Moments In Captivity
Chapter 3 What’s in a name?

This takes place after chapter 15 of ACC and is dedicated to my Sid, congratulations on posting your original fic.  I'm just now in the process of reading and I'm in love and lust and I just HAVE to pimp this. It's titled SUFFOCATION go read this!  http://kamikaze-redux.livejournal.com/45505.html#cutid1
Oh, and here's the link to my m-preg lj community, lot's of new stories from other authors posted there and I post my fics there first. http://community.livejournal.com/qaf_mpregfanfic/10471.html?replyto=57319  Thanks to my Helen as well.<hr>


Brian sat next to Justin on the couch, his arms slung around Justin’s shoulders.  He was a little uncomfortable but would never say a thing.  He didn’t dream of telling Justin that the boy’s elbow was digging into his stomach and risk a full queen out that would end in tears and doors slammed.  

Justin scooted further into Brian’s body and brought his right leg up and slung it over both of Brian’s legs and then propped his left foot up on the coffee table.  He moved his hands to open the large book dedicated to Irish, Celtic and Gaelic baby names.  It was propped upon his belly.

Brian let out a long breath, thankful that Justin had moved.  He could deal with his legs falling asleep.  “So, go ahead.  Let’s get to the name choosing.”  Brian prompted the blond to read.

Justin took a deep breath.  “Just a second.  He’s moving right now, and he’s not in a good place.”  

Brian put one hand on top of Justin’s big belly, at around 25 weeks Brian couldn’t really feel the baby moving, every now and then he’d think he felt something, but Justin usually told him it was his insides rolling and not the baby kicking.  “You need to stop calling the baby ‘he’, Brian told him softly with a smirk on his face.  “If it’s a girl and you’ve gotten into the habit of calling it a ‘he’, she’d end up with a complex.” 

Justin laughed.  “What do you want me to call the baby? It?”  He scoffed at the idea.  “Besides, that’s why we’re choosing names.

Brian’s smirk faded.  He thought about how they’d always referred to Beacon as ‘B’ because the girl name they’d chosen had been Beatha, a Celtic name.  “Why don’t we call it Be?  Just like last time?  Since we’re not going to know what the sex is anyway.”

Justin sucked in a breath and let it out slowly.  He looked away from Brian.  “If this one’s a boy, I’m not calling him Beacan Brian.”

Brian turned Justin’s face to look at him.  “I wouldn’t want to do that.”  Brian stared into Justin’s eyes.  “We had a child named Beacan.  There won’t be another Beacan.”  Brian said this so firmly, his hazel eyes demanded Justin to see and hear all the meanings behind that statement.

Justin nodded and cleared his throat.  “But you still want the baby to be a ‘B’?”  Justin said flipping to the boy’s ‘B’ names in the book.

“Well, yeah… I mean didn’t we like that one name…oh, what was it?”  Brian said peering down at the book.

Justin skimmed the pages and flipped to the next one.  “Bedwyr, Bendigeigfran,” He began to rattle off a few of the names until he found what he was looking for. “Bevyn!”  Justin exclaimed and looked at Brian.  “That’s the other name we liked right Brian?”

Brian smiled.  “Yeah, Justin.  But read the meaning again.”  He said, feeling a wave of excitement coarse through him.

“Okay but wait,” Justin looked at the names.  “There’s three ways of spelling it, ‘en’, ‘in’, or yn.”

Brian laughed.  “I liked the ‘yn’, before I think.”

“Yeah… me too.”  Justin pecked a kiss to the side of Brian’s neck.

Brian let out a low growl and moved his hands to Justin’s arms.  “If you want to pick out a baby name, you’d better not do that.”

Justin giggled, only making Brian’s cock really start to thicken in his pajama pants.  “Okay, Bevyn…with a ‘y’.  It is used in Gaelic, Celtic and Irish families and means, young solider, or valiant survivor.”

“I definitely like that if Be’s a boy.”  Brian said placing both hands on Justin’s bump.  “What about you?”

“I like that too.  But what about the girl name?”  Justin asked Brian.

“Well, I thought we’d keep Betha.  It meant life’s light.”  Brian said smiling.

“And delicate.”  Justin added.  “I think that’s a great idea.  Saves us the time of looking through a thousand girl names that’s for sure.”  Justin put the book on the couch cushion besides them and started to grind his butt onto Brian’s hard cock.

“And what will we do.”  Brian thrust his hips up nearly jolting Justin from his lap if he hadn’t had his arms around him.  “With all the time we’ve saved?”  Brian asked and leaned down to suckle onto Justin’s neck.

Justin giggled again and untangled himself from Brian, moving as quickly as he could down the hallway into their bedroom.  He quickly shucked his sweats and tee and climbed onto the bed just as Brian entered the bedroom.

“It seems some one is very inventive concerning the ways in which to pass time.”  Brian said with a lustful leer.

Justin reached his hand down below his belly to awkwardly stoke his hot dick and then turned onto his hands and knees.  He felt the baby shift in the new position and had to steady himself trying to hold all the extra weight off the bed.  “Come fuck me.”  He whispered as he turned his head to look at Brian, who was undressing in a flourish.

