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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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My whole kitchen smelled of scrambled eggs and fried bell peppers as I prepared breakfast for the three of us. One of those smells that was easy to create for a kitchen, but easy to intoxicate on it. I tapped the rim of the eggs with the edge of the spatula to figure they were done enough for Alex's western omelette. I gave his some extra milk to beef them up a bit, and then I left the cheese off of it.
The boy ate kosher so I may as well respect that.
I was really hoping that Lou would come on over for a plate of western omelette as well. I couldn't explain it whatsoever, but I had this inkling to feed him a great deal of breakfast himself. I wanted every single one of us to feast on everything we could find, and it helped that we now had Dave with us.
I slid Alex's omelette onto a clean plate with a clean fork, and then I padded into the next room with it in hand. He leaned back in my recliner chair with his feet up and his little belly shamelessly poking out from over the belt of his jeans. The mere sight of it was enough to give me a slight twitch right between the legs.
He looked so cute there, so chubby and round.
When Alex glanced up at me, he showed me a sleepy smile accentuated by a little lock of a black curl on the side of his head. His face was nice and round, complete with those soft full lips and those little cheekbones.
Phew.
“Eat up, big boy,” I teased him, much to Dave's amusement. I returned to the kitchen to whip one for him and one for myself, and I knew I was going to add a touch of milk for him. Milk for him, water for me. Perfect. I had no plan whatsoever, but it felt as though it was all going according to it.
Another pat of butter in the skillet, followed by the scrambled egg mixture and some more of those chopped fresh red bell peppers. I ran my tongue along my bottom lip as I rested the omelette onto the second plate. Nothing could resist the butterflies in my stomach, either.
I padded into the living room with the plate and fork in hand, and I handed it over to Dave.
“I wasn't sure if you wanted cheese or not,” I confessed to him with a shrug.
“Oh, no, that's okay!” he assured me with a shake of his head. I pressed my hands together as if to give him a blessing, and then I returned to the kitchen. All the while, I passed Alex and the devious look on his face. That look as if he knew what he wanted right after that.
Seconds seemed to slow down right then as I locked eyes with him for about that long. He showed me his tongue as he tasted the eggs and the peppers.
Perhaps for the next one, I could add a little bit of chorizo to it. A little bit of spice and some healthy protein for a healthily plump little boy.
I returned to the kitchen and ran my fingers through my hair. I was feeling warm, not exactly sweaty, but I had a burgeoning sensation that I could shed a few beads on either side of my neck. I stood before the stove with one hand pressed onto the crown of my head.
They were my Guinea pigs. Both of them. I couldn't explain it at all, but I had this feeling. I felt like a farmer with his fat pigs ready to feed up to where they were up for the grand prize at the county fair.
Alex would be kind of a skimpy little pig with that little chubby roll around his middle, but he struck me as a pig nonetheless however. My hope was that these pigs could remain pigs and only have their bodies grow rounder and fuller with each and every plate that I gave unto them.
I thought about Lou and if he would have a role in this at all. He did have some help into all of this a little bit after all.
As I cracked two more eggs into the bowl, and I proceeded to whisk them with the simple flick of the wrist, I wondered if Lou was awake at all. Provided, it was still early and all, but I still wanted to wake him up and tell him what had happened in the hours before then. I wanted him to know the full scoop, every last detail, everything down to the donuts that we had eaten at such a dark hour of the morning.
Some more butter into the skillet, already hot from the previous two, and I poured in the rest of the pepper slices.
“This is so good!” Dave declared.
“Thank you,” I called out as I let the eggs cook.
There was also a part of me that wanted to wake up Lou and offer him breakfast as well. I closed my eyes and shook my head at that.
No. Don't, Eric. Don't do it. Don't even think about it. Lou's your best friend, don't do that to him. Lou's your best friend and he needs to remain fit to keep on drumming for us.
Or maybe I did want it with him. I was certain that John would want it but no way I could let that old boy win it, however.
I reached for the burner to turn the heat down a little bit, but I had enough heat for something else. When I awoke something inside of Alex, I woke something inside of me as well. It was mutual no matter what either of us did with one another.
I licked my lips as I tapped on the edge of the eggs with the spatula again. Light and fluffy as it should be. I slid the omelette onto my plate and folded it over, complete with the peppers and a handful of cheese on top. I switched off the heat and ran my hand through my hair again. I was going to have to shower that night.
If we were going to overeat, we would do it together. If I was going to overeat with Alex, I would do it with him. If he wanted to stop, then I had to respect that even if I didn't feel like it and I wanted to continue on with it given I loved his body with those extra pounds.
I picked out a fork for myself and strode back into the living room. I took my spot next to Dave: I was between him and Alex, the latter of whom ate up his omelette at a slow pace. A brave man right there, eating scrambled eggs at a slow deliberate pace.
Or maybe he was feeling full from the donuts. His belly already stuffed full with those things and now he was eating a homemade western omelette. I tried to focus on my own food with that first bite.
