All Dean's - Part 7 (Patreon)

Rising Heat

Some things slowly changed in the apartment as the days passed, somehow settling into something close to normalcy, even though nothing was magically fixed. They still had long moments of silence as each roommate tried to process what was going on. But there were moments when they would laugh together, joke about random stuff—unrelated to their pregnant bodies, or share casual moments like they used to.

Dean handled it the only way he knew how—cooking a lot to feed them all. It wasn’t only big meals anymore, but specific stuff for each of them: ginger tea for Joshua when his stomach twisted, salty food and heavy breakfasts for Kaden when he woke up pale and pissed off, fruit and carbs for Isaac when he got those waves of extreme hunger, and mild meals for Asher so smells wouldn’t make him gag. Dean didn’t say sorry every five minutes, but he just took care of them every single second they were together.

It helped to make things feel better. Kaden started hanging around the kitchen more. He told himself it was only for the food or because standing felt better than sitting, but that wasn’t the real reason. Every time Dean moved behind him, the huge body would press close against his body in that tight space, and heat would build between them. Kaden couldn’t ignore the contact and the reaction his body gave, gasping without meaning to.

“Stop crowding me,” Kaden said one morning, pretending to be annoyed as Dean’s shoulders brushed against his back.

“Sorry.” Dean let out a short laugh but barely moved away. “The kitchen’s too small for two big guys. Not my fault.”

Kaden rolled his eyes, but his hand came up to caress his pregnant abdomen without thinking, pressing his fingers into the growing bump. He hated how good it felt when Dean brushed against him—even by accident. He hated it even more when Dean intentionally kept his distance, as if he were respecting a personal space that Kaden wasn’t even sure he wanted anymore. He couldn’t tell if the hormones were messing with his mind, but it was getting harder to stay away from the big guy.

On mornings like that, when Dean kept his distance, Kaden got snappy—at the stove, at the coffee machine, at Joshua. And every time, he was well aware of how ridiculous the conflict had become. He was the one who pushed Dean away, but his body didn’t agree with it at all. Something deep inside him still wanted Dean desperately. He still reacted to the heat, to the smell, to the size, and to how Dean’s cock and balls were impossible to ignore even when the big guy was standing there cooking like nothing was going on.

Joshua handled it in his own way, turning everything into numbers. His laptop stayed open most nights, and the spreadsheets were getting bigger and messier than they needed to be. He recorded the time of day when he got sick, how bad the nausea was, how much he ate, how long he slept, and his mood—all of it. Then he added new stuff he wouldn’t say out loud. He started taking notes on how close Dean got, how long Dean touched him, and how long it had been since the last time Dean had fucked him.

He told himself it was only data, meant to keep track of everything and understand what was happening. But the pattern made his jaw clench every time he looked at it. There were clear changes that Joshua tried hard to ignore at first—his stomach settled faster when Dean touched him, his body calmed down when Dean sat close, and there was a peculiar tightness that took over his body when Dean’s hand bruised any part of his body.

Joshua stared at the screen one night, taking a deep breath before sighing. “That’s not something I can control, I guess.”

That fact pissed him off more than anything, but he kept it for himself.

Isaac had a different approach to the whole situation. It started as a weird feeling he couldn’t name. He just knew something was off. His body was too warm and too active, as if something were missing and wouldn’t shut up about it. It all got worse on days when Dean wasn’t around as much, when the apartment felt too empty.

One afternoon, Isaac found Dean in the kitchen. “Hey, can you sit with me for a bit?”

Dean looked at him for a second. “Sure,” he said, following Isaac out to the balcony.

Isaac sat down carefully, then waited until Dean sat beside him before leaning to the side. He didn’t make a big deal out of it, only resting his head against Dean’s chest, feeling the heat of the solid muscle beneath.

Isaac relaxed, closing his eyes for a second. “Okay, yeah,” he said. “That’s better.”

Dean looked down at him. “Better how?”

Isaac looked at his belly, carefully moving his hands over it. “At peace,” he said. “Whatever’s been buzzing in here just shut up for a second.”

Dean watched for a second, then reached up to place his hands on Isaac’s belly as well. “You need me to rub your belly or something?” Dean asked.

Isaac shook his head. “No. It’s not just that.” He hesitated and smiled shyly. “I think it’s you; not only the pregnancy, but also having you this close. It’s weird.”

Dean didn’t say anything, but his fingers pressed a little firmer into Isaac’s belly, as if testing how firm and full it was. Isaac’s body responded to the touch, sending a shiver down his spine and causing his cock to stir in his pants. But he focused on enjoying the moment with Dean without much drama.

Meanwhile, Asher didn’t need anyone to explain anything to him. He never really had a choice in the first place. While the others were still trying to figure out what the fuck their bodies were doing, Asher hadn’t stopped since day one. He still ended up in Dean’s bed most nights, sometimes sneaking in, sometimes not even pretending anymore.

