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‘You bought key lime pie?’ Alex bursts out laughing when Greg presents the plate and places it on the table with a flourish.
‘You enjoyed the last one so much, I thought I’d spoil you.’ Greg replies with a wicked grin. ‘It gets even better.’
Greg briefly steps back into the kitchen and returns with a small tub of ice cream. Alex’s eyebrows rise comically when Greg sits down and puts the tub in front of him.
‘Ice cream?’
‘Vanilla. And this time James won’t be here to eat it for you.’
Alex shakes his head, laughing. ‘You know, I think I’m actually still feeling a bit full from Jessica’s pie.’
Greg’s grin widens. The episode with the pie was filmed a little over two weeks earlier. ‘Pussy.’
‘You made me eat the whole thing!’
‘I didn’t make you do anything. I threatened to make you eat the whole thing after the show.’ Greg points the knife he is using to cut the pie at Alex. ‘I didn’t expect you to dig in with your bare hands while the cameras were still rolling.’
‘Yeah, right,’ Alex huffs. He crosses his arms indignantly, but his eyes betray that he is amused.
Greg cuts off a large piece of the pie for Alex and shoves it onto a plate. When he tries to scoop a large spoonful of ice from the tub, however, his spoon bounces off the solid surface. Greg glares at the deep frozen ice cream, feeling a little offended.
‘You should’ve taken it out of the freezer earlier,’ Alex comments drily.
‘Oh, really?’ Greg replies sarcastically. ‘Thank god you have a whole pie to finish before we get to the ice cream.’
Alex rolls his eyes good-naturedly and picks up his fork. He takes a large bite and chews thoughtfully. After a moment he shrugs and happily sticks his fork into another large chunk.
Greg watches in amusement while Alex devours the whole slice in under a minute. ‘Good lord, are you even tasting it?’
Alex hums in acknowledgement and quickly swallows the last bite. ‘Delicious.’
‘Want another slice?’
‘Sure, why not.’
Greg cuts off another big piece of the pie and reaches for Alex’s plate. Alex is watching him with his head a little tilted, a few crumbs sticking to his beard. He points his fork questioningly at Greg. ‘Aren’t you gonna have some yourself?’
Greg shakes his head. ‘It’s all for you.’
He pushes the plate back Alex and Alex immediately digs in. When he has made it all the way through his second slice he lowers his fork and leans back in his chair, letting out a deep sigh. ‘Tell you what, that is a good pie.’
Greg picks up the knife again. He is reaching for Alex’s plate when Alex jerks up.
‘What are you doing?’
‘Cutting you another slice, of course,’ Greg says smugly. ‘You’re not even halfway through.’
‘Hold on.’ Alex looks apprehensive. ‘Surely you don’t really want me to eat the whole thing.’
‘And the ice cream,’ Greg says.
Alex stares at him. Greg meets his gaze easily, curious to see how this will play out. When Alex agreed to come over for dinner, Greg bought the key lime pie and the ice cream with the sole intention of getting a rise out of Alex. It’s part of their friendship, playing pranks and teasing and trying to get the other to break first, and Greg loves every bit of it. It keeps him on his toes, never knowing how far Alex is willing to take a joke.
‘And the ice cream,’ Alex repeats incredulously.
‘All of it,’ Greg confirms with a short nod.
Alex’s eyes flick to the remainder of the pie and the still untouched bucket and with a thrill, Greg realises that Alex is thinking about it. Alex is seriously considering eating everything just because Greg dared him to.
If he is honest with himself, Greg had been expecting a joke, a punchline, maybe a bad wordplay on key lime pie. He isn’t prepared for Alex suddenly turning his gaze back to him and saying: ‘Alright.’
Greg’s breath catches. His chest thrums in anticipation.
‘Go on then,’ he says, a little breathless. ‘Cut yourself another slice.’
Alex’s expression tells Greg he has noticed that Greg’s voice doesn’t quite reach the level of smugness he is aiming for, but he wordlessly accepts the knife Greg hands him and divides the remaining pie in three equal parts.
This time, when Alex digs in, his eyes stay on Greg. He eats his way through the slice with automated precision, but the pace is slower than before, almost as if he’s putting on a show. Bite after bite the pie disappears and Greg watches, entranced, while Alex chews and swallows and reaches for more. He’s rapidly losing control of the situation and it goes straight to his head, leaving him a little dizzy and making it hard to think straight.
Maybe Greg is more affected by this than he expected.
