Brad turned off the engine and turned to his best friend who was struggling to keep his eyes open. "I doubt Chester is going to let you sleep." Brad smiled and Mike turned and weakly smiled.

"I don't care; I just want to see him. Is Rob still here?" Mike asked before stifling a yawn.

"Yeah, Chester went into cleaning mode this morning- we tried to make him rest but he's so fussy and restless."

"I'll have to take him to bed then." Mike grinned cheekily as he opened the car door and walked to the boot of the car.

"Me and Rob will make a swift exit then. Cause Chester has a lot to show you." Brad responded following his band member.

"The video." Mike smiled warmed and his eyes sparkled. An expression Brad had only seen occasionally over the last few months.

"Yes.... it's quite some video." Brad chuckled to himself.

"I can't believe you've seen it and I haven't. Fucking tour." Mike muttered pulling bags from the boot.

"Fucking tour? Did those words come from Mr Shinoda's mouth?" Brad gasped in mock horror, leaning against the car.

"I didn't mean it like that- I’m just missing out, you know how it is man- I mean it was the same with Project Revolutions- Elisa was heavily-"

"Are you gonna stand out there all day or are you gonna come give your boyfriend and unborn baby some love?" Chester called out and both men looked up to see him stood in the door way clothed in loose cargos and STP tee shirt that tightened round his swollen bump.

"Chester!" Mike sighed out and jogged over to him, "Wow- look at you! You've grown so much!" He exclaimed, his hand going to the middle of Chester’s protruding belly, before smoothly guiding round to his back and pulling him into a hug.

"I've missed you." Chester gasped, breathless at the emotion as he pulled back, cupped Mike's face in his hands and kissed his lips, "You look exhausted."

"I am, but touring is over now. Fort Minor is back in the CD rack and it's this," Mike's hand returned to the bump, "And our album that matter now."

"Sounds good to me." Rob said from where he'd been stood watching the affectionate moment.

"Give us a hand bringing Mike's bags in." Brad called and Rob nodded, slipping past the couple.

"Have I got presents?" Chester grinned as Mike's thumb stroked over his rosy cheek.

"You look so healthy." Mike sighed, his constant worries finally cast aside. Everyday Chester would reassure him he was fine over the phone. Mike's paranoia had stopped him from sleeping; the emcee knew Chester would hide any problems from him to stop him worrying, which ironically just worried him more.

"I told you!" Chester pulled his arm and led him to the living room where he settled himself on the couch and Mike slumped down next to him and coiled his body into Chester’s.

"I did buy you a few presents. And I've spoilt our little boy." Mike laughed into Chester's shoulder as he pressed a kiss to the clothed bone.

"He has more clothes than me!" Chester laughed, his hand running comforting circles over his bump.

"Well he will be a fashion conscious baby obviously- taking after you." Mike smiled and nipped the former blonde’s neck between his lips.

"Fuck I'm so glad you're home. I had a horrible dream last night- I had to wake Rob up and make him calm me down."

"What?" Mike asked sitting up to look his partner in the eye.

"A nightmare that your plane crashed. and I when I heard the news i went into labour and had no one with me to hold my hand." Chester let out a low whimper, the dream still so vivid in his mind.

"Oh baby, well it was just a dream and I'm here now and wild rhinos couldn't get me to leave you right now." Mike kissed his lips and his hand clasped over Chester’s own on his stomach. "Only nine more weeks and our little boy will be rivalling your screams."

"That boy is going to come earlier if Chester doesn't rest more." Rob commented as flopped down on the armchair opposite them.

"Yes- no more exertion from you." Mike warned.

"I'm so fidgety though Mike. I can't sit still." Chester whined.

"Well I'll have to think of something to keep you in bed." Mike grinned.

"Yeah get all that stuff in now- you won't have time once Michael Jr arrives." Brad joined them.

"Well you would know." Chester quickly replied and Brad pulled a sarcastic smile at him.

"So show me the video!" Mike exclaimed and Chester squealed while both Brad and Rob masked silent groans. Chester jumped up far too energetically for Mike's liking and turned on the TV set. He settled back down with Mike and pressed play on the remote- the video already being in the player. Mike watched as the baby came on the screen and Chester stared in awe as if it was his first time seeing his child too. They both watched as the 3D video scan of their 30 week old foetus rolled over to face the screen, his tiny fisted hands lifting up to hide his face in a position a boxer would hold to protect himself. Brad and Rob exchanged smiles as watching their two best friends stare enthralled at the TV screen was more interesting than watching the baby again.

The baby rolled back away a foot stretching out to kick the walls that confined him. "I felt that." Chester whispered his eyes not leaving the screen. Rob hid his laugh as a cough; the vocalist had said that every time.

