Mike’s P.O.V

It was quite funny to see Connor change from laid back player, to a dedicated mate. It had its plus points; like he would cut down on the flirting with others, and a down point was that he would never go out with us any more, he would rather stay home with Farrell. Especially now Farrell was nearing the end of his pregnancy. Connor was running around like a headless chicken, I thank god that school won’t start for another few months. After my talk with Farrell the other day, I felt more and more comfortable with Ryan touching me. That reminded me that I had to apologise to Connor for interrupted their ‘little moment together’. So I was pleasantly surprised when he told me not to worry about it, ginning like a fool he told me they made up.

The way he said it made me cringle; it was an image I didn’t want or needed to see. I don’t want to know what it looks like Connor and Farrell having sex. I cleared my throat and looked the other way, making Connor laugh at me, he enjoys making me feel awkward, and the teasing I get from Ryan as well, makes me blurt out things better not said in some company. Ryan, just thinking his name has my wolf purring like an overgrown kitten. I rubbed my face, trying unsuccessfully to get Ryan’s half naked body out of my head. Of course seeing him half naked in my mind’s eye worked against me, I got hard just about thinking about the time I saw him like that.

I wasn’t aware that Ryan was in the bathroom when I walked in, I heard water running but somehow thought nothing of it. I really really needed to pee pretty badly, so I just walked in and proceed to pee. Only noticing his deep rumbling chuckle when I was in the middle of peeing, all of a sudden the shower curtain was pulled to the side, revealing a delicious wet Ryan, I kept staring at him, my mouth hanging open, not very helpful that my cock hardened at the sight of water rivulets running down his well formed chest, down to his very impressive manhood. I swallowed loudly, shivering at the way Ryan was looking at me as he took a step toward me. Effectively making me step back into the closed bathroom door, I squeaked when I hit the closed door, making Ryan chuckle at me. That wasn’t enough he pressed himself to me, making me moan at the contact. I felt him smirk against my skin, as he trailed heated little kisses down my jaw to my ear, nibble gently on my earlobe. Moaning I rolled my hips into his, pleased by his low moan, my hands fisted themselves in his soft hair, tucking his face closer to my skin.

Ryan was humming as he trailed his hand down my side to my hipbone, squeezing lightly. The actions made me shudder, whining as I came. Ryan looked surprised, but said nothing as he continued his ministrations on my body. Sighing he pulled back, touching his forehead to mine, “If we are going to continue this we better move it to your bedroom.” his voice husky, making me lick my lips in excitement. Until I noticed one of his hands was squeezing my ass, although it was gently; I nearly didn’t notice it, but I did and panic set in. this was way too quick for me, I just started to accept the fact that Ryan was my mate, I was nowhere near ready to take it to the next step.

I don’t know if Ryan was sad or respected my decision, but he backed off. Still cupping my face in his hands, he gently kissed me on the lips “If you don’t want to go that far yet, is fine just let me know when you’re ready okay?” nuzzling his nose to mine he let go of me, dried himself off and on his way out smacked my ass, leaving me behind stunned. Blinking a few times, making sure that really happened and freaked out afterward.

In the days that followed I tried my hardest not to be alone with Ryan anywhere. I know it hurt Ryan that every time we were left alone in a room I would flee. This went on for about a week, until my wolf told me to ask Farrell how he handled this situation; I have to say I was glad that they went through a similar phase in their relationship. With that information, I confidently walked back to the pack house to tell Ryan I was ready to take our… whatever we shared to a next level. I looked for him through the whole ground floor of the pack house, and the other places he might be; the training room, outdoor pool, indoor pool, but he was nowhere to be found. I went up the stairs to his bedroom, where I found him asleep in just his boxers. I swallowed thickly as his scent hit me, spices and musky and something purely Ryan.

I don’t know if he realised if I was in the room or not, but he turned on his side unknowingly facing where I was standing, and I watched his hand dip beneath his boxers. He arched touching himself; I licked my lips watching Ryan pleasure himself. My hand crept down to my groin and I slip a hand down my own pants tugging at the scene in front of me.  I tug faster and harder when I hear Ryan mumble my name, my breath hitching; I cum on my hand and not much later Ryan grunts as his body spams while he comes.