When the fourth slice is gone, Alex sits back and wipes the crumbs from his beard. He breathes out slowly and closes his eyes.
‘You know, Greg, you were right,’
‘I usually am. You’ll have to be a little more specific.’
Alex opens his eyes just enough to peer up at Greg and places his hand on his stomach. Something in Greg’s chest clenches, like a dim warning of what is about to come.
‘You’re really spoiling me,’ Alex says with playful bashness. ‘I’m going to be a very full boy tonight.’
Greg barks out a laugh and a little of the tension that has been building inside him is lifted. This is familiar territory, banter he is comfortable with. This is Alex fighting him back and steering the joke into a different direction, trying to catch Greg off guard. And Greg isn’t going to give in that easily.
‘Is that so?’
‘Hmm.’ Alex nods.
When Alex reaches for his fork again, Greg puts his hand on Alex’s arm. He waits until Alex’s eyes are on him before he leans in. ‘What do we say?’
Greg thinks he’s prepared for the response. For the demure tone Alex will take. For the full force of those baby blue eyes being turned on him. For the thrill of the joke that neither of them wants to give up on first.
Predictably, Alex “never backed out of a game of chicken” Horne only hesitates a split second before he molds his amused expression into one of gratitude and mumbles: ‘Thank you, Daddy.’ and it turns out that Greg is not prepared for the way those words sent a hot bolt arousal down his spine.
It takes him a moment too long to come up with the only retort that will get him back in the game.
‘Good boy,’ he murmurs. ‘Now finish your dessert.’
Alex freezes. Greg can feel it happen under his hand. There’s a split second in which something changes in Alex. A brief moment during which his gaze drops and his expression contorts. If Greg hadn’t been studying him so intently, he would have missed it. Slowly he takes his hand away from Alex’s arm. The next moment, however, Alex has composed himself and when he turns back to Greg, there’s a challenge in his eyes.
‘Aren’t you gonna make me sit on your lap?’
If Greg had been eating pie he would probably have choked on it. A small noise escapes him, somewhere between a laugh and a sound of aversion. It’s still all part of the joke. A joke they have both been in on from the start. And yet, with each passing moment it feels less and less like a joke to Greg. This time there is no camera pointed at them, no audience cheering them on, no contestants laughing or gasping in horror. His stomach flutters with sudden nerves and he backpedals. Just a little.
‘Is that what you want, to sit on my lap?’
Alex shifts in his chair. A cute little frown draws his eyebrows together and the parts of his cheeks not hidden by a beard are turning a rosey pink color. His fork clatters on his plate.
‘Greg.’
It’s not a question. It doesn’t feel like a warning either. Greg spins the word around in his head and tries to grasp the meaning behind it, but comes up empty. His heart is beating insistently against his ribcage and his breath comes a little more restricted than usual. He feels like he’s standing on the edge of a diving platform, uncertain if he wants to find the courage to take the plunge.
‘Too much?’ he asks softly. And maybe he is imagining it, maybe he is projecting, but Alex looks a little hopeful at that.
Alex licks his lips. His eyes flick to the pie, then to the ice cream, then back to Greg. Then he shakes his head. ‘No, it’s fine. I just didn’t expect- I didn’t-’ he’s stammering, looking frustrated with himself. It only lasts a moment before Alex has pulled himself together and says: ‘Unless it’s too much for you.’
The silence that follows is so tense, it’s palpable. The air feels thick and heavy with everything that’s not being said. They should talk about this, Greg thinks, about what exactly they are doing and what it means. But before Greg can formulate a start of that conversation, he hears his own slightly hoarse voice mumble ‘Not at all,’ and the tension that Greg hadn’t noticed in Alex’s shoulders drains away.
‘Alright,’ Alex responds in an equally shaky voice.
Greg’s insides are at war. Fear battles with excitement; confusion fights against fascination. Above all Greg is really, unexpectedly, undeniably turned on.
He takes a deep breath, then slowly pushes his chair back so that his legs are free from under the table. He finds Alex’s gaze, eyes blown wide, on him.
‘Come sit on here.’
Alex’s chair almost topples over with the force he uses to push himself to his feet. He steps towards Greg confidently. Then his shoulders tense and he gingerly lowers himself on Greg’s thigh. His hands flutter, once again unsure where to land. Greg positions Alex in a way that more evenly distributes his ways over both his legs and then reaches to still Alex’s arms.
‘Anywhere is fine.’