His whole body ached because of all the weight he had been gaining, but even then, he still surrendered to Dean every time he had the chance to. Getting comfortable was a pain in the ass—literally. Lying on his back didn’t work anymore as his belly felt too full, too tight, and too heavy. He loved to get on his side, with Dean behind him, and those big arms wrapped around him. When Dean did it right, Asher’s body would relax entirely for a while, allowing him to close his eyes and enjoy the brief moments when his body wasn’t screaming in need.

One night, he was exhausted as hell, resting his forehead against Dean’s shoulder. “I don’t get how they’re still arguing about it,” he whispered.

Dean looked at him, holding him tight and softly moving his hand over his rounded belly and down to his hips to squeeze them playfully. “Arguing about what?”

“About whether they want you or not,” Asher said, laughing softly. “My body doesn’t give me a choice. It wants your cock, your cum, all of it. It doesn’t even ask.”

Dean hugged him tighter, smiling proudly. “Okay, that is a very interesting statement.”

Asher snorted. “Interesting for you. You’re the thing everyone needs. Your cock, your balls, your whole fucking body. It’s like we’re all wired to you.”

“Well, you all are lucky that I’m available anytime you need me,” Dean said, smirking and spreading his hand over Asher’s ass cheeks. “How would you feel about a second round?”

Asher didn’t respond with words but immediately moved into position for whatever Dean wanted to do to him. It was what his body needed, and he wasn’t going to deny it.

A couple of days later, the whole group finally dared to address the issue. They were all in the living room, spread out on the couch and chairs. The TV was on, but no one was paying attention. Dean leaned against the wall, only wearing the tiniest shorts ever, watching them carefully with a smile on his face.

Isaac cleared his throat. “So, we should probably talk about something.”

Kaden groaned. “If this is about meal prep again—”

“It’s not,” Isaac said calmly. “It’s about how we’ve been feeling.”

Joshua looked up from his laptop, narrowing his eyes. “That’s vague.”

“I mean how we’ve been feeling about that.” Isaac gestured toward Dean.

Kaden leaned back, taking a deep breath. “If you mean the whole ‘my body won’t shut up about Dean’ thing. I get it.” He dragged a hand over his face. “It’s fucking annoying.”

Dean raised an eyebrow. “Annoying?”

“Yeah, annoying,” Kaden shot back. “I wake up tense as hell, like I didn’t sleep right, and then you walk in, and it’s gone. Just like that. That’s not normal.”

Joshua pushed his glasses up. “You make it sound so weird.”

Kaden turned his head. “You’ve been tracking when you want his cock!”

“Hey! I track everything,” Joshua said, blushing in shame.

Isaac nodded. “When Dean touches my abdomen, it feels like things settle. And I know it’s not in my head. It’s like whatever’s inside me calms down.” He looked down at his belly. “I guess the babies like him already or something.”

Asher laughed from the couch. “Yeah. No shit. You all just lost your minds.”

Dean moved closer, trying not to look too cocky about the topic. “You think I caused that?” he asked. “Not only the pregnancies but also this need?”

Joshua shook his head. “We don’t have enough proof to say that.” He paused. “But we have enough to say it’s not random.”

“Translation: we don’t know if it’s your fault, but we’re all fucked either way.” Kaden rolled his eyes. “But yeah, you’re still the one to blame for everything,” he added, trying to sound frustrated as he looked at Dean. “Just because my body wants you now doesn’t mean I’m not still pissed,” he said, crossing his arms across his chest.

Dean nodded. “I know.”

Everyone felt the pull toward the big guy, toward his body, toward his cock, toward the pleasure they all knew they’d get if they gave in, but nobody moved. Still, with each passing day, it became harder to control themselves.

A few days later, they started preparing for Thanksgiving. Kaden took over the whole thing when they first mentioned it, as if cooking and feeding people was the only thing that still made sense amid the chaos. He stood in the kitchen with a notebook, listing food out loud while walking around, a little slower than he used to. His hands rubbed his abdomen absentmindedly every time a new idea came to mind.

“We’re not doing anything complicated,” Kaden said. “Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green beans, maybe sweet potatoes if—”

“We’re doing everything,” Dean said, chuckling.

Kaden stopped and turned, raising an eyebrow. “We’re feeding five people.”

Dean didn’t even argue with words and only looked around the apartment, at each of their pregnant bellies. “We’re feeding more than five, actually.”

Kaden stared at him, then rolled his eyes so hard it almost looked painful. “You’re fucking insufferable. And it’s all your fault.”

Dean grinned. “You like it,” he said, and Kaden pretended to ignore him.

The final menu was ridiculous, far too much food for what should’ve been a simple dinner, but nobody fought the idea.

