A Delicate Decision

Author's Note: Thanks to Lady_E for the idea.

Brian's POV

It's four days later and all is NOT well, at the loft. Justin does not like having to stay his ass in bed. He wiggles, and complains, whines, and complains, sighs, and complains. Damn, Sunshine is being a pain in the ass, and not the good kind, either.

We haven't fucked since before Justin got shot. I know that Justin wants to fuck. He keeps asking me to, but I don't think it's a good idea. And yes, I know what you're thinking. Has Hell frozen over? No, it hasn't. But I don't want to hurt Justin or our baby.

Justin told me, that even though he is pregnant, it's still okay to fuck. I don't think so, and I also don't want to put either of them at risk of being hurt. He's been telling me to go and call Dr. Landry, and ask if we can resume having sex, but I haven't.

I look over at Justin, and he is sitting in bed drawing. It's probably another picture of me, or my beautiful nine-inch cock. As I continue to work on setting up my business, the phone rings. I look over at Justin, and he just continues drawing. Good boy.

I get up and answer the phone. "Hello?" I'm surprised at who's on the other end. "Hello, is this Brian Kinney?" I pause for a moment, and then recognize Dr. Landry's voice. "Yes, Dr. Landry, this is Brian." I hear a soft sigh of relief come from the other end.

"Dr. Landry?" I prompt him, and then I turn and look at Justin. For some reason, he's sporting a huge grin, and I wonder why. Dr. Landry begins to speak, and so I turn my attention back to him. He talks to me for several moments, and then I thank him and hang up.

"Oh Sunshine?" I say in a singsong voice. When I turn back and face my partner, he's grinning again. "Why did you call Dr. Landry, and ask him to tell me we could have sex?" Justin gives me an 'are you kidding me' type of look. "Because I had to."

I raise an eyebrow at him, so he explains. "Kiss me, Brian." Knowing where Justin is going with his, I walk over to him, and kiss him. As things begin to heat up, I let him take a little control. Justin quickly pulls off my shirt, and then my pants.

He grabs my dick, and begins to stroke it slowly. Pulling out of the kiss, I say, "Hold up. You have too many fucking clothes on." Justin grins, and then he quickly takes off his clothes. This is the first time that I have seen him naked, since finding out that he is pregnant.

Justin has a small pooch, that shows that he's pregnant. I pull him into my lap, and gently run my hand over his stomach. "What does it feel like?" I can't help but ask. Justin shrugs. "It feels weird. I get cravings for strange things, but then again, that is nothing new."

I nod. "Yeah, you're a human dumpster even when you're not pregnant." Justin huffs, and then he smacks my leg. Moments later, I decide to get this show on the road. I grab a condom and some lube. I roll the condom on my dick, and then lube up my fingers.

Then I put Justin's legs on my shoulders. I slip one finger in, and then another, as I prepare him. After several seconds, Justin grows impatient. He starts muttering under his breath, knowing that I can't hear what he's saying, but that I know he's not happy.

"Fuck me!" The words are growled at me, and I can't help but laugh out loud at how impatient Justin is. "Patience, Sunshine. It'll happen all in good time." Even though I'm not looking in his eyes, I can feel him glaring at me.

"Fuck me!" I smirk, and then when Justin is loosened enough, I remove my two fingers from his hole. Then I quickly slam my cock inside of him, and past the first ring of muscle. "YES!" Justin hisses as I slam into him over and over.

We get a rhythm going, and suddenly Justin grunts out, "Harder, Brian!" Well, my Sunshine always gets what he wants. So who am I to deny him this? I slam even harder inside of Justin, even though I'm afraid that we may end up hurting him or the baby.

I grab Justin's dick, and start to jerk him off. "YES!" His screams echo throughout the loft, as we get closer and closer to climax. When I feel the waves of pleasure start to wash over me, I speed up my hand on his dick. Several moments later, we both cry out our orgasms.

I fall back against my pillow, and Justin falls on top of me, sated. We don't move from our positions, and I don't even care that his hot, sticky body is crushing mine. After several minutes, though, I have to ask. "Are you and our baby okay?"

Justin finally moves off of me, and he lays down beside me. He is silent for a beat, and then speaks. "We are fine, Brian. Both of us. You need to stop worrying. You're gonna give yourself a heart attack. You're not so young, you know. It does happen to men your age."

I turn to Justin, after his quip about my age. I pull him close to me, and I kiss him. When the kiss ends, I pull away and whisper, "Twat," in his ear. Justin laughs, and then we slowly get up and head to take a shower. So we take a shower, and then climb back in bed naked.

I spoon into Justin, as I have taken to doing at night. I wrap my arms around his waist, and pull him a little closer. I breathe in his scent, and sigh, relaxed. I hear Justin laugh softly, and then his body begins to relax as he falls asleep.