Alex ducks his head and nods. One arm he curls around himself and his other hand gingerly touches Greg’s chest in a way that he could pretend is just for balance. It’s only natural for Greg to leave one arm curled around Alex’s waist and place the other on Alex’s knee.
Alex chuckles awkwardly and Greg joins in with an amused snicker of his own.
It doesn’t feel that different from having a woman there, Greg notes bewilderedly. Even though Alex is heavier and is radiating nervous energy instead of confidently trying to seduce Greg. Also, none of the women Greg has been with have ever called him Daddy.
Alex clears his throat. ‘Do you ehm- Do you want me to say it again?’
Greg can see the war raging inside despite the way Alex tries to act like everything is still in his hands, like this is still the same joke despite both of them clearly being past that. And suddenly, with another wave of shock and arousal, Greg realizes that he does want to hear Alex say it again.
It’s a frightening revelation. Greg has never really considered any of their homoerotic play-pretend to be anything other than that. What happens on set is part of a show and what happens in Greg’s home - what’s happening right now - is not.
He can feel his cock hardening inside his trousers just from his mind running through the different scenarios and he really, really should put a stop to this right now.
‘I do.’
This part is just like it was in the studio and at the same time very different. Alex sits up straight and turns to look Greg solemnly in the eyes. Greg looks back, going for a stern but expectant look while inside his heart is racing.
‘Thank you, Daddy.’
‘Christ, Alex’ Greg chokes.
Alex grins shyly at him, managing to look absurdly pleased with himself at the same time. ‘I knew you liked it when we did it in the studio.’
‘You little prick.’ Greg wraps his arm more securely around Alex’s waist and revels in the way Alex intuitively leans into him. Suddenly it feels all too surreal, Alex stuffing himself with pie for him, sitting on his lap, calling him Daddy. Greg doesn’t want it to stop. ‘Do you know what else I liked?’
Alex shakes his head.
‘I quite enjoyed watching you stuff yourself with pie,’ Greg leans in so that he can whisper the next words in Alex’s ear. ‘Knowing you did it only because you thought that it would please me.’
A shiver runs through Alex and he blushes deeply.
Greg smiles teasingly, feeling more lightheaded with every passing minute. ‘I think you secretly liked that too.’
‘I did.’ Alex whispers it like it’s a confession. Maybe it is. He looks hot under his collar, ears bright pink and Greg has a sudden vision of taking off Alex’s shirt just to see how far that flush is extending.
Christ…
‘You’re going to do it again, aren’t you? Eat the whole thing just because I tell you to.’
Alex doesn’t hesitate. ‘Yes.’
‘Yes what?’ Greg prompts. Immediately he regrets the stern tone he’s taken when Alex stares at him, uncertain, but then Alex drops his gaze.
‘Yes, Daddy.’
Greg fights the delicious shiver that runs down his spine. His head is spinning from the realisation that this is happening, from the possibilities of everything he can make Alex do, willingly.
‘Sit on the edge of the table,’ he instructs, giving Alex a little nudge.
At some point Alex’s hand has slipped to the side and has curled loosely around Greg’s ribcage. The grip tightens when Alex manoeuvres himself off his lap. He stands, unsteady on his feet for a moment before he uses his hands to lift himself onto the table. Greg pushes himself to his feet and reaches around Alex for the remainder of the pie. He foregoes the fork and the plate, simply picking up the last slice with his bare hand.
Alex’s legs fall open invitingly to make room for Greg to stand between them and that’s when Greg notices the bulge in his trousers. Alex’s eyes flick downwards, following Greg’s gaze and once again he freezes.
There’s a moment where they’re caught in suspension. Alex is hard. Greg has been hard since the moment Alex sat down on his lap. There’s no way in hell either of them is going to get away with pretending this is still a joke.
Greg is the first to tear his eyes away. He reaches out and gently places a finger under Alex’s chin to lift his head. Then he brings the slice of pie to Alex’s lips.
Alex’s mouth opens without protest and he takes a large bite.
‘Good boy,’ Greg whispers and Alex’s eyes flutter closed. Greg places his free hand on Alex’s knee and Alex grabs his elbow. He lets out a soft whimper, then opens his mouth again and lets Greg feed him.
It’s slow. Greg doesn’t rush, letting Alex set the pace. Alex takes his time properly chewing and swallowing everything.
‘There we go.’ Greg can’t keep the astonishment from his voice when he slips the last bite of pie into Alex’s mouth.
