“Road Map” - Stogan AU smut drabble (mpreg)
A small bit of something I’m working on
Mike woke up to a weird sensation of a finger drawing shapes on his skin. “Whatterya doin’, Ben?”
“Ah, you’re awake.”
“Mmmph.” Mike grumbled. Ben thought it was cute. “Y’ never answered my question.”
“Tracing states.”
“---Wha?”
“I do a little geography lesson with my World History classes.” Ben explained, continuing through tracing the state of West Virginia, “I’m just…testing myself.”
Mike sighed as Ben’s tracing took him around one of his nipples. He had a sneaking suspicion that this wasn’t just a reviewing session. “And what state was that?”
“Missouri.”
Ben’s finger began to take wider strokes and take up more space on Mike’s body.
Mike leaned up on his elbows to look at Ben. “Tell me, do these tests also deal with topography?”
“Oh sure,” Ben replied cheerily, now using more fingers to illustrate. “Mount Rushmore, Black Hills,” Mike gasped as Ben started to drag his tongue straight down his midsection.
“A river of some sort?” Mike squeaked as Ben paused at his belly button, biting lightly at the skin there.
“The Mississippi,” Ben replied casually, before continuing to drag his tongue until he encountered Mike’s erection, sticking straight up. Ben pressed a kiss to the tip, “And, here’s The Space Needle.”
Mike sat up with an amused look on his face, “The Space Needle isn’t a topographic landmark and is NOWHERE near the—ohhGOD—” Mike fell back onto the bed, moaning loudly, as Ben had taken him into his mouth in one go. “Jesus, warn a man -”
Ben only laughed, the sound muffled by Mike’s cock in his mouth. He swirled a tongue about the tip before opening his mouth wider to take more of Mike into his mouth. Ben trailed a hand up to entwine with Mike’s as he continued to pleasure his love. The sounds of Mike sighing and moaning spurred Ben on, pushing him to give it as good as Mike had hours ago. He pulled his mouth back, letting his free hand continue to stroke Mike as he took in the sight of his love with his head thrown back, lost in the sensations.
He felt his breath catch as those green eyes turned to look into his blue, a crooked grin on that handsome Irish face. Ben leaned up to kiss those full lips, his hand still stroking at Mike’s hard member. He smiled into those lips as he felt Mike’s hand pull away to cradle his face in his big hands, controlling the kiss as he saw fit.
“What do you need, Michael?” Ben asked as they pulled away for air.
“You know what I need.”
“Think the baby minds that I keep invading?”
“He’s just a clump of cells right now - he’ll just think it’s turbulence.” Mike planted his feet on the bed, slotting Ben between his legs. “This a good enough clue, Mr. Stone?”
Ben said nothing at first but released his grip on Mike’s cock to reposition himself better, before reaching over to where they’d left the lube. Mike closed his eyes in pleasure as Ben took his time in slicking himself up while preparing Mike.
“You think it’s a boy?” Ben asked, conversationally, as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out, driving his lover mad.
“G-god, what do you think?”
“I wouldn’t mind a girl, either.” Ben teased, his fingers bending and searching before finding the clump of nerves that caused Mike to cry out.
“M-me neither…Jesus, Ben,” Mike groaned, “You’re terrible, you know that -”
“Patience is a virtue, my love,” Ben kidded, still stretching.
“And payback is a bitch, Stone.”
“Ooh, language.”
Mike growled, pulling Ben down to kiss him hungrily, satisfied in the dazed look in those blue eyes as they parted. “I want you. Now.”
“Yes, sir.” Ben agreed, carefully beginning to press into Mike’s entrance. He enjoyed how Mike’s body reacted to their physical connection, watching how that body flowed with him in unison. Ben covered his love with his body, carefully rolling his hips, Mike’s arms tight around him, those delicious little gasps and sighs tickling Ben in the little recesses of his brain, completely devoid of thought and focused only on sensation.
This connection - this is where Ben always longed to be, held in the arms of his love, his love, his heaven. His Michael. The one bearing their child. His forever.
Forever. Ben and Mike wanted this connection to be forever, their lovemaking to stretch to the end of time, but as their breathing began to quicken, the need to come came roaring in like a river. Ben bent down, gasping, to kiss Mike, their tongues twining in between moans. Ben leaned up and began to quicken his pace, hammering into Mike, watching him intently, telling his how amazing he felt, how much he loved him, his forever, and Mike was suddenly coming, untouched, crying out as he bent his head back, lost in the overwhelming sensations of his orgasm.
Ben followed soon after, gasping and sputtering, coming deep into Mike. Once spent, he draped himself about Mike, not quite caring about anything else in that moment, just the blissful sensations of yet another overwhelming orgasm. He pressed a butterfly-soft kiss to Mike’s jaw, nuzzling into his neck.
They lay there like that, still connected until sleep claimed them both.









