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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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The smell of fresh strawberries out of the crisper drawer of my fridge combined with the hearty smell of eggs in the skillet was enough to intoxicate me. After all of those donuts, he needed something fresh and light. Something to fill his tummy and give him even more of a tummy.
I ran the little green box of berries under the faucet, and all the while, I caught the feel of the cool water on my own skin. All I could think about right then was submerging myself as well as him under the surface of some cool water somewhere.
The feeling of the Bay waters on our skin. The kiss of the sun upon our heads.
I needed him to be with me down there by the waters come the spring and summer time. I hoped that he would have a rather prominent belly at that point: that cute little roll around his waist to become a gorgeous little pot that I could put my arms around from behind when he least suspected it. I wanted him rounder, fuller, heavier... and I knew it would please me.
Then again, I wondered if he was really the evil one given I thought about fattening him up a little bit. The thought tickled me so much, and my fingers tingled at the thought of touching him there, especially since his skin was already soft and silky to the touch. I cracked a third egg into the bowl on the counter next to me: this omelette was going to be for him while I put my own in the oven to keep in the warmth.
As I whisked the eggs, I thought about him there on the beach: those long, unruly black curls twirled behind his head like the thickest, healthiest mane ever and his skin pale and silken with the caress of the ocean. My fingers twitched and tingled as I searched to feel his body from behind; he wore nothing but little white tennis shorts and a silk shirt, the latter of which he left open just to feel the breeze on his chest. I yearned for something more, something else: the sight of that slight tummy, now round and full and utterly gorgeous, like one of those little melons as it hung out in the open. I licked my lips at him and brought a hand down to his waist to feel that soft smooth skin, but then he lurched back and folded his forearms over his belly as if to hide from me.
No way he could hide from me, though. Not from my fantastic fingers. Not from my hungry lips.
“You look so hot,” I confessed to him over the soft gentle sea breeze behind us.
“You're gonna have to catch me first,” he taunted me with a little wiggle of his hips and his one hand down the fullest, roundest part of his belly. He walked with a sashay along the sand towards the water's edge. I walked on after him with the wind over my shoulder: at one point, he stopped and gazed back at me. The sun hung off to the right of high noon, and thus, the light reflected off the sand behind him as well as off his skin: those deep eyes, in all of their intensity, gazed on back at me like a pair of black holes from the head of a scorpion. He gave his belly another light little massage with one hand, and that time he stuck the tip of his finger into his belly button, and I could see him visibly hunch up his shoulders at that.
Indeed, I could feel myself firming up. The way the light washed over his head and body so perfectly, plus there was the fact that his skin was so very soft and delicate. I was as much a hungry boy as him as I approached on closer to him, but then he stepped away from me and closer to the water. I chased on after him until we actually reached the water's edge: the waves gently lapped on the wet sand, where he persisted on to the water itself. I stood there as the foamy waves washed over my feet and ankles; he lay down on the water's surface, flat on his back. He spread out his arms, followed by his legs: his hands and feet dipped down below the water's surface from the weight of the bones. I could see his hair spread out from the crown of his head like a bundle of kelp. His belly rose up over the surface of the water, strong and mighty and as big as ever.
There was a part of me that wanted to join him out there.
And I did. I pointed my hands out before me and buckled my knees, and I dove forth like in the cartoons. I made the splash right by his feet, and then I swam along the shallow waters to meet up with him: my feet still rested upon the sands down below, especially since I brushed my left sole on the surface of a stone there at the bottom.
He cocked his hips from side to side and put his hands under the back of his head. He parted his lips and hooded his eyelids at me as if he beckoned a kiss. I rolled over onto my back as I lay next to him on the water's surface. He was so big, so round, so sexy and handsome, and all for my taking as well.
“We should have some fun after this,” he told me.
“After?” I echoed him.
“Eric!”
I shook my head to rid of the fantasy, and I glanced to my left to find him there in the doorway with his hands on the edges. He was back to that cute little roll around his waist, although he had taken off his shirt so I could see his gorgeous, sleek body out in the open. He flashed me a little smirk as if he knew what I was thinking right then.
“Are you paying attention?” he asked me, and then he nodded at the skillet before me. During my daydream, I had whisked the eggs and put them in the skillet with some butter, but somehow I missed the actual thing of eggs in the skillet before me. Quickly, I swiped a spatula from the drawer before me and turned the eggs over before the one side burned. I could feel myself blushing as I hurriedly rummaged through the fridge for some spinach and green onions.
Alex chuckled at me.
“It ain't funny, you naughty boy,” I teased him.
“Nah, you're right,” he said with a shake of his head. “It's hilarious.” And that brought a laugh out of me. As I sliced some onions, I happened to glance over at him still there in the doorway as the morning light from through the window right next to him washed over him. He was looking so fresh and juicy himself there right next to me. I had awoken a monster, and yet I had no regrets about it whatsoever, especially when I thought about the donuts at Hanukkah.
“Don't make me deny it from you,” I teased him as I poured in the chopped spinach and onions onto the eggs.
“Deny what?” he asked me.
“Those little donut holes for Hanukkah.”
“You wouldn't!” he exclaimed, and I could see the little twinkle in his eye. “You wouldn't deny me my sufganiyot.”
“If you're gonna break my daydream and my concentration, I just might,” I said with a little wiggle to my hips.
“You know, I'd still find a way to stuff my gullet silly with those things,” he warned me. “I could eat a bunch of those, especially now.” He gently patted his bare skin, to which I squinted my eyes at him. Before I could open my mouth to say something to him, I was interrupted by a knock on the door.
“That's probably Lou,” I told him. “He probably heard us earlier and he's wondering what the hell is going on right now.”
Alex ran his fingers through his hair and doubled back to the front door. I was about ready to fold his omelette when he opened the door and gasped.
“Dave!” he exclaimed.
“Dave?” I echoed him.
“Dave!” he repeated. I leaned over for a look at the front door, and there was Dave on my doorstep, hands in pockets, black hair down around his shoulders, and with a little smile on his face.
“Oh, that Dave!” I said.
“Yeah, who'd you think I meant?” Alex laughed, and Dave chuckled along with him as he craned his neck for a look into the kitchen.
“'Morning, Eric, what're we doing?” he asked me as part of his greeting.
“Making breakfast. Come on in—” I folded over Alex's omelette and scooped it out of the pan. I guess I was going to have to make three omelettes then, as I opened the oven door and rested it next to my own, which had cheese and chorizo. I hoped I had enough chorizo as I began cracking two more eggs into the bowl next to me. And all the while, I wondered why Dave was there with us, and who had brought him here because I had no memory of calling him or of Alex calling him the night before, either.
I tried to think back to that daydream I had had about Alex as I whisked those two eggs, but all I could think about was Dave.
As I put in another pat of butter in the skillet and poured the whisked eggs in, it struck me. It was a bad idea but once I thought it, I couldn't stop it.
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