I slide slowly down the door as my legs won’t support my weight, making it creak under my weight. I closed my eyes, so I don’t see Ryan wake up at the noise. I do feel his heated stare though and get a fright of how intense his stare is on me. I swallow as he sensually licks his lips as he eyes my cum covered hand. I take a shaky breath and reach out with that hand on the door hoisting myself up. Ryan was faster and grasps my wrist and licks all of the cum of my hand, making me moan as his skilful tongue teases my fingers as he sucks in one finger at the time to make sure he gets everything of my hand. When the last finger is clean enough to his satisfaction he releases it with a wet smack, kissing the inside of my palm as well. I shiver at the sound and touch, making him smirk as he gently tugs me towards the bed. I walked in a daze towards the bed, only to blink when I felt the soft but firm mattress beneath me.

I clear my throat a couple of times, gathering my courage “I came to tell you that I wanted to tell you that I would like to try the next step.” I gushed; afraid I might get scared and not say anything. Ryan stares at me, smiles and cups my face in his hands and kisses me deeply on the lips. The scent of his cum strong on his hands, making me moan again and he takes that chance and dips his tongue in my mouth where he gently wrestles with mine. I press myself so close to him that our chests touch and I press a bit harder, making him slowly fall back with me on top of him. He smirked as we kissed and slowly moved one of his hands down from my face to my hip, from my hip to my ass, where he gently pushes our groins together. That was the only encouragement I needed and my hips moved on their own as he moves his hand back to my hip.

After some more fondling, moaning and grinding I was so tired that I didn’t have any energy to wash or anything else, so I fell asleep on soiled sheets. Or at least they were soiled when I fell asleep last night, but by the time I woke up the next morning they were changed for clean ones and Ryan was wrapped around me, I sighed contently, burring my head under Ryan’s chin, inhaling his comforting scent.

Ryan’s P.O.V

I was jealous in the beginning that Mike would only talk to Farrell about things related to sex between same gender couples. He did tell me after a while that he was having a hard time coming to terms with it, and Farrell went through the same problems, according to him Farrell didn’t accept Connor at once and they only had sex for the first time at least nine months ago or something. I was really shocked, they acted like they have been together for years; as ease going they were around each other.

Mike did pleasantly surprise me the other day, I was annoyed that he went to Farrell first to talk but he did look for me immediately afterward, so he said. He searched through the whole ground floor of the Pack house, before coming upstairs to my room. Where he found me pleasuring myself while mumbling his name, which made him hard and pleasured himself watching me. What he didn’t know was that I saw him come in, gulping a deep breath and having his hand slip inside his shorts. He was really erotic when he did, eyes trained on me and rocking his hips in time with my tugging. I couldn’t stand it any longer and got up and licked all the cum off his hand. Shivering cutely at the action, I tugged him with me to the bed, where he blinked at me. Once on the bed he gushed that he wanted to take the next step, making my heart swell at his willingness to try. So I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him deeply, and was pleased that he reacted instantly and gave me the chance to dip my tongue in his mouth were we wrestled for dominance, which I won. I was surprised when he pushed me back on the bed, draping himself on top of me.

I took a chance and slowly moved my hand down to his prefect rounded ass, squeezed lightly and pushed it down against my groin. After that Mike’s hips moved on his own, he kept grinding into me after I moved my hand away from his perky ass to his hip, teasing the top of his shorts before dipping in and hold him in my hand, watching him grind himself shamelessly against my hand. That’s all we did that night; exploring each other’s bodies. I was okay with that, I agreed with Mike to take it slow, so I was really surprised that we went as far as we did. I made a mental note to thank Farrell, for tell Mike whatever he did, I thought before falling asleep.

 Farrell’s P.O.V

I nearly laughed out loud at Connor’s face when his mother scolded him for not taking better care of me then he already did. I opted for snorting quietly instead, as not to embarrass him any further.  We were at the pack house today for the dinner with the family; my parents were there and of course Connor’s parents and younger sister Ella. Who just looked confused at her mother; she didn’t understand why she was angry with Connor. I patted her shoulder getting her attention; “Your mom is not really angry with Connor Ella, she is just very worried about your cousins.” that made her beam at me “When are they coming Farrell? When do I get to see them?” I smiled slightly at her “Soon Ella, very soon.” Mom cleared her throat and Ella turned to her “Ella dear why don’t you go and get something to drink with you dinner?”

As Ella scurried off to get her drink, Connor came back to sit beside me on the couch in the living room. He sat down with a heavy sigh rubbing his temples. I lashed my fingers through his and gave his hand a quick squeeze. Connor smiled thankfully at me, appreciating the gesture, and pulled my feet into his lap and started massaging them. My eyes slid close as Connor got rid of the pain in my feet, which hurt a lot more the last few days, according to Doctor Carter that is because I was holding more liquid. I opened my eyes as we were called that dinner was ready, Connor helped me up from the couch and I felt a certain hard kick in my stomach making me gasp in surprise.

