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Paul didn't let himself get his hopes up. Jacob was indecisive and changed his mind at the worst of times, he knew that. Just the idea of Jacob gaining twenty more pounds was enough to distract him, though. He was driving out to meet one of Joe's people but all he could think about was what Jacob what up to, what he was wearing, if it was getting too tight ... He pulled into a gas station, pulling on dark glasses and a cap. He didn't need fuel, but he had twenty minutes to kill before the meeting and an awkwardly timed erection to get rid of. He walked inside, picking up a bottle of soda and some candy. He just needed a walk and something to get his mind off of how willing Jacob had been the night before.
He saw a display of cinnamon buns and realised that, really, a store selling baked goods wasn't the best place to distract himself. He picked up a pack of six, paid for everything and walked back to the car.
Once inside, Paul opened the box of cinnamon buns. They were large and glazed and smelled amazing. He took a bite of one, savouring the freshly baked taste. He closed the box, stowing the rest of them in the glove compartment before taking another bite. It was rich; he certainly wouldn't have been able to eat more than one, but he wondered if Jacob would be able to. When he finished it, he put the candy in the glove compartment too; he hadn't expected the cinnamon bun to fill him up quite so much. It had been doughier than expected. He took a deep breath and tried not to think about Jacob.
Paul got to the parking lot three minutes early but the black sedan was already parked where they'd arranged. He checked himself in the mirror, making sure his face wasn't covered in frosting before getting out of the car. He walked around to the passenger seat of the sedan and got in. He didn't recognise the sandy hair and chiseled jawline of the man inside.
“Paul, right?” the man asked.
Paul nodded, and he wasn't offered a name in return.
“Why couldn't we just talk over the phone?” Paul asked.
“We need to move you, maybe next week,” the man told him. “Too sensitive to be spoken of over the phone. You have Joe's kid.”
“Right,” Paul agreed. “Why are you moving us?”
He knew better than to ask for the location. He probably wasn't going to be told much.
“Just to be safe,” the man said. “The FBI is looking for you and they've had more than enough time to make decent progress. We're going to need you all to be packed a week from now. We'll send a car.”
“Okay,” Paul said.
“We won’t be going far,” the man told him. “There'll be others where we take you, it won’t have to be just the four of you any more.”
The man gave Paul a new burner phone for emergencies. His number was the only one programmed in. There was still no name, just a full stop as a placeholder. Paul thanked him and left the car. He watched the sedan pull out of the parking lot before starting his own engine and driving in the opposite direction.
Paul walked back into the house and the first thing he heard was shouting. It threw him for a second because he couldn't remember ever hearing Jacob disagreeing with Emma, much less shouting at her.
“I haven't left the house in ages, Emma! I'm going!” Paul heard as he walked through to the kitchen.
“Yes, because junk food is just what Joey needs,” Emma said scathingly.
She glared at Paul when she saw him in the doorway before turning and leaving.
“What was that about?” Paul asked, frowning.
“Nothing,” Jacob said. “I just volunteered to go get the groceries and Emma told me I obviously didn't know anything about nutrition. You know, the usual.”
Jacob rolled his eyes but he didn't look fazed. Paul was surprised that Jacob hadn't taken it badly, but he was glad. It was good to see him taking control of his own life again.
“I'm still going,” Jacob said. “Tomorrow. You want to come and help?”
Paul smirked, thinking about saying yes and going along with Jacob to buy everything that Emma wouldn't approve of. He shook his head.
“It's too risky and I think both of us leaving together might push Emma over the edge,” he said.
“Exactly,” Jacob said with a grin.
“No ... you go, just be careful,” Paul said. “Take a disguise.”
Paul spent the rest of the afternoon in the yard, mowing the grass for something to do. It felt normal, more like what his life had been like before they'd taken Joey, and he relished the feeling of grass and sweat on his skin. He put the lawnmower away in the small shed towards the back of the yard before walking back into the house. He needed a shower, so he went upstairs to his room and pulled his shirt off.
