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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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It was the very next day at rehearsals when I caught a glimpse of Alex from the side, and I could see those extra pounds on him. He wore this tiny white T-shirt that fit his hips and his waist ever so perfectly: how I wished Elle the clerk was there to see him for herself, to witness the power of the matzo ball as well as other things. His waist poked out with the slightest curve, and I knew for a fact that he could hold so many more pounds and not lose the beautiful shape of his body, either.
There was a small part of me that wanted to kiss him there, right around his waist, right around his belly button, because I knew for a fact that that skin was extra soft and silken with those extra pounds. I needed to get close to him, and with Chuck and Greg there in the same room with us, and my wingman Lou not being there at the rehearsal space at that very moment, it was far easier said than done.
I sat there on the far side of the room with one hand down by my side, and my other hand rested upon the guitar neck. Chuck stood by the microphone stand with his hand down on the metal stand itself and with his head turned in the other direction, so all I could see there on the other side of the room was a long mane of curled black hair down past the shoulders.
Chuck was literally starting to feel almost like an older brother to me: where Lou was my buddy, I could feel something along the lines of a soul tie over to Chuck, though. My cousin Derrick and I had invited him over to sing for us when Zetro left for Exodus. He was still kind of the new guy, though, especially under the Testament moniker. No way could he know about mine and Lou’s desires to bring out Alex’s inner hedonist and make him feel things that he had never felt before in his life, even if it meant fattening him up like a roast pig over Christmas.
I blinked my eyes several times when I thought that.
I couldn’t believe that I had thought that.
Indeed, I could feel my face growing warm at the realization of it.
I brought my attention over to Alex there on the chair next to me. His long jet-black hair sprawled down over his shoulders and onto his chest, and he kept his fingers sprawled over the guitar neck to where they resembled the long, spindly legs of a spider. The fastest guitar player on planet Earth as far as I knew.
He held the guitar body right before his waist so I couldn’t see those beautiful extra pounds there. Not a lot of extra, but they were enough for me to think about them under my fingertips and under my tongue as well. I closed my eyes part of the way as I thought about my own skin upon his skin: that sexy softness under my fingertips, and his body pressed up against my own.
But I also thought about Lou, and what he would have wanted for us, and ultimately what he would have wanted for himself. He had Angie, but there was something in there, especially when I thought about how onboard he was with getting inside of Alex through his belly and that sense of earthly pleasure hidden behind that stoic, serious demeanor.
I pictured as to how it would go with Alex should I get him even heavier than those six extra pounds on his waist. I thought about his own career there with us and whatever he damn well pleased in the future. Maybe they could add onto his body and the way he moved about the stage rather than hinder him. Maybe they could protect him.
I wasn’t a savior of any kind, but I could probably find a way to help him rather than take him down a few pegs with every curve and every pound on his body.
There was a point where Chuck had left the room for something, and Greg went outside for a smoke, and that in turn left me alone with Alex, and all the while, Lou still hadn’t showed up yet. Alex set that little red guitar down on the floor next to his chair and he leaned back with his hands pressed onto his waist.
“You okay?” I asked him. “Tummy ache?”
He never answered as he stood to his feet and ran his hands down the front of his shirt, down to the waist of his jeans. In fact, I noticed that his jeans fit a little bit more snugly around his hips and his thighs. It wasn’t much snugger, but it was enough for me to notice.
“I don’t like the way that my body looks, to be perfectly honest with you, Eric,” he told me.
“Nonsense,” I assured him with a shake of my head. “I love the way you look, Alex.”
“But I don’t, though,” he confessed, and he pressed his hands closer to his waist as if to hide his extra pounds. “I've gained some weight, and moreover, I can feel it. I feel it weighing me down like a dead weight.”
“It’s only a couple of pounds,” I assured him again, that time with a little gesture towards him. “I have to really look at you to see them for myself.”
“Hey, you guys want something to eat?” Greg’s voice floated in from outside.
I stood up and I walked on over to the doorway so I wouldn’t have to shout. Chuck and Greg stood out there together with their hands tucked into their pockets, even though the rain for that day was a few hours away.
“Uh, yeah,” I said with a clearing of my throat. “What’d you guys have in mind?”
“We’re both in the mood for some Filipino mischief,” Greg said as he ran his fingers through that smooth dark hair of his.
“Filipino or Japanese?” Chuck asked him, puzzled.
“I could’ve sworn it was Filipino,” Greg confessed.
“It both sounds delicious, to be honest,” I told them; I thought about stuffing some sushi and then some halo-halo down Alex’s throat when he least expected it. It was a fleeting thought, but I thought about it, nonetheless.