It lasted 10 minutes and the video cut off and rewound itself.

"Wow...." Mike breathed out after a few moments of gathering his emotions.

"He’s beautiful isn't he?" Chester asked.

"Oh yeah..." Mike turned to look at Chester, tears brimming in his eyes.

"And he has hair already!" Chester’s smile was as wide as it could get.

"He does? I missed that."

"Look," Chester pressed play again and Rob’s eyes widened at Brad.

"Drink? Chester some lemonade?" Brad asked lifting himself from his chair.

"Please."

"Me too please."

"I'll help." Rob jumped up and chased after Brad.

"Oh God." Brad groaned, resting his head on the refrigerator.

"It's ok Brad, we can go soon." Rob laughed.

"I just can't take it anymore- I miss MTV!"

"Hey- I’ve been living here with him! I've eaten popcorn watching that!" Rob replied.

"Well they have each other now."

"Thank God."

"Makes me worry about the poor kid when he comes along." Brad chuckled as he grabbed the Lemonade Chester had made.

"He'll be spoilt rotten."

"I'll be the good influence Uncle." Brad commented picking up the tray with the glasses and pitcher of lemonade.

"Hopefully he won't take after your fashion sense." Rob laughed, leaving the kitchen and Brad following with a scowl.

"You took ages. I'm parched!" Chester snapped.

"Sorry, thought we'd leave you alone with the video for a bit." Rob shrugged.

"We'll go soon." Brad handed Chester the glass who gladly took it and downed half the glass.

"Good." Mike poked his tongue out at his best friend.

"Ohhhh so that's the thanks we get for taking care of your hormonal boyfriend." Brad huffed but smiled at Chester thankful that he hadn't taken the comment to seriously.

"Yes..." Mike trailed off thoughtfully, "I know, thank you- I do appreciate that. I don't think I could have gone if I'd have left him alone."

"I can look after myself you know!"

"Of course," Mike dismissed, "But now I'm back to take care of you."

"Hmmm that sounds good." Chester grinned snuggling into Mike, as their stomachs touched Mike's fluttered and his hand slipped under Chester’s tee shirt to touch the tight skin, Mike's head turned and nuzzled Chester's neck.

"Maybe we should go." Rob spoke.

"Yeah...." Brad trailed off.

"My Mikey has missed me." Chester stated with a smile, finally feeling comfortable and at ease now Mike was back in his arms.

"More than I can explain." Mike whispered lifting his head to rub his nose into his boyfriends and bumping their lips gently together.

"Annnd, that’s our cue to go." Brad jumped up and Rob quickly followed.

"Thanks-" Chester started, pulling away to look up.

"Don’t mention it- call us when you come up for air." Rob gripped the vocalists shoulder briefly in reassurance before following Brad out of the door.

"Soooo... just us." Mike murmured, kissing Chester again.

"Yes, I really fancy prawns and seafood sauce, you?"

"Huh? I er... actually I was fancying you!" Mike chuckled, recovering from Chester's statement quickly and watching as Chester got up and quickly hurried to the kitchen. "You really don't know the meaning of 'taking it easy’.”

"I am." Chester replied and pulled a Tupperware box from the refrigerator "look what I prepared earlier, or Rob did. Want some?"

"That's a lot of prawns." Mike watched as Chester dished himself some food, "No thanks."

"Let’s go to bed, you look so tired." Chester said, already tucking into the food.

"Yeah," Mike nodded, forgetting Chester's new love for eating in bed. "Let’s just go to bed and snuggle for the rest of the day."

"Snuggle? Yeah right!" Chester laughed and started towards the stairs. He sat on the bed eating his prawns with seafood sauce and watched Mike dump his bags and slowly get undressed.

"So there’s no news that you haven't already told me?" He asked, peeling off his shirt. He was about to throw it in the corner of the room but caught Chester's glare so he walked to their bathroom and threw the item into the laundry basket.

"I spoke to you like 4 times everyday for the past 3 weeks- there’s nothing you don’t know- ohhhh Brad thinks Lins’s pregnant!"

"Huh? Did Dave say?"

"No but Dave hasn't been around much and always says he's busy with Lins."

"Sounds more like they are still trying."

"Yeah but then he came over yesterday and was acting all funny- he kept touching me and smiling!"

"Touching you?" Mike pulled a face.

"My stomach." Chester rolled his eyes.