His bed, the one that he'd taken when they'd first moved into the farmhouse, hadn't been slept in for a week. It still felt strange sleeping with Jacob and Emma at night, like he was a guest in their room. It had felt worse since he and Jacob had been getting closer, because it wasn't just a means to an end. He should be sleeping in his own room with Jacob right next to him.
He stepped out of his jeans and grabbed a towel. He froze in the doorway to the bathroom. Jacob was sitting on the edge of the bathtub and grinning up at him. He was wearing a white t-shirt that stretched tightly over his stomach and a pair of Paul's tightest jeans.
“Hi,” he said. “I was hoping you'd be up soon.”
His eyes trailed down Paul's body before he straightened his back, leaning back as much as he could on the narrow edge of the tub. The shirt rode up just a little, showing the barest stretch of skin, and Paul had the feeling he'd chosen his clothing with intent.
“Were you waiting for me?” Paul asked.
Jacob nodded, standing up and tugging the shirt back down over his abdomen. Paul could see a faint dip where the fabric clung to the curve of his navel.
“I thought we could do something fun,” Jacob said.
“What did you have in mind?” Paul asked.
Jacob glanced down to the corner of the bathroom, where the scales were balanced against the wall. Paul hadn't expect that. He'd seen the way that Jacob had looked after Emma had made him weigh himself before. His surprise must have shown on his face.
“It makes sense, doesn't it?” Jacob asked. “If I'm going to put a few pounds on, I need to have a way of telling, don't I?”
Jacob grinned and moved the scales to the middle of the room. Paul turned to close the door. They didn't need Emma's input.
“It's a shame I don't know how much I weighed when I got here,” Jacob said. “I guess I could ask Emma under the pretence of losing all of this. I'm sure she'd remember.”
Paul looked down at his feet.
“I remember,” he said.
“You do?” Jacob said. “Great.”
He took his jeans off and stepped onto the scale. Paul watched the red display flash three times before landing on a round 210 lbs.
“So, what's the verdict?” Jacob asked.
He looked down at the reading and back up at Paul.
“Uh ...” Paul said. “That's ... you're up twenty nine pounds since Emma first weighed you.”
It didn't seem like a lot but if that little had such an effect on his body, Paul could only imagine what another twenty pounds would do to his frame. He only seemed to really put weight on in certain areas: his ass, his thighs and, most importantly, his stomach. It made him look like he'd put on more than he actually had.
“Really?” Jacob asked. “So another twenty ... that would be quite a lot, then.”
“If you're rethinking it,” Paul said, “you can back out, it's up to you.”
Jacob shook his head and stepped off of the scales.
“No, no, that's not it. I was just wondering if it would even show,” he said. “I think it will, though. If not, I'll just have to keep going, wont I?”
He stepped closer to Paul, running his hands down to the waistband of his underwear. Paul was slightly thrown by how forward Jacob was being, but he supposed it was something he should get used to. It was something he was really looking forward to. Jacob kissed him and reached into the shower to turn it on. The water splashed against the rumpled shower curtain. Jacob pulled back and tugged at his t-shirt, struggling to pull the tight fabric off himself. Paul stood and watched as he tugged at the button of his jeans, sucking in his stomach so he could get them off.
Paul followed him into the shower, unable to stop himself from reaching out to squeeze Jacob's ass. He ran his thumb up, circling it over the tiny dimples that had formed at the bottom of his back as he rounded out.
Jacob spun around and laughed, pulling Paul closer to him, under the water.
“I can't stay,” Jacob told him.
“Huh?” Paul asked.
“I need to get going soon, I don't want to leave it too late.”
“Stay a while,” Paul said.
Jacob nodded and pressed himself against Paul, squeezing them both up against the wall. Paul ran his hands down Jacob's sides, squeezing at his hips. Jacob smirked when Paul let out a shuddering breath, his hands dropping down to the beginnings of his thighs.
Jacob moved back a step before dropping down to his knees in front of Paul. He did it so suddenly that Paul almost protested - he’d been about to do the same thing - but then Jacob's lips were around the head of his cock and all rational thought went out the window.
