Title: Blast Into The Past.
Pairing: Synyster Gates & Bob Dylan
Year/Settings: 1966, England & Washington State, America.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bob Dylan or Synyster Gates, or any of the Bob Dylan & Avenged Sevenfold songs mentioned in this writing.
Rating: NC-21 or MA or whatever you would call a story with sex in almost every chapter.
Summary: Synyster Gates finds himself in the year 1966, caused by a lamp he found in a hookuh bar. He rubbed the lamp and out popped a Genie. Brian wished to visit the year 1966, where he meets Bob Dylan and everything in the story is what happens after that.
Warning's!: Sex (Lots of it) Not to mention between two men. ALSO, MPREG, big time. And rape and dirty language and drug use, smoking and alcohol. (Wow)
Bob was throwing up again. He was 3 weeks into his 2nd pregnancy and the morning sickness wasn't over. His grumpiness had passed almost completely and now he was just lazy.
The only time he did something was when Gi was crying and Brian was at the store or something. He'd get up and walk around with Gi until he fell back asleep.
He'd eat French fries all day long, and he figured he could gain weight that way.
One day he stepped on the scale Brian bought, "4 ounces
" He said to himself. "Brian is gonna be happy."
"4 ounces in 1 week, that's great Bob! That's a pound per month." He hugged Bob who shrugged.
"Ooo, big deal." Bob shrugged.
Brian frowned. "Oh Bob
" He went to the kitchen and set the groceries on the counter.
Bob followed him.
"I got you some chocolate pudding, chocolate milk and more French fries. Some fresh from town too." He handed Bob the bag and Bob cheered.
"Yay!" Bob skipped to the dining room and sat at the table and dug into the bag.
Brian sat down next to Bob after he put all the things away, "You wanna go out in the pool baby?" He asked.
"After I eat, sure." Bob surprised Brian with that answer.
Bob nodded, "I need some fresh air,"
Then the phone rang and Bob's head shot up. Brian got up to answer it but Bob yelled for him to stop.
"It's Albert, don't get it." He said.
Brian raised an eyebrow, "What if it's Doctor Quinn?" Brian asked.
"Why would he be calling?" Bob looked desperate.
"If Its Albert, I'll hang up." Brian said.
"Please, baby, no." Bob begged.
"Don't worry, Bob." Brian went to the living room.
He picked up the phone, "Hello?" He answered.
"Give the phone the Bob, please."
Damn, Bob is always right.
"Brian, I can see him right now. Didn't he ever tell you that I had cameras set up there?"
Brian froze, "No, he didn't."
"Tisk tisk, Some boyfriend huh?"
"Shut the fuck up Albert, you're not talking to him." Brian snapped and Bob poked his head into the room.
"Then tell him I'll be over in 10 minutes to see him." Albert said casually.
"Fuck no, fuck you! You come here and I'll-"
"What? I'll spill your guy's secret if you do anything." Albert threatened.
Brian clenched his teeth.
Then he hung up.
"I told you." Bob looked frightened, "Well, I guess I have to do it again
" he shook his head and sat on the couch.
Brian sighed, "Go to sleep, I'll talk to him when he gets here."
"Well why act? He knows I'm not sleeping."
"Just do it, I don't want him to see you or Gi." Brian said.
"Okay," Bob turned and left the room.
Brian sat on the couch and waited, he turned on the T.V and scanned through the channels uninterested.
Then after 15 minutes, the expected knock came on the door.
Brian stood up and walked to the door.
"Evening, Brian." Albert smiled sinisterly.
Brian glared, "Can't you find your own man?"
"No, Bob is my boy. I don't need anyone else." Albert went past him into the house.
Brian glared at Albert's back, "I should fucking kill this creep."
"Where is Bobby?" Albert turned to Brian.
"Sleeping with Gi." Brian said firmly.
"Wake him." Albert ordered.
"Excuse me?" Brian narrowed his eyes.
"I didn't stutter, pretty boy. Go wake him, now."
He needs to die. Taking advantage of us like this
There's a knife in our closet.
He walked upstairs and opened their room door.
