Oh.  My.  Gosh.

I am going to see… Bob Dylan.  Live.
On August 18.  
I can't believe it.  I am in this awkward state of shock and I can't even…
I'm going to be within 3,000 feet of this man.  What. o.O

----  ¿ Bob Dylan ?

"Es un tipo bastante normal. Si le pides la hora te la dará."   
                     
                                                                                        Tom Petty.

----  Año 2012;

"...bueno...de todas formas, antes era mas viejo, ahora soy mas joven que entonces"

                                                                                        Canción; My back pages, Bob Dylan.

Nuevo capítulo , por favor.

Ok so I was listening to some Bob on spotify when Dana Carvey appears in my mind and I couldnt stop laughing. Thanks to him all I can think about when hearing Bob, is Dana doing an impersonation of him. Its of course exaggerated but only a tiny bit; thats the sad thing.
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Then I began to think about Dana doing his disturbingly spot on impersonation of Paul McCartney:

[link] (Stephen Colbert also does his impersonation of George Harrison)

Heres another one that was on SNL with Phil hartman as the "5th Beatle" and Jon Lovitz as Ringo:
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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)

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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.

"Really?"

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.

"He's sleeping."

"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."

Brian glared.

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.

Bob gasped.

Brian looked at Bob, "Unless you want to keep fucking him for a year to keep our secret." Brian looked at Bob seriously.

"Brian…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.

"Alright baby."

--

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.

Bob smirked.

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'?"

Bob nodded.

"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!

"SHIT! Bob!"

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!"

--

"Bob…Brian…I'm sorry." Doctor Quinn bowed his head and Bob began to cry while Brian held him.

"The fall killed it." Doctor added.

Silence.

"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.

"Bobby-"

"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…"

Oh shit.

"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!"

Damn it.

"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…If."

"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.

Bob nodded.

"Good boy!"

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.

"Oh, shit…" 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.

"Robert!"

"Some guys!"

"'Some guys'?"

"Yes!"

"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.

"Nothing."

"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.

Bob shivered.

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.

"Thank you."

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…"

"About?"

"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."

THE END.


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Author's Note: Well...Thanks for sticking around for the story, even if you didn't review! Bye bye, thanks again!

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)

--


Every day began to be a struggle for Bob and after a month he already wanted to give up. Brian always pushed him though, giving him reasons to continue.

Bob would always have his hand on his belly, and people often asked him if he was hungry or if his stomach was hurting.

Brian managed to take a picture of Bob's tummy when he was a sleep. He'd take another picture in a month. It was obviously flat right now, but he was curious of how it would look in a month.

--

4 months later:

Bob's belly was so plump.

They were living in a house in Washington state now, a small house where no one will suspect that they are here. Bob never leaves the house, only Brian does.

They hired a doctor, paying him 30,000 per visit since it was such a crazy circumstance. He said he had no idea how Bob has the organs that he does and still have male organs too. He said that the only possibility would be that Bob was supposed to have a twin and that the twin would have been a girl, and that Bob got her female organs.

It made sense to them now a little bit, but it was "just an idea" the doctor told them.

Brian would spend hours staring at Bob's belly, running his fingers along it and humming softly.

"So beautiful Bobby, this is beautiful." He would say and Bob would smile, looking down at his belly.

"I know." He would reply.

--

Bob never wanted to have sex now, he felt ugly naked and Brian told him, "No, Bobby, it's our baby. You're beautiful, that bump is our baby…" He would kiss Bob and try to assure him that it was okay, and that he was beautiful.

He told Bob every day that he was beautiful.

Only sometimes would Bob believe him.

"I'll look ridiculous!" Bob would fight and Brian would roll his eyes.

"Bob, please."

"Go fuck someone else, I don't care, if you really want it that bad." Bob would turn his back and walk away.

"I want you, I want you so bad. Honey I want you." Brian would sing and Bob couldn't help but smile.

"The silver saxophones say I should refuse you." Bob added another line from the song.

"Don't refuse me, Bobby. Don't listen to the silver saxophones."

Bob chuckled.

--

The next day, Bobby had an appointment with his doctor, who would be there at 12.

Bob looked so cute walking around with his big belly poking out. He always wore slippers and fluffy socks now. They had an indoor pool, which they would go in and Bob liked to float around on his back with Brian right there next to him.

Brian cooked for Bob, started baths for Bob, helped Bob bathe, helped him get on their high bed. He did almost everything for Bob now. Bob was annoyed at first but when his feet and back started to hurt like a bitch, he appreciated it.

Bob thanked god that he got no stretch marks on his tummy.

"You'd still be beautiful anyways." Brian told him, when Bob went off about how ugly he thought stretch marks were.

"I'm not even beautiful now, so how would they even help?" Bob said grumpily and Brian rolled his eyes.

They took a bath together at 11, Brian rubbing Bob's feet for him. Brian washed Bob's big belly carefully, and Bob smiled down at him.

"Bob, I wanted to talk to you about something…" he said softly.

"Yes?" Bob closed his eyes.

"Would you ever marry me?"

Bob's head shot up."What?"

"Would you ever marry me, Bobby?" He repeated, looking up at Bob hopefully.

Bob looked down at Brian in disbelief for a moment then he said, "Of course, I love you, Brian."

Brian grinned, "Great, we'll get married in 2008 then.

"Sounds great." Bob smirked at his boyfriend.

Brian leaned up and kissed Bob's curvy pink lips.

--

"You're doing great, the baby is healthy." Doctor Quinn said as Bob was getting an ultrasound.

Bob and Brian smiled at each other, holding hands.

