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Seems to be one hell of a mess youāve gotten yourself into, Chad,Ā Craigās voice is half amused, half sarcastic and Chad tries laughing it off like heās not covered in mysterious pale lumps of batter, ignores the way his shoes stick to the kitchen floor as he turns around to face Craig.Ā
He opens his mouth to explain but Craig shakes his head and steps closer, backing Chad up against the counter, Donāt,Ā he says, reaching up to swipe some of the batter off of Chadās cheek, Sāgood look for you.Ā
(Chadās blushing, ignoring the way his heart beats faster when Craig sucks his finger into his mouth to clean off the cake batter.)Ā
If you are doing those prompts: āItās not a double date, weāre just third and forth wheeling.ā - For GAot4
itās short but <3
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Itās not a double date, Craig insists as he and Shaun show up at Chadās apartment; Samās already there, feet propped up on the coffee table while something cooks in the kitchen; causing the entire apartment to smell divine.Ā
Yeah, weāre third and four wheeling,Ā Shaun says as he pushes his way into the apartment, plopping down on the couch beside Sam, becoming immediately interested in whatever it is that Samās got playing.Ā
Chad, for the most part, doesnāt look convinced but he sighs, closes the door behind Craig and waves his hand, Yeah, yeah whatever. Beerās in the fridge.Ā He says and Craigās heading for the kitchen as soon as he squeezes by Chad, squeezing his bicep as he goes by, Youāre the best, Chad! Ā
(And when Chad heads to the kitchen a while later, Sam finds him stirring laboriously at a pot on the stove, Theyāre doing an awful good job at third and fourth wheeling,Ā he says, voice colored with amusement and when Chad looks over Samās shoulder to see Craig and Shaun on the couch, thighs pressed together--one of Shaunās hands resting over Craigās, he rolls his eyes, Yeah sure, not a double date my ass.)Ā
look so first off this is for @goeff-ramsey cause caleb is a good bean who kept me company while my internet was off with thoughts of craig and chad and chad feeding craig so. here this is.Ā
(the quickest way to a manās heart is through his stomach, or his dick, but mostly his stomach.) feeding kink and blowjobs.Ā
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Chadās not much of a chef, not particularly, but heās pretty good at following recipes and thatās enough for him so when he comes across a recipe for squid ink pasta, he gets an idea, a grand sort of idea that makes him grin big, almost smirk and rub his hands together.
(Itās not to say that heās scheming or anything, but Craigās always so bland with his food choices, and Chad and the others always try to get Craig to step outside of his comfort zone when it comes to foodābut Craigās a hard man to please when it comes to new things, new food, usually only trying them when thereās alcohol or a camera involved.)
He makes a list and heads out early on a Saturday morning, sending Craig a text, a brief sort of text that says hey come over later, got something new I want you to try before he shoves his phone in his pocket and goes down to the local supermarket.
(Finding squid ink proves to be hard, but he does eventually, at a small Asian market on the other side of town, they sell it in jars of all things, which isnāt what Chadās expecting but he grabs it and tosses it in the basket along with a few other ingredients he couldnāt find before he goes to pay for it.)
Craig shows up around eight that night, an hour early, but heās known to do that sometimes so Chad doesnāt really pay any attention to his presence until Craigās leaning over him, Whatās that smell?
Pasta, Chad says, heās being vague on purpose, not sure how Craig would react to squid ink being in front of that, I saw the recipe online, figured I needed a taste tester and honestly what better person than my good buddy Craig, right?
Craig laughs at that, rests his chin on Chadās head and watches him stir sauce in the pan, refusing to comment on the color of it, I see, he says, And youāre only feeding me some noodles tonight, huh?
Chad scoffs, No, he says, Thereās bourbon chicken too, if you want that, and then Craigās pulling away from Chad with a loud, Ah-ha! Youāre trying to get me drunk James, I knew you had ulterior motives here.
That makes Chad turn around and then heās staring at Craig like heās grown a second head, You do realize I could have just offered you beer or something right? Besides, the alcoholās cooked out so it wonāt really do anything.
Craig still looks suspicious of Chadās motives but he doesnāt say anything else, just goes back to watching Chad until Chadās turning away to finish the sauce up, Alright, he says finally, Let me know when the foodās ready, I guess.
When Craig leaves, Chad snorts softly and shakes his head, a fond little smile on his lips as he stirs the sauce a few more times before letting it simmer.
(He loads a plate up once the foodās done, loads it half up with the pasta, half with the chicken and grabs a beer for Craig before heās heading out of the kitchen and into the living roomāthe lights are low and the televisionās on, it gives the room a sort of romantic atmosphere that Chad tries not to look too far into.)
