C.E.O Piggy

⇠Honeymoon Fever⇢

"Wait, you want to do what?" Blake asked, waving his hand in front of him.

Christopher let out a small sigh, rolling his eyes. "I said, I want to try a new thing with our stuffing sessions." He repeated.

"Okay, but why?" Blake quizzed, cocking his head to the side.

"It's our honeymoon, you have spoiled me now it's my turn."The younger male stated.

Blake nodded his head, thinking to himself for a few minutes before speaking. "You realize we're not married yet right?" Blake asked.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean we can't have two honeymoons," Christopher said bouncing onto the bed.

The other man nodded and formed an o with his mouth. "Now you want two honeymoons; if I didn't know any better, I'd think you're a gold digger." Blake laughed.

"If I were a gold digger, I'd demand more than you growing fat." Christopher snorted in response. "I'm serious, we only have a few days before we have to return to the city. I want to treat you before we are buried with media and wedding planning." Christopher said, softly tapping my shoulder.

"We could always just stay here," Blake suggested with a shrug.

Christopher's eyes grew for a second before returning to size. "What about the company? Or your parents?" Christopher inquired.

"My parents and I don't get along, and I can always appoint someone to take care of meetings for me, and send whatever paperwork is needed to sign," Blake explained.

"Where would we stay?" Christopher asked.

"I'm sure we can find somewhere, shouldn't be too hard out here." The other responded. "You always said you wanted your own company when you came to my doorstep, why not stay here and start your bakery?" He added.

"So you can eat me out of business, now who's being the gold digger?" Christopher joked.

"I'm serious," Blake said sternly.

"Can I think about it?" Christopher asked meekly.

"Of course, I wouldn't ever do something you weren't comfortable with." The older male said kissing Christopher's hand.

The younger male's cheeks heated up as he quickly looked away. Clearing his throat. "Can you at least hear what I want to do?" He pleaded, changing the topic.

Blake sighed, "What do you want to do?" He quizzed.

"Okay, I found it on a weight gain website. It's called funnel feeding." He stated while taking his laptop from the nightstand.

"A weight gain website?" Blake parroted back.

"Yes, I discovered it a while ago. They offer a lot of fatty recipes and advise couples." He elaborated. "We only need a gainer shake, a funnel, and a tube. They recommend you to bind your lover if they're comfortable." Christopher read from his computer.

Blake remained quiet as he nodded his head, part of him concerned about being tied, with no control and a tube in his mouth like some kind of animal. But the other half was eager to give it a shot; it wouldn't be the first time he let Christopher decide how much he ate; last night was proof of that.

But Blake also knew Christopher wasn't Dakota; he wouldn't compel the older man to do something he didn't want to do; he could say no and the younger man would understand... But he'd also be disappointed... Blake pretended not to notice when the other male frowned at a statement or quivered his lip slightly.

Blake opened his mouth, finding only air came out. He snapped his mouth closed inhaling and closing his eyes shut as his heart pounded in his chest. "Do you know how to make gainer shakes?" He found himself saying.