Don't Criticize me!

⇠The Great Pumpkin⇢

~Nigel's P.O.V~

Nigel placed his hands on his hips with pride as he surveyed the living room slowly, a smile spreading across his face. The smaller man placed the little pile of films on the coffee table and nodded. Nigel swiftly took the bowls from the kitchen countertop and placed them next to the DVDs after the baker checked the clock for what seemed like the millionth time. He still had a few hours until Oscar returned from his interview. The younger man went into the bedroom, gathered the covers from the bed, and went back into the living room. After pushing the L-shaped couch onto its side, the blankets were ultimately draped along the couch to create a little fort. Inhaling and exhaling softly, the younger male pulled his phone out of his pocket and ordered pizza for the both of them, even though Nigel knew at some point he would be feeding the older male the food instead. He had a few goals for tonight, one he was going to show the critic an amazing night, and why Halloween was one of his favorite holidays. The second was to see how many shirts he could get through in Oscar's wardrobe until he was forced to buy new ones.

Ten minutes slowly passed before a knock on the door, startling Nigel out of the game he was playing. Quickly pushing himself from the couch, the smaller male rushed toward the door and pulled it open. "You having a Halloween party or something, mister?" The delivery man quizzed, holding the large stack out, followed by two plastic bags.

Another smirk formed on the younger male's face, nodding. "Something like that, thank you," Nigel replied, paying quickly with a hefty tip, and closed the door with his foot. Walking into the living room and setting the boxes down, as well as the drinks. Flicking open the lid, Nigel grabbed plates and cups, rubbing his hands together. "Perfect." He whispered when the sound of jiggling keys caught his attention.

Oscar tossed his keys into the small bowl, slipped off his shoes, and then padded further into the room. Eyes scanning the living room slowly, before he turned toward Nigel with a smirk. "What's this?" He quizzed.

Nigel rubbed the back of his head, his cheeks darkening slightly. "I promised you that I'd show you how we celebrate. Sorry it's too much, but I wanted to go all out this year since it's our first Halloween together." He explained, picking his nails nervously.

The older male took a few steps forward, wrapping his beefy arms around the smaller male. "It looks amazing, babe; I would be more shocked if your idea didn't revolve around food." He commented with a chuckle. "Why don't you start the movie while I go shower?" Oscar suggested lowly, stealing a quick kiss before disappearing into the bedroom. Nigel hurried over to the coffee table and placed four pizza slices on the older man's plate and a couple on his own. After that, the younger male filled their cups with Pepsi, shuffled through the little stack, and took Halloween Town out. Oscar joined him shortly after, his hair still dripping wet, and they nestled up inside the fort after putting the movie into the DVD player. Halfway through the movie, Nigel scooted forward, placing the first empty box onto the floor, and then flipped open the second pizza box, putting a few more slices on Oscar's plate, then handed it back. Oscar paused for a moment, shifting slightly before he started eating once more. Nigel cuddled closer toward the older male, wrapping an arm around the critic's stomach and squeezing his love handles slightly before turning his attention back toward the movie.

It was around when Oscar got halfway through the third box; he leaned his head back against the pillow, pawing at his bloated stomach while the younger male switched movies. The waistband of his sweats was starting to dig into his lower belly while the buttons of his flannel shirt spread apart enough to show the white undershirt the older male was wearing. The critic's brain was buzzing with ecstasy as he stared down at the half-empty box. The older male knew he was getting full; if he was lucky, he'd be able to get through the rest of the pizza before having to call it quits. But the look on his boyfriend's face sent a mixture of emotions through Oscar. The larger male watched Nigel plop back down beside him, leaning his head against the critic's shoulder. The smaller male's hands wandered toward the middle of the other's stomach, gently squeezing and messaging the bloated flesh, earning a soft purr from the older male. The baker smirked slightly, continuing messaging while the older male polished off the rest of the pizza on his plate.