘why him?’ and why Jared had to make sure Jensen was taken care of by the best.
Jensen stripped in front of the doctor, too nervous to display anything but mild embarrassment. He jumped up on to the examination table and Jared moved to the opposite side of the table to reclaim Jensen’s hand.
The doctor barely addressed Jensen at all. When he did speak to him it was just to get the answers to basic questions or to give instructions. Jared didn’t comment, though he could see Jensen was uncomfortable and knew he would have to make it up to him later. He tried to recall whether their last visit had been like this and was ashamed when he couldn’t imagine it any other way.
Jensen’s grip on his hand got tighter as the doctor examined his chest and commented on how unusual it was that he was lactating so soon. He palpated Jensen’s stomach and seemed happy with Jensen’s assertion that there was no discomfort, and then he looked between Jensen’s legs. Examining his orifice and then causing Jensen to flinch when he decided to examine his anus, stating that Jensen’s asshole was looking inflamed.
Jensen suffered the humiliating exam in silence, and then the doctor took hold of his ultrasound wand, moving it over Jensen’s gel coated stomach and displaying the created images on the screen behind him.
He hmmmmd and aaaaahd, but Jared doubted Jensen could make out anything on the screen – Jared certainly couldn’t.
“Congratulations.”
“I’m definitely pregnant then?”
Jared wasn’t surprised by the lack of joy in Jensen’s voice, he also wasn’t surprised that the doctor ignored it, “You’re most definitely pregnant young man. About time too, to be honest.”
He turned toward Jared, dismissing Jensen as unimportant once he climbed down off the examination table.
Jared would have to consider choosing another doctor, especially as he was going to be working damned hard to convince Jensen that he would have the best medical help if he needed it. “Your father will be very happy Jared. I had dinner with him only last week and his concern rivalled your own about the lack of a pregnancy. I have to say this will more than make up for the delay.”
“What will?”
“Why, the triplets of course.”
Return to PART FIVE ~0~ Onwards towards PART SEVEN
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Date: 2011-02-05 08:59 pm (UTC)Srsly though, this boy has a lot to contend with...not least the fact that Jared gave him fertility drugs when he could very well have done without having discovered his secret! Shame on you Jared. Wait till Jensen finds out....there will be more broken glass in your house than not...lol.
However, this pregnancy looks like it could be very dangerous for Jensen. What may have previously been thought of as natural and easy for 'carriers' to bare, this particular pregnancy is looking more and more like Jensen's worst nightmare come true!! What a horrid trick to play on Jensen:).
Loved the scene where Jared took Jensen from behind in bed and it was 'lovely' ....Reminded me of an early scene in DM but where Jensen is not liking the penetration so much. Nicely done.
I'm completely enthralled by this story, and despite its similarities to DM it still retains it's own identity in Jared's singularly dominant character and Jensen's own lustfully accepting but frightened nature. As well as the obvious physical differences in the 'carriers'.
Great cliffy...Can't wait for the next instalment. xx
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Date: 2011-02-06 12:33 pm (UTC)I was very conscious that I may have been stearing too close to things that happened in DT and I hope the parallels don't spoil this for you.
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Date: 2011-02-06 06:23 pm (UTC)The similarities didn't spoil the story for me at all...It was different enough to provide an alternative perspective and outcome. xx
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Date: 2011-02-06 07:29 am (UTC)Yikes!!!
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Date: 2011-02-06 12:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-06 11:04 am (UTC)And his little sister can take a trip down the stairs. Poor Jensen.
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Date: 2011-02-06 12:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-07 09:39 am (UTC)Poor Jensen^^
Cant wait for moreeeeeeeeee ♥
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Date: 2011-02-11 07:47 am (UTC)I wonder whether Jensen would find out about the fertility drugs.
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Date: 2011-05-28 02:20 am (UTC)