Nov. 12, 2012: Sleepless

“Morning, Son-shine,” Joel called as he, clad in naught but his boxers, brought Sonny’s breakfast to him. Doctor Hubbard had recommended complete bed rest- no more shows for the rest of Sonny’s heat and pregnancy. And as much as Roadhog was peeved with them for it, it was doctor’s orders. Joel was bummed that the tour came to such a quick end, himself, but he couldn’t say it wasn’t good to be home. 

Meowingtons laid sprawled across Sonny’s lap, purring up a storm while Sonny scratched his belly. It was incredible. Meowingtons wouldn’t even let Joel touch his belly.

“Can’t believe we get out of touring and you’re already cheating on me,” Joel said, rolling his eyes as he sat next to Sonny and offered him a plate of waffles, drizzled tastefully with maple syrup. Oh, Canada. 

“It’s not my fault,” Sonny defended as he took his plate. “The pussy just throws itself at me!”

“I thought you were gay. God, Sonny, a liar and a cheater. I don’t even know you anymore.”

Sonny giggled at that. He leaned in to kiss Joel, thankful to have his breakfast brought to him. He began eating, but just a few bites in, Joel prodded at him. 

“Think you’re forgetting something?”

Sonny looked over to Joel and then down at his open palm, which held two pills- a tablet and a capsule. One to suppress his immune system, and one for… well, the other thing that would help get him pregnant. Sonny took the pills and swallowed them along with his waffle. 

“Thanks for remembering, baby.”

“Mmhm.” Joel cuddled up to Sonny’s side, reaching down to pet Meowingtons where he laid while Sonny ate. “Where would you be without me?”

“Mm.” Sonny took a moment to swallow his food before answering, “Don’t know. I never really wanted to do anything but music, so, probably an illegal warehouse in LA.”

“God. You really fucking did need me and my label.”

“Nuh-uh, I still have Matt and Derek’s numbers. I could have called and asked to rejoin From First To Last if I was desperate. Warped Tour is still going.”

“But then Gerard wouldn’t have recognized your stage name and talked to you about alien shit and you’d be dead.”

“No, maybe in another life I could have been opening for MCR and had my heat hit while touring with them or something!”

“And then Gerard would have fucked you backstage?”

Sonny made a face at that. “Ew, no. Don’t make it weird.”

“He totally has a crush on you,” Joel teased, letting his hand wander away from Meowingtons, across the sheets and up Sonny’s sweatshirt. “Oh, yeah, just like that, little rockstar, you suck dick so good~”

“Joel!”

“I know, right?” Joel snorted. “What a horrible fate I saved you from.”

“No, don’t make it like that.” Sonny huffed. “He calls me little rockstar because he met me at Warped Tour when I was 16 and he really thought my band was gonna make it big. Like, we didn’t talk one-on-one a lot, but I always looked up to him and I guess that feeling was requited. He saw something in me, you know?”

“Oh, that’s cute,” Joel muttered, finger tracing circles over Sonny’s tummy. He chose not to mention how familiar the story sounded. “Well, guess he was right that you’d be something someday.”

“Yeah, three Grammys later.”

Sonny quickly finished the last of his pancakes and set his cleared plate onto the bedside table. Almost as soon as his hands were free, Joel leaned down to kiss Sonny. His lips were still sweet and sticky with the remnants of maple, and Joel was more than happy to lick it off for him. Sonny parted his lips for Joel and shifted on the bed to accommodate him. Joel reached to caress Sonny’s hips, fingertips gentle against his-

“Shit!” Joel hissed, yanking his hand away as Meowingtons scratched him. The cat arched its back protectively, and displeased, Joel picked the poor thing up. 

“Bad, bad kitty. This household has a zero-tolerance policy for homophobia,” Joel chided as he carried Meowingtons to the bedroom door. He set him on the ground and closed the door, listening to Sonny’s adorable laugh all the while. 

“We should report a hate crime,” Sonny suggested playfully.

“That stupid cat just wants you for your body,” Joel scoffed, making his way back over to the bed. He settled on top of Sonny and placed his hands right back where they were, picking up where he left off.

“Aw. So you don’t want my body?”

“Well…” Joel smirked and pushed up Sonny’s shirt, exposing his pudgy stomach. God, he couldn’t be happier that Sonny had gained weight, even if he was now starting to lose it again. “It’s a nice little bonus.”

“You know how to make a man feel appreciated~”

Joel shrugged, though it was with a smile, and leaned down to kiss Sonny again, and again, his spindly fingers caressing the curves of his body as his tongue parted his lips greedily. He wanted to take Sonny and truly make him his , make that cute tummy swell with new life, with Joel’s baby. He wanted Sonny to belong to him, solely and completely. It was maddening.

Sonny gasped for air as Joel parted their lips, settling back into his lap. Sonny was hard already, and judging by the tent in his boxers, Joel was too. Joel pulled the sheets back and shifted them around, removing Sonny’s underwear before hooking his legs around his waist.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” Joel teased, rutting his still-clothed cock against Sonny’s, a whimper escaping the younger male.