Jacob looked up at him, blinking when the water hit him in the face as sucked Paul into his mouth. His lips looked full around his cock and Paul's breath hitched when he saw Jacob's tongue peek out around his shaft.
He wasn't going to last long and Jacob's grin told him that he was aware of the effect he was having. He sped up, making Paul feel like his knees were about to give out. Paul braced himself against the cold tiles, trying to get some kind of grip, as Jacob was relentless. His tongue swirled maddeningly and his hands pulled at Paul's hips, making him thrust forwards.
Paul felt his toes curl, his fingers curling in Jacob's wet hair as he felt his orgasm building. He tried to warn Jacob but he couldn't get any words out. It hit him hard; Paul was surprised when he didn't slip. Jacob didn't even flinch, he just swallowed, moaning around Paul's cock, mouth curved into the best smirk he could manage at that moment.
He wiped his mouth and stood up, grinning from ear to ear as Paul struggled to clear his head.
“I should head out,” Jacob said.
“Now?” Paul asked groggily.
“If I don't do it now,” Jacob said, “Emma won’t let me go.”
Paul sighed, but he was excited to see what Jacob would come back with, so he had to let him go. Jacob dried himself with Paul's towel, barely managing to get his clothes back on over his damp skin. Paul watched him go before sinking down to sit under the shower. His legs felt like jelly. The water hammered on his skin and it felt far away. He was going to get up and turn it off eventually. He'd do it when he found the energy.
It was strange being alone in the house with Emma and Joey. Paul tried to keep himself busy but he couldn't help being a little nervous. Jacob hadn't been out of the house in a long time and the FBI's search had become more intense. Every second that he was gone made Paul think of the worst that could have happened.
Jacob wasn't actually gone long at all. Paul heard the front door open and close so he walked downstairs to see if he needed help putting the food away. Emma's eyebrows rose when Jacob started unpacking the bags. He had bought fresh fruit and vegetables, and Paul couldn't see any junk food in sight.
“I'm impressed,” Emma said, although she sounded nothing like it.
Paul couldn't help being a little disappointed; maybe it was Jacob's way of telling him he'd changed his mind after all.
“We didn't need much,” Jacob said. “I thought it was time we had some healthy food around here for a change.”
Emma lingered, watching Jacob unload the rest of the food and supplies. Paul helped to put it away, all too aware of the tension in the room. Eventually, Joey called Emma away and Jacob stopped cramming vegetables into the fridge. He stood up straight, visibly listening to Emma's retreating footsteps. He turned to Paul and grinned before walking quietly to the door that lead from the kitchen to the back yard. He opened it slowly, wincing when it creaked. Paul grinned when he saw the grocery bag sitting on the grass.
“You didn't think that was all I'd bought, did you?” he asked.
Paul shrugged, because what else could he have thought? Jacob brought the bag inside and set it on the kitchen counter before closing the door. He hid the ice cream (Chubby Hubby, Chunky Monkey, and Phish Food, Paul was amused to see) at the back of the freezer.
“I bought some more pasta,” Jacob said. “You know, in case you felt like cooking for me again. You've got fresh ingredients to work with now, too.”
Paul smiled, because he'd seen the fresh herbs and his mind had gone to exactly the same place. He looked at the rest of the contents of the bag. Jacob had bought cookie dough, two tubs of icing, a few packs of cookies and, probably just to break up the sweetness, two bags of chips.
“What are you going to do with the rest?” Paul asked. “I don't think you should just leave it all outside.”
“Don't worry, I've got a good hiding place. Go distract Emma for me.”
Paul could do that. He thought of all of the things he'd had to hide from people before and all of the times he'd been secretive. It had never been for something so innocuous, but helping Jacob felt just as important as anything else. He found Emma in the yard, showing Joey how to use a magnifying glass to start a fire.
“Should you really be showing him that?” he asked.
“Are you getting protective all of a sudden?” she countered.
“No,” he said. “I just thought that we shouldn't have to worry about him burning the house down.”
