《Re:Paranoia!》Chapter 68: Mild Acceptance (18+)
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It was almost midnight, and the sky blinked with glittering lights. The pale, crescent moon shone through the cracks in the clouds. Some of that ethereal glow happened to highlight Evelyn's beauty through the window, and the slight, scared tilt of her head. Her tears traced the delicate curves of her cheeks, struggling to hang by her chin, and then dropping to her lap. They glistened under the picturesque night sky. She looked like a moon goddess crying falling stars.
"I don't know how, but somehow... it happened," she bit her wet, bottom lip and sniffed, "Seline told me. I didn't believe her at first, but then I felt it. My baby... no, our baby. It's real, Jered. I can feel the small wisps of mana gathering here," she ran her hand around her belly in gentle, soothing motions.
Jered didn't know how to react, so he stared at her, silently. She stared back, her lips quivering between a thin line and a weak smile.
"Am I... going to become a dad?"
Even his words didn't hold that steely confidence of having everything under control. An unwanted child was beyond his control.
"Yes, you are..." she whispered softly.
There was no feeling akin to 'having your world crumbling down', that was for sure.
It was ridiculous. Jered had always been collected, be it in front of the unknown, hellish creatures, or godly existences.
But now he felt like an imbecile with his mouth hung open, blinking at Evelyn.
He was going to become a dad.
Would it be a boy or a girl?
Would they be like him?
Would he be a good dad?
Could he protect them?
A slew of questions ran through his head, each of them twisting his face into a different expression.
He didn't know what he was feeling, maybe nothing, maybe it was all in his head.
Nevertheless, he stood up, and walked up to Evelyn. She stared at him soulfully as he crouched down in front of her, and cradled her hands into his.
"You're not pulling my leg, are you?"
"I would never joke about something like this, Jered."
He nodded thoughtfully, not seeing any sign of deceit in her eyes. The tears were true, and so was the trembling of her hands. What was he supposed to do now, or say? The thought of having a kid didn't sit well with him. Not because he didn't want one, but because it was way too early. It was not the right time. And it would have been annoyingly complicated to explain it to anyone. His mother would have a fit, he was sure of that. His sister... well, he didn't know what her reaction would be.
But it would definitely be a sight to see.
Kenny would... do something unnecessarily stupid.
As for Rainey, he'd bet that she would have a jolly time laughing at him. And then she'd spout some nonsensical advice for parenthood—not that he would listen.
"Jered?"
He ran a hand across his face, "That's... great news..." his smile was forced, and she knew it too.
Evelyn shook her head with a bitter curl of her lips, "It's okay... I'm not going to force you to be there for our child. You're still too young, and it would be unfair..."
No, it would have been unfair to leave her alone, to leave the child to grow up fatherless.
"No, no, no!" he squeezed her hands, "I might not be experienced... but I'll do my best."
Her smile turned into a genuine one.
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"You're so precious, Jered..."
One of her hands slipped off his grasp, and gently nudged his cheekbone.
Was that really the right thing to do?
Was he really prepared for that?
Did he even want it?
"It's getting late..." she whispered, "... and we have to wake up early."
Jered nodded numbly, deciding to shelf his introspection for a later date. With a sigh, he shoved himself back up and lay down on the bed. Evelyn followed him and did the same. This time, she didn't seem to avoid his touch. She didn't avoid his eyes. In fact, she couldn't get her eyes off him. They were a few inches apart. If he reached a hand out, he was sure it would find a very sweet spot.
The same spot his child would one day come out of.
Evelyn sunk further into her pillow, her hair splayed all around her head.
He turned off the lamp next to them, and their hotel room was engulfed in darkness. Only the faint moonlight trickled in. Beautiful, no doubt. But that lack of light made those thoughts come back.
"I can sense a lot of unease in you."
Jered couldn't bring himself to face her, so he looked up, at the ceiling, again.
"Not unease. More like... I don't know... hah, I honestly don't know what I'm feeling."
