Don't Criticize me!

⇠My Sweet Addiction⇢

The critic's brain was buzzing as he slowly closed the door behind him. Once the door clicked, the male strode into the living room. Setting the bright pink box on the coffee table, his phone buzzed in his pocket as he scanned the dirty couch for the remote. After the third time, his phone vibrated in his pocket, the older male let out a small growl, pulling the device from his pocket and staring at the name on the screen for a few moments. His agent wanted to speak to him about returning home at the end of the week, bringing up the fact that he had at least a few months of vacation time he hadn't used. Oscar at the time rolled his eyes and huffed at them, claiming he didn't have time for trivial things like vacation. His work was his livelihood. But lately, Oscar couldn't help but want to scream at himself for refusing; the critic had a lot of guilty pleasures in life. Food was one of them, but anyone who looked at the male's figure could figure that out. His newest one was his obsession with a certain skinny baker whose eyes caused his insides to melt. Let alone his food, which caused Oscar to crave more, a small part of him begged the critic to regain control. This wasn't healthy, but a lot of stuff in the male's life wasn't healthy, and the thoughts were often pushed to the back of his mind to be forgotten about. Or to creep back into his thoughts whenever the older male found himself spiraling from the many emotions that flooded his brain. 

But Oscar had more important problems than organizing his feelings; he needed to figure out how he was going to handle Nigel. If the critic did decide to chase after this new obsession, then he'd have to tread carefully. He didn't want to come off as a stalker, even though, as of late, he swore the baker was egging him on to become one. His eyes flicked over toward the pink box, chewing his bottom lip as his stomach growled lowly. The male let out a frustrated noise, bringing his phone to his forehead and squeezing his eyes tightly closed. He had to decide before he chickened out; it happened too many times in his life, and he wanted to end that with Nigel. Swallowing thickly, Oscar tossed his phone to the side of him, pushing himself off the couch and into the bedroom to change into more comfortable clothing. Once finished, he slowly trudged out of the bedroom, glancing down at the gray sweatpants that were gently pinching into his plush hips. The older male's cheeks heated up slightly as he made his way back over toward the couch, scooping up the remote, and then began flicking through channels until he found a documentary he could turn his brain off to. Leaning forward slightly to grab the box from the coffee table, ignoring the fact that his stomach gently brushed against the edge of the table, The male set the box on the small curve of his stomach, flicking the lid open, and then slowly picked up the small slice of strawberry cake. He picked off the rather large berry from the top and quickly tossed it into his mouth, then shortly afterward took a large bite out of the dessert. 

The whipped cream frosting coated his tongue, causing Oscar to lean his head back and moan. It didn't take the male long to finish the first slice, as he lapped up the whipped cream from his fingers, quickly diving back into the box and pulling out a large chocolate brownie. The dark brownie was drizzled with a mixture of chocolate and caramel, with chocolate chips on top. Of course, Nigel would be a chocolate fanatic, knowing the baker only threw in the strawberry cake for variety. Burping into his fist, the older male took a bite of brownie, his stomach growling happily as he quickly scarfed another bite into his mouth. Groaning, the male glanced around, mentally scolding himself for not grabbing himself a drink beforehand and swallowing a large amount of chocolate. Shoving the rest of the treat into his mouth, Oscar set the box to the side, pushing himself up from the couch with a small grunt. Shuffling into the kitchen, he poured himself a large glass of milk and then guzzled half of it. After the critic finished the glass, he set the cup in the sink and then grabbed the carton, quickly walking back to the living room. Once settled, Oscar reached into the box, licking his lips excitedly, his eyes blown wide as he pulled another brownie from the box.