Don't Criticize me!

⇠Hand-tossed Love⇢

~Nigel's P.O.V~

Nigel checked his watch for the millionth time, mentally groaning as he quickly boxed an order for a customer. It was ten minutes past his normal closing time, and somehow there was a line out the door. On any other day, Nigel would be happy to assist customers, spending extra time to pick out desserts for their perfect day or party. But right now, all Nigel wanted to do was scream and kick everyone out. He had another date with Oscar, which was surprising since he really couldn't remember what happened during the first date. He knew something had happened from how uncomfortable the older male had gotten whenever he brought it up. The baker inhaled and exhaled loudly as he continued ringing up customers, passing the ticket toward his assistant. There were a handful of times he had to run to the back to restock boxes, which made him even more irritated. Nigel glanced at the line, chewing the inside of his cheek as he pulled out his phone.

He quickly scrolled through the nearby restaurants. The baker wanted to get something fancy for the critic, hoping to pique his interest and maybe make him stay for another day or two. But with how the line was moving, it would be faster if he just got something quick, making his stomach twist slightly. After spending a few more minutes scrolling through his phone, Nigel settled on pizza, ignoring the small voice in the back of his mind. Once he was done ordering, he quickly pocketed his phone and focused on the line. He forced a plastic smile as he greeted the next customer and mindlessly nodded his head as they rattled off the different desserts they wanted. It felt like hours before Nigel handed over the last box. He let out a sigh of relief as he quickly untied his apron, tossed the dirty clothing onto the counter, and then rushed toward the front of the building to flip the open sign.

The young man hurried around the bakery, turning off the lights, before grabbing his jacket from the coat rack next to the door and quickly leaving the building. He checked his phone one last time and groaned—there were no messages or texts from Oscar, which made Nigel feel uneasy. As he weaved through the crowded sidewalk, his heart pounded heavily against his chest. After five long minutes, Nigel rushed into the pizza parlor, impatiently tapping his foot as he waited for the cashier to finish his order. Another three minutes passed before the cashier called his name, holding out three large boxes and two smaller boxes with drinks. Nigel quickly paid, nodded toward the other man, and dashed out of the parlor toward Oscar's hotel room. The younger male panted heavily, hand on knee, as he gulped down air, sweat dripping down either side of his face. After regaining his breathing, the male gently knocked on the door, taking a few steps back.

Shortly afterward, the hotel door slowly creaked open, and Nigel had to bite back a gasp as he stared at the chubby male in front of him. His eyes flicked down at the loose-fitted T-shirt, noticing the faint trace of the small paunch pushing against the waistband of his sweatpants. The older male slowly stepped aside, letting the other male in. Nigel disappeared into the living room, setting the boxes on the small coffee table. The critic slowly followed behind him silently: "Isn't that a lot for just the two of us?" He asked nervously.

Nigel pulled off his jacket, tossed it onto the chair across from them, and smirked, lowering himself onto the couch, and then finally flicked open one of the pizza boxes. "You asked me to feed you, so I am. I have to make sure you have enough to eat as well as leftovers whenever you want a snack," he replied with a smile. Oscar didn't say anything; he simply fiddled with his fingers for a few minutes. Before sighing and sitting down next to the smaller male. His eyes slowly scanned the line of boxes, watching the baker quickly push himself off the couch and disappear into the kitchen. Reappearing a few seconds later with plates and cups, she then sat back down next to Oscar.

"I don't know if I can eat all of this Nigel." The older male said:

Nigel placed a large slice of pizza on a plate and set it on the older man's lap before taking his slice. "That's okay; we can consider this a trial and make adjustments to your portions," he said, taking a bite of his pizza.