Connor looked at me in alarm, thinking it were the babies, so I held up my hand “I am fine, it was just a powerful kick, something I didn’t expect this far along the pregnancy.” That made Connor less tense as he helped me to my seat at the table. The weird thing was that during dinner, one of the two would kick every once in a while making me winch and gasp. It was like they were saying that they wanted to get out and greet the world.

So the whole time during dinner and dessert Connor kept sending me these concerned looks every time I gasped or winced. It was not just Connor, but mom, dad and Eleanor and Tom did it too, they looked at me like I was a ticking time bomb waiting to go off. Which was true in a sense; it was only a question of time before the contractions start, and the whole birthing thing would begin. By now I can’t wait to have them out and be able to greet them, and be back to my normal shape again.

The first contractions took me by surprise as Connor and myself were walking home later that evening on the fifth of August. It was around I think eight, eight thirty when I doubled over from the pain, grabbing onto Connor to keep myself upright as I tried to breathe through the pain. Connor panicked; he scooped me up bridal style and raced off towards to hospital. I was gasping and withering by the time we reached the hospital, Connor barged in; shocking everybody in the waiting room, the nurse on duty immediately called for Doctor Carter as she saw me pale sweating, and Connor as pale as a ghost. In the meantime she ordered to have a bed brought in, on which I was placed and they strapped all kinds of electronically devises on me, things that monitored my heart rate which spiked when a particular sharp pain coursed through me. Connor clasped onto my hand as I was rushed into the ER, where a tall, male nurse told Connor that he wasn’t allowed in there. Making him growl at the man; he was not leaving me in this time of need. He looked at me, I nodded at him; signalling to him it was okay to leave, I was going to be fine. If that didn’t pacified him Doctor Carter came in and squeezed his shoulder; Connor nodded, and with one last longing look at me he left the ER.

Once Connor left the room, all the nurses present prepped me for the C-section; it was the only option of delivering the babies safely into this world. I nodded; Doctor Carter told this to me a few weeks ago, but I was happy he did it again just for my sake. While Doctor Carter was talking to me the nurses prepped everything they were going to need to do a save c- section, for me and the babies. The last thing I remembered before I was brought under narcosis was to tell Connor everything was going to be okay.

Connor, I am going to go under narcosis and I will see you when I wake up.

Connor’s P.O.V

The last thing I heard from Farrell was that he was going under narcosis, and he would see me when he woke up, even though I knew Farrell would come out of the narcosis I was still worried about him. I spent the whole time I had to wait pacing, I just couldn’t sit still, not even when my parents and Farrell’s came in, I called them as soon as I was booted out of the ER. I didn’t even know I was biting my nails until my mom put her hands on mine and pulled them away from my mouth. “Everything is going to be fine Connor, Farrell and the babies will be fine.”  Her tone was soothing, it calmed my nerves somewhat and I sat down on one of the many benches that lined the hospital walls.

Mom and Elsie both rubbed my shoulders and murmured that everything was going to be okay, I nearly believed them, but as soon as Doctor Carter stepped out of the ER I shot up as if my ass was on fire. I rushed over, before I could get a word out he told me “The operation went fine, Farrell and your two sons are doing well and are recovering in recovery room 3, a few doors down to the right.” my eyes widened at that; I was a father of two sons! Two healthy baby boys! I rushed down the corridor and tore open the third door on the right. Inside I saw that Farrell was awake and holding two bundles of blue cloth.

As soon as Farrell saw me he beamed at me, snuggling the two bundles of blue cloth to his face “Look boys, daddy’s here.” To which the two bundles replied with babbles and two pairs of arms reaching out to his face. I didn’t realise I walked in until I was next to the hospital bed and got a good look at my boys. Both of them had a mixture of my and Farrell’s hair colour; a rich gold, but they had Farrell’s eyes; a nice rich green both of their eyes were green, but they had my skin colour. Farrell lifted the child in his left arm “This is Dermot, and this, lifting the right; is Brendan”, that made me smile; it were the names we choose if the two children were two boys. That’s how our parents found us; cuddled up together on the bed, talking to the boys.  When they heard what names we chose they smiled; mom and Elsie gushed over how cute the boys were and how they reminded them of us when we were younger. Our dads were talking about pack related things; taking them up in the pack register and stuff like that. I didn’t care, I was just happy to have my little family together and healthy.

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