"He's here, he wants to talk to you." Brian said, going to their closet.
Bob made a noise of protest as he lay on the bed.
"I'm getting the knife." Brian said, grabbing the knife from one of Bob's converse.
Brian looked at Bob, "Unless you want to keep fucking him for a year to keep our secret." Brian looked at Bob seriously.
Don't kill him. It'd only be harder
" Bob said.
"Are you sure? He may want to knock you up after you have this baby." Brian said.
"I won't let him." Bob said sharply.
Brian frowned, "He isn't gonna wear a condom, Bobby."
"Don't worry Brian. Doctor Quinn can find a way for us."
Bob went downstairs, seeing Albert leaned against the wall waiting.
Albert heard Bob and looked up, grinning. "Finally," He walked over to Bob who looked bummed out.
Brian was staying up stairs with Gi.
"I missed you," Albert put a hand on Bob's cheek and Bob glared.
Albert smiled, "Aw, what's wrong, Bobby?" he wrapped a hand around Bob and Bob went stiff.
"Nothing." Bob mumbled.
"Then quit being moody."
"I'm pregnant and fucking you to save my ass, of course I'm gonna be moody!"
Albert smiled, "I only wanted to talk, but if you wanna
" Albert smirked.
Bob's eyes went wide, "Um,"
"Too late, you made me want to." Albert pulled Bob to the couch.
Bob began to roughly pull his pants back on, when Albert grabbed his arm.
He snatched his arm from Albert's grip, only to be pinned to the couch in response.
"That was great Bobby," He kissed Bob swiftly, "See you soon." He slapped Bob's thin thigh then stood up and pulled his clothes on.
Bob got up quickly and left the room. He went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet and cried.
He passed out on the floor a minute later and Brian found him 5 minutes later, carrying him to their room.
"Mother fucking genie." Brian muttered while rubbing Bob's back on the bed.
"Stop Brian, don't worry about it." Bob said and Brian stopped his movements on Bob's back. He looked down at Bob's face.
"What do you mean, baby?"
"Just don't worry, it'll be okay." Bob turned his head to look back at Brian.
Brian pursed his lips in thought.
1 month along-
Bob had gained a pound, and now could feel a tiny bump on his flat belly where the baby was. Too small to see though.
Brian was in the living room with 5 month old Giavonne, they were playing on the floor.
Giavonne was smiling at Brian's baby talk and laughing a little. Brian smiled at his son, so proud.
Bob entered the living room, hand on his belly.
"Brian, could you go to the store and get me some ice cream?" He asked.
"Why don't we all go?" He looked up from Gi to Bobby.
Bob shrugged, "I dunno."
"We can all go." Brian grinned at Giavonne.
"Well, what about the public?" Bob asked.
"You can wear a jacket again, like the last time we all went, well, Gi was still in you." Brian chuckled.
Bob's face was emotionless.
Brian frowned, "What's wrong baby?" He asked.
"Well, you can take Gi, but I'm staying here." Bob said.
"Well, why?" Brian picked up Gi and walked over to Bob.
Bob shrugged, "Too risky, don't you think?" He looked in Brian's eyes.
"I'll tell anyone who asks that the baby is mine." Brian said.
"When he looks just like me? Good luck." Bob shook his head dismissively.
"He's got my hair and lips." Brian kissed Gi's head."
"So did the woman that I banged that had him." Bob joked, making a suggested on what they could tell people.
Brian disagreed, "No. No woman had this baby."
"Oh yeah? What are you crazy Brian? Guys can't have babies." Bob smirked and crossed his arms.
"Bob Dylan can." Brian replied playfully.
Giavonne was reaching for Bobby and Brian handed him to Bob who gave Gi his finger to suck on.
"So, you gonna go?" Bob asked.
"I thought we had ice cream?" Brian suddenly remembered.
"I ate it all." Bob said.
"What? We bought it on Wednesday." Brian looked at Bob in disbelief.
"And?" Bob chuckled.
Brian rolled his eyes, "Guess I better buy a gallon this time." He went to the kitchen to grab the car keys.
