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Blood and Chocolate	By : christinecornell Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 70 -:- 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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Alex yawned as he popped another blueberry into his mouth and then rested his hands on his little belly. I tried to keep it together even though I knew John would want to be a part of the whole fun. He had eaten all of those berries solo, and a part of me wished I had a fork or something on hand to poke into that little belly of his to ensure that he was in fact done.
I nibbled on my bottom lip. I wanted to do something else there while we had that moment alone there in the room. Chuck, Greg, and Lou were all out of there, and I had no clue as to where John had gone. I had come in the closet, and yet I knew that I had another round in me. I knew that I could bring home the bacon for real that time.
I could bring home some bacon and bring it to him.
Alex parted his lips and let out a low whistle. He reached down to undo his jeans, even though he was already undone.
“Would you like me to rub your tummy?” I offered him.
“If it’s not too much to ask,” he said as he leaned up against the wall and adjusted himself. “Phew. Sometimes I forget how filling fruit is.”
The bottom of his shirt stayed in place right over his belly button. He had such beautiful skin there, perhaps at that point more than ever. I licked my lips and bowed forward to the spot on the bench right next to him. I moved my head closer to his waist as if I was about to kiss him there, but I instead moved in with my fingertips. A gentle caress on his soft smooth skin which was apparently enough to send chills up his spine.
“Whew—” He straightened his spine, but there was no way I could stop, however. I was already in too deep. He was already in too deep. I had to keep at it no matter what the cost.
I ran the tip of my finger around the rim of his belly button, which made him squirm in his seat. He moved his head forward for a look down at me.
“Is that too much?” I asked him.
“Not at all. In fact, I’ll give you about ten years to stop that.”
“Feels that good, eh?”
“You have no idea.” He parted his lips once again for another low whistle. His eyes hooded from the feeling: he was getting sleepy almost immediately. I moved my finger around only rather gently because I knew that I could upset that sweet little tummy of his.
“Part of me wants to start wearing more crop tops now,” he confessed, to which I raised my eyebrows at that.
“Oh, really? Actual crop tops?”
“Actual legit crop tops. To wear when my belly is full like this and if it’s a little bit fuller and rounder in shape, too.”
He showed me his tongue as well as more of his neck with a tilting of his head back towards the wall. He knew how sensual he was, and I wanted to take things a step further. A whole several steps further, to be perfectly honest. I nibbled on my bottom lip once again, and that time I brought my free hand over to his other side to feel his skin over his hipbone.
He had such gorgeous, sensual hips: though he was still very thin, I knew that some extra pounds would make those hips look nice and round and full. Perfect for running my hands down for a good feeling.
But then he flinched at the presence of my hand there.
I cracked him a grin. I did it again, and he nearly rolled off to the side.
“Eric, please,” he begged to me. “I’m too full—I feel like a turkey.”
“A turkey?” I chuckled at that. He sat up with his hands on either side of him: his shirt stayed up over his little belly as if he had a large roll of fat right there. It was just so cute. He was so cute, so cute being so full.
“Yes,” he sputtered. “A big—fat—turkey.”
“Come on,” I scoffed with a roll of my eyes. “I’ve got about forty pounds on your scrawny ass. If you’re fat, I’m morbidly obese.”
He then flashed me a dirty look.
“Morbidly obese? Is that what you said?”
“Yeah. If you’re a fat boy, then I’m a tub of lard on death’s doorstep. Morbidly obese.” He shifted his weight again, and that time, he rested a hand on his chest. He slid his hand down to his belly and the hem of his shirt.
And it took the both of us to realize that he was so full that the shirt couldn’t fit over his waist at that point.
“Are you kidding me?” he sputtered in a near whisper. He tugged on his shirt, and I once again nibbled on my bottom lip at the sheer sight of him before me.
In fact, I could feel myself rising up at the sight of him. I had no idea if the guys outside there would be willing to see the two of us with no pants on, but then again, I wondered if they would be willing to look anyway because we all saw Alex with that little roll around his body. It made sense to see him again with a beautiful belly filled to the absolute brim with lush tasty fruit.
“You know, you look really cute with a few extra pounds,” I told him in a low voice. “Like the perfect amount of round on your skinny little body.”
“I need to fix my shirt,” he grunted out, and he inched off of the seat. And yet, he couldn’t hardly climb up to his feet. In fact, he groaned and grunted in his throat as he tried to move his ass off the seat.
“I can’t get up,” he told me.
“You can’t get up?” I couldn’t help but chuckle.
He grunted in his throat again. “No!” Out of breath, he glared at me. “It’s not funny! You did this to me!”
“Don’t be accusing me, I brought you the fruit,” I told him with a straight face. “I didn’t tell you to eat it all.” He inched off the seat again, but it was futile. He was in fact way too full.