"We can't say what it is yet, but we'll be able to at about 5 months along, okay? You guys still want to know what it is right?" He asked as he wiped off Bob's tummy.

"Yes, we do." Brian said.

"Okay, you'll know in a month." He pulled Bob's shirt down for him, then smiled.

"Thanks Doctor."

They shook his hand, then he left with his things.

Bob got up from the bed, with Brian's help and they went to the living room. They put a movie on and rested for a couple of hours.

They watched To Kill a Mocking Bird and Bob fell asleep during the trial. Brian was into it, so into it that it took him a while to notice that Bob was sleeping.

"Aww." He kissed Bob's forehead, then patted his tummy lightly.

Bob's gorgeous blue eyes fluttered open and Brian cussed, "Did I wake you? I'm sorry honey."

Bob yawned and shook his head, "It's okay." He curled up to Brian's side.

--

That night, Bob woke up in the middle of the night wanting a piece of the pie they had bought yesterday.

Brian felt him getting up and he asked, "Bob, what are you doing?"

"I want some pie, woh shit!" He almost fell as he got up and Brian jolted up and grabbed Bob's arms.

"Be careful!" Brian shouted.

"Sorry," Bob rolled his eyes steadied himself.

"Bob I'm serious, you need to be more careful."

"I KNOW! God!" He pushed Brian away and headed for the door.

"I need to help you down the steps Bob."

"Fuck off, Brian. I can fucking manage." Bob blew him off.

"Hey, don't get that way with me Bob." Brian grabbed his arm.

"Or what?! What are you gonna do? Slap me? Punch me?"

"Of course not!" Brian shouted.

"Then what was that threat for?"

"It wasn't a threat, I just don't like when you talk like that."

"Like I care! I'm a grown man!" Bob pulled his arm from Brian, glaring.

"Jesus, Bob…" Brian watched Bob go down the stairs, then he got behind him, putting a hand on Bob's waist.

"Brian, I said-"

"Shut it, Robert."

Bob pouted.

Once in the kitchen, Brian told Bob to sit at the table. He got the piece of pie for Bob and set it in front of him, then sat down next to him.

"Bob, I love you more than anything in the world. You know that?" Brian said as he watched Bob eat.

Bob nodded, "I love you too, Brian."

Brian sighed, and didn't say anything else.

--
One month later-

It was the day when they got to find out what the baby is.

Their appointment was at 3 pm, so they had all flipping' day to wait. Bob was impatient, very impatient. He wanted to find out NOW. They didn't care what the baby was.

They still had the same names picked out too. Brian Junior and Jazmyn. (Teehee!)

Bob was pacing the house, his big tummy poking out from the bottom of his shirt.

Brian watched him, amused and concerned.

"Baby, sit down please." He said.

"Nope, you can't make me." Bob crossed his arms turning his back to Brian.

Bob really looked like and olive on a toothpick.

"Oh yeah? You haven't gained but 3 pounds, I can't still lift you!"

He got up, running after Bob who tried running away.

Of course, Brian grabbed him up easily and set him on the couch.

"No, bad boy, bad." Brian pointed his finger at him.

Bob pouted, crossing his arms, "Fine."

--

Bob was lying on the couch. The machines were all set up next to him. Brian was holding his hand.

"You guys ready?" Doctor Quinn asked, looking from Bob to Brian.

"Yes, yes, tell us." Bob laughed, squeezing Brian's hand.

Brian nodded in agreement.

"Okay, you guys are having a little…baby…Wait a second." He narrowed his eyes.

Bob gave the doctor a look, his hand getting tighter on Brian's.

Brian bit his lip.

"A baby boy." Doctor Quinn grinned.

Bob squealed and Brian cheered.

Bob threw his arms around Brian's neck, putting his face in his neck.

"But I thought of a great name Brian…" he whispered.

"I thought you wanted it Brian?"

"That's gonna be the middle name." Bob smiled up at him.

Doctor Quinn smiled as he put his stuff away silently.

"Okay, what's the name?" Brian smiled.

Bob grinned, "Giavonne."

Brian loved it right away, "Beautiful."

"Yes." Bob agreed.

"Giavonne Brian Dylan?" Doctor Quinn asked, chucking in a joking manner.

"What a name." Brian laughed.

"Giavonne Brian Haner." Bob corrected them both.

"Oh yeah." Brian kissed Bob softly.

--

Bob really wanted to get out of the house. He'd been in there for 5 months and he was getting really pale.

"Bob…I don't think you should until you have the baby." Brian said.

"Brian, I can wear an oversized shirt or a big jacket and I can cover my face somehow." Bob protested.

Bob had been wanting to go shopping for the baby forever.

Brian had gotten the baby some stuff already early on. Green and yellow stuff that can go with either gender.

"Bobby, are you sure you want to risk it? We can wait until my time to buy more stuff…"

"But Brian…we're supposed to go shopping together for the crib, car seat and all that other baby stuff." Bob protested and Brian sighed.

"Okay, but nowhere local. Let's go someone not too popular, so no one will recognize us, alright?" Brian said and Bob nodded.

Bob put on a big jacket which didn't do too much justice for the big bump around his tummy.

"We could dress you up as a girl, put some makeup on you…" Brian kind of joked.

Bob glared at him, "Oh you'd LOVE to see that huh? Aint gonna happen!" Bob said.

Brian smirked, "Just put the hood on and we should be fine." He said.

--

No one even gave them a second glance as they looked at cribs and car seats.

Bob found a crib he really liked. It was small and cute and dark blue. Brian put that one in the cart and they moved on to car seats.

They bought Giavonne a bunch of clothes and shoes and baby formula. Bob sometimes said he wishes he was a girl, so he could breast feed his baby. But that can't happen.