Bob followed him, while bouncing Gi in his arms.
"So you want me to take Gi?" Brian asked, rubbing Gi's dark hair.
"Nah, he can stay here with mommy." Bob smirked at Brian who grinned and gave Bob a quick kiss.
"Alright baby, see you in a bit."
"Bye, drive safe."
Brian was throwing things like, candy and chips into the cart. He almost grabbed a bottle of cheap wine, which was Bob's favorite, but then he remembered.
"Golly, being pregnant must suck." He muttered
"I bet it does
" A voice startled him and he turned to see Albert smirking at him.
He narrowed his eyes, "Fuck off." He turned to walk away, to go find the ice cream.
"Bobby likes eggplant." Albert said, following Brian who clenched his teeth in anger.
"Really? I had no idea." He replied sarcastically.
"You should get it for him."
"If he wanted it he would have asked. He wants ice cream." Brian said.
Soon, Albert was walking beside him and not behind him.
"Oh, what kind?"
"I said fuck off." Brian snapped.
"I don't have to listen to you. So how is my darling Bobby?" Albert asked.
Brian really needed to kill this guy.
"He's not yours, and he's just fine." Brian said.
"Oh? Not mine eh?" Albert said, watching Brian pick out the ice cream.
"That's right. I didn't fucking stutter, did I?" Brian glared, "Now why don't you go fuck yourself." He put the ice cream in the cart and walked off, Albert following behind again.
"You're sharing him though, which is so kind."
"I have no fucking choice you fucking pervert!" Brian spat, and people began to stare.
Albert tried not to smile.
"You wouldn't mind having a few of my friends get on that would you?" He smirked.
Brian's mouth fell open, "That's going too far, Albert. Don't." He looked devastated.
Albert shrugged, "Blackmail is my favorite thing you know."
"Why would you do that to Bob?" Brian snapped, "You know he's pregnant and feeling like shit all of the time."
"Oh he's always pregnant, he's used to it."
"No he's not! He's a man, his body isn't meant for that!" Brian replied.
"Oh fucking well, that's the body he got, he can live with it." Albert said.
"We're gonna move, far away from where you can't find us." Brian almost yelled.
"Oh? I'll find you. And if you do move, I'll tell the public your secret."
"We'll say you're nuts and you're just trying to get back at us. Whose gonna believe something like a pregnant man?
"I'll find you guys and show them Bob's belly, because it should be big by then."
Brian glared, "You're going to hell. This is none of your business."
"Bob is my client, of course it's my business."
"Work doesn't have anything to do with this." Brian said harshly.
"I've known him longer than you, Brian."
"So the fuck what? Now fuck off." He pushed the cart to the counter.
"I'll be over there in a week to see Bobby." Albert said, before walking away.
Brian wanted to commit murder.
"We have to fucking kill that guy."
Brian came through the door looking angry as fuck, as Bob sat on the couch, changing Gi's diaper.
"Hey baby, oh shit, what's wrong?" He noticed Brian's face.
"Ran into the pervert at the store." Brian said as he passed Bob going into the kitchen.
Bob cussed, then got up, holding Gi and walked into the kitchen where Brian was beginning to put things away.
"What happened?" the smaller of the 2 asked, actually scared of Brian's mood right now.
He looked murderous.
"Threatened, annoyed, said he wants to see you again. I told him to fuck off." Brian snapped as he threw cans into cabinets.
"What did he say?"
"I just told you!" Brian yelled.
Bob flinched, eyes getting wide on Brian.
Brian saw Bob, holding their baby to his chest, looking scared at fuck and he sighed.
"Shit, baby, I'm sorry." He walked over to Bob and wrapped his arms around him and Gi.
Bob couldn't hug back of course with Gi in his arms.
"I'm just frustrated and sick of this guy. He said if we move away, he'll tell. My only idea is to kill him." Brian said seriously.
Bob gasped, "Kill him?"
Brian shrugged, "Or you can endure fucking him for another year."
"I'd rather fuck him than kill him, Brian." Bob looked appalled.