The shopping trip was a whole event for the three pregnant men, the one whose belly was the biggest, and the very muscular dad-to-be. People noticed, looking twice at them before changing directions.

Kaden got tired faster than he expected, slowing down even when he didn’t want to admit it. He had to use the cart for support when his back hurt too much, and his belly bumped against the handle every other step. Joshua had it worse in a different way, as the noise and smells made his jaw tighten while he stared hard at the list. He tried to focus and block the discomfort, but even then, he kept reaching for his abdomen to rub it without thinking about it.

Isaac grabbed snacks constantly, tearing things open and eating before they even reached the checkout, not even caring who saw him. People stared at him like he was starving, trying to understand what was wrong and why the belly didn’t add up with the rest of his body. Asher had to stop more than once, leaning hard into the cart as he breathed slower. Dean got right behind him without thinking, sliding one of his hands under Asher’s belly and lifting it like it was nothing, like it was normal, like he’d done it a hundred times before.

People stared openly at that. It was evident that the four of them weren’t only sick or tired; something else was happening, and people couldn’t figure out what it was because no explanation made sense. A couple walked past and slowed down, and one of them whispered something under their breath while looking straight at Dean’s hand under Asher’s shirt. They noticed how Asher practically melted back into the big guy despite the annoyed look on his face. Dean didn’t care and just stood there, firmly pressed against Asher’s body.

“Stop doing that in public,” Asher said, even though he leaned back into Dean.

“You were about to fall over,” Dean said slowly.

“I was not—” Asher tried to argue.

“You were,” Kaden cut in without looking up. “Just let him. You enjoy it anyway.”

Asher rolled his eyes and stayed there for a second longer than he needed to, letting Dean hold him up like his body already expected it.

When Thanksgiving came on November 27, the morning started before sunrise in the apartment. Kaden was the first in the kitchen, wearing an apron that stretched tight over his abdomen. One of his hands gripped the counter while the other stirred something. His posture was off, like he still wasn’t used to the weight in his middle, and he frequently shifted his hips or caressed his belly, trying to get comfortable.

Dean walked in a few minutes later wearing nothing but a jockstrap. His cock and balls were obvious, barely contained by the pouch and swinging a little as he moved straight to the counter to stand right beside his roommate.

Kaden looked at him, then looked away fast. “Put some clothes on.”

“It’s hot in here,” Dean said, as if that explained everything.

“It is not. It’s six in the morning,” Kaden replied, briefly looking down at Dean’s bulge.

“The oven’s on,” the big guy said casually.

Kaden opened his mouth, ready to argue, then shook his head. “Whatever.”

“So, how can I help?” Dean asked with a grin.

Kaden smirked and told him what to do. Dean followed every instruction without asking twice, and they moved around each other comfortably, passing things back and forth, tasting, adjusting, and working like they had before everything got complicated. At one point Dean reached around Kaden to grab something, and his chest pressed into his back, close enough that Kaden could feel Dean’s bulge brushing his hips for a second too long.

Kaden froze and swallowed hard. “Don’t start,” he said, trying to sound serious.

Dean didn’t move away but dropped his hand to brush Kaden’s abdomen, as if he wanted to feel it properly. “You okay?” He asked as Kaden shook slightly.

Kaden sighed slowly, dropping his shoulders and relaxing into the touch without meaning to. “Yeah. Just don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing.”

Dean’s hand stayed there for another second, pressing in before sliding away. Still, he stayed close enough that Kaden could still feel the big bulge against his hips.

Kaden turned his head slightly to look at him. “I missed this,” he finally admitted. “I hate that I missed it. And I hate that my body reacts like this when I’m still pissed at you.”

Dean nodded. “It’s okay if you’re mad.”

Kaden laughed softly. “Good. Because I am mad.” He pushed his hips back a little, making the contact real this time. “I’m still mad. But I’m also pregnant, horny, and hungry, and you’re standing right here with your cock pressed against me. All of that is true.”

Dean smirked, and his hands settled on Kaden’s hips. “What do we do about it all then?”

Kaden pushed his ass back even more, leaning forward against the counter to emphasize what he wanted. It was all the signal Dean needed. His hands tightened on Kaden’s hips, and without hesitation he hooked his fingers into the back of Kaden’s pants to push them down, exposing the thick ass that had been driving him crazy all morning.

A grin spread across Dean’s face as he carefully watched the rounded ass cheeks eagerly waiting for him to take them. He reached down and pulled his cock free from the jockstrap, stroking it a few times as it grew fast in his hand, reaching its full size and hardness within a few seconds. The head glistened, and the veins pumped blood into the spongy flesh, pulsating all along and making everything look more impressive.

Kaden widened his stance, spreading his cheeks and giving Dean full access. “Don’t make me wait or I’ll hate you even more,” Kaden whispered, shaking his ass to tease Dean.