I did myself justice again as the eggs were light and fluffy and the peppers remained fresh even in such a hot skillet. I was eager to try it with some chorizo from the fridge when Dave cleared his throat and glanced down at his wristwatch.
“Ah, shit,” he muttered as he took another bite of egg.
“What?” I asked him once I swallowed down the one on my fork.
“I just remembered I have to be across town at around nine,” he said. “I'm helping a girl move.”
“Move what?” Alex joined in as he licked the tines of his fork.
“House,” Dave replied. “Some girl named Elle.” I paused for a second with my next bite right before my mouth.
“Elle?” I echoed him.
“Yeah. Poor girl, she's a clerk at the grocery store up the street here. She and I got to talking a couple of nights ago, and she told me she doesn't make much so she has to move across town to someplace cheaper. She's got some antiques and delicate old lamps and some stained glass stuff—she doesn't really trust the movers with them.” He licked the fork and rested it on the edge of the plate. “Thanks for that, Eric. That was delicious.”
“Yeah, yeah, I'm happy to make them,” I absently said. I lowered my gaze to the floor and I thought about what to say to her the next time I saw her. Though it was across town, as far as I knew, she could change or transfer jobs. A change or transfer in jobs equated to not seeing her as much, unless I made my way across town. I frowned at that and rubbed my temple with my fingertips, to which Dave frowned at me.
“What's the matter?” he asked me.
“Nothing, I'm just... thinking.”
“Thinking about me?” Alex chimed in with the tines of his fork up to his bottom lip, and Dave chuckled at that.
“I'll never tell,” I quipped back with a shake of my head, and he showed me a little smirk. Dave rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“You two,” he scoffed as he took his plate into the kitchen. I swallowed as I looked on over to Alex and that hooded look to his eyes. His tummy may have been extra full at that point, but he was hungry for something else. I could feel it in my bones.
They were my Guinea pigs, but at the same time, I had my fear about him in particular. He snuck up on me like some kind of sexy ghost, an incubus hidden away behind that sweet round face and those big bright eyes. Dave returned to the room with a rub of his hands and a sly look in his eyes. He looked ready to get down to brass tacks with the two of us, given there were three of us and Lou still hadn't woken up yet.
“Shall I come back for dinner later?” he offered me.
“If you want,” I said with a shrug of my shoulders. “Don't know what I'm going to make, but if you'd like to join us, I'm sure we'll have some room for you.”
“We could have you and her, too,” Alex added with a wave of his fork towards him.
“The more, the merrier, I say,” I decreed as I took another bite of omelette: that time, I had a nice balance of egg, grated cheese, and bell pepper. Not to give myself too much credit, but I made a hell of a breakfast for myself and for these two piggies here.
“What time?” Dave asked me, and I paused for a second with my back up against the couch cushion right behind me.
“Mmm... how 'bout five?” I offered.
“Five? What're you, sixty years old?”
Alex chuckled at that.
“Okay, how 'bout seven?” I offered him again.
“A little too late,” Dave said with a shake of his head. “I'll probably be beat by that point, too. Meet you in the middle at six?”
“That's the one. We'll see you then, Davey.”
He flashed me a wink and patted Alex on the shoulder before he stepped back outside to the gray morning light. I was alone with Alex again, and he undid the button on his jeans and lifted up the bottom of his shirt. His skin was soft and plump in appearance: so light and cute, and I could tell he was full.
“You know, fear is our most primal emotion,” he pointed out.
“It's our most primal emotion, and our rawest form of respect,” I added, and then I stopped with only a few bites of omelette left behind. “Is there a reason why you said that?”
He shifted his weight forward from the base of the chair, and he propped himself upright. His belly hung out over the waist of his jeans, and a part of me wanted to give him a little poke next to his belly button. I never took my eyes off him as I took another bite of omelette.
“Looking nice and full,” I remarked with a lap of my tongue. “So sexy and cute.”
“I reckon I'm going to eat more over the course of the day,” he said with a little raise of his eyebrows and sly smile on his face.
“If you'd like,” I promised him with a shrug of my shoulders and another bite: that time I held the tines in between my teeth.
“There's a part of me that wants to feast later on when I come on over again,” he confessed with a toss of his hair. He hunched his shoulders and spread his legs apart, and he flashed me a lopsided little smirk. “Sexy and cute, is that what you called me?”
“Yeah. That's a cute belly and the overall vibe here is—giving me some heat.” I swallowed, and then I took the final bite and set the plate down on the coffee table before me. He gave his hair another toss and hooded those eyes at me. I could feel my dick growing so firm at the sight of him.
I stood up and sauntered over to him; I had one hand stretched out to him.
“I think I'm gonna go and visit Elle again,” I told him. “I'm gonna ask her for more food and get you nice and round.” I gently patted his little belly with my fingers.
“What about Dave, though?” he asked me, slightly concerned. “'Cause he's going to be over there and everything.”
“If he spies on us like John, all bets are off.” I leaned in and pressed my lips onto the side of his neck. He parted his lips and closed his eyes at the feeling. The pounds were making him soft and smooth, and I wanted more of it all for myself, regardless if he wanted more of it or not for himself.
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