PIZZA
The buzzer went off at the loft.
“It’s here!” Justin shouted leaping up from the couch.
“Keep your pants on, Sunshine,” Brian said as he came down the steps from the bedroom. He pushed the release for the front door of the apartment building. “Top floor,” he said into the intercom. He picked up his wallet from the counter.
Justin was literally bouncing on his toes while they waited. “I’m starving,” Justin said. “Did I tell you that I’m starving?”
“I get it,” Brian said, “you’re starving.”
“Yeah, I missed lunch and I painted all afternoon and I’m starving.”
“I heard you the first time,” Brian snapped. “And I told you there was food in the fridge.”
“I don’t consider peanut butter and apples food.”
“Thousands, make that millions, of people around the world would be happy to have that food.”
“I have my mouth all set for pizza, and I’m starving.”
Brian heaved a sigh as he pulled the loft door back, having heard the elevator stop.
“Fifty bucks,” the delivery man informed Brian as he handed the pizza boxes to Justin.
“How much the fuck pizza did you order?” Brian demanded. He handed the delivery guy three twenties.
“Two for me and one for you.”
“I don’t want to eat a whole fucking pizza!” Brian declared as he shut the loft door.
“I know, but I’ll finish it if you don’t want it all.”
“I can guarantee that I don’t want it all.”
“Okay, okay, come get what you do want.”
“Did you order salad for me like I requested?”
“Yes, sire,” Justin said shoving a plastic clamshell container across the counter towards Brian.
Brian raised an eyebrow before opening his salad. “Shall I save some for you?”
“Don’t bother. I’m going to enjoy the pizza.”
Brian looked at Justin’s plate which was piled high with at least six or seven slices from the various pizzas. “You’re going to explode.”
“I’ll take my chances,” Justin replied as he grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed for the sofa.
“Don’t drop any of that shit on the couch.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Justin mumbled his mouth already full of pizza.
Brian shook his head as he took a small piece of pizza and grabbed a beer for himself. He walked over to sit with Justin who had already eaten over half of what he had on his plate. “You’re going to have such fucking indigestion,” he warned.
“Mmmm, it’s so good. Who cares?” Justin’s mouth was constantly full, so there was not much room for conversation.
When his plate was empty, Justin got up to fill it again. “This is so good. Did I tell you I was starving?”
Brian merely rolled his eyes as he picked at his salad and finally took a bite of pizza. It was very good, he had to admit. He had told Justin to order it from the place where Michael always got the pizza if there was some kind of crisis. Then they would both pig out, but neither of them could hold a candle to Justin in the pig-out department.
Justin returned with another heaping plate of pizza. “Thanks for agreeing to order pizza,” Justin said. “I know it’s not your favorite thing.”
“Actually it is my favorite thing, but I have a modicum of self restraint, unlike someone I’m acquainted with.”
Justin made a face at his smug lover. “You need to relax and learn how to enjoy yourself,” Justin counseled him.
“Thanks for the advice, but I’ll treat it just like you did with my advice to take it easy with the pizza.”
Justin shook his head and continued shoveling in his food. That continued through another plate of pizza, before Justin started to slow down a bit.
“Getting full?” Brian asked. He sat back on the sofa taking a sip of his beer. He had finished most of his salad and his one piece of pizza.
Justin nodded. “It was so good. I was starving.”
“I know … you were starving,” Brian repeated with a snort.
“Well, I was.” Justin got up and went to the counter where the almost empty boxes littered the marble. “There’s three pieces left,” Justin said. “Two of yours and one of mine. Want another piece?”
“No thanks, it’s all yours.”
Justin let out a loud belch. “Ahhh,” he said, “I think that gives me more room to finish this off.” He placed the remaining pieces of pizza on his plate. “Want another beer?” he asked.
“No thanks.”
“I don’t think I’ll have one either. I am getting full.”
“No shit! You know you could save the rest of the pizza for lunch tomorrow.”
“I know, but it’s better now.”
“Whatever you say, Sunshine.” Brian watched as Justin sat down on the sofa and polished off the remaining pieces of pizza.
When Justin was finished he let out a loud groan followed by another huge belch.
“Charming,” Brian said.
“I’m really full,” Justin said rubbing his bulging belly.
“As opposed to starving.”
“Exactly.”
Brian watched as Justin lifted his T-shirt and studied his protruding belly. Then Brian snorted.
“What?” Justin asked looking up at Brian.
“Nothing.”
“It was something. Come on. Tell me,” Justin ordered.
“Okay, but remember that you asked.”
“Maybe I don’t want to know,” Justin said uncertainly.
“You asked,” Brian chuckled. “I was thinking that you now have a belly to match your bubble butt.”
“Fuck!” Justin replied before he let out a loud belch. He wrapped his arms around his gut. “I think I need to lie down.”
“That might be a good idea. Your gluttony is going to cost you.”
“I’m not a glutton,” Justin protested.
“I don’t know what else you would call it,” Brian said cynically as he started gathering up their plates. “Go lie down and try not to heave all over the bed.”
Justin groaned again, but he thought Brian might actually be right. He felt like he could barf at any minute. He slowly climbed the steps and collapsed on the bed.
Brian finished cleaning up in the kitchen and straightened up the rest of the loft before going up the stairs to see how Justin was doing. Justin lay sprawled on the bed with his clothes still on.
“Brian, have you got some antacid or TUMS or … something?” he asked in his little boy voice.
“You know what TUMS is backwards?”
“I’d kill you if I thought I could sit up,” Justin threatened.
Brian snorted. “I’m quaking in my boots.”
“Could you get me something, please? My stomach hurts.”
“Let me see what’s in the old medicine cabinet,” Brian said. He went into the bathroom. “I have some Vicodin.”
“Shit! That’ll kill me.”
“Right, allergies. How about some pot?”
“I’ve got a stomach ache. I don’t want to get high.”
“If you were high maybe your stomach wouldn’t hurt so much.”
“I will kill you,” Justin grumbled.
“I’d have to bring you the knife or the gun since you can’t get up,” Brian commented.
“Asshole!”
“Okay, here’s some TUMS. I think Mikey must have left them here a couple of years ago.”
“That’s better than nothing,” Justin said.
Brian stepped out of the bathroom and tossed the bottle at Justin. Justin let it hit him in the chest not having the strength to raise his arm.
“Thanks,” Justin said opening the bottle and downing several of the colorful pills.
“Better?” Brian asked after a couple of minutes.
“Yeah, a little.” Justin smiled. “You were going to fuck me into next week,” he added giving Brian a suggestive leer.
“I guess you are feeling better. But there’s not going to be any sex until you no longer look like you’re six months pregnant.”
“Huh?”
“You heard me. There are consequences to everything we do, Sunshine. And the aftermath of gluttony for you is no sex until you get your figure back. I’m going to Babylon.”
“What? Briaaaan!”
“See you later.”
Brian heard a loud groan from the bedroom as he pulled the loft door closed behind him. Justin didn’t have to know that he was actually going to a movie with Michael. Let his plump little partner suffer alone for now. Justin would pay later when Brian actually did fuck him into next week.
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