The big guy moved closer, still holding Kaden’s hip while the other lined himself up. He pressed forward slowly, letting the head of his cock push in, stretching Kaden open again after weeks of not having any intimacy.

Kaden gasped sharply, followed by a broken moan. He arched his back and grabbed the counter hard. “Fuck! It’s been too long,” he whispered, cracking as Dean kept pushing in until he was fully inside. “Damn it! You’re so big.”

Dean groaned low when his hips pressed tight against Kaden’s ass. He took a few seconds to let a panting Kaden get used to the sensation, then he started moving. It was slow at first, just pulling back and pushing in again, but it didn’t stay like that for long. The tension snapped, and Dean started pounding hard and fast, and the sounds of their bodies colliding mixed with Kaden’s soft moans and the clatter of something shaking on the counter.

Kaden moaned openly, dropping his head forward and arching his back as his whole body pushed back into every thrust, taking it, wanting it, even while he was still pissed. “Yeah! Fuck, just like that,” he said with a shaky voice. “Don’t stop! Don’t you fucking stop.”

Dean’s hands tightened on Kaden, gripping his hip with one hand as the other slid up to caress the pregnant abdomen for a few seconds before going back down as he kept pounding at full force and speed. It went on until both of them were breathing hard. Kaden’s body gave in completely, shooting his load all over the counter before him and feeling the tension in his body finally easing while Dean kept going.

A couple of minutes later, Dean busted his nut deep into Kaden, making his abdomen feel tighter with the amount of cum that had just entered him. They stayed there for a while, catching their breaths. Dean’s cock was still buried deep, and one of his arms wrapped around Kaden’s waist to hold him tightly. His hand spread over Kaden’s abdomen, feeling the tightness and loving the idea that his babies were growing there.

“Don’t leave this shit for me,” Kaden said, looking down at the mess on the counter, then turned his head to look at Dean’s face. “Don’t you dare to stop fucking me like this, okay?”

“I won’t,” Dean said, leaning in to rest his chin on Kaden’s shoulders.

By the time the others started waking up, the kitchen looked normal again. The only difference was how Kaden stood closer to Dean than before, and his whole posture seemed more relaxed, more balanced even. Kaden tried to act as if nothing had happened, but everything about him told another story. It made something deep inside the others stir.

Later, Kaden was resting in his bedroom while the turkey was in the oven, and Joshua took over the dining room.

“Those go on the left,” he said, pointing at the plates Dean had set down. “No, my left.”

Dean nudged one plate out of line on purpose.

Joshua stared at it for a second, then fixed it right away. “You did that on purpose.” 

“Maybe,” Dean said with a grin.

“Don’t do that, please.” Joshua straightened a napkin, then sighed. “I’ve been trying to figure out if I can trust you again.”

Dean looked at him without blinking. “And?”

Joshua shook his head. “My mind says something.” He hesitated. “But my body still remembers how I felt when you were closer.” He swallowed. “When you fuck me.”

Dean moved closer, without touching Joshua. “You don’t have to control everything.”

“I do,” Joshua said, then faltered. “I usually do.” He looked down at his belly. “I hate that my body wants your cock like it’s a solution. I hate that it works.”

Dean reached out slowly, giving him time to move away, but Joshua stayed there. Within a few seconds, Joshua was leaning forward, bracing his hands on the table and pushing his ass back. Dean got the message right away, getting right behind him and pulling his half-hard cock free. He lined it up and slid it into Joshua’s ass in one slow push, stretching him open, making Joshua suck in a sharp breath as his head tipped back.

“Fuck! Don’t go slow,” Joshua whispered.

Dean started pounding hard and fast, snapping his hips forward, and making his heavy balls slap against Joshua’s ass with every thrust. Joshua’s eyes rolled back for a second, and his mouth fell open as he tried to stay quiet. His fingers gripped the edge of the table while his whole body reacted beyond his logical thoughts.

“More,” Joshua said, barely audible, like he didn’t want the others to hear but couldn’t stop himself. “Fuck! More! Dean!”

Dean grabbed his hips tighter and pushed harder into him, not holding back until Joshua’s breathing broke into desperate gasps. His body gave in completely, taking Dean’s cock as he needed it as much as he hated needing it.

A while later, Dean shot his massive load and carefully pulled his cock back, leaving Joshua breathing heavily and barely able to stand.

Still, once he had regained some composure, Joshua carefully adjusted a napkin with shaky fingers. “It doesn’t mean we’re okay,” he said without looking at Dean. “Understood?”

“I’d be worried if you said otherwise,” Dean replied, softly caressing Joshua’s belly. “But I’m ready to work on it for as long as I need to,” he added, teasing Joshua with his touch. “We better get back to work before the others notice that we had sex over the table where we’re having dinner later.” His words made Joshua chuckle, but it also turned him on even more.

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