A new story from yours truly. Expect regular updates in varying length! Certain chapters may not be safe for work or minors. Said chapters will have appropriate disclaimers. 


Chapter 1 – F-A-M-E 

Haven was young at a ripe age of twenty-one.  He was a slight boy, very lean and skinny, but ripped with definition and muscle tone. His model-like body boasted of discipline and sacrifice, but his stomach was rounded and protruding and barely covered by the light pink V-neck he was sporting. He was in his fifth month at twenty-two weeks and a normal size. He was by all means beautiful and extraordinary to look at by any standard; a long neck, a chiseled jaw, hallowed cheeks, high cheekbones, bright gray eyes, and golden hair in a faux-hawk that went from forehead to the baseline of his neck. It was impossible for the boy to be ugly at any angle. 

“Shut up,” he laughed, flashing his teeth and leaning back in the leather seat of his Escalade. His shirt rode up on his growing belly, revealing a luscious tan. “I am not that desperate.” 

“You are way too picky,” said his friend Mako. They were headed across town to the Blacklight Room for a little fun in the grand City of New York. Though he couldn’t drink Haven was determined to not let his unexpected pregnancy get him down. He wanted to have a good time and Mako was going to help him achieve that. The driver stopped at the red light and three or four cars pulled in around the Escalade, windows rolling down, and cameras flashing into the dark-tinted windows of their car. Haven didn’t even notice, or chose not to. The light turned green and they pulled away, the paparazzi rolled up their windows and followed, and then rinsed and repeated at the next red light. “You need a man who will take care of you and that baby boy of yours. That’s what I think, anyway.” 

“Like I need taking care of,” Haven grinned, looking out of the window into the neon streets. 

“You’re kidding me right? You totally need someone to keep you in line,” laughed Mako, who knew his friend better than anyone. 

“That’s why you’re here,” said Haven. “A man needs his BFF wherever he goes.” 

“True, but I still think you need a man. And I won’t be around all the time.” 

Haven rolled his eyes just as they arrived. The entrance to the club was already mobbed with paparazzi and camera lights began to flash. The black Escalade pulled into the valet parking slow and the crowd that was waiting to get into the club had their attention pulled into the ensuing madness. They watched the escalade and wondered who would be getting out of it. 

“Ready for the flashing lights, babydoll?” asked Mako, who was primping his dark hair in a hand-mirror.

“Sometimes I think you are way too prissy,” said Haven, who was somewhat more masculine than his friend. “You’d probably get more dates if you manned up a bit.” 

“I get laid more than you do, what are you even talking about?! You can’t handle this fabulosity.” 

The driver stepped out of the escalade and went around opening the door for Haven and Mako.  Haven’s bodyguards emerged from the second escalade that pulled in behind the first and began to push the paparazzi back and secure breathing room for the young celebrities. The two exited the vehicle and were hit with a million flashes of light. Haven smoothed his Louis Vuitton jeans once he had his feet on the pavement and equipped his dark Chanel sunglasses. He was sure he had exposed a good portion of his belly in his effort to get out of the SUV, but he didn’t mind. He, in fact, loved the attention. 

“Haven! Haven!” shouted the paparazzi. “You gonna get laid tonight, Haven? Where’s Tanner? You’re not gonna drink any alcohol, are you? Looking good Haven, look this way! This way! Are you and Mako dating? This way! Smile Haven! Is it true you’re having a boy? Look this way, Haven! Boy or girl?! Hey Mako! How long you gonna be in the city, Haven? Your faux-hawk looks amazing, Haven! Is it true Tanner dumped you once you got pregnant? Nice jeans, Haven!” The questions, statements, and general nonsense went on and on and all at once. Haven’s bodyguards cleared a path towards the entrance to the club and they bypassed the bewildered line of people and went straight into the doors, leaving the insanity outside. 

“Mr. Breaks your usual den is ready for you,” said someone to his right and Haven followed. All around him in the bustling night club he was being watched and stared at. The star-struck eyes of the club-goers were largely ignored by the duo (who had become immune) and they continued into a booth in a corner with comfortable red couches lining the walls. While it wasn’t cut-off from the general public it had an air of exclusivity and was the perfect place for Haven and Mako to relax and have fun. “Here you are sirs, enjoy and let us know if you need anything.” 

“Actually we’d like some waters and I’d like a bottle of Mark West pinot noir, please,” said Mako who had settled next to Haven on the couch. 

“Of course,” said the guy and he disappeared. 

People were still staring and taking pictures with their smart-phones, but Haven and Mako were in a bubble and couldn’t be bothered to notice. “See any hot guys?” asked the latter of the two. 

“None I want to hook up with,” replied Haven, who scanned over the crowd in front of him. All he saw was a bunch of people who wanted to take his picture, and/or already were. He put on a fake smile and turned back to Mako who gave him a sympathetic smile. “So how about you? Who are you interested in these days?” 

“Anyone who’s not famous. So done with that,” he stated, casually pulling out his phone to read a text message. The waiter came back around with a tray upon which sat a bottle of wine and glasses, and Mako poured himself a drink. “I feel bad drinking. Are you sure it’s okay?” 

“Go ahead,” said Haven waving his hand. “Enjoy yourself. I’ll enjoy myself watching you get drunk.” 

