[mpregoneverything]

Between the sudden pain of both the shelf hitting Michael in the shoulder and the sudden contraction, Michael's mood was destroyed and with Jackson hovering over him, he was irritated. "Don't touch me." He said, lifting his back and cradling his stomach. The heat had increased due to the added body heat by Jackson. "Next time, don't leave my shirts on the top shelf!" He pushed passed Jackson, their bellies rubbing aganist one another. Michael felt the sudden rush of blood towards a certain area. *not the time* he thought and quickly disregarded it. He knew Jackson enjoyed having pregnancy sex, and he didn't want him to mount him now. Waddling over to the bed, Michael sat down slowly, rubbing his sweat clad belly and breath slowly, clinging the white tee in one hand.