From behind her, he saw Jacob walk quickly up the stairs with the bag full of food and he fought not to lick his lips.
“What do you want, Paul?” she asked.
“I was just thinking about dinner tonight, and Jacob bought so much fresh food that I thought I could cook us something good,” he said. “How about pasta?”
He addressed the question to both of them and Joey smiled up at Paul, nodding. Emma just looked at him like he was boring her. He probably was.
“Sure, why not?”
Paul got to work, looking at his ingredients and thinking of the possibilities. He had oregano and basil; Jacob knew what he liked to cook with. There were fresh tomatoes, spinach, peppers, and even his favourite brand of olive oil. He pulled out everything he needed and set it all on the table.
He looked back in the fridge and spotted the chicken breasts. He grabbed them, too, slicing them into strips before slicing some peppers and onions, mixing them in and putting them in the oven.
Whilst that was cooking, Paul started on the sauce. He used the rest of the peppers, along with a few onions and the tomatoes. Jacob appeared as he started to roughly chop the fresh herbs on a board and added them to the pot.
“Whatever that is, it smells great,” he said, walking over to the stove.
“I'm making pasta,” Paul said. “Properly this time.”
It was really nice just to be able to use something other than jarred sauces for once. It made Paul feel like they were edging towards normality, even though he knew that they were so far from that in so many ways. He stirred the sauce, moving the blender to the sink to soak.
“I haven't seen you cook like this in ages,” Jacob said.
He sat down and Paul remembered the Sundays they'd spent together. Jacob always used to sit on one of the kitchen counters and watch him cook. It had been annoying because their kitchen space had been too small already, but Paul hadn't said anything because he'd loved the company.
“It's good,” Paul said. “Thank you for getting all of this.”
Paul put a lid on the pot, letting it simmer for a few minutes whilst he cleaned up a little and checked on the chicken. It was done, the juices from the meat and vegetables mixing together. He added it all to the sauce, stirring it in gently before filling another pot with water and putting it over the heat. He added a little salt to the water and waited for it to start bubbling before adding in the pasta. He used six handfuls, knowing that there would be plenty left over, in case they needed it.
At some point between Paul stirring the pasta and adding seasoning to the sauce, Jacob began to set the table.
“Make sure you give me enough pasta, okay?” he asked. “I'm starving.”
Paul wasn't sure if that was true or not, because if he knew Jacob, he was sure he would have bought something extra to eat on the way home with the groceries, but he nodded. Jacob kissed him on the cheek before running outside to tell Emma that dinner was almost ready.
The initiation of contact made Paul freeze until he heard the pasta beginning to boil over. He turned down the heat and tried to think of another time that Jacob had done that. It was rare, especially with him. He'd always found Jacob's sexuality to be sort of reliant on whoever showed him the most affection, so he rarely initiated anything, but didn't resist when Paul started something with him.
Paul drained the pasta and began serving it into bowls. He gave himself and Emma one serving spoonful each, half for Joey and then he lingered over Jacob's bowl. He didn't want to push him and he really didn't want Emma to notice anything. He put two spoons of pasta into Jacob's bowl, moving it around so it didn't look quite as much. Next he ladled on the sauce, putting a little more on his and Emma's to make the size difference less obvious. He put less chicken on Jacob's too, telling himself it was to make their bowls look the same size and not because he knew that protein filled people up faster.
It wasn't like the meal was really going to fill Jacob up, not with how much Paul knew he could eat, but it was a large portion. He didn't want it to be too obvious when he was still eating after everyone was finished.
That turned out to not be a problem. Jacob ate with fervour once they were all seated, only stopping to repeatedly tell Paul how good it was. Paul couldn't look at him, not with Emma and Joey with them. He was sure Jacob was trying to make him blush and it was working. Even when he kept his eyes on his own bowl, he could hear small noises of pleasure every now and then and he was quite surprised that Emma hadn't spoken up yet.
When Paul did look up, he saw a look of mixed disbelief and fury on her face as she watched Jacob eat. His bowl was half gone and she'd barely touched hers. Paul made eye contact with Jacob and they shared a small smile before going back to their food.