Alex makes a keening noise in his throat and before Greg can take his hand away to wipe the crumbs, Alex catches his wrist. He swallows, then his tongue flicks out and he licks the crumbs off Greg’s fingers.
‘Fuck, Alex...’ Greg swears hoarsely when Alex sucks his index finger briefly into his mouth.
Alex grins, but his face quickly contorts in discomfort. ‘Oh…’ He wraps his arms around himself and curls forward. ‘Fuck, I’m really full.’
‘I bet.’ Greg steps a little closer and runs a hand through Alex’s hair, guiding him to rest his forehead against Greg’s chest. He rubs Alex’s thigh soothingly and feels the man relax into the touch. ‘We’re not done though.’
Alex whimpers softly, but his protestations go no further than that. Greg takes it as a sign that he agrees.
‘Let’s get a little bit of pressure off that belly, shall we,’ Greg prompts. ‘Then we shall see if there’s some room left for that ice cream.’
Alex sits up, face redder than Greg has seen it before. His fingers tremble when he lifts his shirt away and reaches for the clasp of his belt. When the leather finally gives way and he can pop open the button of his trousers, he curses softly in relief.
Greg can’t peel his eyes away from the sliver of exposed skin where Alex’s belly pushes obscenely over the edge of his trousers. The zipper isn’t strong enough to withstand the pressure and lowers by itself, slowly revealing the pink fabric of Alex’s underwear. Before he can help himself, Greg has placed a hand on Alex’s belly. His fingers slip under Alex’s shirt, feeling warm skin and soft hairs push against his palm.
‘Fuck, that’s hot.’
‘Please,’ Alex whimpers. His thighs part even further and a hand insistently tugs on Greg’s arm.
‘Just a little more,’ Greg murmurs. ‘Just a little more and then you can get a reward for being such a good boy for me.’
Greg doesn’t know where the words are coming from. He would probably laugh at himself if he wasn’t so far gone already. Right now, he only knows that he loves the heady feeling that comes with speaking them, loves the way Alex moans in response and shifts his hips forward.
The ice cream is no longer deep frozen. The outer layers have melted and Greg can slide his spoon easily through the solid chunk. Alex opens his mouth obediently when Greg feeds it to him, shuddering when the cold sweetness hits his tongue.
‘How’s that?’ Greg asks after Alex has managed to swallow down half of the ice cream.
‘A lot,’ Alex breathes. ‘I feel ready to burst.’
‘You’re doing wonderfully,’ Greg says and despite everything, he still finds himself surprised by how much he means it. ‘A few more spoonfuls.’
‘God…’ Alex shudders again, his expression one of momentary pain. Then he opens his mouth for Greg.
Four more scoops and the spoon is scraping over the plastic bottom of the tub. Greg holds the spoon to Alex’s lips for the final time and Alex stares straight into Greg’s eyes while he sucks the ice cream into his mouth. As soon as he’s finished, Greg tosses the spoon and tub onto the table and gets his hands back on Alex, peeling his shirt up to expose the full roundness of his belly.
‘Look at you,’ he murmurs in awe. ‘Such a full boy. All for me.’
Alex groans, pulling Greg closer with his legs and leaning back on his palms, pushing his belly into Greg’s hands.
‘Please, Greg…’
Greg runs his hands over Alex’s belly, entranced by the feeling, by the small reactions Alex gives. His own erection is painful in the confines of his trousers. He’s pretty certain it won’t take much before he will come. Alex doesn’t seem to be in a much better state, His zipper has come down completely and a damp spot has appeared on his underwear where the head of his dick is straining against the pink cotton.
‘Shit, you’re pretty like this,’ Greg says hoarsely. ‘Did you really enjoy this so much?’
In answer, Alex’s legs tighten around Greg’s hips. The motion has Greg shifting forward, rubbing the front of his trousers against Alex’s crotch. Greg hisses at the sensation and Alex rolls his hips again pointedly. He pushes himself up and his hands fly to Greg’s belt, but Greg pushes them away and shoves his own hand down Alex’s open trousers to palm him through his underwear.
Alex’s head falls back and his hands claw at Greg’s arms. ‘Fuck…’
Greg wastes no more time pulling Alex’s erection out and wrapping his hand around it loosely. It’s a little different from holding his own dick. Alex’s is a little smaller and curves differently, but Greg likes the way it feels in his fist. He likes it even more when he moves his hand and Alex makes another breathy noise, halfway between a choke and a moan. He stares up at Greg, mouth hanging open, eyes wide and out of focus and Greg loves how debauched he looks, loves how he’s the one responsible for Alex’s current state, loves the power he has, holding Alex quite literally in the palm of his hand.