That for me? Craig asks, eyeing the plate piled high but Chad passes him the beer first, lets him pop it open and take a long, slow draw from it before placing it on the coffee table in front of him, Alright pretty boy, lay it on me, he says, reaching out for the plate.
Chadās not really nervous but thereās something hesitant in his stomach as he watches Craig dive straight in for the pasta, thereās shrimp in it too, shrimp and squid ink and when Chad tasted it, it was fine, but he worries that Craigās not going to like it (and as nearly the only one who cares about Craigās wellbeing when it comes to feeding him, Chad feels like itās his responsibility to feed him something good.)
Itās different, Craig says around a mouthful of noodles and shrimp, heās got a little bit of sauce on his lower lip and Chadās ignoring the sudden urge to reach out and wipe it away with his thumb, with his own mouth as he watches Craig chew thoughtfully, eyes half closed like heās enjoying himself immensely.
(Feeding Craig was always a sort of show, a dinner and a show, Craig, who eats with everything he is, always willing to show his appreciation to whoeverās feeding him andāand Chad needs to stop there, needs to tamp down the thoughts before they branch into inappropriate territory, although, feeding your coworker, your boss on a Saturday night should be inappropriate as it is. But their work relationship was never a normal sort of thing anyway.)
Whatās in the sauce, Chad, Craig finally asks when heās eaten a good portion of the pasta, and Chad figures, if Craig hated it, he wouldnāt have demolished half of it so the words slip out of his mouth as he watches Craig pick a noodle up with his fingers, head tilting back, eyes closed as he drops it into his mouth and chews, Squid ink, he says, distracted, watching how Craig licks the sauce off of his fingers with a little hum.
Craig doesnāt say anything for a few minutes after that, itās just silence but itās not the heavy sort but it still has Chad on the edgeādoes Craig not like it now? Chadās sure it happens, a person eats a food they donāt know the contents of and when they find out they suddenly donāt like it.
Hey look man, if itās too much, you donāt have to eat it, Chad says with a little shrug, heās backpedaling, I saw the recipe and like, thought it could be good maybe? I dunno, but you donāt gotta eat it if the squid inkās tooā¦weird.
Craig looks over at Chad, heās still got sauce on his lower lip and Craig must notice his stare because heās licking his lips, pink tongue sliding over his lower lip, catching the bit of sauce there and Chad has to hold back a moan, Itās, itās not bad Chad, not bad at all, not really what I expected either? But itās, itās, good? I think? He glances down at the plate, Iāll have to eat more for uh, proper experimentation.
The relief that settles in Chadās stomach is mixed with something else, something between arousal and pride because heās done that, heās made Craig something that he likes, that heās eating and thatās the best sort of feeling ever.
(Craig eats more, eats his way through the bourbon chicken and Chad tries to ignore the urge to kiss the spicy bourbon sauce off of Craigās mouth when he gets a little too eager and goes for a larger than normal forkful of the chicken and then suddenly heās getting up off the couch and going into the kitchenāit takes him a few minutes and when Chadās just about to get up and go check on him, Craig comes back out, another plate full of the pasta this time, just the pasta and another beer.
Craigās a little more eager after that, he eats with no abandon, mouthfuls of noodles and shrimp, all darkened with the squid ink sauce and Chad watches in amazement, arousal, awe as Craig demolishes plate after plate of the pasta and then the bourbon chicken until heās stuffed full, four beers and about five plates of pasta and chicken later, heās lying on the couch, head on Chadās thigh and the urge to rub Craigās stomach is there, the feel the smooth roundness of his belly catches him, grabs a hold of him and he does, he reaches out and rests the flat of his palm on the part thatās the roundestāthe noise that comes out of Craigās mouth is something of a purr, maybe a moan and Chad canāt help himself anymore, he leans over and seals his mouth over Craigās, kisses him slowly, deeply.
Thereās the taste of squid ink and the spiciness of the bourbon under it and itās an interesting sort of taste, along with the beer, but Chad doesnāt care, he chases the taste, kissing Craig until Craigās turning his head away with a little gasp, Woah there little buddy, he says, voice sounding somewhat wrecked, a little tired, Donāt wanna get something started now do we?
Chad does, actually, he does, he wants to get Craig shirtless, wants to touch the soft skin himself, wants to rub Craigās stomach while heās mouthing at the bulge of his dick through his underwear, he wants to show his appreciation in so many ways.)