As soon as Joey finished his food, Emma used that as an excuse to leave the table with him. Jacob's face lit up, such a contrast to how he had reacted to Emma's anger just a few short weeks before. Paul couldn't help smiling at how comfortable he seemed with himself as he finished the food in his bowl.
Paul stood up and cleared the bowls from the table and left them in the sink to soak. He turned around to see Jacob leaning back against his chair, a look of blissful serenity on his face as he stretched and yawned.
“That was good,” he said. “Really good. I should get you fresh ingredients more often.”
Paul smirked and transferred the pasta he hadn't used into a bowl and poured the leftover sauce on top of it. He mixed them together before covering the bowl and putting it into the fridge. There was enough there for another portion, maybe two small ones. He was sure he'd find a use for them.
Jacob got up and helped him clean up the rest of the kitchen, wiping the sides and placing everything dirty into the sink.
“I take it I gave you enough, then,” Paul said.
“Yeah,” Jacob replied. “I mean I can still walk, but yeah, I'm full enough.”
He grinned and Paul took a slow, shaky breath. Emma and Joey were just in the other room.
Jacob decided that they were all going to watch a movie. It had been a long time since Paul had even really watched television, besides the news. He wasn't sure about Joey; they didn't really have anything suitable for children to watch. Jacob had picked up a DVD of Finding Nemo at the store. It had been a favourite of his pupils’ when he'd still been teaching. That was what he'd said, anyway, but Paul knew he loved it, too.
Even Emma stopped scowling by the time they were ten minutes in, and Paul enjoyed the way Jacob relaxed against him. All in all, it was a good night. Joey fell asleep in front of the television and Emma took him up to bed. Paul did the washing up whilst Jacob took a shower and Emma took the time to start packing some of their things.
“So ... did you leave the cinnamon buns in the car on purpose?” Jacob asked from behind him.
Paul had completely forgotten about them.
“No,” he said. “I forgot. Are there any left?”
Jacob shook his head. Paul thought about him driving home from the store, eating one after the other, until all five were gone, and still coming home and eating a huge portion of pasta. Paul was impressed.
“I'm amazed you still managed to eat all of your dinner,” he said.
Jacob grinned at him and shrugged.
“I've gotten used to it,” he said.
They watched a few reruns of Law and Order before their tiredness eventually caught up on them. Paul had been hoping that Emma would have gone to bed but she'd been up and down the stairs too many times for them to get away with anything.
“Come on, let's go to bed,” Jacob said when the episode they'd been watching came to a close.
Paul didn't protest. They went upstairs, to find Emma already in bed but still awake. Paul braced himself, but she didn't say anything. She didn't even acknowledge Jacob when he crawled into bed next to her.
Paul didn't know what to make of it, so he didn't comment. He had learned early never to underestimate Emma, so he didn't want to jump to conclusions. It looked like she'd finally given up and lost interest in Jacob, but he couldn't be sure.
Jacob tossed and turned beside him. Paul didn't know how Emma could just fall asleep with him moving around like that. Paul liked the intimacy of sleeping in the same bed as Jacob, but he found the sleeping part actually difficult, unless he was so tired he passed out.
Eventually, Jacob rose up on his elbows and grinned in the darkness.
“I can't sleep,” he said.
“No shit,” Paul said.
Jacob laughed, and Emma stirred but she didn't wake up.
“I think I need ice cream,” Jacob said.
Paul paused. He didn't want to encourage him too much, didn't want him to think it was all he cared about, but he was so enthusiastic about that idea that it was hard not to just jump out of bed.
He let Jacob get up first and followed him down to the kitchen. The moon was full, cold light beaming in through the window. It was so bright they didn't bother to turn on the light. Jacob made a beeline for the freezer and Paul took a seat. He didn't expect much; Jacob had already eaten so much already that Paul was surprised he wasn't full. Jacob sat opposite him, setting down a pint of Chubby Hubby on the table. He winked when Paul smirked, looking confident for a split second before a blush tinged his cheeks.
