Shark Week

professor-greg-doyle:

Greg looked at Brain and pulled him close and rubbed his back. “Come on, I’m sorry, baby. I just didn’t think it would be so soon. I thought we would have a chance to actually get you pregnant. I thought it would take by now. It’s kinda annoying.” He reached over to the side of the bed and got out some pain killers and the bottle of water he left on the side table. “Take these. Cuddle up to me. When we get up I’ll get you something to take care of it with.”

Brian’s frown lessened slightly, and he curled up against Greg, sighing slightly. “S’okay. It’ll happen eventually, I bet,” he murmured quietly, more to himself than to Greg. Shifting, he carefully took the pills and water from the other man. “We really should get up.” His voice was laced with what sounded like sternness, but the exhaustion weighed heavily in his body. There wasn’t a chance he was going to move willingly. Downing the medicine with a gulp of water, he set them on the table again. “How long do these things usually last?” Brian questioned, shifting to press himself into Greg, basking in the warmth, a mild distraction from the cramps near the base of his spine and the migraine throbbing in his temples.

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Shark Week

professor-greg-doyle:

Greg’s eyes were closed when he heard his husband. He sighed and stood up, moving into the bedroom. “What’s wrong baby?” He yawned as he laid down behind his husband and started massaging Brian’s side, hoping it would help. He wasn’t sure what was wrong. “What do you think this is?” He thought about everything for a minute and then it hit him. “I think the potion took, Brian. I think you’re- you know, about to start your period.” He was trying not to laugh, but it was kinda comical. 

Brian felt the other man’s hand on his side, and for a moment it gave him a burst of relief. But a moment later, it dissipated, and his frowned deepened as he attempted to formulate an answer. “I don’t know,” he muttered, shrugging slightly before flinching. “Maybe I ate something.” After hearing Greg, he didn’t move whatsoever, stunned silence still in the air. Brian heard his partner trying not to laugh, and he rolled over to glare at him. The scowl was ruined, though, by the pain that twisted across his face. “Fuck you,” Brian murmured, squeezing his eyes shut.

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Shark Week

professor-greg-doyle:

Greg woke up to Brian tossing and turning and being generally grumpy. “Get it yourself. I just got to bed.” It was true, after having sex the night before, Charlie woke up and decided to be up and down all night, Ronnie arriving a few hours earlier to take over. He pulled the blankets over his head and tried to go back to sleep when he felt a shove and a hard kick. “All right all right you prissy bitch.” He groaned as he got up. His muscles were fatigued with the lack of rest as he closed the curtains. He stood and walked to the wardrobe, getting out a blanket. He went to the chase lounge chair and got in it, covering up. He didn’t want to get back in the bed with whatever took over his  fiance. 

"Do I look like I care?" Brian mumbled into the pillow, voice muffled by the fabric. "Get your ass out of bed and go." Hearing the other shifting in bed, he grinned from his triumph, before cringing at the sharp pain the jolted into his lower abdomen. As the light in the room all but disappeared into a soft glow, Brian’s face remained contorted slightly, the twisted cringe a crystalline image of what he was experiencing.

For a few moments, he waited for Greg to return to the bed, eager for the feeling of his warmth. As the space continued to be empty and cold, Brian frowned not from pain, but from the sting of the loneliness. “G-Greg? Can you come back?” His voice softened. “It’s, uh, kinda cold, and ‘m not feeling great, I think.” A wave of dizziness washed over him, and he curled up in the sheets, head pounding.

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Shark Week

"Greg," Brian drawled, face smushed into his pillow as he felt sunlight streaming through the windows. "Close the fucking curtains. I wanna sleep." Burying himself further under the blanket, he groaned, a twinge of pain spreading throughout his lower back, causing him to shove the man on the other side of the bed, kicking him sharply. "Go." Brian shifted slightly, cringing in discomfort as he realized there wasn’t a way to get comfortable. Rolling against his fiancé’s side, he edged him closer to the edge of the bed.

