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Blood and Chocolate	By : christinecornell Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 15 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Based on my own predilections or not, this is still a work of fiction. by the way, you will get hungry reading this. Just, just just trust me on this.

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Just as I had suspected, Alex was absolutely famished once the soup was done and I was ready to take the cake out of the fridge to let it sit on the counter, all for it to properly settle into the plate. He had leaned back in the chair with his feet up and his head back against the top itself; all the while, Lou was watching him from the couch with one foot tucked underneath his knee, like a couple of young kids congregating after school one day.
I served them the bowls of matzo soup, and they both waited for me to sit down between them there on the couch. Naturally, Alex had the biggest bowl of the three of us, and it seemed like every single chance I had to look over at him, he squinted his eyes at me, as if he was trying to figure me out for himself. And yet, he had a second helping of soup.
There was something there, and yet he wasn’t telling us about it.
When I served up the cheesecake, I reached down to his waist for a caress of his skin, especially since he leaned back and hunched his shoulders a bit so the bottom hem of his shirt rode up enough to expose his belly button to the two of us.
“Don’t,” he quipped at me.
“Why not?” I demanded with my hands pressed to my hips.
“Because.”
“Because why?”
“Because I don’t want you to touch me there.”
“Why not? I thought you liked having your belly rubbed.”
“I do, but it’s just...”
“What?”
“I feel like I ate too much,” he said with a swallow and a shallow burp.
“That’s kind of the appeal of them, Alex,” Lou pointed out.
“Yeah, I thought that was why you get your belly rubbed,” I added.
“But I just—”
“Come on.”
“I just—”
“Please?” I begged him, complete with my hands clasped together.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want you to touch me there.”
“But I thought you always liked it.”
“It makes me feel like a fat boy,” he blurted out with his eyes pinched shut. Lou and I gaped at one another.
“It makes you feel like a fat boy, is that what you said?” he asked him.
“Yes...” Alex’s voice trailed off, and I looked down at his belly as it poked out from underneath his shirt. He bowed his head and closed his eyes, to which I frowned.
“I don’t think you’re fat, Alex,” Lou said right then.
“Yeah, I don’t, either,” I added. “If anything, you look nice and healthy.”
“I sure don’t feel it, though,” he grumbled.
“You look fantastic, actually,” I continued as I squatted down before him so I could see into his face. His face, meanwhile, still had that nice oval shape to it, even though he was a little bit rounder than before. “Come on, Alex, you have to eat. You have to eat so you don’t lay down and die.”
He raised his gaze to me, those deep blue eyes as deep and cool as the clear, cloudless sky after a stout rainfall. His lips twitched ever so slightly, and I knew what he was thinking.
“I just wish I didn’t indulge so much,” he confessed in a near whisper. I shrugged my shoulders at that.
“I just see that as you wanting more out of life,” I told him. “It doesn’t seem weird to me, and it doesn’t seem weird to Lou, either.” I peered over my shoulder at him, and he eagerly nodded his head at me. “You want more out of life because you grew up in kind of like the humble neighborhood of Berkeley. We all did, actually. We all are working class fools, and we all enjoy the little things in life. I don’t see it as something bad if you want to let go once in a while, especially if you’re celebrating your heritage. I see you as wanting to feel full, in your heart and in your belly, too. Plus, we all want you healthy, Alex. And you can’t be healthy unless you eat.”
I picked up the fork from the armrest of the chair, and I handed it to him, and all the while, I never lifted my gaze from those deep blue eyes.
“Please eat,” I beseeched to him. “Please eat—not for me, but for you. Do it for him—six-year-old Alex.”
He froze right in place, and then he sighed through his nose, and very carefully, very slowly, he took the fork from me, and he gazed down at the slice of cheesecake upon his lap. I stood to my feet, and I backed away from him a bit just so he had room to breathe. Lou and I were silent as he dug into the point of the cheesecake: the interior was smooth and silky, just how it should be, and he lifted it up for a view of the crust. I absolutely crushed it.
He sighed through his nose again and slipped the bite into his mouth, complete with his eyes closed. He took the tines of the fork out from in between his lips, and he bowed his head. We watched him savor the flavors, right up until the moment in which he swallowed it down.
“Oh, god, that’s delicious,” he remarked in a broken voice.
I pressed a hand to my chest out of relief.
“It really is, Eric. I mean it.” He took another bite, and once again, closed his eyes. He very slowly slid the tines out from in between his lips and held the fork off to the side so we could have a full view of the interior of his neck as well as his collar bones. He shook his head a bit, and all the while, a few little black curled tendrils dangled over his shoulders down onto his chest.
For some reason, I started humming Kiss songs to myself at the sight of him there. Maybe it was the fact we all were into Kiss, and the two of us were in particular; but I started to hum “Strutter” to myself at the sight of him there. If anything, I actually expected him to get up and strut around with no shirt on after he had finished that slice of cake.
I sat back down next to Lou and we finished our slices of cheesecake, one right after the other. Every so often, I looked back up at Alex, who was indulging in that slice at such a slow pace. It was right then I caught a little note about him: how he scarfed up that matzo soup and yet he took a rather deliberate approach to the cake. He loved the cake, but matzo soup was matzo soup.
Found another little notch in his armor from thence forth.
Once he had finished his slice of cake, he set the plate to the side once again, and once again, he reached down to the side of the chair and put up the foot rest. He leaned back in the recliner and put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
There was a part of me that wanted to mosey on over there to unbutton his pants for him, but I had my doubts with that, especially with Lou sitting right there right next to me.