There were a lot of things he couldn't do that a normal mom could. But that didn't make him any less than the others.

He was scared when he learned they'd be cutting him open to get the baby out, right in the kitchen. With a bunch of highly paid professionals and Brian by his side. Of course he would be out the whole time, which upset him a bit.

These people were getting paid A LOT to keep the secret and to do the job.

They'd be fired if they said anything.

"Brian, what if something happens to me?" Bob asked once they were back in their car, driving home.

"Hush up about that, Bob." Brian said, glancing at Bob who pouted.

"You'll be fine, and so will Giavonne."

Bob looked down and nodded.

--

Bob sat on the bed, making circles with his fingers on his tummy as Brian set up the crib.

"4 months and Giavonne will be here." Bob said to himself but Brian smiled and replied.

"He's gonna get your eyes I know it." He smirked at Bob as he screw two pieces of wood together.

"And if he doesn't?" Bob smiled back.

"He'll still look like you, and be beautiful like you." Brian said.

Bob blushed. Brian could still make him blush.

"You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen Bobby." Brian got up, walking over to Bob who looked down at his tummy.

"I'm a whale…" Bob said silently.

"Shush." Brian sat next to the love of him life.

"That's our son in there. It's a beautiful thing, Bobby." Brian put his hand on Bob's tummy.

Bob looked away, then Brian gasped as his hand was on Bob's tummy.

"Bobby, I think I felt it kick!" Brian looked down at the tummy excitedly.

Bob's eyes shot down to his tummy, "Really?" He put his hand on his tummy as well.

They waited a moment, then it kicked again.

Bob began to cry and Brian was laughing in wonder.

"Beautiful, just beautiful." Brian kissed Bob's lips.

Bob was crying at the amazing thing that was happening to him. It was really real. He's having a baby.

Brian's baby…

He smiled as he cried.

Brian hugged him.

--

Bob was lying in the tub, lights of and candles lit around the room, from Brian. Brian was at the end of the tub, rubbing Bob's sore feet. Bob's eyes were closed, and he sighed in content.

"Brian, I just want to hurry and have this baby. It's so hard." He said and Brian nodded.

"I bet it is baby. Don't worry, Gi will be here soon and you'll feel better." Brian smiled up at his lover.

Bob didn't smile back, but he nodded and looked up at the ceiling, closing his eyes again.

After rubbing Bob's feet a little long her crawled over to Bob and lay on top of him, softly, carful of his belly.

Brian kissed Bob's lips and then his cheek.

Bob smiled lightly, "Rub my belly." He giggled.

Brian grinned, doing as Bob said.

"He awake?" Brian asked moving his head down to rest on Bob's belly.

"Mhm." Bob put his hands in Brian's hair, running his fingers through it.

"Ouch, Gi! He kicked my face." Brian sat up and looked at Bob who was laughing.

Brian smiled and shook his head, "Little rascal."

--

4 months later: Day of baby's birth.

Since Bob was a male, the way he found out if it was time is if he suddenly felt he had to piss really bad.

He went to go pee and the pee was clear. Water.

"Brian, I think it's time!" He yelled, suddenly feeling a sharp pain from Gi.

Brian rushed into the bathroom where Bob was leaned against the wall, gripping his belly.

"Okay, baby, I'll call them." He picked Bob up and carried him to the basement, where they planned to do this.

He laid Bob on the bed and pulled out his cell phone.

"Doctor Quinn, it's time!" he said.

"Yes, his pee was clear and he got the sharp pains you talked about."

"Okay, bye." He hung up, "They're on their way." Brian looked down at a sweating and nervous Bob, running his fingers through his hair.

Bob nodded, "Okay." He looked spent already.

"You okay, baby?" Brian asked as he began to pull off sweat pants and then his boxers.

He put the gown on Bob that they told him to put on when it was time. The gown with the cut out tummy.

"Brian, I'm scared. Hold my hand." Bob swallowed hard.

Brian took Bob's hand and kissed it.

"You're okay baby, you're fine. I'm here, I love you."

Minutes later, everyone was in the basement, crowding around Bob and getting everything set up.

"Good job Brian." Dr Quinn patted his back.

"Thanks." Brian looked worriedly at his boyfriend.

They were talking to him softly and telling him what would be happening.

"Brian," Bob croaked as they were about to put him to sleep.

Brian went over to Bob and took his hand, "I'm here baby, they're about to put you to sleep okay?" He whispered and Bob nodded.

"But I'll be here the whole time." He kissed Bob's sweaty forehead.

"Thank you." Bob said weakly.

"Excuse us Mr. Haner,"

Brian had to move a little so they could put the mask over Bob's face: anesthetic.

"Count to ten Bobby…" The female said sweetly.

Bob closed his eyes and counted to ten, and Brian felt Bob's grip on his hand loosen.

Brian bit his lip. He'd never been more nervous in his life.

They brought him a chair and he sat down, holding Bob's hand the entire time.

Brian looked over at them as they began to cut Bob's belly.

Brian couldn't look away. He was anxious as fuck.

Then they sort of reached their hands inside of the big incision and began to pull lightly.

Brian's eyes got wide as he saw the head. He started to get teary eyes.

Then Gi began to cry loudly and ear piercing. Brian was squeezing Bob's hand so hard.

Gi was almost all the way out and Brian's free hand was covering his mouth.

Next thing he knew, they were laying Giavonne on a little table and checking him out, cleaning his off.

Dr Quinn was already sewing Bob back up.

Brian looked over and they were carrying his son to him.

Gi was in his hands, crying softly and Brian was crying and grinning at the same time. Gi did in fact get Bob's eyes, big and blue, viper eyes.

