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Chicken Parm’s SUCH a good dish 8D but kinda like what he just ate, so I’m gonna go with the loaded potato :3

Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4

Once Jace had finished his tilapia, and a brief interlude of making out together – they really had no ability to keep their hands off of each other for any period of time, but it wasn’t like either of them minded this particular deficiency – Inky cleared away the dishes and paused by Jace’s side. “So, how are you feeling? Really? because I’ve got some options depending how much more you think you want to do.”

Jace thought a moment, resting a hand on his stomach and taking stock of how he felt. “I’m… pretty full. Under normal circumstances, I think I’d have stopped eating a while ago, but…. you know how flexible I am, I think that extends to my stomach. I think I’ve got a bit more stretch left in me before I have to call it quits.” Jace looked up, a smile on his lips.

“Alright, in that case, I’ve got a couple sides warming in the oven for you. I’ll bring the first one out, okay?”

“Okay!” Jace nodded, rubbing his hands together excitedly. “Oh man… this is such a great idea. Why haven’t we ever done this before?”

“Because our schedules have been so completely incompatible we never really thought to try to do anything more than just cuddle on the couch and fuck like bunnies?”

Jace sputtered a laugh at the utterly dry deadpan voice Inky used. “Have I mentioned lately how much I love your sense of humor?” Jace grinned over his shoulder as Inky leaned down to set the next plate before him. They shared a quick kiss before Inky straightened up and retook his seat beside Jace.

“I believe it’s come up once or twice.” Inky drawled, leaning on his elbows.

Jace looked down at his plate and nearly balked, half laughing half nervous as he said, “You call this a ‘side?!’ Inky, Babe, this is practically a full meal all by itself!”

The dish in question was smaller than a regular dinner  plate, but it was near overflowing with food. A loaded baked potato with all the works sat right in the middle. A massive spud split open and broken up, mixed with equal parts sour cream and cheese and butter. Nearly two strips of bacon, fried and crumbled into the mix. Green onions garnished on top.

Inky shrugged, a little bashfully. “I can take it back-”

“Don’t you dare” Jace growled playfully, tugging the plate closer to himself before Inky could reach out. “I’m keeping this, and it’s all going right. In. Here,” He said proudly, patting his rounded stomach with determination. “If you put it in front of me, I’m gonna eat it.”

“That’s how we’re doing this?” Inky asked, a bit dazed from the sheer willpower Jace was pushing his way.

“That’s how we’re doing this.” Jace nodded, picking up his fork and plunging ahead.

Though the baked potato was technically smaller than the other dishes, it wasn’t by much, and on top of everything else Jace had eaten, it wasn’t easy going.

Jace slowed down, rubbing at his stomach, with Inky’s help, the two of them chatting quietly about nothing much as he worked his way through the heavy, starchy meal. It was just as delicious as everything else, and Jace made sure to heap just as much praise, bright and citrusy, into Inky’s belly as Inky was putting regular food into his.

By the time the plate was clear of every last bit of potato, both of them were flushed, leaning back in their chairs and smiling fondly at each other.

“Think you’ve got room for another?” Inky asked, gesturing to the plate.

“You made two baked potatoes?” Jace asked, incredulous.

“No, no, sorry, I just meant another plate in general.” Inky said, waving away the confusion.

“Oh….” Jace paused, thinking slowly. “Yeah. I think? Maybe?….” He stared up at Inky for a moment before saying, “Think we could move to the couch or the bed first? I’m already about to slide out of my chair, and I think I’m probs gonna straight pass out the moment you stop feeding me.”

“Oh… yeah, we can move.”

“What is it?” Jace asked, grabbing Inky’s arm before the other man could retreat back into the kitchen. He was suddenly feeling much more awake after that gently defeated tone in Inky’s voice.

“I just….” Inky bit his lip, looking away towards the kitchen. “I’d kinda hoped we would finish this with me blowing you or something.”

“Oh, fuck, yeah, no sure. I mean… I kinda figured that’s where this was going. Was hoping. I’m kinda like… really turned on right now, so…” Jace shrugged.

Inky grinned. “Okay. Let me put this back in the kitchen, then get you settled in bed, and then I’ll get the next dish, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” Jace agreed, tugging Inky down for a quick kiss before letting him go. “Love you, Babe.”

Bit of context work in this one to go with the food 8D I think Jace can do at least a couple more dishes before ‘dessert’ :3 Keep ‘em comin’ ^.^

Ooh, a Fine choice :3

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“Mm, so, what do you have for me next?” Jace asked, kicking his feet under the table.

“Well, a number of things…” Inky hedged, hopping up to grab the next dish from the kitchen.

Their apartment was an open plan, so Jace could have just turned around, but he liked the surprise.

“But first!” Inky came back, setting a tureen in front of Jace and pulling back the lid. “Minestrone.”

Jace breathed in the rich, tomato-y scent and hummed happily. “Oh man, that smells so good. And… is that roasted peppers?”

“Yeah, I know it’s not traditional, but I’ve heard peppers and tomatoes go well together, and I thought you’d like it.”

“I do. Or, I will. I can’t wait to try it.”

Inky handed him a large spoon and settled into the seat next to Jace, biting his lip and watching.

Jace laughed, grabbing Inky’s hand and lacing their fingers together as he scooped up his first bite of soup. Melted cheese dragged down from the spoon and back into the bowl. It was a small for a tureen and large for a bowl, enough to comfortably serve two people, and Jace was prepared to eat all of it.

“Oh, that’s amazing.” Inky sighed. “Your determination,” he said, when Jace shot him a look. “Kind of…” he made a sort of grasping motion with his hand. “Can something taste crunchy?”

Jace laughed, “Not really, Babe, but I think I know what you mean. Kind of like bread crust. A good, crunchy bread you feel more than taste.” Jace took his first bite and moaned as well, scooping up another spoonful. “I don’t care if this isn’t traditional. It’s so good, Babe.”

“I’m so glad you like it.” Inky beamed, pressing a kiss to Jace’s cheek while the other man chewed thoughtfully.

White beans, celery, onions, and pasta all filled out the dish, it was possibly the heartiest soup Jace had ever eaten short of being an actual stew. The taste of the tomatoes was rich, backed with the roasted peppers. “Did you roast the tomatoes too? This is so good.” Jace groaned, working his way steadily through.

“Yeah. I kinda mixed together a couple recipes.” Inky gave Jace’s fingers another squeeze. “I’m so glad it turned out. I was a bit nervous it wouldn’t work.”

“Aww, Babe.” Jace just leaned in and brushed their noses together, happy and warm from the inside out. “Thank you, I love you so much. You didn’t need to go to that much trouble.”

Inky swallowed the sweet, rich cream of adoration Jace radiated at him. “I know, but I wanted to. You’re worth it.”

“You’re worth it too, Babe.” Jace said, scooping up the last of his minestrone and pushing the tureen aside so he could lean back with a stretch. “Oof, that was a lot. Hope you didn’t make all the courses that ovesized, or I’m not sure I’m gonna get through them all.”

“Just do your best, you don’t have to finish everything if you don’t want to.” Inky promised, picking up the dirty dish and heading back to the kitchen.

Ah! I’m so excited ^.^ Thank you for such a PERFECT suggestion. And I am now back from work, and shall remain so all night ^.^ So keep them coming!! ^.^