"Fine, have it your way. But if he knocks you up
"He won't!" Bob yelled
They just stared each other down for a moment.
"I don't want you sleeping with him anymore Bobby." Brian said.
"You think I fucking want to?!" Bob screamed.
Brian sighed, "Of course not, but he wants to get you pregnant Bobby."
"I won't let him, Brian"
"Didn't he say that he wanted to??" Brian snapped.
"He said he would if I wasn't already pregnant!" Bob yelled.
Brian followed him. "He's a blackmailing dick!" he shouted.
"Brian, we're not gonna fucking kill him." Bob snapped, after he'd set Gi down.
"Fine Bob, get knocked up again then."
He looked away from Brian and shook his head, about to cry.
"Damn it, Bob I'm sorry, but this is just
"Maybe we could run away and go into hiding in Africa or Germany, where no one will find us." Bob said, "Oh who am I kidding
" He muttered.
"Actually Bobby, that isn't that bad of an idea." Brian looked in thought.
"Forget it Brian, I don't want to take any chances. Let's just get through this year smoothly, I'll keep doing what I have to, and then we'll go to 2008, okay?" Brian leaned in, so he was looking deep in Brian's eyes.
Brian sighed in defeat, "Alright, Bobby." He gave Bob a hug, Bob hugged back weakly.
"I hope you're right on this." He added.
"I am." Bob rubbed Brian's cheek.
Bob was typing away on his type writer, smiling happily at the ideas popping out of nowhere.
Brian walked into the office, "Giavonne is asleep." He went and sat down by Bobby, who was still grinning.
"What are you writing, baby? He asked and Bob didn't stop typing, but his smile did fade.
"Bobby?" Brian said.
"Shh!" Bob glared at him and Brian, narrowed his eyes.
"Well, I see how it is." Brian got up and was about to leave the room.
"Hey, come read this!" Bob called to him.
Brian turned around and now saw Bob grinning at him.
"Alright." He went and sat down next to Bobby again.
"What is it?" Brian asked.
"Another song. I finished it." Bob said, happily.
Bob began reading.
Bob was watching Brian's face for a reaction.
Brian narrowed his eyes, "This is the one for me right? 'I Want You'?"
"I don't quit get it, baby." He looked at Bobby who frowned.
"What don't you get?" Bobby looked at the paper himself.
"How is this about me? You say, 'She' in there." Brian asked.
"It's just a song for you, not about you." Bob looked insulted.
"Oh, okay then. I like it." Brian nodded at Bob who narrowed his eyes in anger.
"That's it? You just 'Like it'?" He snapped.
Brian looked taken aback, "I've never been one for poetry Bob, you know that. But it's very good, okay?" he said, taking Bob's hand.
Bob shook his head, "You could have at least lied to me, Brian." He snapped the name then harshly got up from the bench and quickly left the room.
Brian got up and followed, "Bobby, please. Don't be like that." Brian called and Bob began running down the stairs.
"Bobby, don't run, you could fa-"
BANG! CRASH! THUD!
Brian ran down the end of the steps where Bob lay gripping his stomach on the floor with a turned over and broken lamp next to him.
"Oh, Brian. Call doctor Quinn now." Bob gripped his stomach so hard, and Brian put a hand over Bob's hands.
"Shit, shit, shit, okay, don't move." Brian ran and grabbed the phone.
"Doctor Quinn, Bob fell down the stairs, please get here fast!"
I'm sorry." Doctor Quinn bowed his head and Bob began to cry while Brian held him.
"The fall killed it." Doctor added.
"It's my fault!" Bob yelled, "I killed my own baby!" He suddenly got up and ran out of the room.
"Bob!" They both called, running after him.
When they got to the kitchen, Bob was digging a knife into his arm.
"Bobby no! Brian screamed and ran over to Bob, grabbing the knife from him. But there was already blood.
"Shit! Bob, what the hell?" He grabbed Bob's arm and Doctor Quinn quickly left the room to get supplies he knew he'd be needing.
"What the fuck were you trying to do Bobby?" Brian yelled and Bob fell to the ground, hands covering his face as his blood slowly dripped onto the floor.