Alex hisses when Greg slides a thumb over the head to spread the precome that has gatered there. His hands fly up, reaching and pulling in frantic motions, and Greg follows his directions, bending down and letting Alex press their lips together.
It’s sticky and the angle is far from optimal, but the softness of Alex’s lips in sharp contrast with the roughness of his beard is electrifying. Too soon, Alex breaks away, panting heavily. He cups the back of Greg’s neck, pressing their foreheads together while Greg slowly jerks him.
‘A bit more,’ Alex instructs breathlessly and Greg increases his pace, going rougher than he was aiming for with no lube nearby, but Alex is making noises of pleasure and his hips are stuttering. He moans: ‘So close. Oh fuck, fuck.’ and then he’s spilling over Greg’s hand, pressing their foreheads even harder together.
Greg slows his pace, stroking Alex through his orgasm, muttering soft praises without consciously thinking about them. Only when Alex shudders and collapses forward against Greg’s chest, hands fisting in Greg’s shirt, does Greg take his hand away. He rubs Alex’s back while Alex buries his head into his chest and tries to regain control over his breathing.
There’s something serene about this moment. The urgency is gone, they’re no longer playing. Greg’s trousers still feel a bit too tight, but he finds he doesn’t mind ignoring it in favor of holding Alex close enough to feel his breathing and heart rate slow down.
‘Hold on,’ he says softly and pushes Alex up for a moment so that he can reach for a napkin. Alex is present enough to hold himself upright and tuck himself back into his underwear while Greg wipes the worst of the mess from his hand and his own shirt. Greg tosses the napkin on the table and then leans back to take a good look at Alex. Now that the bliss of his orgasm is fading, Greg can see the doubt setting in. In an almost shy manner, Alex tugs down his shirt so that his belly is no longer exposed. Something tightens in Greg’s chest.
They should have talked about this.
‘Alex-’
‘What about you?’ Alex nods uncertainly at Greg’s crotch.
‘I’m fine.’
‘But-’
‘Alex.’
Alex swallows thickly. Greg waits until Alex looks at him.
‘Are you alright?’
Alex huffs out a laugh that misses every trace of humor. ‘Not really. I mean-’ He rubs a hand over his bright red face, shaking his head. ‘What did we do?’
Greg watches him for a moment. Seeing the misery that has come over Alex hurts, but Greg can’t deny he feels slightly terrified too.
‘I think,’ he starts slowly, taking a kind and genuine tone. ‘Maybe this has been coming for some time and we’ve just been too stupid to see it.’
‘It was a joke!’
‘Yeah,’ Greg agrees ruefully. ‘It was…’
‘Fuck…’
Cautiously, Greg reaches for Alex’s arm. ‘Come here.’
To his relief, Alex doesn’t flinch away and even allows Greg to pull him off the table. When Greg wraps his arms around him, Alex goes willingly.
Greg sighs deeply. ‘We should talk. About what all this means. But maybe not right now.’ He can feel Alex shake his head. ‘How is your stomach feeling?’
‘Full,’ Alex mumbles. ‘It hurts, but I’ve had worse.’
Greg tightens his arms a little, not knowing what he should say to that. ‘I’m not sure if I should be apologizing.’
‘Please don’t.’
‘Okay.’
They stand in silence, holding on to each other loosely. Something has fundamentally shifted, but to Greg it feels like the world is slowly settling around them.
I have a proposal,’ he says after a long moment. ‘But I don’t want you to agree because you feel like you should.’
Alex makes a soft noise indicating that he is listening.
‘How about we both take a shower first. Then we can watch some TV. I can eh-’ Greg stumbles a little feeling a bit of Alex’s shyness creep into his voice. ‘I can rub your belly. If you'd like that. After all it’s my fault it’s hurting.’
Alex leans back. The tentative smile he sends Greg warms something inside Greg’s chest. ‘I’d like that.’
‘Good.’ He smiles back. ‘Then maybe afterwards we could talk.’
‘Yeah,’ Alex sighs. ‘Okay.’
There’s a moment where neither of them move, caught in each other’s eyes. Then Greg can’t hold himself back and leans in to softly kiss Alex’s lips. When he pulls back, Alex looks as dazed as Greg feels and that’s how Greg knows that whatever happens next, they are going to be absolutely fine.