It wasn't happiness. It wasn't fear. It wasn't sadness. And it definitely wasn't anticipation.
But it was something.
"That's normal," Evelyn continued in a softer tone, "You're still in denial, but you're forcing yourself to accept it. You don't have to do this now."
Then, when was he supposed to do it?
He didn't voice that out, though, "I'm surprised you're not more... apprehensive. You've been so squeamish whenever the topic of 'sex' came up in our conversations. I would imagine having a child with me would... make you freak out, haha..."
She rolled her eyes, "Give me some credit, Jered. I've been through this once before. Yes, the fact that a teenager knocked me up is... icky. But I'm a Magician. I'm strong. I can handle this."
A perfectly-delivered lie.
Jered didn't believe her. It was just her way to leave a backdoor for him. He could leave anytime he wanted.
It was not his fault.
But what would that make of him? What would his father say?
No. Jered had to be a man. He had to be there for her.
It was his child, for fuck's sake. Why was he vacillating?
"You're so foolish," a brief pause, "I'm not going anywhere. Why would I? You think I'm not capable enough to be a father? Yes, sure, I'm too young, and I definitely don't cut a fatherly figure. But that's my child too. I'm going to be there, to protect, and provide for both of you. And I assure you. If there's anything that I want, I will find a way to get it. So, no, Evelyn. Spare me your mawkish bullshit and let me do this."
Evelyn's eyes crinkled, her lips arching into a smile that would turn any man into a mindless simp, "My, look at you being more mature and responsible than my ex-husband was."
"Oh, so you're already comparing me to your ex-husband. What next, you'll be comparing our dick size?"
"Jered!"
She laughed, and then playfully slapped his arm.
"Seriously though," Jered closed in and whispered into her ear. His face was tightened into such a serious frown that she found herself listening attentively, "Between me and him, who made you scream the loudest?"
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"Jered!"
Evelyn stared at him reproachingly. If she was standing up, she would have been forking her hips. The thought made him smirk.
"Here you go again with that kissable pout," he swept a thumb up her chin, feeling the soft, wetness of her rosy lips, "I might begin to think you're doing it on purpose."
At first, she blinked, some sort of internal conflict warring inside her head. Then she unconsciously parted her lips to accommodate his finger between her pearly whites. She bit softly, slowly, on his skin. Her shaky, warm breath bathed his hand. Jered saw the intensity in her eyes, the desire she was strangling back because, really, she was a silly woman. A flick of her tongue almost made his hand go numb, the sensation traveling down to his loins, where his imagination gave way to a flood of images involving that naughty mouth of hers.
Evelyn pulled back slightly, not before planting a kiss on the tip of his thumb.
"I'm going to be honest. I didn't expect this..." he mouthed out, calming down his breathing, "... but I like it."
"Shhh..."
She shuffled around, crawling on top of him. Her knees were at his sides, and he fit so perfectly underneath her, like two blocks of Tetris. A thousand words hid in Evelyn's eyes, and she tried to convey them all with her actions. She leaned down, her lips brushing delicately against the skin of his neck. One kiss. Two. Three. Ever so downward, she'd leave a trail of her saliva, and he followed it with his eyes.
His shirt foiled her advance, but it was a small problem.
With a tug, he let her slip his shirt off of him.
Jered's bare torso heaved up and down under her gaze. He wasn't ripped by any means, but his genetics ensured that he had a toned physique. Evelyn let her hands run freely across his chest, shoulders, then back down towards his abs. She was teasing him. She was aware of how tight his pants were becoming. It was a type of torture he had done to her before, and now she was getting revenge. He resisted the urge to chuckle.
She smiled cheekily, and resumed her series of kisses from where she had left off.
With each kiss, Evelyn would look up at him, and then do it again, slower.
He promised himself that he'd get her back for that.