"I killed it, I kill our baby, Brian, I killed it! I need to die now!" He thrashed on the floor.
"No no no, it was an accident baby, please don't say that." Brian picked Bob up and made him sit at the table.
Doctor Quinn came back in and sat down next to Bobby, while Brian held his hand.
"It is my fault, it is! I knew better then to run!" Bob screamed.
"Shh, shh, baby," Brian kissed Bob's face and rubbed his back.
After Doctor Quinn was done wrapping up Bob's arm, Bob got up and ran up stairs to their room, and they heard the door slam shut.
"I'll be back." Brian ran up after Bob and entered the room to see Bob laying face flat on the bed crying.
"Go buy me some cigarettes please. Marlboro Reds." Bob interrupted him, face still in the pillows.
"Not until you sit up and look at me." Brian sat down on the bed next to Bob.
Bob groaned and then turned over so his face was out of the pillow. He glanced over at Brian who then put a hand on Bob's cheek. Bob's face was covered in tears.
"I love you." Brian said.
Bob only cried harder and nodded, "I love you too!" Bob threw his arms around Brian's neck.
"Doctor, could you watch Giavonne for us for about 30 minutes, me and Bobby need to go out for a bit."
"Absolutely." Doc smiled at them, already have been playing with Gi, who was now awake.
"Thank you." They held hand as they walked out the house to the car.
They bought the cigarettes and Bob smoked 4 already before they even got back home.
He hadn't smoked since he found out he was pregnant with Gi.
"Fuck, I missed these." He gave a long drag.
Brian was smoking too, "Yeah," he didn't feel as relaxed as he thought he would be.
Bob snuck out that night when everyone was asleep.
He went to find a meth or heroine dealer.
He walked around some alleys and street corners, only finding prostitutes.
But then he ran into a guy who looked promising.
"Hey beautiful, you looking for something?" The man asked casually.
Bob bit his lip, "You selling anything, man?" He rocked from foot to foot. It was freezing cold and he was a small guy after all.
"Yeah, whatcha need sweetheart?"
"Meth, but if you don't have that, heroine is fine." Bob whispered.
"I have both."
"Oh cool." Bob pulled out his wallet.
The man glanced into Bob's wallet, "Shit boy, you rich?"
Bob nodded, "Yeah, I am." He pulled out 2 50's and the dealer pulled out the drugs.
"Thanks." Bob smiled and the man nodded.
"Want to come to my place and do that shit with me and some friends?" The guy obviously didn't know who Bob Dylan was, or just didn't remember his face.
"I don't think that would be a good idea, I have to head home."
"Ahh, sneaking out are you?" The man grinned.
"Yeah, I've got a kid and a boyf-girlfriend at home."
"Boyfriend huh? Haha, I caught that slip up." The man chuckled and Bob smiled nervously.
"Wait a second
" The man looked at Bob closer, "Holy shit, you're Bob Dylan
"Uh, who?" Bob tried to look confused.
"Oh don't pull that! You're Bob mother fucking Dylan!" The man was grinning.
"Actually, no I'm not." Bob replied.
"You are, don't lie! I won't tell anyone
" He smirked.
"Well, I'm not him anyways, so." Bob was turning to leave.
"Hey Bob." The guy called.
Bob turned around, "Yes?" he answered.
"Ha! So you arm him!"
"Well, my name is Bob but not Bob Dylan." Bob tried.
"Man, I'm not stupid." The man got closer to Bob and Bob backed up a bit.
"And I won't tell anyone
"Dude, back away, I'm not him!" Bob said.
"Shh, yes you are. You look just like him." He grabbed Bob and pulled him to the wall.
Bob was pinned up against the wall by this guy harshly.
"Please, let me go." Bob gasped as a hand went around his neck.
"I'm not gonna hurt you beautiful
" He put his face to Bob's neck and Bob's breath hitched in his throat.
"Mmm, you smell good Bobby." He flicked his tongue along Bob's throat and Bob gasped.
"Mind if I
" The man reached his hand down to Bobby's small ass and squeezed.
