#implied stealthing

To be fair, he should've known something was up when Mox said he didn't want to use a condom and almost seemed irritated when Wheeler had insisted. But despite it all, he had trusted him giving into his demand.

Now, staring at the positive test in his hand, Wheeler just feels stupid. And a little sick. And a lot angry.

Mox looks at him with apathy as he storms up to him, and that only makes him angrier.

"How the hell did this happen?!" He practically shoves the test in Mox's face, seething when he looks at it just for his lips to twitch up into a smug smirk.

"Didn't think I had ta explain tha birds 'n bees to ya at this point, Yoots." Wheeler's hand twitches. "We fucked."

"With condoms!" Mox leans back, legs spread slightly with his fingers laced behind his head.

"Yer always so out of it with a dick inside of ya," he says conversationally, like Wheeler isn't fucking pregnant. "I took the condom off. Ya didn't know or care. Didn't even complain as I filled up yer pretty little-"

He strikes before he can stop himself, slapping him hard enough to turn Mox's head.

"Fuck you, Jon." Mox turns to look at him again with a level look, though there's steel in his eyes.