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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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At some point during the night, I had fallen asleep next to Alex there on the couch, because I woke up next to him and feeling his soft warm little body. I looked on at his slumbering face there next to me, and right then I felt my stomach turn with the unmistakable feeling of hunger. I didn't feel like getting up and creeping into the kitchen, however, especially not with him there next to me.
I let my fingers cross over his chest to his left side: he was still very full as his little belly felt and looked a bit taut underneath my arm. But I lifted myself off of him, and I let my hair dangle down to his face and his chest. He rolled his head to the side and showed me that beautiful neck of his.
I leaned in for another kiss there, just to ensure if he felt it or not.
He stirred a little, to which he followed up with a soft groan in his throat. So cute.
Another soft kiss on the side of his neck, to which he groaned again. I lifted up his shirt to reveal that little belly, and I planted a soft kiss right next to his belly button. He parted his lips and let out a soft little moan.
Another kiss there, and that time he shifted his weight in the spot and moved his hips for me. I lifted myself up again, that time to pinch his hips to see if he felt anything else. That time, he rolled his head to the side again and treated me to a soft groan as if he was about to wake up. I leaned in to his face for a kiss on the full tip of his nose, and then he opened his eyes at me.
“Hi,” I greeted him, nad he closed his eyes again and showed me a little smile.
“Mm. What time is it?”
I turned my gaze to the clock on the wall on the other side of the room.
“Oof, it's after three o'clock,” I told him, and I gave my hair a little toss with the flick of my head. “We fell asleep here and now I can't go back to sleep because I'm hungry.”
He opened his eyes and gazed up at me.
“It's funny, because... I kind of am, too,” he confessed.
“Oh, yeah?” I raised my eyebrows at him.
“Yeah. Like... I ate so much earlier but I'm feeling a rumble in my belly, though. You know, that sort of precursor to it.” He rolled his head over the pillow for a look at me. “Question, what do you eat at three o'clock in the morning?”
“Donuts?” I suggested right offhand.
“Donuts,” he echoed in a flat voice, and he closed his eyes again.
“Yeah. We should get a whole dozen donuts. You and me.”
“Mainly me, I would think,” he said in a singsong voice.
“If you want,” I said with a shrug of my shoulders. “I could also have a whole dozen myself. You have your own box, and I have my own as well.”
“That's a little much, don't you think?” He knitted his eyebrows together at me.
“A dozen each?”
“Yeah. I mean...” He opened his eyes again, just to roll them into the back of his head and look on at me. “I'm feeling full by three of them.”
“Well, you've got some meat on your bones now, you could probably wedge in a few more in there.” I gently prodded his belly, right by the waist of his jeans and where his skin was the softest and plushest.
“Yeah, you wish,” he teased me.
“I wish, and I want,” I said.
“You want?”
“Yeah. I want.”
I leaned in to his face again, that time to let my hair fall down over the side of his face and his neck so as to tickle him. His eyes drooped from sleepiness, but I could see the hunger in his eyes, the actual hunger and the hunger for me as well.
“I want this tummy of yours to be nice and full,” I told him with a soft pat on his belly.
“I want this tummy of mine to be nice and full, too, but you don't see me getting all sinister about it,” he scoffed in a single breath, to which I tilted my head towards him.
“Come on, Alex.”
“You come on!” he beseeched, and he opened his eyes all the way: they were like these big marbles lined with pink from the weird hours of sleeping.
“You're so damn cute when you're cranky,” I teased him.
“I'll show you cute and cranky—” He stuck his tongue out at me and crossed his eyes at the same time, to which I giggled like a schoolgirl and playfully slapped his belly.
“Ow.”
“Oh, come on, that didn't hurt!” I declared with a roll of my eyes.
“You touched my belly and made it wiggle, it hurt!”
“You're so cute when you seem a little fussy, would you like a donut?” I teased him again.
“Yes, I would like a donut and yes, I am fussy!”
I kissed him on the tip of the nose again, and I climbed off of him. He sat upright on the couch next to me with that little roll on his waist out in the open like the belly of a puppy. He bowed his head a bit as if to hide it from me, but there was no hiding from me, especially when I reached over to gently pat him there.
“Just so cute,” I said with a shake of my head. He cracked me a little smile as if he was the shy boy flirting with me. In a way, he was the shy boy flirting with me.
“So, what donut place is open at this hour?” he asked me.
“All of them. I think the one closest to us opens in about twenty minutes or something like that.”