"That'd be cool- they've been trying for ages." Mike shrugged at the new news. Only dressed in his boxers he approached Chester who had finished his prawns. "So... my snuggle?" He trailed off as Chester placed his bowl out of the way and scooted up the bed and lay back into the pillow. Mike crawled up the bed after him, a hand going to his boyfriend stomach to nudge the tee shirt up and slip his pants down from the bump, "I can't believe how much you've grown."

"I don’t think I have." Chester watched. He had missed the attention Mike paid to his bump and him.

"Maybe I just forgot. He's gonna be a big guy, I'd be worried if you were giving birth naturally!" Mike grinned before kissing Chester's belly button.

"I can't give birth naturally!" Chester laughed and pulled Mike up to kiss him.

"Which I'm thankful for," Mike murmured with his lips softly pressing against Chester’s who moved his hand down Mike's body. Mike straddled himself on hands and knees above Chester, one hand softly curling the hair around his neck as he pulled away to study the flushed face of his partner.

"Mmmm I missed your body." Chester giggled as his hands ran up and down the flat chest above him; he blushed as Mike didn't respond and continued to stare at him "Mikey..." He trailed off.

"Are you tired?" Mike asked after a moment, sinking down to the bed on his side so he could continue to watch Chester's blushing features.

"Not really, are you?" Chester asked confused that the moment that he thought was heating up cooled so suddenly.

"A little." Mike replied quietly, his hand going back to the bump. "You're very hot."

"I know." Chester sat up, lifting his shirt over his head and Mike cuddled him close, wrapping the sheet around them.

"I am gonna do everything for you now." Mike whispered grabbing the room remote and shutting the blinds.

"Oh yeah...like what?" Chester asked cheekily. He turned to face Mike, taking his hand and biting his lip.

"Anything from tying your shoes to cooking your prawns." Mike kissed the vocalists nose.

"Oh." Chester replied, his face falling. He shifted closer to Mike who wrapped his arm round him and came to rest on the flat of his back. Chester's hand began to fiddle with the elastic of Mike's boxers as he felt the tent of the erection beneath the fabric. He looked up at Mike and leaned in for a kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too." Mike pulled them closer so their tummies touched and closed his eyes contentedly.

"So you really are quite tired?" Chester asked with irritation.

"Mmmmm and content." Mike sighed out his eyes still closed. Chester watched him with pouted lips before he leaned forward for a forceful kiss, his hand going to the back of the neck and tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Mike, slightly startled fell into the kiss. Chester rolled him on to his back with a moan and straddled his hips before continuing the kiss.

"Oh Mike." Chester breathed as he moved his hot kisses down Mike's neck, "I missed you." He continued, sucking on his mates collar bone, "Missed you so god damn much."

"Chaz." Mike traced his hands over Chester's bump, and caught his face between his hands, bringing them back to eye level. "You're pressing your bump into me."

"He's fine." Chester smiled and nodded. He licked his lips and lowered himself into the kiss.

“Are you sure?” Mike asked as Chester sighed and sat up, still straddling his boyfriend. He pulled off his tee shirt and Mike’s hands immediately went to the taut skin, gently tracing the faint stretch marks.

“He’s perfectly happy in his mini bedroom.” Chester pouted and leaned down to continue the kiss, cupping Mike’s face in both his hands and dividing the soft lips with his tongue. He returned to the kisses trailing down Mikes tan skin to the collar bone where he licked at the flesh before proceeding down the chest, taking a pink nipple in his mouth and gently nipping. He grinned as he heard the yelp from Mike before sucking and sliding his tongue round the soft bud.

Chester awkwardly shifted trying to move down Mike’s body but it seemed to take a lot of effort and the bump wouldn’t allow him to crawl backwards while kissing. Mike watched -with slight bemusement – as Chester’s ass wiggled in the air. He lifted himself onto and elbow and reached down to stroke his lovers face and catch his attention.

“Do you think you have to do this?” He asked carefully and Chester sighed with frustration and crawled up and lay down next to Mike.

“I want too.”

“But did you think I expected this?” Mike asked, lifting Chester up to coil his arm around him.

“No- I wanted too, I haven’t seen you for ages and I want you to fuck me!”

“I don’t think we can Chaz- you’re nearly eight months pregnant and I don’t want to hurt you or the baby.”

“I think you’re overestimating the size of your cock Mike- you’d have to be pretty big to push up all the way through me and poke the baby here.” Chester told him sincerely, gesturing to his bump and Mike chuckled.

“Ok.. ok- what I mean is- you can’t move as well now and you’re supposed to be resting and looking after our baby.” Mike’s free hand went to the bump, fondly stroking it.

“That’s all I am now right? A baby grower! ‘just sit and look after the baby’ ‘Chester can’t go out- he has to rest for the baby’.” He pouted and tried to roll away but Mike wouldn’t let him.