"Let me go." Bob hissed.
"I'm just gonna take you home, smoke some meth and then fuck you, okay?"
Bob said nothing.
"Okay?" The man's voice was harsher.
His arm was grabbed and he was pulled to a car.
This guy had about 3 friends at his place and they were all smoking meth. Bob was scared as hell. But the tone that man used earlier, made him agree for his life.
"Hey, guys I brought a friend here." He held Bob's hand and Bob was looking down, "He's gonna smoke some meth with us." He smiled and the guys in the room gave Bob a friendly nod.
"Say hi." The man whispered and Bob waved, "Hi."
He took Bob to go sit on the couch and took the drugs from Bob.
"Go get my pipe, Johnny." He said.
Bob sat there silently, eyes on the carpet.
"I want to leave." He muttered.
"Oh, it won't be long. My name is Joe by the way, hey Alex, turn on the radio will ya." He motioned to the guy sitting on the floor.
Alex turned on the radio and Bob Dylan was playing, 'Like A Rolling Stone'.
Bob wanted to say something about that, but he didn't.
Johnny came back with Joe's pipe and two beers.
"Thanks John." He began taking care of getting the meth ready.
He handed Bob a beer and Bob drank it, thinking.
'Hell, if I have to do this, my as well do it drunk.'
"Can I have some whiskey too?" He asked.
"Of course, John get him some whiskey."
He handed Bob the ready pipe, Bob took it and was about to grab the lighter but Joe lit it for him instead.
Bob closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.
"Oh, you've got the sexiest lips
" Joe noticed as Bob sucked on the pipe. "I'd love to see them on my dick."
Bob finished his hit and exhaled slowly and Joe's lips connected with his and his eyes got wide.
Joe pulled his lips from Bob's then grabbed the pipe, taking his own hit.
Bob was on his back, his thighs pushed all the way back to his chest as Joe thrust into him steadily. Bob was gasping and even moaning, actually enjoying it. He was drunk and high and didn't really know that what he was doing was bad, and he was cheating on Brian.
"Shit, Bob Dylan is tight as fuck. I thought you had a boyfriend?" Joe groaned.
"I do, he fucks me all the time, but I stay tight." Bob replied, head thrown back.
"He must not be that big huh?"
"Oh he's huge." Bob smirked.
That's when Joe fucked him harder, and Bob gave a long drawn out moan.
He was pulled up so he was in Joe's lap and began to ride him hard.
Joe grabbed onto Bob's hips thrusting up into the smaller man.
"Fuck, fuck me." Bob threw his head back, not able to move anymore, he just sat there and took it.
Oh boy was he going to regret this, if he remembered it.
They fucked 1 more time after that, and then Bob passed out.
Bob woke up at 3 in the morning confused and memory wiped.
Then he remembered as he saw the unfamiliar man lying beside him.
" He slapped himself then got up out of the bed, looking for his clothes.
Brian woke up at 3 in the morning, having had a dream about Bob that jumped him out of sleep. "Bobby." He reached for his boyfriend, usually having to search a while since Bob was so thin and took up only 20 percent of the kind sized bed.
This time he didn't find him.
"Bobby," he sat up, "Must be in the bathroom or getting a snack." He laid back down after a moment.
But 20 minutes later, Bob never came.
He didn't even know where this guy lived or how far from his house he was.
He quietly left the house, making sure he grabbed the rest of the meth. The heroine was gone though.
It was dark and he was feeling like shit, as he walked through the cold night.
He pulled out a cigarette and began smoking it hastily to keep him calm and warm him up a bit.
Then he stopped dead in his tracks as he thought about something.
'I don't remember a condom being used'
He began to panic and his throat went tight.
'Fuck, fuck, fuck oh please God, please don't let me get knocked up from a complete stranger.'
He stopped by the store and got a pregnancy test.
Brian got up from the bed, and opened the bathroom door. No Bobby.
Then he went downstairs and checked everywhere down there. Still no Bobby.
"Shit, shit shit." He began to panic.
Bob was getting closer to their house and he had the test tucked into his back pocket, along with a new pack of Marlboro's.