“Why don’t we just get some Chinese, instead?” Greg quipped.
“Ooh, yeah, orange chicken and fried rice,” I said.
“Alright! I'll put an order in for some Chinese.” Chuck rubbed his hands together, and then he ducked over to the payphone on the corner behind him. Greg flashed me a wink, and I ducked back into the building to check on Alex again. When I came back into the room, I saw that he had gone.
“Alex?”
Add to this, Lou still hadn’t showed up yet. I walked into an empty rehearsal space.
“Alex? Where are you?”
On the other side of the room was the door to the back room which had our miniature fridge and a pool table. From what I recalled, there was also a body-length mirror upon the back wall next to the window, too. I walked on over to the door there, and I gave it a nudge open. Indeed, there was Alex, right before the mirror’s reflection with his shirt pulled up: the light from the ceiling overhead shone over his skin so he could see that pale, milky skin of his. He ran his hand down his stomach, down to the waist of his jeans, and all the while, he had a look of disgust on his face.
I lingered right behind him, and I gazed at his stomach and that slight curve around his waist.
“I hate this, Eric,” he told me in a low voice. “I can’t believe I let myself go like this.”
“Really? Dude, you look good.”
“I don’t feel good, though.”
“You eat good, you look good,” I assured him. He ran his fingers over his belly button for a gentle caress, but he grimaced at the sensation of his own skin on his skin. I just thought about when he ate that matzo ball soup that I had made for him. He was in utter bliss.
If only I could find a way to unpack these feelings for him. If only.
He curled his fingers into his skin as if he was trying to take it off his waist, but he couldn’t. It was lovingly stuck onto his body like glue. I gazed at his belly button, so round and a little bit dark with those sprigs of hair around the rim and down to the waist of his jeans. That little line of hair prominent enough for me to have a full view, and enough to make me curious as well.
“I don’t look good, Eric,” he confessed. “I look like I've relaxed every whim possible, and I've let go.”
“If I didn’t think you looked good, would I do this?”
I put my arm around him, and I planted my lips onto his much to his surprise. He lunged back from me with his eyes wide and his lips parted.
“Whoa. What the hell, Eric?”
“Yeah.”
The bottom hem of his shirt slid down his body, but not all the way down over his waist so that belly button of his peeked out in the cutest way. I raised my gaze to his face and those parted cherry lips pointed my way, those big blue eyes that gazed back at me like the open ocean, and of course, that thick head of lush jet-black hair with the little gray plume over the right side of his forehead.
I could feel something between the two of us, something that I had never really felt before with anyone else, not even with Lou or Chuck for that matter.
“Do that again,” he said to me. I raised my eyebrows at him.
“Do it again.” I lingered closer to him, and then I put my lips onto his again, and that time, a little shiver shot down his spine. I held back so I could look into those deep eyes.
“Again.” I licked my lips, and I gave him a third kiss. I put my arms around his waist, and I brought him close to my body. His waist was soft, and his hips were just the right amount of full, and his body felt so warm and tender to the touch. I ran my hand up his back, right underneath his shirt to feel his skin: my other hand made its way up to the base of his slender neck and the soft black curls at the very back of his head.
Coarse and yet soft at the same time: I had a feeling if he ate more, and he ate better, his hair could be even softer and much more luxurious.
I could feel his hand make its way down underneath the hem of my shirt. He slithered those long, lanky fingers down the front of my jeans for a gentle fondle. It was as if he knew where to touch me. I knew where the hedonism lay hidden inside of him, and he knew where I liked to be touched as well.
I lowered my lips onto the side of his neck, and he tilted his head back for me to have a better feel of his skin there. When I kissed him right at the base of his neck, his fingers wriggled their way to the tip, even with my jeans still on, and even with my body pressed up against his. I could feel myself rising, with my jeans tightening against my waist and my hips: I never thought another boy could make me come inside of my pants, but it happened.
I loved this feeling, and I wanted it to last forever.
“I should treat you well,” I told him right into his face.
“How well are we talking?” he asked me in a low, husky whisper.
“Alex? Eric?” Chuck’s sensual voice carried into the back room.
“Well enough, big fella. I'll fill up your tummy and then when no one’s looking, I'll give you some belly kisses.”
He raised his eyebrows at that and before he could say anything, I gave him another kiss on the lips again to keep him silent. I wanted him to have his mind intact, but I also wanted to uncover those feelings some more. I knew that he wanted them to come forth at some point.
I needed a napkin, anyway.
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