*contains Mpreg*

Mike's pregnancy with Mark Wakefield's baby

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"Mike," Brad groaned. "I don't care if you play games on that phone but you're not making business calls. You're supposed to be resting."

The half-Asian glanced up at Brad from his place on the bed, one hand pressed to his pregnant belly as the other hovered over the keypad of his phone.

"I'm in bed, Bradford...wouldn't you call that resting?"

"It's a good start. I'll call it resting when you stop thinking about work and just RELAX."

The guitarist could never be exactly stern with Mike, even when he tried. As he watched Mike's sweet features form into an irresistable pout, his gaze quickly softened and he scrunched up his nose at the vocalist.

Mike's pixie cut was ruffled around his eyes from lounging throughout the morning; and he wore an oversize white dress shirt he'd begged Joe to give him once he'd started growing.

"Well maybe if you'd join me..." Mike stretched out his arms coyly and then giggled, biting his lip.

Brad ran a hand through his hair and exhaled raggedly.

"Oh babe. Don't even play around like that. I don't think I'd be able to let you rest if I was in that bed with you."

"It's okay...please Brad...please come here."

He sat forward, his huge eyes pleading along with his rich, tender voice. That voice was like red wine, Brad realized as he succumbed...

"Fuck it-"

He lunged across the bed and wrapped his lips around the other's possessively, devouring him with a moan. His hands instinctively went to the vocalist's ass and he groped it as he kissed him roughly again, swallowing a surprised gasp from Mike's throat.

"B-Brad I, please-"

Brad stiffened immediately as he pulled back to look Mike over with concern.

"I'm so sorry," he murmured breathlessly. "Did I hurt you?"

Mike shook his head. "No, no you just took me by surprise. I thought we were about to go right then and there..."

Brad sighed. "That's what I mean, Mike. You make me crazy. I feel like a fucking machine these days, I just want to keep going and going till my head explodes."

Mike chuckled as he stroked the damp curls at the nape of Brad's neck.

"Well please don't do that...I really like you with a head."

"I'm serious. I feel like I'm too rough with you when we make love. God, I'm honestly concerned I'm gonna hurt you and the baby."

"Hey." Mike gently forced Brad to look him in the eyes. "My body knows what the baby needs. If something's too rough I'll know. You wouldn't let me get hurt..."

Brad laid a hand on Mike's belly gently, caressing the bump. "I've always thought you'd be an incredible mother. I don't know of anyone else more perfect for this than you. You're so strong, so beautiful."

Mike's hand joined Brad's, clutching against the soft white material of his shirt as he stared down at himself.

"It's so hard to believe, honestly. It's exciting of course, but I-I can't help being scared about everything..."

Brad pulled him into his arms, and he buried his face against the slender chest.

"As long as I can have you..." Mike continued after a moment, taking in Brad's scent and finding comfort in the steadiness of his breathing. "You didn't want to leave me even when you knew I was gonna have his baby. Brad I never told you how scared I was that you'd leave-"

"Shhhh, I wouldn't. I'd do anything for you. Besides..."

Brad tilted Mike's chin upward.

"I really don't know if I want to be the one responsible for your pain." The guitarist's face took on a worried expression as he traced a thumb over the feathery hairs at Mike's chin.

"Childbirth?"

"Yeah..." Brad murmured. Not wanting to cause Mike any undue stress, he shifted and began to massage the vocalist's bare legs gently, making him squirm and cry out in pleasure.

"Oh Brad that feels so good," he whimpered. Looking up at the curly-haired man from under his long eyelashes, he suddenly began to unbutton his shirt with a blissful smile.

"Brad...take your clothes off? I just want to lie here naked with you. All day."

Brad could barely form any words in response as Mike pushed the remainder of the fabric from his shoulders to reveal all the soft, beautiful curves of his developing body.

"You're finally gonna do what I asked, huh?" Brad moved forward to kiss his lover sweetly as both their hands fumbled with his own clothes between caresses.

"Ohh I'm thinking of being a good boy today," Mike chuckled against Brad's rough beard. "Just tell me what you want..."