"Oh my god, so beautiful…" He kissed Gi's little forehead.

10 minutes later, Bob was all sewed up and he was about to wake up.

Brian sitting next to him, Gi wrapped in a blanket in his arms.

Bob's eyes began to flutter, and Brian looked up and thanked god that nothing had happened to either of them.

"Brian…" Bob croaked out, and Brian leaned over and kissed Bob's lips.

"Bob, you want to hold your son?" he said and Bob's eyes got wide as they fixed on what in Brian's arms.

"Oh yes, please." He held out his hands and Brian handed him Gi carefully.

All the doctors and nurses stood by, smiling in wonder.

Bob was grinning, and crying with Brian. He rubbed his thumb along the babies cheek.

"Amazing." He whispered.

Brian kissed his boyfriend again.

"I love you, you're amazing." Brian said.

"Love you too, baby." Bob replied.

--

2 weeks later:

"Brian, where's that bottle I told you to make!?" Bob called from Gi's room as he put little gloves on Giavonne's tiny hands.

"Hold on, I'm coming!" Brian was running up the steps with the warm bottle in his hands.

Bob picked his baby up and sat down in the rocking chair, as Brian entered the room with the bottle.

He handed Bob the bottle and Bob began to feed him.

Brian sat down criss-cross in front of Bob watching his feed their son.

Giavonne was the cutest thing in the world. Those blue viper eyes identical to Bob's. He had Brian's dark hair though and a combination of their noses. Also a combo of their lips.

He was so tiny and soft and pink.

Beautiful.

"Let me." Brian held out his arms and sat up on his knees. Bob sat up and handed the baby to Brian and then the bottle. Bob got up and let Brian sit down and feed him.

Bob stood there, with a smile on his face, watching them, then he said. "So when do you think we'll go to 2008?"

Brian looked up at Bob and shrugged, saying, "3 months maybe."

"Okay," Bob nodded, alright with waiting that long.

--

2 months later-

"What!? Are you serious Bob?" Brian didn't mean to react that way but he couldn't help it.

Bob just said that he was pregnant again.

Bob nodded, "But if you don't want it I can-"

"What? Bob of course I want it, but I just can't believe you got pregnant again." Brian put a hand on Bob's cheek.

"Well, we don't use condoms, Brian…" Bob mumbled.

Brian nodded.

"What did you think that it could only happen once?" Bob raised an eyebrow.

Brian shrugged, "I didn't expect it to happen again, is all." He kissed Bob's cheek.

"Yeah, well…It did." Bob grabbed Brian's hand and held it in his.

They just stood there for a moment.

"So, what should we do?" Bob said finally.

Brian sighed and then shrugged, "We're going to have to stay in seclusion longer, until this baby is born as well." Brian said, glancing at Giavonne who lay sleeping in his rocker.

Bob pouted, "They're gonna start to get suspicious. I wonder if they bought the motorcycle incident." Bob chuckled.

Brian smiled, "Oh they did, remember? It was all over the papers."

Bob chuckled and nodded.

Then they broke apart when Gi started to cry.

Bob headed for the kitchen, "I'll make it." Bob said, referring to the bottle.

"Okay." Brian called as he picked Gi up out of his rocker. He held him to his chest and rocked him back and forth, humming Bob's song, "It's All Over Now, Baby Blue." to the baby.

Bob entered the living room a minute later, shaking the bottle with his thumb over the top.

--

Fucking in the shower was convenient. Because you didn't have to worry about taking a shower after because you were already taking one!

Also, you didn't need lube.

Bob was lifted up against the shower wall, with his thin legs wrapped around Brian's waist. His long nails were dug into Brian's broad back.

Brian bit into Bob's shoulder, "God, you're so sexy Bobby, fuck. You always feel so good, tight and warm around me." He whispered, nibbling on Bob's earlobe.

"Oh, oh god, Brian. Fuck…please." Bob gasped, mouth parted, eyes shut tight.

"Please what, baby?" Brian had slowed down and it was driving Bob mad.

"Faster please, fuck me faster, harder." His nails dug in deeper.

"Mmm, cut those fucking nails, Bobby." Brian took one of Bob's hands from his back, holding it in his. Then he grabbed Bob's thigh with his other hand and pushed it back, so he could fuck Bob deeper.

"Ahhhh! Shit, yes." Bob squeezed Brian's hand.

"Good?" Brian asked, looking down between Bob's spread legs.

"Yes." Bob cried.

"Really good?"

"Oh fuck yes, Brian."

"Your ass looks fucking hot taking my dick like that. Holy shit." Brian suddenly pulled out and laid Bob down on the floor. He put his face down between Bob's legs gripped his thighs and pushed them back, and began eating him out.

Bob cried out and pulled at his own hair, "Oh…Brian."

Brian put in 3 fingers with his tongue, making Bobby squirm.

Then, Brian got on his back and Bobby got onto his lap, and pushed himself down on Brian's dick.

He road Brian like there was no tomorrow, cussing and chanting Brian's name. Brian held onto Bob's slim hips and thrust upward into his lover, making Bob falter on his thrusting for a second as he stopped moving to shudder.

Then they came together, and Bob fell down on Brian's chest, both breathing heavily.

They washed off again and then got out and dried off.

Thankfully, Giavonne was still sleep in his crib when they got out.

--

"If it's a girl, we'll name her… Grace. And if it's a boy again…Garret." Bob said happily and Brian smiled.

"You like G's now?" He asked and Bob nodded.

"Mhm, I do."

"Good, because so do I." Brian gave Bob a kiss.