: Trying for the improbable

professorbrianhiggins:

"Good thing I’m awake then. Don’t want you going crazy, now do we?" Grinning, Brian curled up against the man, contentedly sighing. “Sorry I was out so long," he murmured, shaking his head. “It was horrible when you were out." Perking up at the mention of the…

A tender smile crossing his face, Brian nodded quietly, shifting slightly to get a better look at the screen. His eyes widened as he watched the little girl crawling across the screen, his heart swelling with affection and love. “She does love him,” he murmured, gaze never leaving the phone. “I can’t believe she’s crawling.” His voice was almost impossible to hear, but he didn’t care, because all that mattered right then was his daughter. His grin grew as Greg drew up the next video on his phone. Brian sat in stunned silence up until the end, upon which he turned to the man next to him. Scooting as close as he could without sitting in the man’s lap, he grinned at him, shaking his head. “That’s our baby girl.”

Trying for the improbable

Greg kissed Brian’s head, “I was out of my mind worried about you. I wanted you to wake up the second you passed out. Which was pretty fucking scary by the way.” His voice was laced with the fear as his mind went back to the moment his fiance just fell out in the floor. He nodded. “I made some videos. You will like them. I made them for you. We can watch them when you want. Also, whenever you want me to get her back you can just let me know. I don’t know how you feel right now.” He smiled. “I really missed you.”

"Good thing I’m awake then. Don’t want you going crazy, now do we?" Grinning, Brian curled up against the man, contentedly sighing. "Sorry I was out so long," he murmured, shaking his head. "It was horrible when you were out." Perking up at the mention of the videos, Brian’s smile widened. "I want to watch them as soon as possible." He paused for a bit,must sitting in the quietness that only featured their breathing. "Do you… Do you think that maybe we could pick her up tomorrow? Together? I miss her like crazy, but..we haven’t really been alone in what feels like forever, besides right now. We haven’t had the chance to do something completely stupid, like we used to."

Trying for the improbable

Greg smiles at Brian as he gets under the blankets, pulling Brian with him. He holds the man tightly and kisses his head. “You wanna hear about every thing you misses? Well, Charlie’s crawling now. She’s not too good at it, but still. Also, one of her teeth are coming in and it makes her very unpleasant sometimes. Ronnie, he’s moving closer, just to help out with everything. He has her now. After the first few days, since you were out for so long, He took her because I was positively a wreck. But yeah, that’s all you missed. Besides the whole transformation that I think you are kinda caught up on”

Brian leaned into the touch, arms wrapping around the solid warmth of his fiancé. Closing his eyes, he nodded weakly, humming a yes. Tracing small circles on the other’s skin as he listened, Brian’s smile faded slightly when he heard that Ronnie had Charlie, before he realized that it was probably better that way. Shifting to look at Greg, he pecked his lips with a wide grin. “Seems like you were busy.” Pausing, he quirked an eyebrow, watching the other man. “Have you filmed Charlie crawling yet? I think we should. Just for..memories and such.”

Trying for the improbable

professor-greg-doyle:

Greg slowed to a stop as he let Brian’s body work through his release. He kissed him, turning his head before smiling.  He waited a few moments in silence. When Brian had finally came down, Greg kissed him again. “I’m fucking glad you are awake”

When he opens his eyes several minutes later, come is covering Greg’s hand, his stomach and parts of his chest and  it’s the most perfect thing he’s ever seen, so Brian can’t help the look of sheer satisfaction crossing his face. He breathes in deeply, hands reaching out to pull Greg down into a warm embrace, lips kissing over his cheek, his jaw and nuzzling just below his ear. He lays like this for a while, just smiling, the tingling buzz slowing in his veins. There’s the strangest mixture of reverence and wonder in Brian’s voice when he speaks, voice raw with emotion. “I know.”

Trying for the improbable

professor-greg-doyle:

Greg wrapped his free arm around Brian’s chest, holding him close as he stroked Brian fast and hard, flicking his wrist on the upstroke. He kissed his fiance’s neck and shoulder, anywhere he could reach. “Come for me please.” He picked up the pace. 

Brian’s hands are trembling, as he digs his nails deep into the sheets, pulling him impossible closer, his neck stretched, revealing as much skin as possible for the other man to lick and kiss and bite. It takes only a few more coordinated thrusts and pulls on his cock and Brian is coming, mouth wide open in a cry of pleasure, as he feels his endorphines rushing through him.

Trying for the improbable

professor-greg-doyle:

Greg smiled at him, kissing him. He ran his fingers up and down the man’s chest before moving it down to his penis, stroking it hard. He had read that if the carrier orgasms, it will increase the chances of conception. Greg kissed Brian as he stroked him, flicking his wrist on the up. He moaned in his ear. 