“Joel…” Sonny whined, half a plea. “Can- can you be gentle with me today? I still want to, just… my head…”

“Oh, Son…” Joel sighed sympathetically. Sonny had been getting worse since he started the new medicine, there was no denying it. He was beginning to get these headaches-and-nausea spells more regularly, and while they were never so bad that he passed out again, it did often result in Sonny puking up what little he could make himself eat that day, and sometimes it got in the way of their sex life. 

“Of course,” Joel agreed. 

His grip tightened around Sonny’s midsection as he peppered kisses along his neck, soft and sincere. As he traveled lower, his tongue met Sonny’s pheromonal glands. As the swelling progressed, they’d become more easily noticeable- small slits in the skin there, almost little bean shapes, which revealed the smooth red gland underneath. It wasn’t exactly comforting to see them swell to such an extent that Sonny had to wear a scarf should he leave the house, but goddamn were they sensitive in this state. 

Joel’s tongue eagerly explored the little slits, the smooth texture of the gland hidden underneath. They tasted almost sour-sweet. Sonny whimpered and moaned in response to his ministrations.

“Oh, Joel… Joel, please-”

Joel grazed his teeth along the skin just above the slit, but Sonny shot the idea down as quickly as it had formed, gently pushing Joel back. He offered an apologetic smile. “You can lick, just don’t bite.”

“Right, sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Sonny rocked his hips up against Joel’s. “How about we cut the foreplay?”

“Eager,” Joel commented, though didn’t complain. It was probably the aphrodisiac speaking, anyway. He pulled down his boxers enough to free his cock, standing proud. He let his hands come to settle on Sonny’s fleshy, luscious hips as he pushed into him. Sonny bit his lip as Joel sank inside, and threw his head back with pleasure as he buried himself to the hilt.

“Fuck, Sonny,” Joel groaned, rocking his hips against Sonny- movements shallow, just to be sure. “You feel so fucking good around me.”

“Yeah?” Sonny muttered, eyes hazy as he looked up at Joel. 

“So good,” Joel groaned, bucking into Sonny just a little harder- not rough, but enough to let him really feel it. Sonny’s breath hitched as he repeated the motion. “So perfect. Just made to take my cock, huh?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Sonny moaned, hips gyrating against Joel’s in return. “Just for you. Just you and, oh, fuck-”

Joel let his hands wander Sonny’s body, pushing his shirt up further, letting his thumbs ghost over the buds of his nipples. He leaned down to kiss Sonny’s neck again, fucking into him deeper with the better angle all the while. “Yeah, that’s right. All for me. Gonna let me fuck my baby into you like a fucking good boy, ‘cause that’s what you were made for.” 

“Joel-” Sonny gasped, nails digging into Joel’s back, legs hooking around his hips to pull him in deeper. “Fuck, Joel, do it, fill me up with- your- ah-” 

Sonny was evidently having trouble finding words, struggling against the overwhelming pleasure as Joel rocked into him, slow and methodical but just right , so deep, so good.

“Oh, poor thing,” Joel cooed patronizingly, one hand pinching Sonny’s nipple and twisting it. A bit rough, but Sonny usually liked a little pain, even if he said he wanted it gentle. “Just falling apart under me, aren’t you? Just can’t take it?”

Sonny little more than moaned in response, a high whimper escaping his throat. It was enough for Joel. God knows Sonny’s adorable noises turned him on more than anything else. He let go of Sonny’s nipple and ran his fingers over the slits in his neck, making him squirm.

“That’s what I thought.” 

Joel could feel the heat beginning to pool in his groin, his orgasm slowly building as he rocked into Sonny, into his fucking beautiful, sexy husband. Sonny, who was so perfect, the soon-to-be mother of his firstborn and God, Joel couldn’t imagine wanting this with anyone else, starting a family with anyone else.

“Sonny,” Joel gasped out as he shot his load into Sonny, not minding the way Sonny’s feet pressed into his ass to push him in further, deeper. He rocked through his orgasm, almost unable to stop the whimpering sounds that escaped him. It was to some extent embarrassing, how his domineering front had caved all at once, but Joel tried his hardest not to care. As he slowed to a still, Joel pulled out and looked up at Sonny breathlessly. 

Sonny let his hands come to cup Joel’s cheeks and pulled him up for a kiss. As Joel leaned up to meet his lips, he felt Sonny’s cock poking him in the hip. Should probably do something about that.

Wordlessly, lips still interlocked, Joel wrapped his hand around Sonny’s length, eagerly stroking as they kissed. He swallowed Sonny’s sounds of pleasure, lust melting on his tongue as he explored Sonny’s warmth. 

“So good for me,” Joel praised, breath hot on Sonny’s lips. “Taking me so well… letting me fucking use you…”

Sonny bit his lip to muffle himself, a habit so annoying that Joel took Sonny’s lips into his own once again. Sonny moaned against Joel as he spilled his seed, hot white streaks of cum dribbling down Joel’s skinny fingers as he worked Sonny to completion. Sonny gasped for air as Joel pulled away.

Joel offered a crooked smile. “Your head feel any better now?”

“It does,” Sonny confirmed, quietly. Like he felt small. Joel slumped on top of him and wiped his fingers off on his own boxers- wash ‘em later, whatever- before wrapping his arms around Sonny. 

“Good. Hopefully you’ll be feeling better all over soon.”