Author's Note: Wow, I feel nuts for writing a story like this! Oh well, right? Reviews please ^^

the amazing bob dylan has become 71 years old already!
cheers to the old wolf
and may he remain with us for some more birthdays

I hope you have had an AMAAAAZING birthday (sorry I was late though..:/)

(he was born on May 24th 1941)





also.. my last exam was realy horrible!! I had time to short to finish it properly

I hope it went well though.. :/

well.. anyway xD Im going to celebrate the end of my exams by going to a movie with 4 friends (included ~caspisan) the movie is called Dark Shadows starring Alice Cooper as himself I can't wait!

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)

-1966-

Going back in time had been the best and craziest thing Brian has ever done. Meeting Bob is the best thing that's ever happened to him. He's never met anyone like Bob before, and Bob is amazing.

"I fucking love you Bob." He whispered as he kissed Bob's neck, hand running up Bob's thigh.

Bob moaned, "I love you too, man." He closed his eyes, bringing his hand up, tangling it in Brian's hair.

Brian laid Bob down on the seat of the limo, continuing to kiss his neck and jaw line. Bob moaned Brian's name softly, as Brian unzipped the smaller mans black pants. Brian smiled at Bob's plaid green boxers, going to unzip his own jeans.

"How long do we have?" Bob whispered as Brian, once jean ridden, laid back on Bob, running his hands up Bob's jacket and shirt.

"30 minutes." Brian sucked a hicky into Bob's neck and Bob gasped, thin legs wrapping around Brian's waist.

"Come on, we gotta hurry then, man." Bob replied, pulling Brian's shirt off. "Lay on your back." He said softly. Brian did as Bob said, and Bob crawled up Brian's thick muscled body so he straddled the older but technically younger] mans waist. He pulled off his own shirt, and Brian smiled up at the 110 pound man above him.

"Beautiful." Brian whispered and Bob rolled his eyes.

"What did I tell you about calling me that?" Bob ran his fingers through his curly brown hair, beginning to move his hips down into Brian's.

Brian moaned, grabbing Bob's thin hips, "Oh but baby, it's so fucking true." He grinded his hips up into Bob's and the smaller man threw his head back, crying out.

"Yeah? You want to see beautiful? Grab a fucking mirror." Bob grinned down at the guy he'd been screwing for almost 2 weeks now.

"You grab a fucking mirror." Brian grabbed Bob's hair and pulled the cocky bastard's face down for a kiss.

"It'd break." Bob smirked and Brian scoffed.

"Like hell it would."

Brian was enjoying the grinding of course, and Bob looked so gorgeous above him. But he wanted and needed more.

"Take those fucking boxers off, Bobby." He licked his lips.

"Why? So you can laugh at how skinny I am again? Fuck you Brian."

"Yeah exactly, fuck me." Brian said, "And I did not laugh." He pushed Bob onto his back and ripped off the boxers himself, growling at the sight before him.

"You so did. The first time you fucked me you did. At that hotel in England."

Brian rolled his eyes, "I don't remember." He then moved down between Bob's spread legs, stuck a finger in his mouth and was about to stick it in Bob when-

"You fucking asshole! Just because you're fucking Bob Dylan, doesn't mean you get to be a dick, Brian!" Bob closed his legs and shoved Brian away.

Brian looked at Bob like he was crazy, "What the fuck did I do?!" He shouted.

Bob grabbed his pants, about to pull them back on, but Brian snatched them from him.

"Give me my pants, Brian!" Bob yelled but Brian threw them across the limo and grabbed Bob's hands, moving above Bob, between his legs, their faces almost touching.

"You're body is beautiful, I love you." He whispered and Bob narrowed his eyes at the man above him.

"Get off of me Brian." He growled.

Brian looked down, pressing his erection against Bob's hole, and Bob moaned.

"I either fuck you dry or you let me prep you." Brian whispered and Bob groaned.

"Brian…" He closed his eyes as Brian kept his dick pressed against Bob's entrance. "Please."

"Please what?" Brian asked softly.

"Don't hurt me." His voice was so quiet and it broke Brian's heart.

"Baby, I'd never hurt you." He kissed Bob's cheek.

"You just said you'd fuck me dry!" Bob screamed.

"Shh shh, please Bob, I'm sorry. I'll prep you, okay?" He moved down back between Bob's legs, putting a finger in his mouth again. He pushed it into Bob who moaned, running his hands through Brian's dark hair. Brian started using his tongue and added another finger, sending Bob into a fizzy.

"Oh god, Brian." He gasped biting his lip. He brought his hand up to his mouth, biting his finger.

Brian caressed Bob's hairless thigh with his free hand, while the other continued to scissor inside him. Bob began to moan loudly and Brian shh'd him multiple times because the driver could hear.

"Ahh, Brian, please, don't stop." He gasped, beginning to move his hips against the thrusting of Brian's fingers.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Brian said as he moved his tongue to suck on Bob's other thigh.

Bob cried out, "Oh please, fuck me now, Brian." He gasped pulling Brian's head up from between his legs. He pushed Brian onto his back and yanked off his boxers. He didn't waste any time, as he began sucking on Brian's dick.

"Holy fuck, Bob." He threw his head back as Bob made sure Brian was coated with enough saliva. Then he crawled onto Brian's lap and Brian grabbed the smaller man's hips, guiding him. Bob placed his thin callused hands on Brian's toned chest as he was slowly filled inch by inch with Brian's 8 incher. "Shit, Brian." He gasped once he was completely filled with everything Brian had.

Brian ran his hands all over Bob's body, "So sexy, Bobby." He mumbled and Bob moaned as he began to move on Brian's lap.

Brian grabbed Bob's hips, thrusting up as Bob thrust down, making Bob shudder and gasp out his lover's name.