In seconds Brian was inside Justin.  Pulling the boy up and back to sit on his thighs and brace himself against the headboard.  “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”  Brian told him.

Justin moaned as Brian swiveled his hips, in turn brushing against his prostate.  “Do it!”  Justin yelled grinding back down. 

MICMICMICMICMICMICMICMICMICMICMICMICMICMICMICMICMICMICMIC

Three fantastic orgasms later both men lay on their backs, their bodies covered in sweat and what looked like gallons of cum.

“Oh. God.  I’m going to be sick.”  Justin said leaning over the side of his bed.  

Brian was immediately at his side holding out the trash-can underneath the blonde’s mouth with one hand while the other gently patted Justin’s pale back.  “Shh… it’s alright.”  He said watching as Justin threw up the contents of his stomach and feeling guilty because he’d just fucked Justin within an inch of his life.  

Brian started to feel queasy watching and smelling it and had to force himself to look away.  ‘That’s weird.’ He thought.  ‘Justin puking never bothered me before.’  And then he remembered he ate that caviar that Justin had sworn smelled bad the night before.  

Brian had thought that it was only Justin’s oversensitive nose.  Sometimes Justin even hated the smell of chocolate chip cookies, and that had been something he usually loved.  So he ate it anyway.  And now, he was getting sick. 

“Brian.”  Justin said pushing the trash-can away from him.  “Brian… I’m done.”

Brian looked up at Justin with concern as he felt his stomach turning over and over within him.  “Oh... Sorry.”  He said feeling a sweat break out upon his naked body.  

Justin reached over to the nightstand and grabbed some tissues to wipe his mouth with, when he looked back at Brian he noticed the brunette hadn’t moved and had gone very pale.  “Brian?  Are you okay?”  Justin asks trying to take the trash-can away.

Brian pulls the waste bucket back to him, and in seconds is having his own gut wrenching emission.  He stays squatted on the floor beside the bed for a few minutes, Justin holding the longer strands of his hair away from his face.  “Fucking sushi!”  Brian yelled in between bouts of sick.

“Oh, Brian.”  Justin chastised softly, still extremely worried about Brian because he’d never seen the man get more than a small sniffle.  “You should have listened to me.”  He didn’t like to wonder about what would happen if Brian did become truly sick from the food poisoning and in need of a hospital.

Brian lifted his head out of the bucket.  “I… I… need a shower.”  He said standing carefully on shaky limbs.

“Can you make it there by yourself?”  Justin asked when he saw Brian’s step falter as he reached the doorway.

Brian rubbed his face and looked through his blurry eyes.  “Yeah, could you change the sheets and then come help me out.”

Justin felt an icy wave of fear pass through each nerve in his body.  The only time Brian needed any kind of ‘help’ it usually concerned sex, but obviously it didn’t this time.  “Sure Brian, just give me a few minutes and I’ll join you.”  He said, hoping the worry wasn’t evident in his tone of voice or eyes.  Brian wouldn’t like that, and then might refuse to allow Justin to help him.

“Ok.”  Brian said so quiet you could barely hear him.

Justin watched to make sure Brian made it down the hallway.  He stood still as he listened, until Brian turned the water in the shower on.

As quickly as he could he changed the sheets and set up Brian’s pillows so the man could climb back into bed as soon as they were done in the shower.

When Justin entered the bathroom Brian was sitting in the bottom of the tub letting the water pour down on him.  “Brian?”  Justin asked inadvertently startling the wet man.

Brian looked up, and he swore there were two Justin’s.  “I threw up again.”  He confessed to his lover and then looked down at the drain.

Justin stepped inside the tub and carefully squatted down behind Brian.  “I’m going to wash your hair and body, do the same for me and then I’ll help you into bed okay?”

“Sure.”  Brian felt like his throat was on fire, he didn’t tell Justin, but in just the 10 minutes he’d been alone in there, he’d thrown up three times.  The last had been all bile and he nearly started to dry heave, and was more than thankful it had all gone down the drain before Justin had seen it.  He didn’t want to worry the blond more than he had to.

Justin quickly washed Brian and then himself.  He even grabbed their toothbrushes of the sink vanity so they could brush their teeth on the showers floor.  

Brian was grateful to get that disgusting copper taste out of his mouth.  “Thanks.”  He said as he pulled himself out the tub and put on his robe.  He allowed Justin to dry his hair with a towel and didn’t protest as the boy tucked him into his bed.  He could see Justin crawling up onto the bed himself, and fell asleep the second the boy’s head rested against his terry clothe covered chest.

Justin hugged Brian to him. Hoping that Brian’s health would be better after he took a nap, now that he’d gotten all the bad food out of his system and trying desperately to think about how happy they'd been an hour before, trying to quell the fear that was building inside of him.
TBC  Here's the link to Ch.16 the next chapter of ACC that comes directly after this one.

http://midnight-whispers.com/efic/viewstory.php?sid=5191&i=1