Lou himself meanwhile turned his attention to me, complete with a little twinkle in his eye.
“I think he liked it,” he informed me in a near whisper.
“I think he did, too, Lou,” I added, and I set the empty plate down on the coffee table before me. Even though he refused, I still wanted to do it for him, especially since he loved it the first time around. He knew what he liked, and I knew what he liked as well.
It was a gamble, but I crept on over to him with one hand out for his belly: since he had his hands behind his head, the hem of his shirt lifted up and showed off his belly button as well as that little roll around his waist to us. I reached down to touch him there when he swatted the back of my wrist.
It was as if he knew I was coming.
“Hey, don’t you dare, stop it,” Alex scolded me with a wag of his finger.
“But you look so full, though,” I insisted. “I can tell that you enjoyed that, Alex.”
“You bet your ass I did,” he said in a low voice, and all the while, he kept his eyes closed. “I don’t want you to do that, though, because it makes me feel fat.”
“Looking at your belly, I can tell that you liked it, Alex,” Lou stated right then.
“Yeah, you’re out in the open like Punxsutawney Phil,” I added. “Punxsutawney Alex.” Lou chuckled at that. “Punxsutawney Alex, with his little belly hanging out in the open, just waiting to be lovingly rubbed.”
“The other thing is is I'm a little bit ticklish there,” he said, and then his eyes popped open at that.
“Be careful who you say that to,” I pointed out with a wag of my finger. I looked down at his belly again, at how that extra flesh seemed to complement his body and give his hipbones a little more depth. His belly button looked a little bit rounder than from what I remembered, as well. It was only a few pounds, anyway: I really did not understand the big deal.
He peered up at me with a stern expression on his face, and he parted his lips ever so slightly as if he beckoned a kiss from me.
“Okay. Go ahead.”
I raised my eyebrows at that. “Go ahead?”
“Yeah. Just—be careful try not to tickle me. I did eat a lot after all.”
I looked back at Lou, who shrugged and showed me a little smile. I then returned to Alex, who gazed up at me with his eyelids hooded and his little cherry lips still slightly parted. I rubbed my hands together, and it was right then I realized my hands were a bit on the dry side.
“Hey, Lou, you got any lotion?” I asked him.
“Any lotion?”
“Yeah.”
He shook his head. “I don’t have any.”
“You're a drummer, how do you not have lotion?” Alex quipped right then.
“I just don’t,” Lou confessed with a shake of his head. “Angie does, too.”
“Could you run next door real quick and get it for me, pretty please with sugar plums on top?” I asked him in a single breath, and Alex snorted at that.
“Sugar plums,” he chuckled at that.
“Yes, sugar plums!” I declared, and Lou brushed past me to the door. I stood there right over Alex with my hands together as if I was about to clap for him; all the while, he turned his head to the left side and ran his fingers through his black hair to show me his ear and the side of his neck and his face. I never realized just how nice of a profile he had, until right at that moment: his aquiline nose, though prominent, was smooth and had a perfect full tip, and his lips seemed extra full. Extra full, and extra sensual. Just like little ripe fruit from the tree.
He returned his head to a flat position, and those deep eyes gazed back up at me, the deepest parts of the blue sky.
I could feel something move in between my legs at the mere sight of him.
“Is this too much for you, Eric?” he asked me in a husky whisper.
“I don’t know,” I whispered back to him, and I crouched down next to him with one hand on the armrest. “Was this entire evening too much for your little tum?”
“You know, I was just thinking that,” he began with a swallow and a slight shift to his head. “And I don’t think it is. The more I lay here with my shirt up and with you next to me, the more I want it. The more I wish to feel your hand on me.”
The front door swung open again and Lou returned with a little white bottle in hand.
“Here, Eric,” he said as he handed it over to me.
“Cherry blossom,” I read the label out loud.
“Ooh, that’s nice,” Alex noted. I unscrewed the lid and squeezed out a tiny bit, about the size of two peas from a pod, right onto my finger, and I rubbed it together to smooth out my hands. Indeed, it worked, and it did smell good, too: this nice delicate smell that went well with my own skin. I then rubbed my hands together and brought them down to Alex’s belly.
“Two hands this time,” he remarked, and then he gasped at the feeling of my fingertips there. I moved in little circular motions on either side of his belly button. That little extra bit of weight around his waist gave him some extra softness, some extra flesh to his little body, so his skin there was a lot silkier than from before.
He rolled his head to the side again, that time to the right so his gray hairs disappeared from our view.
I could feel Lou crouched down next to me, right in between the two of us, and he watched me with complete and utter intent. Alex parted his lips some more and let out a quiet moan from the feeling. It had to be utter bliss for him: he had gone against his own desires, in torment of himself all for gaining a few pounds from eating all the delicious food that I had been giving him.
I ran my fingertip around the rim of his belly button, and he treated me to a light little whimper.
“You like that?” I asked him in a near whisper.
“It’s like—it's like—it’s like—!” He could hardly talk, and I knew what Lou meant by that right then. It was tickling scar tissue, and it was right over the crotch, too. It had to be orgasmic for him.
I had to kick it up a notch or two from him right then, especially when Lou nudged me. It felt as if he was telling me to do just that, like he read my mind.
I opened his jeans, and I reached down the front of his underwear to feel him.
Alex opened his mouth all the way from the feeling of my fingers there.
It was right then that I knew that I had unlocked something in him.
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