Once at the doorstep of his and Brian's house, he's stopped dead when he saw the kitchen and living room lights on.
"Fuck," He fixed his hair and clothes and thought of something he could say.
'I was getting some cigarettes.'
He opened the door, and immediately heard someone running towards the door.
"Bobby!" Brian appeared, "Where were you I was beginning to lose my mind!" He looked Bobby up.
"Getting some cigarettes." Bob said softly.
Brian sighed in relief, "Had me worried sick." Brian kissed Bob's forehead.
Brian narrowed his eyes, "You smell like
" his eyes met Bob's.
Bob looked down, knowing what was coming.
"Oh come on Bobby, please tell me you didn't." Brian put his head in his hands.
Bob didn't say anything.
"You were using meth huh?" Brian asked.
Bob didn't say anything again, and that's when Brian grabbed him by the face, making Bob look at him.
"Weren't you Bobby?" He said harshly.
That's when Bob pulled away from Brian, "So what?! I'm not pregnant anymore so who cares?!" He shouted.
"That shit will fuck you up Bobby, you know better." Brian grabbed Bob and reached into his pocket, looking for more.
His hand went to Bob's back pocket and he pulled out the cigarettes and the-
"Why do you have this?" Brian looked confused.
Bob shrugged, "For the next time I need one."
"We haven't even had sex again yet, you just had the miscarriage yesterday."
"I said for the NEXT TIME." Bob sounded annoyed.
Brian narrowed his eyes not convinced and checked the rest of Bob's pockets, finding the meth in his thin jacket pocket.
"Mhm, I knew it." Brian shook his head and began walking away.
"Give it here Brian." Bob snapped, running to Brian he snatched it from Brian's hands.
"Robert!" Brian yelled as Bob ran away from Brian.
"It's mine! I can do it if I want! I bought it with my money!" He yelled as Brian tackled him to the couch.
"Like hell you can! Not when you have a fucking kid to take care of!"
"Fuck you! I'll always take care of Giavonne!"
Brian grabbed Bob by the face, "I'm not letting you do meth, Bob."
"You can't make me do shit! I'm a grown man!" Bob yelled.
"Oh? Then why are you the size of a teenage girl?" Brian regretted it right as it came out.
Bob went still under Brian and his eyes were wide in disbelief.
Brian knew how insecure Bob was about his weight.
"Bob I'm sor-"
"FUCK YOU BRIAN!" Bob began to cry right away and tried pushing Brian off of him.
"Get off of me!" He screamed.
"Where were you tonight Bob, what were you doing out this late besides getting meth? I know you, and you're a bad liar." Brian pinned Bob's arms above his head.
"Getting meth!" Bob yelled.
"Oh?" Brian suddenly undid Bob's pants and pulled them down a bit.
"Brian, don't!" Bob yelled.
Brian reached his hand in to Bob's entrance and went still when he felt Bob was loose and a bit wet down there.
Bob covered his face as Brian lay there, frozen, in shock.
Brian looked at Bob's covered face and he didn't move his hand.
"Bob, what's this?" He moved his fingers a bit and Bob made a noise low in his throat, ashamed.
Brian, bit his lip, trying to stay calm but it was hard.
"Was it Albert?" Brian asked.
Bob said nothing.
"Bob, was it Albert?" Brian's voice got louder.
Bob still stayed silent and Brian was getting impatient.
Bob would have told Brian if it was Albert
Brian moved his finger inside of Bob who gasped, "Whose semen is this?" Brian asked and Bob tried pulling Brian's hand out.
"You fucked a random guy?" Brian snapped.
"Well, he sold me the meth-"
"I don't want to hear your shit, Bob. You use a condom?"
Bob wanted to die. When he didn't reply, that was enough of an answer for Brian.
"You better not get pregnant." Brian growled.
Yeah, he wanted to die. For sure.
"Brian, I'm so sorry. He got me drunk and-"
"I said, I didn't-want-to-HEAR IT!" Brian yelled, he pulled his hand from Bob's pants and got up from the couch.