“No.” Mike spoke calmly and patiently. “That isn’t it at all Chester.” He pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“But that’s all you’ve done since you’ve come home- touch my tummy and talk about the baby. It’s like I don’t exist.” Chester pouted and refused to look up into Mike’s face.

“Chazzy,” Mike breathed out, “The baby is important- I’ve been worried about you both and I don’t see you as just a baby making machine. You’re my boyfriend and ten million times more special now because you’re carrying my baby.”

“But you think I’m too fat to fuck.” Chester spoke bluntly, ignoring Mike’s attempts to soften him.

“Of course not! You’re still beautiful and I love you with your bump!” Mike exclaimed and Chester huffed loudly in response. “Oh Chazzy…” Mike trailed off, running and finger down his pale cheek but still he got no response. “Chaz….” Mike kissed his forehead again and gave him a squeeze.

Chester did nothing but roll away so his back faced him. Mike reached out and ran his hand down his side, when nothing happened Mike rolled to spoon behind Chester, gently placing kisses along the top of his shoulder.

“I love you Chester.” Mike whispered, kissing his ear. Chester shifted onto his back to look at Mike and the emcee leant down to kiss his lips.

“Prove it.” Chester pouted his lips and Mike smiled down at him and shook his head before cupping his boyfriends face and kissing him. His fingers traced down his chest and swollen stomach to his loose pants, a hand slipping under the fabric.

“Is this going commando a comfort thing?” Mike broke from the kiss to grin down at Chester, pressing their foreheads together.

“Mmmmm putting on pants is hard enough.” Chester’s cheeks tinted pinker than the warm flush they already had. Mike sat up and pulled off his and Chester’s pants, remaining at the bottom of the bed to survey his boyfriend.

“Fuck… you should be pregnant all the time- you’re so beautiful.” He spoke as he slowly crawled up Chester’s body but the impatient vocalist grabbed him, pulling him quickly down for a deep kiss, increasing the intensity and biting his co vocalist’s bottom lip when he felt a hand grasp at his throbbing cock. Mike continued his ministrations as he clumsily moved to kiss along Chester’s cheek bone, to just under the ear lobe to a spot he knew his partner enjoyed and proved by a hitch of his breath.

Chester was enjoying the attention but felt it awkward to return the pleasure as he couldn’t reach over the girth of his stomach to reach Mike’s leaking cock that continually brushed up against his hip and the rise of his bump.

He groaned into the kiss and tried to push Mike back so he could return the gesture from a comfortable position but the emcee pulled back and smiled at him.

“Don’t worry about me.” He whispered in a low voice before biting his bottom lip. He moved down Chester’s body, paying attention to his belly button which had popped out since he last saw him. He laid his palms on either side of the bump but felt no movement inside so he continued down, glad that his child was possibly sleeping through this.

Chester moaned loudly and arched his back as Mike licked the tip of his weeping cock.

“Mmmm miss that huh?” Mike grinned and peaked up over the stomach.

“No, Rob’s been satisfying my sexual appetite while you’ve been away. I had a craving for drummers cock and gherkins.” Chester breathed out and Mike laughed before continuing his ministrations on his boyfriend until the pregnant man leaned up and asked him to stop. Mike pulled back up and looked at him curiously.

“I need you in me- don’t finish me yet.” Chester panted and locked his fingers through Mike’s and pulled him closer.

“Mmmmm we can do both.”

“I dunno if I can.” Chester replied quietly and Mike silently understood that Chester didn’t have as much stamina as the last time they were together. They kissed softly.

“I think we’re going to have to do this,” Mike whispered and leant down to Chester’s ear to breathe: “doggy style.”

Chester giggle as the air tickled and he ran his hand over his bump.

“I think you might be right.”

Mike moved off his boyfriend to allow him to move onto his hands and knees before he placed pillows under him and pulled the strawberry lubrication from the bedside drawer. Mike positioned himself behind Chester and watched him for a while, his finger tracing up and down his lovers spine until he was snapped from his wistful thoughts.

“What the fuck are you doing? My prostrate is IN my ass.” Chester snapped and craned his neck round to look at him.

“I was just thinking about you and the baby…. I missed you both s-”

“Fuck the sentimental shit!” Chester replied and pouted at him then turned to look back at the head board and wiggled his ass impatiently.

“..hormones.” Mike chuckled.

“Shut up.” Chester replied and pushed his ass back to bump into Mike’s waiting cock.