“So, we better get a move on,” he quipped, and he stood to his feet, and he kept one hand on his belly, even though he was barely showing at all.
“Exactly.” I stood up next to him as he zipped up his jeans and ran his fingers through his hair. His jeans were a little bit tighter on him, much to my satisfaction. But I also wondered about his own sense of it as we headed out of the apartment and to the little donut shop up the street from my apartment.
San Francisco, what it was worth, never closed shop at that hour, and I was glad that it never did, either. The sky remained dark over our heads, and the breeze was cool and laced with the smell of salt courtesy of the ocean. I tucked my hands into my jean pockets while Alex lingered closer to me. I shivered where he seemed fine.
“Aren't you cold?” I asked him.
“Not at all,” he replied, and I knew that that little roll on his waist was keeping him warm.
We reached the corner, the block right before the stoplight, and he gave his little belly a soft rub with his hand.
“You're hungry, aren't you?” I asked him.
“Indeed, I am.”
We crossed the street together, and I led him into that parking lot off to our left there, to all those little shops buttoned up until sunrise as well as the donut shop in question. Then again, it was only three-thirty: they wouldn't be open for another thirty minutes.
“Oof, I dunno, man,” Alex confessed as he rested his hands on his belly.
“Wish John was here, he'd give us some fruit,” I said.
“But he'd also film us eating it,” he pointed out.
“True. By the way, do we still wanna take our revenge out on him?”
“Of course! I thought that was the plan, anyway.” He grimaced and groaned from the feeling inside of him. I wanted him to eat so much right then, and the one shop that sold those ham and cheese croissants wasn't open, yet, either, plus, that was all the way over in Hayward. No way I could drive us there, especially when I hadn't had my cup of coffee yet.
“We should film ourselves as we're getting him, too,” I suggested.
“We should,” he quipped. “We totally should. You and me both.”
A car pulled up to the curb before us, to which we shielded our eyes from the glare. I huddled closer to him as if to protect him, and a lady wrapped in a black windbreaker emerged out of the driver's seat.
“Are you boys waiting for donuts?” she sweetly asked us.
“Yes, ma'am!” Alex replied.
“We woke up early and now we're both really hungry,” I added. She killed the headlights and climbed out of there with the keys in hand. Alex showed her a sweet little smile as if he was flirting with her, but I knew what he wanted, however. She unlocked the door and turned on the lights for us, and we stepped inside after her to bear witness to the cute little donut shop, and the glass display before us, the shelves of which had been covered up by sheets of felt for the last ten hours or so.
“You should eat,” I suggested to him as she ducked behind the glass shelves.
“I dunno, Eric,” he confessed with a shake of his head. “A whole entire dozen seems like a lot.”
“Hey, you woke up with the hefty growl in your fat little belly and you said you wanted to eat some donuts, now you are going to eat up.”
“While I'm making the batch for the day, would you two guys like some day olds?” We turned to her and the rack of day-old donuts off to the side of the display.
“Ooh, yeah,” he remarked. There was a whole batch there on its own as he took a bear claw and I helped myself to a maple bar.
“We kind of need to get rid of these, so—have as many as you would like.” She flashed us a wink, and Alex showed her a playful little smile as he took a napkin for himself; I followed suit right behind him, and we took our spots at the little table next to the display case. She ducked back into the back room to began baking the day's batch.
“She said we could have as many as we want,” I recalled.
“Yeah, I heard her,” he quipped as he took off a piece of the bear claw and stuck it into his mouth.
“I mean... we can have as many as we want,” I said. “We could eat all of those day-olds over there and then take home a dozen. Have all the donuts we could ever ask for, Alex.”
“And again, that's a lot,” he pointed out.
“Eat them, or I will force you to eat them.”
“Would you?” He raised his eyebrows at that, and I nibbled on my bottom lip. He then leaned closer to me with his elbow on the table and the piece of bear claw before his lips as if he was seducing me with it. It was three-thirty in the morning, hot off the heels of having eaten a great deal at dinner, and now we were in a donut shop right when it opened. It really did feel as though he was enticing me, bringing me closer to him, when I was the one who wanted him closer to me. I knew it wasn't a turning of the tables, however, because I still had the money, and I still had the means of bringing him to his knees.
“It's a simple question, Eric,” he began again, that time in a low tone of voice. “Would you force feed me donuts?”
“Eat that bear claw first,” I told him in a near whisper. He stuck the piece into his mouth and I began on my maple bar.