Bob covered his face up again and began to cry again.
"Go take a shower." Brian said as he left the room, heading back up stairs.
Bob stormed up the stairs after Brian and yelled, "Don't talk to me like that!" he yelled.
"Bob, just go shower okay? Then come to bed." Brian kept walking and Bob growled, grabbing Brian's hand.
"Don't treat me like this. I told you I wasn't in my head when I did it. Please Brian." He stood in front of Brian and pleaded with his eyes.
"Did you know, it's easier to get pregnant after a miscarriage?" Is all Brian said.
Bob clenched his teeth, "You're an asshole Brian." He let go of Brian's hands and shoved past him toward their bedroom.
"How does yours feel?" Brian remarked coldly and Bob turned around and slapped Brian across the face, hard.
"Shut the fuck up, before I leave." He threatened.
Brian just stared at Bob, not wanting Bob to leave. But he should be the pissed one, not Bob.
"Bob, I'm the one that should be pissed off, not you. So stop."
"Then stop making fun of me! You're being an asshole!" Bob yelled.
"Because you hurt me Bob!"
"Well, I said I'm sorry!"
"That doesn't really cut it, Bobby."
Bob just stood there, watching Brian who was watching him.
"What do you want me to say then, huh?" Bob looked exhausted and small.
"Fine!" He ran into their room and ran into the bathroom, getting in the shower with his clothes on and all, lying on the floor, in a ball.
Brian followed him, shaking his head when he saw Bob in the shower, fully dressed.
He went over to undress Bob and the water was freezing cold, "Shit." He turned the knob, making it warm.
Brian began taking off Bob's clothes, throwing them in the dirty laundry hamper.
He turned off the shower, and started a bath instead, since Bob didn't want to stand up.
He washed Bob everywhere, pouring shampoo in his hair and scrubbing.
Bob just lay there, eyes closed.
"Brian, I truly am sorry." He said quietly.
Brian sighed, "I know Bobby, I forgive you. Can you forgive me for what I said?" Brian combed Bob's now clean hair.
"Yes. But I don't know if I can forgive myself for what I did." Bob played with some bubbles in his hand.
Brian grabbed Bob's face and looked into his eyes, "I still love you, there is no need to feel like shit about it. We all make mistakes." He kissed Bob's lips.
"But if I get pregnant, Brian-"
"We'll get through it, I'll stay by your side." Brian said, rubbing Bob's cheek.
"Really?" Bob smiled.
"Yes." Brian smiled back.
Bob grinned and kissed Brian, "Thank you."
1 Week Later-
Bob wasn't pregnant again.
He looked up at the sky and thanked god for that.
They were in the back yard, playing with Gi who was in his walker.
Bob was shirtless and laying on his back in the green grass, while Brian helped Giavonne play with his toys, and picked them up when Gi threw them.
"Brian, " Bob started.
"Yes, baby?" Brian asked, chuckling as Gi kept throwing his toys off of his walker.
"I was thinking
"Maybe we could just stay here, ya know, in my time." Bob turned his head to look at Brian.
Brian was silent for a moment, "I want to see my friends again Bob
" He said.
Bob nodded, "I don't mean forever, but
Until things have calmed down completely, ya know, with Albert and everything."
"Of course, we'll leave in a year remember? I want you to meet my friends
"What if we need more than a year?"
"We'll get too used to living in this time. I mean, I'm getting too used to it. I want to go back to 2008 as soon as possible."
Bob nodded, "Okay then."
"What, do you want to stay here Bob?" Brian turned completely to Bob, not handing Gi the toys again once he threw them, leaving Gi to stare at his toys sitting in the grass.
"Well, I'm excited to go to 2008. I guess I'm just a little bit scared."
"Oh don't worry, baby." Brian pulled off his shirt and went to go lay next to Bob. Bob moved so his head rested on Brian's chest.
"What are your friends like?" Bob asked.
Brian smiled, "They're great. You'll love em."
Bob smiled, "Cool, I can't wait."
Author's Note: Well...Thanks for sticking around for the story, even if you didn't review! Bye bye, thanks again!