"Fuck, man. I never thought I'd love fuckin' a guy, but you are just so…Oh god!" Bob said and dug his nails into Brian's chest, moving his hips faster and Brian's nails dug into Bob's hips.

"Look at me Bob." Brian grabbed the blue eyed man's face. But Bob could barely keep his eyes open.

"Oh Brian, I can't." He cussed loudly as Brian hit his prostate repeatedly and Bob screamed, Brian shushing him again.

"Baby, you gotta look at me." His thumb stroked Bob's cheek, while the other hand still held onto his hip.

Bob whimpered as he opened his viper eyes, looking into Brian's chocolate brown ones.

Brian smiled, "God Bob, you're stunning. Keep those eyes open." He moved both hands to Bob's hips and began thrusting at an even faster pace.

"Ahhhh! Oh shit, fuck, Brian please. Oh god, oh my god. Briiiiaaannn!" He pulled Brian up so they both sat, and he kissed Brian hard on the lips.

Bob bounced in Brian's lap, arms wrapped tightly around Brian's neck.

Brian kissed and sucked at Bob's neck some more, loving the taste of the smaller man on his tongue.

"Baby, baby. Ohhh." Brian suddenly pushed Bob onto his back, hands planted by Bob's head, kissing his lips sloppily.

"Ahh, ahh, uhh, oh." Bob had to close his eyes and when Brian looked back at him, he growled.

"Keep them open, Bob." He snapped.

"Please Brian, I can't." He struggled to open them, but the blinding pleasure made it almost impossible.

Brian longed to see those blue eyes again, "Robert!" He yelled, and Bob's eyes flew open, legs wrapped so tight around Brian's waist.

Brian stopped moving and stared into Bob's eyes in awe.

"Oh Brian, please don't stop." He begged.

"If I move you'll close them." Brian said, transfixed.

"I won't, just please, fuck me." He grabbed Brian's biceps.

Brian began moving again, and Bob's eyes stayed open, locked with Brian's.

10 minutes past and the position was new, Bob was back in Brian's lap, but his back was to Brian's chest. Brian had a thigh in each hand, and was moving Bob on his lap himself, while also thrusting up. Bob felt as thin as a stick at how long Brian could hold him up. But soon Bob made Brian let go, so he could move himself.

Brian watched his dick moving quickly in and out of the beautiful man's ass, moaning at the sight.

"Brian, I'm gonna fucking come soon." The smaller man cried, eyes shut tightly, nails digging into Brian's thighs.

"That's right baby, come, come for me." Brian didn't touch Bob's dick once. Bob didn't need that too get off, all he needed was what he was getting now.

He moved faster on Brian's lap, sweat glistening off them both.

"Oh, oh, I'm fuckin' coming Brian! Ahh, fuck!" He threw his head back against Brian's shoulder as he came, his load shooting out above them on the ceiling of the limo.

As Bob came, his insides clenched around Brian's erection, sending Brian over the edge.

Brian pulled Bob down hard onto his lap one last time, holding him there as he too threw his head back in bliss.

"Oh shit, Bob!" He pumped in and out a few times, before finally getting it all out.

Bob fell off of Brian's lap on to the seat, panting. Brian leaned down and kissed Bob on the lips.

"That was amazing, Bobby." He whispered.

Bob smiled, "Thanks."

"I love you Bob." He kissed the smaller man's neck one last time.

"I love you too, man."

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When they finally got to the hotel, they got out of the car. The limo driver gave them suspicious looks at what he heard.

Bob smiled at the man, "Did you like what you heard, sir? Thanks for the ride!" He grabbed Brian's hand as they walked up to the hotel doors, surprised that there wasn't a mob of people.

They got their keycard and went to the hotel room on the 6th floor.

Bob couldn't keep his lips off of Brian though; he was kissing him the whole way up.

"Damn Bob, wasn't what we just did enough for you?" he snickered and Bob grinned.

"I want you again." He whispered and Brian smiled back.

Brian pushed the door open and Bob grabbed him and slammed him against the wall.

They made out for about 10 seconds before Brian sensed someone else's presence…

He turned his head, as did Bob.

There was Joan Baez and a bunch of Bob's other friends.

"Ahhh, shit." Brian whispered.

Bob's eyes were wide. "Um, hi guys…" He quickly moved away from Brian.

Everyone was quiet, just staring in shock, when someone said.

"You're fucking him?" In Brian's direction.

Bob looked down and Brian cleared his throat.

"What are you guys doing in here?" He asked.

"No no, it's cool, you guys can stay. But I'm…I'm gonna go." Bob was about to leave but Brian grabbed his arm.

"No, baby- I mean Bob…Stay." He said.

Bob looked really embarrassed. "No, I have to go…I can't be here right now." He moved past Brian who only followed him.

"Bob, stop, don't worry about it, they're your friend's right? They won't tell."

"Yeah, right." Bob replied harshly.

Brian sighed and Bob looked down at the floor.

"Now there's going to be rumors Brian…" he looked seriously in Brian's eyes and Brian nodded.

"I know…But, we can get through it, its fine baby…"

"No, no it's not! You're not Bob Dylan, Brian!"

"Thank you captain obvious…" Brian muttered.

Bob rolled his eyes, "Don't use 21st century jokes, I don't get them." He said and Brian laughed.

Bob smiled.

Then suddenly Bob's face got serious.

"There's something else I needed to tell you Brian…"

"What?" Brian moved over to Bob, pressing him against the wall.

"You know how I've been throwing up lately…?"

"Yeah?"

"Well…I went to the hospital when you were gone in California and…My doctor…Well he…"

"What, baby?"

