Don't Criticize me!

⇠Date Night⇢

~Oscar's P.O.V~

The next morning passed by a little faster for the critic. The older man woke up first again. He smirked at the sleeping figure next to him and quickly gave a small kiss on the forehead before heading to the bathroom. After his shower, the heavier man started making breakfast. Nigel set a plate aside for Oscar and then slipped into the small office, placing his breakfast beside him while booting up his computer. After a couple of hours, the older man was halfway done with his article when a pair of slender arms wrapped around his husky shoulders. "Good morning," Nigel whispered in the other man's ear, giving him a peck on the cheek.

Oscar leaned his head back against the smaller male's chest, smirking. "Morning, I made you breakfast. It should be on the counter; how did you sleep?" The older male questioned.

The older male sat back up, turning his attention back down toward his laptop. Nigel smirked, resting his chin on the crown of the other male's head. "Good...Until you left me." He replied.

The critic rolled his eyes, rubbing his hand against the smaller male's arm. "Well, I wanted to try and get some work done before I took you out on our date, but you decided to wake up earlier than I thought." He responded.

Nigel perked up slightly, eyes round with excitement as a soft squeal escaped his mouth. "Where are we going?" He quizzed while gently shaking Oscar's arm with excitement.

Oscar snorted, dripping an arm over the back of his chair. "I'm not going to tell you that, ya doof, that'll ruin the surprise." He said.

The smaller male folded his arms over his chest, pouting. "Why not? Does it revolve around me stuffing you again in public, because I loved watching you squirm?" Nigel quizzed, seductively gently tracing a finger along the curve of Oscar's stomach.

The older man swallowed hard and gently swatted Nigel's hand away. "No, it does not. I'll be treating you tonight. Now go get dressed and let me finish this article," Oscar said, waiting for Nigel to whine softly before disappearing into the bedroom once again to release the breath he'd been holding. Leaning back in his chair, Oscar ran a hand through his hair shaking the thoughts that were starting to creep into his head to the back of his head. It should have been easy to finish his work, but somehow the younger male had wormed himself into Oscar's head, and now all he could think about was the smaller male's hands pressed against his overly stuffed belly, whispering in his ear while his hands messaged him. Heat coiled in the critic's body while he chewed the inside of his cheek until copper engulfed the inside of his mouth. Swallowing thickly, Oscar found himself able to type a couple more sentences before the heat in his lower belly became too much. Snapping the laptop closed and pushed himself out of the chair, making his way toward the bedroom.

Gently knocking on the door before pushing it open slowly, Oscar watched Nigel for a moment. The younger man was wearing ripped black jeans that hugged his thighs just the right way, along with a band T-shirt that the critic had never heard of. Oscar made a mental note to ask the baker about it later. Nigel also had a black and red flannel tied around his waist, and he had his back turned to Oscar, focused on the mirror in front of him as he placed his black earrings in. Smirking, Oscar pushed himself off the doorframe, cautiously walking up behind Nigel and wrapping his arm around his waist. "You look hot," he whispered, peppering Nigel's neck with kisses. The baker blushed, nuzzling his head into the critic's neck, and purred softly. Grabbing his wallet from the nightstand, Oscar followed the smaller male toward the door, grabbing their keycard from the bowl next to the door, and locking the door behind them as they exited the apartment. Oscar glanced down at Nigel's hand, taking it into his, and then kissed the smaller male's knuckles before starting to walk down the sidewalk.

They walked for ten minutes before Oscar led them to a small diner, opening the door for Nigel. The waiter showed them to their booth and then set down menus, followed by small glasses of water. Sipping his drink, the baker waited for the woman to leave before leaning against his table. "What brought this on?" he asked.