Craig must know what heās thinking, because he sits up slowly, a soft, sort of pained groan leaving his mouth when he jostles himself too much, all warm and full of beer and good food, but he lets Chad pull his shirt off and press a kiss to his shoulder, sighs and relaxes back against the couch when Chadās hand starts rubbing slow slow slow, tracing around his bellybutton with light touches before rubbing his entire palm over where it hurts.
Chad keeps his hand on Craigās stomach even as heās sliding off the couch, his knees landing on the carpet with a soft thump that draws Craigās attention, makes him slide down on the couch more so Chad can fit between his legs, Hey there, Craig mumbles, You come here often?
Chad laughs a little and nods, not wanting to say anything to ruin the moment and by now heās gotten to where he can easily unbutton Craigās jeans and the sigh Craig lets out is somewhere near pornographic as the pressureās released and heās sinking even more into the couch cushions until Chad can tug down his jeans easily with one finger through a belt loop.
I know where this is going, Craig comments sleepily, his eyes half lidded as he peers down at Chad and Chad notes with some bit of pride that Craigās at least half hard in his underwear, his dick twitching each time Chadās thumb passes over the skin of his stomach.
He doesnāt wait too long, pushes himself up on his knees so he can press a dry sort of kiss under Craigās bellybutton and then one at the band of his underwear before heās settling back down and pressing an open mouthed kiss to the bulge of Craigās dick, looking up at Craig through his bangs as he doesāand he delights in the way Craig opens up, lets his head drop back against the back of the couch, eyes falling shut as he moans, a soft, happy sort of sound.
Chad teases him for a while, just open mouthed kisses between each pass of his palm along Craigās stomach trying to soothe the pain there but eventually, Craig gets a little impatient and so does Chad and Chadās other hand finds Craigās dick, rubbing him through his underwear until Chadās hooking fingers into the band and tugging them down enough so Chad can get his mouth on the head of Craigās dick.
Craig never lasts long when heās got a full stomach and Chad teases him about it, says itās because Craig gets off on this as much as everyone else doesāand well, Craig wonāt deny it but he also wonāt confirm it either, not out loud at least, but Chadās mouth has always been his favorite, so warm, soft, his tongue insistent against the head of his dick and while Chad wonāt swallow all the time, the way his free hand goes for him, jerks him off with his underwear still half on, itās well, itās sort of hot.
Heās coming soon after, already at the point where heās whispering Chadās name over and over like a litany of some sort, like Chadās name is sacred to him (and god, maybe it is) and when he comes, Chad has to bite back his own moan because Craigās beautiful like this, all tense and arched as he comes, white stripes up his stomach and chest (sometimes on his chin, depending on the intensity) and when Craigās shaky and overstimulated, Chadās hand disappears, his mouth finds the soft skin of Craigās inner thighs and he sucks a large sort of bruise there, a weak moan leaving Craigās mouth.
Gee buddy, Craig says when Chadās done, still kneeling between his legs, still rubbing his stomach slowly, now at the side, where thereās no come (not that he hasnāt well, rubbed Craigās own come into his skin before in the heat of the moment).
Gee buddy, Chad mocks as he pushes himself up, knee coming to rest on the couch between Craigās legs as he leans over him to kiss him slowly, softly, Donāt you have more to say? He whispers into his mouth.
Craig hums and leans into it, lets Chad kiss him for a few minutes before he pulls away enough to say, I think you could have done better, six outta ten, a lazy sort of grin on his lips, eyes half open.
Chad huffs softly, See if I feed you anymore, he says and then heās getting up, ignoring Craigās whine, Come on now, we need to get you cleaned up and then to bed. Iām not carrying your ass to bed if you fall asleep on my couch again.
You wound me, Chad, Craig says, but he lets Chad help him up and into the bathroom and grudgingly, Craig showers while Chad finds the pajamas he left here last time and by the time heās done and dressed, heās feeling warm and tired, full of food and relaxed and the feeling magnifies when he settles into bed and Chad curls around him from behind, hand coming to rest on his stomach.
Youāre only the big spoon ācause Iām too tired to object, Craig says around a yawn and Chad hums, rubs Craigās stomach until Craig sighs and leans back into him, Okay fine, he finally mumbles. You win, James.
Chad grins against his shoulder, pressing a kiss there, Go to sleep Craig, Iāll make breakfast in the morning, yeah?
Craig finally concedes, his eyes falling shut as he yawns again, Youāre exploiting me, he mumbles but Chad can tell heās grinning. I donāt like you Chad, you feed me weird food that tastes good and give shitty blowjobs, he mumbles again and Chad hums, Sure thing Craig, sure thing bud.