Bob gulped, "Well…he…"

Brian raised an eyebrow, "Did he touch you?!"

"No!! No, no…" Bob shook his head furiously.

"Okay, then what?" Brian was getting impatient.

"Well…" Bob began. "He told me that…I…have…a…u-uterus and that…" He trailed off.

"HUH!?" Brian looked at Bob like he was nuts.

"I have a uterus Brian, I can get pregnant…" Bob said so quiet, Brian barley heard it.

Brian burst out laughing and Bob frowned.

"Good one Bobby! Haha!"

"But Brian, it's not a joke man…I have the organs to get pregnant…And I am."

"That doctor is a fucking JOKE!" Brian still laughed, "You actually took what he was saying seriously?! Bob come on, you're smarter than that!" He continued laughing.

"Brian…I had an ultrasound."

Brian's face fell. "What?"

"I have pictures and…you can see the little bean sized baby…Our baby." Bob whispered, about to cry.

"Are you serious…Are you sure? You're not fucking with me? Are you gonna be laughing in my face in 10 seconds?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Brian, I am dead serious. I am pregnant." Bob said forcefully.

Brian didn't say anything for a while, just looking down at his boyfriend of 2 weeks.

"How…What?" Brian said.

"I know, I know…" Bob wanted to cry. "I was so scared and dumbfounded when I found out it was true…I also didn't know what you would think…If you would leave me or what…" He grabbed Brian's hands.

"Shit no, if you really are Bob, I'm happy! That's great, but it sounds like a crock…But I guess we'll see…"

"Do you want to see the pictures, Brian? Our baby?" Bob rubbed Brian's arms.

"Bob, maybe it's a tumor…"

"The baby?" That hurt Bobby's feelings and hit a soft spot in his heart.

"Yeah…"

"Oh so, the uterus I saw today was a tumor too? Brian, I AM PREGNANT." He whispered harshly.

Brian sighed…"Wow, if you're not kidding me Bob…I swear to god I might die of shock…"

"I swear on all my songs and my mom, that I'm not lying to you." Bob grabbed Brian's face and looked him in the eyes.

Brian bit his lip.

"I knocked Bob Dylan up?" he said after a minute.

Bob chuckled, "Yeah…"

Brian grinned, "Thank god I was the first guy to fuck you!" He shouted.

"Shhhhh!" Bob chuckled.

Brian grabbed Bob in his arms and kissed him then.

"Come on, let's go get a room." Brian said once they pulled away, and took Bob's hand, pulling him down the hallway.

"For what? We have a room already." Bob said as they got to the stairs.

"Well Bob, people are partying in there. Unless you want to fuck in front of them?"

Bob smirked, "Shut up."

But as they got downstairs, Bob's manager Albert stopped them.

"Bob, there are a bunch of screaming fans down here that people are trying to make leave. I wouldn't go down there."

Bob narrowed his eyes, "Really? Well, could you get us a room?"

"You mean rooms?" His manager raised an eyebrow.

Bob blushed then, "Oh, yeah, 2 rooms I mean."

Brian nodded, and his manager said ok and went to get them some rooms.

"Nice, Bob." Brian chuckled.

"Hush." Bob giggled and nudged Brian's side.

Brian put his hand around Bob's slim waist, and tickled his tummy. Bob yelped and laughed and yelled at Brian to stop. Brian smirked and pinched Bob's butt. Then Bob smacked Brian's arm.

"Stop it!" He hissed.

Brian laughed and Albert rounded the corner, handing them each a key.

"Bob, your room has two beds; I'll be in there later." Albert said.

Bob looked down and nodded and Brian gave Al a look.

"I've got to go talk to some people right now. I'll be back in an hour." He turned and left.

Brian glared at his back as he left and Bob knocked him out of his glare.

"We have an hour, come on." He headed up the steps, Brian close behind him.

"My room?" Brian called up to him.

"Of course!" Bob laughed.

They got to Brian's room and Brian quickly unlocked the door.

Bob pushed Brian in, closed the door and Brian suddenly grabbed Bob up, holding him bridle style and carried him to the bed

He dropped Bob into the bed lightly then pounced on him.

"Be careful of the baby, Brian!" Bob shouted.

Brian rolled his eyes, "Oh calm down."

"No, you need to be gentler with me now!" Bob slapped Brian's arm.

"Why are you so crabby in bed, Bob?" Brian smirked as he stuck his hand up Bob's shirt. Bob moaned, than cussed at Brian, "Fuck you."

"I am, I'm gonna fuck you Bob." Brian's lips connected with Bob's neck.

"Don't say it, DO IT." Bob pushed Brian off of him, and pulled his shirt off.

"Whatever you say, baby." Brian undid Bob's pants and yanked them off, and then Bob did the same with Brian's.

Once Brian's shirt came off, Bob was savage. He kissed, nipped and licked all over Brian's toned chest. Brian smiled and put his hands in Bobby's curly locks. Then Bob went down further and Brian, so he was face to face with his boxers that were tented.

Bob smirked up at Brian as he began rubbing that tent and Brian smiled down at Bob. "You're so beautiful." He whispered and Bob giggled.

"I hope our baby, looks just like you." Brian started and Bob crawled back up Brian's body still while rubbing him.

"Oh?' Bob countered.

"Yes. It better have your eyes, your hair, your lips," Brian's stroked his thumb across Bob's lips.

Bob looked touched.

Brian continued, "My body." He joked and Bob smacked his arm.

"Oh so you want it to be a boy, huh?" Bob smiled and Brian shrugged.

"I don't care what it is. It had better look like you." Brian leaned up and kissed his neck.

Bob smiled. "You're features are more distinctive than mine, Brian."