“Ok… ok….” Mike dipped two fingers into the large tube of lube mildly wondering if their child would be as impatient. He slipped his first finger past Chester’s ring of muscle into the warmth inside and listened to Chester sigh contently. As a second finger joined the warmth Mike bent down to kiss the bottom of Chester’s spine, contemplating moving down to lick him into frenzy but he knew Chester wouldn’t be able to control himself. From the first time they made love (perhaps before) Chester had made it clear that he liked a couple to come together, that it was only then- when they let go and fell over the waterfall hand in hand into the complete euphoria of orgasm were they true lovers. So almost every time they made love (except when intoxicated on alcohol) they came together, gripping each other tightly and feeling that connection, which Mike had decided Chester craved. It was second nature now and they had almost trained their bodies to know each other. However Chester’s body was different now and Mike knew that his lover would be working hard to keep up the routine he had demanded; if he came and finished the night early Chester would be mortified.

So Mike moved his kisses up the spine instead of down.

“Mikey…” Chester whined getting bored of the fingers and wiggling his ass again.

“Mmmm I’m enjoying your body.”

“Glad someone is.” Chester muttered and Mike straightened up and removed his fingers. He massaged lubrication into himself and positioned himself carefully.

“Tell me if it hurts.” Mike whispered, guiding himself in with one hand, the other holding a pale white hip. Chester gasped and arched his back up causing the muscles to tighten around Mike’s cock and he lost his breath for a moment.

He pushed a little further until he was fully sheathed on his boyfriend and leant down to kiss the tattooed back and run his hands over the soft flesh.

Chester rocked forward pulling himself from Mike before pushing back and growling from deep in his throat.

“So impatient.” Mike mumbled softly, still content to enjoy the touch of his lover and revelling in the build up of pressure in his groin until it became an ache and he gripped Chester’s hips tightly, pulled out and slammed (more gently than usual) back into Chester, aiming and hitting his target perfectly, as he always did.

Chester’s hands gave way and he slipped to his elbows as he cried out, the ripples of ecstasy pooling out from his prostrate.

As Mike fell into the rhythm of thrusting in and out of Chester he reached round to tease his cock, which grazed against the bump.

“Mike.” Chester panted over and over and Mike leaned down, licking at his ear.

“I love you.” He whispered softly and Chester reached round to touch him but lost his balance and quickly stopped himself from falling flat on his face as Mike’s hands slipped under his shoulders.

“I want to sit up.” Chester spoke and Mike looked up and pulled completely out of him.

“Against the wall.” He said and Chester pulled up onto his knees and moved up the bed. Mike followed closely behind as the bed was soft and he didn’t want him to tumbled off, his hand slid protectively round the bump and Chester’s hand laid itself over the top. The lust they had felt slipped away momentarily as Chester rested is head back on the shoulder behind and Mike sighed happily against the pale cheek, kissing it tenderly.

The moment shifted gently back as Mike took hold of Chester’s shaft and pumped him painfully slowly. He pushed himself with ease back into Chester and he could almost feel his cock heave a sigh of relief at the tightness that encased it.

Chester had his palms flat against the wall and he leaned heavily into it as he concentrated on pushing back hard into Mike’s thrusts, to impale himself deeper and deeper.

Mike, who had been touching Chester’s cock teasingly to keep him lasting longer gripped it tightly to help him reach the edge that he felt draw closer. Chester pushed himself back up against Mike, turning his head to capture those lips, one hand moving round to hold onto the thigh behind him and the other remaining on the wall. Mike felt Chester tighten around him a second before he too came, remaining deep inside; with one hand milking Chester of seed as the other wrapped around his lower abdomen protecting him. Kissing became too complicated as they rode the crests of the after shocks so their lips merely grazed together, tasting the salty beads of sweat and breathing heavily onto one another.

Mike felt Chester relax into his arms and he let go of the now limp cock to hold him tightly in his arms. He guided him to sit down, pulling out of him in the process. He peeled the duvet cover up and allowed Chester to shuffle sleepily down before joining him.

“Thank you.” Chester whispered as Mike pulled him back into his arms and kissed his shoulder.

“It was honestly no trouble.” Mike replied softly and his hand ran to the bump, feeling movement beneath his palm. “I hope this is the one and only time our antics wake him up.” He said and Chester chuckled.

“Kids don’t get it anyway- I probably walked in on my parents loads of times.”

“Yeah, we’ll be fine.”

“Promise me you won’t ever leave me for that long again.” Chester whispered almost tearfully and Mike squeezed him gently.

“I promise with every inch of me.” Mike whispered fiercely and still held Chester in a tight protective grip long after the pregnant man had fallen asleep.

Thank you to Bec for being my beta. Reviews would be very welcome, feel free to give me plenty of crit