“I am a fun drunk. But not tonight, I have a plane to catch in the morning!” Mako stated, sipping his pinot noir. “You know, I think it’s great that you’re still up for having a good time. Most guys get pregnant and sit on their couch for nine months wearing oversized clothes from Dillards. You have to give yourself credit for getting out of bed every day and putting on your fierce couture and rocking it as a preggo.” 

“What is Dillards, precious?” Haven joked and reached for his boring glass of water. 

“You should pose nude for Vanity Fair,” said Mako. 

“I’m actually in negotiations right now.” 

“Oh shizz, no way?” 

“They offered me one million, I demanded two,” Haven smirked. “They’re thinking about it.” 

“You’re such a diva.” 

“What is the word for a male diva, anyway?” asked Haven, laughing. 

“A hustler,” stated Mako, matter-of-fact. “I learned that from Beyoncé. Anyway, what’s there to think about, seriously? Any magazine that puts you nude on the cover rolls in the dough.” 

Haven shrugged and abruptly stood up, belly forward, reaching his hand out to his petite friend. “Wanna dance?” 

“I thought you’d never ask!” 

They left the bubble of their booth and Haven led the way to the crowded dance floor. At this point they had melded into the crowd and their anonymity kept them safe from staring eyes. Now that he was looking he was aware of all of the gorgeous men and women around him without flaw or blemish. Everyone was dressed like they were rich and fabulous. The two danced for a while until their asses were on fire. But once people caught on to who they were and the cell-phone cameras came out Haven lost his drive. 

“Haven can I have your autograph?” asked a cute girl with blonde hair and oversized tits. “It would mean so much to me.” 

“Sure,” said Haven less than enthusiastically. He wanted to get out now. “Uh, do you have a pen?” 

“Oh my God, no, crap,” said the girl. “Can I take a picture instead? You know, with you?” 

“Yeah…” he sighed and posed with the girl who stuck out her arm with the phone at the end and snapped the picture. 

“Thanks so much! And good luck with the pregnancy and everything.” 

“Uh huh,” suddenly everyone in the club was descending on them for autographs, even Mako who was only famous for a few TV shows and a handful of lesser known movies. Haven signaled to one of his bodyguards across the room and led Mako out of the venue and into the fresh spring air of NYC, only to be bombarded with paparazzi. The escalade was pulled forward and he and Mako climbed in and were out. 

“Can’t even enjoy a nightclub for more than two hours anymore,” sighed the American superstar. His back was hurting and he was hot from all the dancing. He reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing a sweaty muscular body and a bulging second trimester belly. His back stuck to the leather seat and he made a mental note about replacing them with something else. 

“Well most people don’t see a super sexy pregnant celebrity dancing in a nightclub,” said Mako, who was admiring his best friend’s body. “You’re like the hottest pregnant boy ever.” 

“Do you want my autograph?” grinned Haven, looking tiredly over at Mako. “Thanks for going out with me tonight.” 

“Hey girl, it was fun. You should feel empowered as a pregnant man. Don’t ever let it get you down! Even when you get so huge you can’t get out of bed.” 

“Do you have to leave tomorrow?” Haven made the saddest puppy-face that Mako had ever seen. 

“Yes! Oh God don’t look at me like that, I might cry,” the dark-haired boy ruffled Haven’s short golden faux-hawk and frowned. “I’ll miss you, best friend.” 

“I’ll miss you more.” To any outsider it would appear that there was a romantic connection between the pair, and the gossip magazines were already in a field-day about them, but Haven felt everything but romance towards his friend. Mako had a similar outlook. The two were made for each other but in a very friendly way. It was an awkward thought for Haven to view his friend in any other way than a “BFF”.

The escalade arrived to Haven’s hotel and the pesky paparazzi were already there waiting. “Well this is where I say goodbye!” said Mako and the two hugged in the privacy of the tinted vehicle. “Take care of yourself. I’ll be back from London in one month! Please don’t do anything crazy while I’m gone.” 

“Pah! You’re insane if you think I won’t. But hey, have fun and I’ll be here when you get back!” They hugged again and Mako got out and disappeared into the horde of paparazzi. 

“You gonna put your shirt on?” asked his driver, who had kept silent up to that point. 

Haven laughed out loud and stepped out into the warm late night. The flashes were innumerable. His tanned naked torso turned white in the constant light of camera-flashes. His pregnant belly led the way through the crowd. 

“Haven! Why is your shirt off? What were you two doing in there? You look good as a pregnant person! What do you use for stretch-mark prevention!? Good job! Haven! Haven! Rub your belly for the camera! Smile! Hey Haven!” and etcetera, etcetera. 

Inside the hotel, in the luxury suite he was renting out, he stripped to his briefs and ordered in a late meal. He was craving pizza with extra pepperoni. In the full-length mirror he examined himself and approved. His muscular body was as perfect as ever and he was planning to hit the gym in the morning to keep it that way. His stomach, which was roundest around his bellybutton, was growing more than he had anticipated and he was already feeling the first flutters of his son inside. He was more than nervous about fatherhood, but it was an emotion he suppressed. He admired his bellybutton, which was well on its way to “popping”. Overall, he was excited about what pregnancy was doing to his body. His dick tingled in his tight briefs and he disappeared into the bathroom to take care of business. 

xx

-- Edited by Lyric on Monday 21st of February 2011 12:10:42 AM