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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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Lou and I returned to the boy out there in the living room, right as he lifted his shirt and revealed even more skin to the vacant living room before him. But then I stopped right in my tracks, and I turned back towards the bathroom.
“Eric?” Lou quipped after me, albeit in a hushed voice. I clasped my hands to my face, and I shuddered. I didn’t want to face either of these two boys, especially not Alex.
I had put myself on display for him and now he was doing the same thing. I also wondered what on Earth was wrong with me, too. I had fed him well and he was relishing every last little part of it. That was all there was to it.
Except... there was something more within me right then: more of something that I had never really felt before.
All the times that I had eaten dinner at my parents’ house or at Abuela’s house and it always brought me such great comfort. Comfort in a sense that it gave me that cozy feeling of home, and yet there was a tone behind it that I couldn’t exactly explain. It was as if I had been primed somehow and now seeing Alex rub his belly and look all soft and sweet in the next room was giving me the weirdest feeling right in between my legs.
I rubbed my eyes, and I turned away from the back wall of the hallway there, and there was Lou, still right behind me like the good buddy that he was for me.
“What’s wrong?” he kindly asked me, and I shook my head when I continued to think about it. The thought that I had done something so horribly wrong and gross, and I had no right to feel good about it in any way, shape, or form.
“God, this is so dangerous,” I confessed to him in a low voice.
“It’s not dangerous, Eric, trust me,” he assured me.
“It is, Lou,” I told him. He pressed his hands to his hips and bowed his head forward a bit.
“What are you so afraid, Eric?”
“Nothing. I just have a bad feeling about all of this, though.”
“Like what?”
I gritted my teeth and swallowed, and then I bowed my head so I wouldn’t have to look at him straight in the eye. But then he held onto my chin and tugged my face up again, all so he and I could lock eyes with each other. He pursed his lips together at the mere sight of my face.
I shifted my weight and tucked my hands into my jean pockets. He moved in closer to me with his lips slightly parted. My buddy, and yet he was about to make a rather poignant move on me, and one that I had no idea if I had any preparation for in the meantime.
“Here. Do you want some reassurance that all’s well that ends well?”
Lou leaned in closer to my face and he pressed his lips onto mine. That unquestionably counted as my first kiss, as well as my first kiss on a boy. The feeling of his skin on my own sent a shiver down my spine. A shiver followed by a warm sensation in the pit of my stomach. The undeniable warmth and power of a kiss on my own two lips, the feeling of love, brotherly and romantic and otherwise.
He let go of me and looked long into my face with his own lips parted ever so slight, as if he couldn’t believe that he had kissed me. I couldn’t believe that I had been kissed right then, either.
“Whoa.” My heart fluttered in my chest. There was an odd little flame in between us right then, and one I couldn’t exactly put into words.
“Yeah,” Lou assured me with a slight raise of his eyebrows. “By the way, Angie doesn’t know about that.”
I nodded my head at that. “Of course, of course.” I swallowed: no way would I be able to shake the taste of his lips from my own after that. “What do you suggest?” I asked him.
“Let’s just keep feeding him,” he told me with a shrug and a running of his fingers through his fine hair. “He obviously loves your cooking and—I do, too, quite frankly. Humble little Jewish boy who grew up with two professors and in a world that looks at him funny. If it were me, I'd welcome the deliciousness, too.”
I parted my lips and fetched up a sigh. It didn’t help matters that Alex was still there in the next room like a little puppy that awaited its owner.
All the while, I straightened up the lapels on my jacket and I took one step forth. I made my way to the entrance to the living room.
He had reclined back all the way in that chair, such that he clasped a hand to the crown of his head. His Adam’s apple was prominent and slightly pointed. I took a glimpse down to find that he had all but let his jeans slide down his hips. Every inch of his belly, from his ribs down to his hipbones was exposed. His face was rosy and soft, as rosy as I had ever seen on him.
I not only woke up inside of me, but I woke up something in him as well.
“Oh, my god—that was just—that was so good—”
He rolled his head over the top of the chair and cracked open his eyes. He treated us to a soft groan from the inside of his throat. I shifted my weight again and I could feel Lou right there behind me.
It was such a tender sight to see, and yet, given he had lifted his shirt off his skin and nudged his jeans down his legs a bit. So tender and sweet, and yet...
His skin looked soft and smooth, and I knew that if one of us touched it, it would be like touching silk. His belly button had this odd little cuteness to it, this little dark button right in the middle of his pale skin. There was a part of me that wanted to poke him there. Give him a little poke followed by a tender little caress, as if he was a dog.
The thought of little scritches on his belly, like all around his ribs, gave me a feeling that I couldn’t completely describe, and if I did have to describe it, it would come about in the form of touches on myself.
A feeling I could not describe or put into any sort of words, even if I tried.
Another thing that I couldn’t exactly explain? The mere softness of his skin there before us made me want to give him a whole manner of kisses. It was this odd feeling inside of my own stomach, this feeling that I had unlocked something in all three of us by a mere making of matzo soup and some hot chocolate.
