Fatty Man

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere.” Henry said and then saw a pair of feet shuffle over to them. “Oh, a morning vision…” Henry muttered.

“Hello to you two, what are you guys doing on the floor. Midnight wrestling and didn’t invite me?” Rosa said thickly, she was in the middle of brushing her teeth.

“Oh, you know me.” Bryan said, pushing himself into a seated position which let him stick both feet under Henry’s belly, that got a laugh from him. “I always love a good floor-nap. And since the best pillow in the house was out here I figured I’d come and see if he’d let me use him.”

Henry smiled and shifted himself toward the wall as well, the change in his position let his belly drape completely across Bryan’s lower body. He kissed his boyfriend on the cheek. “You two are adorable. But adorable won’t make you not late for class. I guess I’m mostly talking to you, Bryan since I don’t think Henry has a morning class today. But that means he has time clean up the pizza carnage.” She said pointing over his head, prompting him to roll away from Bryan who groaned quietly but didn’t try to keep his boyfriend’s bulk pressed to him.

“Oh jeez, I did it again didn’t I?” Henry muttered, only now taking stock of his outfit, the coffee table, and the shredded pizza boxes. The new purple tank he’d changed into after the gym was torn from the bottom of the arm hole to the hem on both sides, with shreds and slivers of it hanging out of his folds. His shorts were more or less intact, but still had a few rips and tears and holes. The bigger mess though was on the coffee table. The three pizzas Bryan had ordered were almost completely gone, the only remains of them were scattered fragments of cheese and crust and pizza sauce.