“Here, what if I rolled you down the street towards the beach?” I suggested, and I resisted the urge to laugh. “Would that make you feel better?”
“NO!” he choked out. “No. No, I got it. I—” He finally stood up from the seat, albeit with plenty of struggle. I followed suit right next to him, albeit with more ease. He ran his fingers through his dark hair and then his hand down the front of his body.
“Phew. Well, at least I’m full of fruit and I know where it came from, too.”
It was cute to watch him, and it was even cuter to see him with his hands rested upon his little belly, especially when I made mention of my own weight. I turned my head to the doorway on the other side of the room, and I spotted John’s video camera still there in the shelf, right within our line of sight no less. While Alex kept on soothing the utterly big feeling within him, I started to wonder if that camera was intentional at all, like if he genuinely had something planned for the two of us when we least expected it at all.
And I knew for a fact that Alex himself saw it because he cleared his throat and moved in closer to the side of my head as if he was about to whisper something in my ear.
“You know, that video camera over there is still rolling,” he suggested.
I turned my head and sure enough, I saw the red light on over the camera lens. Maybe it was intentional after all, and maybe there was something else that he neglected to us. I also had a hunch that it was a trap, as well, like he left that thing there on purpose for us to find it because he knew what we were about to do when no one was looking.
Then again, I knew that John would see it if he wasn’t too careful. We could feed right into the whole plan as a show of sorts, but it wouldn’t mean anything, though. It wouldn’t mean anything to his kinky ass.
I then turned my head back to Alex as he stood slightly taller than me. He kept those long, lanky hands before his little body as if he was about to tell me something important.
Best thing either of us could do was roll with it. Roll with the whole thing and have a laugh at the end. Roll with that damned camera over there—
I pressed my lips onto Alex’s cherry ones, in all of their lush smoothness. He pulled back a bit from the feeling but I kept my hands on the small of his back to steady. I pressed my body against his own: my own belly pressed against his. So full and plump, even on a body still rather slim.
I could feel him relaxing in my arms. I could feel his hands on the small of my own back. Those long and lanky fingers made their way down from the waist of my jeans to the seat, right onto my ass. I knew I had another round in me.
He moved his lips down to the side of my neck, which in turn sent so many chills down my spine. We knew where to touch each other: with me, it was the neck; with him, it was the belly. His lifted shirt gave me a chance to lift up my own. Strips of bare skin touching each other, and it felt so good to feel him there.
So good, and so intimate.
I reached down the front of his jeans for a feeling down below the belt. It was a rather snug fit given his full belly made his jeans as such, but I was able to do just that. I could feel him. I could touch him without having to take off any of our clothes. He gasped from the feeling and leaned back away from me a little bit.
I glanced down at his gorgeous body, and I ran my fingertips along the contour of his chest up to his collar bones and then down to his belly button again.
“You’re so cute,” I whispered to him. “You are just so stinkin’ cute.”
I turned my head for another look over to the bag of fruit still on the bench: I still had those strawberries in there. I had planned those for the jam for Hanukkah but I knew what to do. Besides, it wasn’t like I couldn’t get more, anyway. I reached for the one closest to us, and I handed it over to him.
“Eat this,” I told him.
“Eric, no—please,” he pleaded, and he rested his hands on his belly once again. “I struggled to stand up because I’m so full. I can’t.”
“Eat it, Alex,” I commanded. “Strawberries are aphrodisiacs.” I flashed him a wink on my left side so it was out of sight from the camera. No one had to know this was all nothing more than a complete joke.
Alex then hesitated for a second, and then he flashed me a grin. But then he took the strawberry and the grin morphed into a grimace.
But I could see it in his eyes.
We were Blood and Chocolate from thence forth.
He slipped the tip of the strawberry into those full lips, all with his gaze fixated onto me as if he was seducing me. He nibbled on the tip, and then he very slowly slipped the rest of it in, all the way to the stem.
I gasped and clutched at myself. I was coming again and in my pants that time around.
Alex bit into the strawberry at the stem and bit it off. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back to relish those juices, and for me to lean in again to kiss his neck.
He swallowed and treated me to a gentle moan. I held still before his neck and chest to ensure that he had actually eaten it. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the red light on the camera blinked on and off. Either the battery was about to die, or it was signaling something.
Nevertheless I knew for a fact that ol’ Johnny boy was about to have some extra time on his hands, and little did he know that it was all an act as well. The light followed us until it went black.
Alex closed his eyes and bowed his head. He brought his fingers to his mouth to stifle a burp, and he rested his other hand on his belly, a little too full at that point.
“Here, Alex, let me take you home…” I offered him. And then I could scarcely recall anything else after that. It was like my mind blanked out after that.
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