The tingling ache on his erection was getting unbearable. If it was any other woman, he would have been motivated to just push her head down and penetrate her throat. But Evelyn wasn't any other woman. In a certain way, she was special. To what degree he didn't know. But he didn't want to ruin this moment.
Evelyn's lips reached the waistband of his pants, where she could clearly see where the bulge of his hard member began and ended. She slid her slender fingers around the hem and pulled down. His cock was so hard that its head had wormed out of his underwear. She got rid of that last hindrance too. Jered's throbbing meat sprung up next to her face, finally free of its binding. She folded one hand around it, marveling at its velvety warmth.
He groaned, his muscles tensing.
Then Evelyn stretched her lips wide open. A cobweb of saliva knotted the ceiling of her mouth with her tongue, like a flimsy barrier protecting that deep, narrow tunnel at the end of her oral cavity. She slowly eased him inside her mouth, swallowing him down until her chin was resting against the skin of his balls.
His hips jerked involuntarily.
She applied a gentle suction force, her hot, wet, and silky tongue slithering around his hard member. She lapped at his tip, where a bead of pre-cum was oozing out. Jered slung his head back, his breathing ragged. Evelyn's mouth put a lot of stress on his cock, slurping and sucking him further inside the tight grip of her throat. With one hand she held his shaft, her tongue tracing the grooves around his flared head.
"Fuck..."
She eventually hunched back, a thin line of drool bridging her lips with his penis. She spat on top of it, and then proceeded to use her sleek saliva as a makeshift lube to rub and pump his length.
He rested a hand on top of her head, his fingers digging through her hair.
"That's... amazing..."
A soft smile was her answer before Evelyn devoured him again, her lips sealing around his head. His manhood slid down her warm, damp cave. She bobbed her head back and forth, "Mmmmmh ~ Mmmmmh..." she moaned with him, making sure the slurping, smacking sounds of her mouth pushed him closer to the edge. He made eye contact with her, his cock still engulfed in the confines of her tight entrance. He watched as her tongue poked out of her lips, sweeping the underside of his shaft, before moving back up to his red crown.
Jered clenched his teeth and held back the urge overpowering his senses. But with her tongue swirling around his length like a curious worm, it was getting harder and harder.
Evelyn plopped his cock out of her mouth, "Come on..." she said, softly. She stretched her mouth wide apart, unfurling her tongue. She held his mushroom head against it, and began to jack him off, "Come on, Jered..."
He knew what she wanted.
And being on the receiving end of such a heated stare, he didn't feel it in himself to hold back anymore. Not when her hand became a blur as she rubbed it up and down.
Ah, to hell with it!
He loosened the knot in his stomach, and with a drawn-out groan, Jered's cock spat out ropes upon ropes of cum all over her tongue and face. She panted, twirling her tongue around, as if to show him how talented she was at balancing his puddle of cum on its tip. Then she retracted it back inside her mouth, and swallowed.
Holy shit.
She swallowed.
Jered let his head hit the pillow, his breathing evening out, "Ha, yeah... I didn't expect a blowjob right after you told me you are pregnant."
"You were tense. Besides, you deserved it," Evelyn said as he reclaimed her spot next to him, her face was slightly tired, and dirty, "What you said made me truly happy. An unwanted pregnancy can be a scary thing, but you took it in stride, and decided to stick around. Not many men do that, even more so when they're teenagers."
He laughed, "And not many teachers blow their students in a run-down hotel a thousand miles away from home."
"Mean," she scoffed, wiping her face with the sleeves of her blouse, "Don't misunderstand. It wasn't free. I'm expecting you to return the favor one day."
"But you said I deserved it!"
"Yes, which is why I'm not making you pay for it today."
"Oh please, if you want me to get you off, just come here and sit on my face," Jered challenged.
"Tempting, but no."
"Aww..."
Evelyn laughed, edged closer to him, and kissed him on the cheek, "Goodnight."
He blinked, feeling something sticky on his face, "You did that only because you wanted to smear some of my cum on my face..."
"Maybe..."
"..."
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