"We both have distinctive features." Brian replied.

"But you've got brown eyes, which usually overpowers blue." Bob said.

"No, no, it's gonna get your eyes." Brian fought.

Brian reached down and rubbed where the baby was inside Bob.

Bob smiled down at Brian who smiled back up at him.

"I love you." Brian whispered.

"I love you too, Brian."

Then Brian moved Bob onto his back, kissing him softly.

They did it slower and softer than they usually do that time. But it was just as amazing and just as beautiful.

"You're so pretty, Bobby." Brian whispered in Bob's ear as he thrust into him deeply but slowly.

Bob only moaned, his arms and legs wrapped around Brian's back.

"So, so, so fucking beautiful." Brian kissed his neck.

Bob gasped, cussing and digging his long nails into Brian's back, "Brian…" is all he could say in reply.

"What, what Bobby?" Brian whispered, grabbing onto Bob's thigh, pushing his leg back, going deeper.

"Ohh…" Bob closed his eyes, "Please…"

"Please what? What do you want?" Brian licked Bob's neck.

Bob made a sound, deep in his throat. It was high-pitched and turned Brian on even more.

"Shit Bob, you're sexy."

Bob smiled for a second; a second only, then his nails were deeper in Brian's back. "I'm gonna come soon, Brian."

"Alright, baby, come. Come on." Brian moved faster all the sudden and Bob cried out.

"Shit, Brian…" his arms and legs got tighter around Brian and he arched his back, head thrown back.

Brian bit his lip, thrusting in concentration, determined to get Bobby off.

Brian planted his hands next to Bob's head, looking down at Bob's gorgeous face. Bob was moaning and cussing. Then when it finally came and Bob was on the edge, Brian gave one last thrust and Bob screamed so loud.

The door to the room suddenly flew open, just as Brian came.

It was Albert and a cop with a gun.

Bob was limp, head turned away from the door as he lay there in bliss. Brian looked over at the door.

"What the fuck? Get out!" He shouted and Albert and the cop, obviously mistaken on what they thought was going on, left the room swiftly, both blushing.

"What…what was that?" Bob turned his head to Brian who looked angry, glaring at the door.

Brian looked from the door to Bob and shook his head, "Your fucking manager just busted through the door with a cop, thinking you were getting murdered, I suppose." Brian pulled out of Bob and lay next to him, cussing.

Bob laughed, "I was that loud? Oh god…" He snickered and covered up his face with the blankets.

Brian didn't find it funny, but Bob certainly did.

"Baby, they saw us fucking. That isn't funny." Brian said seriously and Bob only continued to laugh.

Brian then smiled and shook his head, "You are really something else, huh?" He stroked Bobby's hair.

"Oh, we are FUCKED Brian." Bob was still laughing.

Brian laughed. "Shit, that isn't funny, Bob."

"Of course it isn't, but it was bound to happen, right?" he laid his head on Brian's chest.

"I suppose so." Brian rubbed Bob's back.

"Should I leave?" Bob asked after they just laid there for a while, talking and thinking.

"Why?" Brian ran his hands through Bob's long curls.

"Well, they're going to come up here tomorrow and just walk right in, and if they see us together-"

"Bob, Albert and that cop saw us already. Who cares now? We have to deal with everything that comes to us now. We have to endure it, be strong." Brian told Bob, who frowned.

"It doesn't have to be that way Brian." He said, "We can tell Al not to tell anyone."

"He probably has already. And when your friends saw us making out?"

"Well, like you said, they're my friends so they wouldn't tell." Now Bob was just in denial.

"Oh come on Bob, most of them would do anything for money. Even nark you out on something big like this." Brian told Bob truthfully and Bob groaned.

"I know…"

"So, let's just not say anything unless someone says something to us, okay?"

Bob nodded.

"Okay, so stay. Why should we try and keep it a secret anymore? There's no use."

Bob nodded again, "I know." He repeated, "But I'm not too worried about that Brian…"

"What is it baby?" Brian rubbed Bob's cheek.

"Have you completely forgotten about the baby growing inside of me?" Bob said seriously.

"Don't worry about that right now Bob."

"DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT?!? What about when I start showing, Brian!? Which will be in about 3 or 4 months!"

"Well, you're really skinny so it might be 2 months." Brian said thoughtfully and Bob wanted to smack him.

"I need to stop touring, you shit head! I need to come up with some sort of excuse." Bob sat up, getting all serious now.

"Not right this second Bob-"

Bob suddenly gagged at nothing and jumped up from the bed and ran to the bathroom, Brian right behind him. He dry heaved into the toilet, cussing when nothing came up.

"I want my pipe Brian. Get my meth please."

"Excuse me? You forget there's a baby growing inside of you?" Brian mocked Bob, almost shouting.

"God fucking damn it! Thanks a lot Brian!" Bob yelled.

"What the fuck did I do?!"

"You knocked me up!"

"How was I suppose to know you had a uterus!? YOU didn't even know!"

"Shit, I'm sorry Bri. I don't need to be doing that shit anyways…Now that I have this baby…" Bob's eyes got wide. "No more smoking!? Oh god, I can't do it Brian! I can't have this baby!" Bob began to cry. "So much is going to change!"

"We can get through it Bob, it's only 9 months, then you can smoke again."

"Oh Brian…Why, why me?" Bob fell into Brian's arms.

"It's not a bad thing, Bob. We're gonna have a baby. It's a miracle." Brian kissed Bob's hair.

"But I'm scared Brian…I'm scared." Bob buried his face in Brian's neck.

"I know, I know…Me too."

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Authors Note: Crazy, I know. Reviews would be lovely, even though I know most of you are probably thinking negative things about this story.