[thoughtless]

"Usually I'm not" Zayn said, starting to get hard "But being pregnant always make me... uh... craving for contact" he said, trying to avoid the word 'Horny' "This happen with a lot of men, and you seem to be no different. Besides, I must say you look quite well while pregnant" he approached Garret and lifted his hand slightly "may I?" He asked, his hand hovering over Garret's belly.

Garret tried to keep a grin on his face but he could feel it slipping as Zayn's hand moved closer to his belly. The water took away the pain in his back and the stiffness in his limbs, the aggressive flirting and vulgar words made him feel as dominant as he was at the club or in the board room, and the way the kid looked at his cock made him feel potent and powerful, like before this whole situation started...and then he was reminded of the belly.

Whatever the boy thought, it wasn't hot. It wasn't sexy. That bulge was only a reminder that he wasn't in control and Garret hated it. In truth, Garret hadn't been with anyone since the whole matter started...well...except for his assistant Toby. And Toby didn't really count. He had thought that in a place like this, surrounded by others in the same position, he'd be able to let some of that go. Apparently it wasn't that easy.

Garret licked his lips, forcing his grin wider, hoping his insecurities hadn't seeped through. He slowly eased himself to a standing position and took Zayn's wrist. He gently, sensually, pulled it down, down away from his belly, down through the water and held it inches from his now throbbing erection.

"Isn't there something you'd rather feel, Zayn?"