Don't Criticize me!

⇠Biscuits and Tea⇢

~Oscar's P.O.V~

The next morning was quiet. Nigel cooked breakfast while Oscar got ready for the day. After packing his notebook and laptop into his bag and setting them by the door, the younger man slowly sat down at the table, setting their plates down. "Can I come with you?" the baker asked after a few minutes of silence as they ate. The baker slowly turned his head to face the other male, setting his plate down and fidgeting with his fingers for a moment.

Oscar arched an eyebrow, swallowing the food in his mouth. "Where?" He quizzed.

The nervousness disappeared from the smaller male. "To work! I want to see you in action!" He exclaimed.

The older man returned his attention to his meal, shoveling the remaining food into his mouth. Nigel smirked as he passed his half-eaten plate, and the critic, after exchanging a curious glance, shrugged and started eating. "It's nothing special. All I do is eat whatever is popular on the menu and then write about it." He replied.

Nigel leaned back in his seat, folding his arms over his chest, pouting slightly. "Please, Osc, if we're going to make this work, I want to know more about what you do and why it's so important to you." He whined.

The critic snorted, rolling his eyes slightly. "Does that mean I get to see you in action?" He taunted playfully with a small smirk.

The younger male blushed slightly, eyes shifting down to his hands, while he bit his bottom lip. "M-Maybe. I guess it all depends if this works out or not." He replied.

The older male chuckled lowly, "Fine, I'll wash the dishes while you get ready." He said, picking up the plates and disappearing into the kitchen.

Nigel quickly got up and rushed to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. By the time Oscar finished doing the dishes, the baker came out of the bedroom and walked towards the front door. The cool air outside helped ease the tension in Nigel's shoulders as they strolled down the cobblestone sidewalk. Nigel blushed as he glanced down at Oscar's hand and fought the urge to hold it. The older male paused at a small bakery; the window was decorated with different flowers and pastries, and the name was painted in calligraphy in the middle. As they entered the small shop, both men were greeted by the aroma of coffee and various pastries.

Nigel went to find them a booth in the back, while Oscar walked towards the cash register. After ordering coffee and a Victorian sponge cake, the older man slid into the booth across from the younger man. The smaller male leaned against his arms, watching the other male for a moment. The critic furrowed his brows in confusion, swallowing the large bite of cake, before taking a long drink from his sugary drink. "You sure you don't want anything?" He asked. Nigel stared at the older man for a long moment before slipping out of the booth. He leaned forward, slipped a hand into the chubbier man's pocket, and then plucked his credit card out. Smirking, he spun on his heels and walked toward the cash register. "Brat," Oscar muttered with a smirk.

The younger man returned to the table a few minutes later, carrying a tray with various pastries and drinks. Nigel watched as the older man finished his coffee and took a seat. The baker took a few sips from his tea, had a bite of his brownie, and exclaimed, "You have to try this, Oscar! It's so delicious." Leaning forward and shoved the brownie into the other's mouth. The older male glared at the other for a second, rolling his eyes, and then finished the smushed dessert in his mouth. The baker watched the chubbier male chew for a few minutes, a large smirk on his face as Oscar bit back a moan, forming a small fist on his lap. The mixture of chocolate and spice overwhelmed his mouth, while the fudge in the middle melted on his tongue, causing his body to tingle warmly. "Good right!?" He quizzed.

Oscar inhaled and exhaled softly, finishing the food quickly. "Yeah, it's pretty good." He nodded. Before long, two desserts had become three, and then three became five. Oscar reclined back a little and moved his hands down to his swollen belly. Nigel snaked his hands under the table and started to rub the sphere that rested on the older man's lap. The other male burped into his fist as thin fingers pressed into sensitive flesh. Oscar leaned his head back and sobbed softly, "N-Nigel, we're in public." His eyes darted across the busy shop as he whispered.

The smaller man laughed, his eyes flashing with mixed feelings. Oscar blushed as the younger male's fingers pressed a little bit harder into his velvety skin, causing him to whimper and squeeze his eyes closed. Nigel comforted her quietly, "Nobody is paying attention to us, love. You're alright." The baker moved his eyes to the other man's moobs as he slid out of the booth and into the space next to him. "God, you look beautiful like this Oscar; soon we're going to have to get you new clothes just to hide how big you're getting." Squeezing his breasts gently, he muttered.

Oscar's breathing hitched as he panted softly, whining as the smaller male messaged his body. Cheek flustered pink while the older male bit his bottom lip. Nigel leaned forward, his hot breath brushing against his neck, while his cool hands traveled further down his belly. "How about we get out of here and try out some other places for lunch?' He suggested playfully, finger-tracing the tight metal button that dug into Oscar's lower belly. The older male felt his member twitch harshly as he whimpered lowly and nodded his head feverishly. Nigel was the first to slide out of the booth; shortly after, Oscar followed close behind, leaving a large tip on the table, and rushed after the smaller male out of the small shop.