Our gazes never left each other as we indulged in our donuts together. Once I finished my maple bar first, I walked on over to the rack for two more, a Boston crème donut for him and a vanilla cake one for myself. I noticed that he had only a few bites of bear claw left, and thus, I took the Boston crème one and shoved it into his mouth before he could take another bit of bear claw.
“Hey! No—”
He gagged, but he swallowed it down. He showed me his tongue as if it was gross, but then he stopped. “That was pretty good—what is that one?”
“Boston crème,” I replied.
“Can I finish the bear claw first?” he asked me, but I shoved it into his mouth again for another large bite. He took it and then I put my arm over his chest to pin him to the chair. We were alone in there: not a camera to be found, and so I could do it without a problem.
“Eat the thing,” I commanded as I put my hand over his mouth to keep him from spitting it out. “Eat it, Alex. Eat it!”
He closed his eyes and swallowed it down. I moved my hand off his mouth to which he showed me his tongue again.
“There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?” I teased him.
“You're still putting your knee on my belly, you bastard,” he scoffed.
“Bastard?” I chuckled at that.
“Yes, you! You're a bastard!”
“How 'bout if I make out with you later on to the sunrise?” I retorted.
“At this time of night? No freaking way.” He shook his head and tried to break free from me, but I had my full body weight on him.
“Yes freaking way—c'mere—” I put my arm over his chest to keep him down.
“No!”
“Come here, Alex! You know you want to, big boy.”
“Big boy?”
“Yes.” I reached down and patted his belly. “You're getting so chubby, it's really cute.”
“Yeah, you wish—”
I shoved the donut in his mouth again, that time for another large bite, and I once again put my hand over his mouth to keep him from spitting it out because I knew for a fact that he would do that. I did that each time for the rest of it until he ate all of it. He swallowed down the final bite and let out a low whistle as if I had just made out with him.
“Phew... pretty good donut,” he remarked. “Don't know if it was worth Eric shoving it into my mouth, but—”
I chuckled at that as I stood up once again. I reached for a third donut from the rack, that time another maple bar, and a big one at that.
“Oh, god.”
“Yeah.” I showed him my tongue and lingered closer to his face. “I tapped into your desires and now you're going to get it good, big fella.”
“It's all so tempting,” he croaked out, and he arched his back for me. He looked over at the bear claw right next to him, which he still had to finish, but I had another plan for him.
“Come here, big boy,” I beckoned him.
“I'm trying.”
“No, I said 'come here', not 'come'. Although I want you to do that eventually.” I held the maple bar before his mouth. “Open.”
He swallowed and lingered back. I looked down at his belly right before me.
“Open, or I'll blow raspberries right on this little belly of yours,” I threatened him. He snickered at that.
“Blow raspberries?” he asked me.
“Yeah. You ever blow raspberries on yourself before? Makes that loud farting noise and tickles like crazy? You want her to hear that?”
“You'd do it here?” he demanded with a raise of his eyebrows at me.
I licked my lips and brought my head down to his belly, to which he took the maple bar for himself. I nodded my head and snickered at him. He held that long donut about the length of a large carrot with a top coating of that decadent, sweet maple glaze in one hand, and he once again, never took his eyes off of me as he took a bite each and every time. It was a good sized donut on top of the Boston crème, so I knew that he was going to be even fuller before I even so much as got the show on the road here.
Though it still wasn't four o'clock in the morning yet, the shop was already filling up with the smell of fresh donuts from the oven, a lush aroma that was only all the more indulgent once Alex finished off the rest of that maple bar. I turned my attention to the back part of the shop, where that head baker was putting in another rack full of raw donut dough into one of those big ovens. I could only hope that she had more Boston crème ones in there because there was something about him eating a lot of those that tickled me, and I knew he liked them, too.
“God... it's too much,” he protested as he clasped both of his hands to his belly.
“A few minutes ago, you were practically begging for it,” I pointed out. “Now, it's just too much?”
“Eyes are bigger than my stomach,” he answered as he picked up the rest of his bear claw, which I found even more amusing. I leaned in to the side of his head to lick the side of his ear, which made him stop right in his tracks.
“But you know you want it, though,” I whispered right into his ear and then kissed him right on the side of the face. He parted his lips but he never said anything else to me as I made my way over to the counter to see the batch for myself. As I stood there at the counter with my arms folded over the top, I showed him a little smile. That time, however, I was more than certain that I got him right where I wanted him, especially since he was going to finish off the rest of that bear claw.
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