Brian moaned softly, pressing back up against Greg slightly as his eyes fluttered shut. When he felt Greg’s hand begin to move, he stiffened slightly, before melting against the man. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, but he pushed off the moment until the very last second. Head falling back against Greg’s shoulder, he moaned again, body trembling slightly.

Trying for the improbable

Greg lifted up his hips and started fucking Brian harder and faster. He was shaking already, knowing that he wasn’t going to last long. He kept kissing Brian and moaning. He felt so close but didn’t want it to end. He couldn’t stop it though. He slammed hard into Brian, releasing himself. He stopped moving while he was all the way in. He then pulled a pillow and put it under Brian’s hips before pulling out, he kissed the man before getting up and getting a rag to clean everything up. “Lay like that half a hour and then you can clean up the rest of the way, you’re pretty bloody.” He climbed in bed and held Brian, kissing his shoulder

Brian moaned into the kiss, wanting to cry out ever time Greg slammed into him. He could feel Greg shaking, and knew he was trembling himself. When he felt Greg finish, he gasped for a moment, laying back and sucking in breath. Letting Greg shift him, Brian kept his eyes closed, exhaustion prickling at the corners of his mind as he kissed back. A few seconds later, he glanced down at Greg, smiling softly. “Okay.” Breathing quietly, he leaned against Greg. “I love you.”

Trying for the improbable

Greg sighed as he began to fuck into Brian. He gasped and rocked his hips harder. He didn’t know why he felt so close to the edge, why he was almost there without hardly any prompting. The thought of getting Brian pregnant was chasing him. He smiled at the man as he kissed him. “So beautiful. I can’t wait until we have our baby.” 

Brian moaned softly, wrapping his legs around Greg’s waist. “Come on,” he breathed, ignoring the numbing pain, and focusing on the pleasure. Kissing back, he nodded, pain flickering across his face. “Me too.” He pulled Greg down for a rougher kiss, before gasping again, hands reaching up to dig into Greg’s shoulders. “More.”

Trying for the improbable

professor-greg-doyle:

professorbrianhiggins:

Brian frowned as he felt Greg shift, and he sat up on his elbows, watching Greg. “Hey.” Sitting up completely, he heard Greg sigh softly, and felt a bit..hurt? When Greg came back over, Brian shook his head, pulling Greg back up to him, and kissing him softly. “Come on. It’s okay.” Smiling slightly, he kissed the man’s nose. “Put a baby in me, stupid.”

Greg allowed himself to be pulled back up and shook his head. “I can’t fuck you if I’m hurting you that bad. It’s just not fair to you.” He sighed and then shook himself. He lined himself back up and entered the man again, this time staying all the way seated and not moving. He started to rock his hips a bit. “I don’t think I’m going to last long.”

"It’s okay. Of course it’s going to hurt. But I’m okay." Smiling slightly, Brian prepared himself this time, closing his eyes, and breathing evenly. Just focus. When the pain from Greg entering lessened, he looked at him again, nodding. “Just go. Okay? Actually move.” A crooked grin appeared on his face as he watched Greg, trying to distract himself.

Trying for the improbable

Greg smiled softly at him before pulling out all the way, standing up and walking to the bathroom. He leaned over the sink before cleaning himself off. He sighed before walking back out to Brian. He got on the bed between Aaron’s legs, taking the man’s now wilted erection in his mouth

Brian frowned as he felt Greg shift, and he sat up on his elbows, watching Greg. “Hey.” Sitting up completely, he heard Greg sigh softly, and felt a bit..hurt? When Greg came back over, Brian shook his head, pulling Greg back up to him, and kissing him softly. “Come on. It’s okay.” Smiling slightly, he kissed the man’s nose. “Put a baby in me, stupid.”

Trying for the improbable

Wyatt nodded, knowing that it hurt. He pulled out and then pushed back in slowly, stopping halfway, he knew since he had broken the barrier it would be less painful in a minute, so he kept just the tip and about an inch in, rocking it gently. “You okay baby?”

Brian cringed as Greg pulled out, deepening his breaths as he tried to maintain control. Biting his lip, hard, he stiffened as Greg pushed back in, breath hitching in his throat. Pausing for a moment as the other man rocked, he nodded, voice cracking as he spoke. “Yeah, I’m good.”

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