He ran his fingers through his black hair and pushed his head back into the top of the chair. He closed his eyes, and a sweet little smile crossed his face. Something about him that was so soft and so delicate right then: usually, Alex had this stern, almost grave look plastered over his face, but he looked genuinely boyish right then, as if he had reverted to being a young boy back at his parents’ house with his tummy full and his body warm and nourished.
I almost couldn’t handle it. I shook my head and I turned away from him. I doubled back into the hallway, back to the bathroom, but Lou caught me before I could go any further than the first couple of steps away from the living room.
I shook my head.
“I can’t,” I whispered into his face.
“Can’t what?” he asked me.
I shifted my weight yet again.
“I’m getting weirdly horny at the sight of his belly,” I confessed to him. Lou peered over his shoulder to the room behind us and he shivered at the sight of Alex back there.
“You know, it’s a funny thing. I am, too.”
I rubbed my eyes with the palms of my hands. “What’s happening to me, Lou,” I muttered aloud. “What is happening to me. This has never happened before.”
“Well, try to work with it,” he suggested. “Maybe don’t sit on it so much because it could probably be helpful to you.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Seriously.”
I ran my fingers through my hair on either side of my head. Never before had my hair felt so fine up to that point, and I knew that it had to do with the fact that I had taken good care of myself up to that point. I wondered if I could take more care of myself if I just rolled with it, too.
“What do you think I should do?” I asked him.
“Go in there and view the skin on that boy’s full belly,” he told me. “Get a good look at him. Get comfortable with him. You tapped into something sweet and precious with him. You can do it.” He clasped onto my hands and he brought them both up to his mouth for a gentle little kiss along the sides.
“You don’t have to touch him,” Lou added with a peek over my fingers. “But you connected with him through his stomach and his memory. You can do it with your words, too.”
“And then what?”
“Make him more stuff and just—see where it goes from there,” he coaxed me, and he held onto my left hand with both of his. “I’ll be there with you. Every single step of the way.”
I showed him a little smile. “Thanks, Lou,” I told him. “I think the best thing you and I can do right now is just—follow our way and see where it all takes us, I suppose.”
“Exactly, right,” he assured me with an extending of his hand towards me. I took his hand, and he gave the back of my right hand a little kiss.
I then turned around and faced Alex there in the recliner, and at that point, he had tucked his hands underneath his head; and I strode on closer to him. My heart pounded in my chest as I neared him and his beautiful bare skin.
“Alex?”
“Hm?” He gazed up at me with a sleepy, euphoric look upon his face. There was a part of me that wanted to take one of the blankets out of the hall close and put it over his body just so he could rest well in that big comfy chair. I had never seen him so soft before and it woke something inside of me.
“This is—“ I started, but then I stopped right in my tracks. “—this is—“
“I know, I’m—” He hiccuped right then and brought a hand to his mouth. “I’m enjoying this just a bit too much,” he groaned out in a near whisper. “It just—you know—it just feels so good to me.” His fingers crept over his belly button and down towards the waist of his jeans. I shifted my weight at the mere sight of him.
I could feel my lips twitching.
I could feel something else twitching.
I didn’t want to see him like this. I didn’t want to feel like this.
But I couldn’t help it, and Lou being right there right behind me didn’t help matters, either.
He sat up a bit and nudged a lock of hair behind his ear.
“Care for more food down the line?” I suggested.
“Oh, please,” he told me with a little smile on his face. It was so sweet whenever Alex genuinely smiled: it always made me think of ice thawing and sunlight peeking through clouds on the last day of the wintertime. “Mind if I digest a bit longer, though? It just feels so good inside me, and—“ He glanced down at his exposed skin and cracked a smile. “—this right here feels so right.”
“This is gonna seem a bit crazy,” I started again, and I could feel Lou encouraging me back there at the hallway; “—but—would it be okay if I touched you there?”
He blinked his eyes and then raised his eyebrows at me.
“What, here?” He stroked his fingers over his bare belly.
“Yeah. It just… looks really soft. And warm.”
“Oh, it’s very soft and warm here,” he told me with a little smirk. “At least on the outside. Inside, I’m all warm and snug. I bet it would feel even better to have a hand on me.”
With a nibble on my lip, I leaned forth and gently lay my hand on his belly. He was very warm on the inside: warm, almost cozy.
I moved my hand around in circles over his belly button.
Soft and smooth indeed! As if I was petting a cat.
Alex parted his lips and closed his eyes part of the way, as if he was so aroused right then.
In fact, when I lowered my gaze for a split second down to his legs, I noticed that he did have a little chub rising down there. Full in tummy and full below the belt as well.
He cozied down into the chair a bit more and he returned his hands to underneath the back of his head.
“Enjoying yourself, Alex?” Lou called from behind me: I could hear him stifle a chuckle in there.
“You have no idea, Lou,” he groaned out, a euphoric, blissful moment.
And I had no idea, either. No idea what I had just gotten myself into right then.
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