Paul watched as Jacob dug his spoon into the container. He moaned around the first spoonful; a little dramatic, but it still made Paul's mouth go dry. He didn't say anything as Jacob continued to chip away at the ice cream, not stopping until he'd eaten at least a quarter of the pint.
“Ugh,” he said. “I probably should have thought this through.”
“Done?” Paul asked.
He couldn't help being a little disappointed. He could see Jacob's stomach as he leaned back in the chair. His t-shirt was tight, but Paul could tell that he wasn't that full.
“No,” Jacob said, pressing one palm against his face. “Brain freeze.”
Paul laughed. He'd seen that before, Jacob being overeager with ice cream or sorbet and suffering for it.
“Do the thing,” he told him. “With your tongue.”
Jacob nodded, his jaw moving up and down. Paul had taught him that the first week they'd lived together. He still remembered the sceptical look on his face when he'd told him that heating up the roof of his mouth would cure him.
“That's better,” Jacob said. “You want any?”
He tipped the container of ice cream towards Paul, raising his eyebrows. Paul shook his head so Jacob put the lid back on.
“I shouldn't risk any more,” Jacob said.
Paul knew that once he got brain freeze, he was likely to get it again in quick succession. He wanted to see Jacob eat the rest of the pint, but he didn't want to see him in pain.
“Do you think we could get away with watching television without waking Emma?” Jacob asked.
They could probably get away with throwing a party without waking Emma, she slept like the dead, but Paul didn't feel like watching anything. He wanted to get back into bed with Jacob and feel his skin against his own so he shook his head.
“I don't really want to watch anything,” he said. “Is that okay?”
Jacob nodded, standing up to put the ice cream back in the freezer.
“I want to do something,” he said.
“What?” Paul asked, intrigued.
“I just ... I think it might cause problems, but I still really want to do it.”
“What is it?” Paul asked again.
“I'll show you,” Jacob replied.
Jacob put the ice cream away and quickly washed up his spoon before leading Paul upstairs. It looked like he just wanted to go back to bed until he turned down a corridor, pulling Paul with him. He stopped at the entrance to Paul's room.
“Can we sleep in here?” he asked.
Paul knew Emma wouldn't like it, but that was just another reason why he wanted to say yes. He thought about how good it would feel to be able to stretch out at night, not to be cramped by their three-in-a-bed scenario.
He didn't even need to say yes. He pulled Jacob inside and shut the door behind them. His room was far enough away from Emma's (and Joey's) that he didn't even have to worry about the sound his belt made as it hit the floor. It was one of the only benefits of the farmhouse.
Jacob took his – or Paul's – jeans off. With those removed, Paul could see the curve of his stomach beneath his now too-short t-shirt. Paul kept undressing, but Jacob got into bed with his underwear and shirt still on. Paul frowned but got into bed beside him.
“I'm still hungry,” Jacob said.
“Well, you should have thought of that when we were in the kitchen,” Paul said, confused.
Jacob grinned mischievously. He leant over the bed, reaching underneath. Something rustled, and then Jacob sat up with the same bag from earlier clutched in his hands.
It made sense. Emma would have no reason to go into Paul's room, especially as she knew he didn't even use it. Jacob handed the bag to Paul.
“Your choice,” Jacob told him. “I am kind of full, though.”
Paul looked in the bag. He saw that Jacob had added a couple of cans of soda from the fridge. He picked out a container of cookies, not wanting to push for anything too heavy.
Jacob grinned when he gave them to him.
“You think you can handle these?” Paul asked.
“Yeah,” Jacob said. “Yeah, I mean, there's kind of a lot of them, you might have to help me out towards the end.”
He smirked as Paul felt the colour rise in his cheeks. Jacob peeled opened the package and pulled one cookie out. He took a bite and Paul pulled a can of soda out of the bag before stowing it back under the bed. He popped it open and handed it to Jacob once he'd finished his cookie.
“Thanks,” Jacob said.
He took a sip and handed it back to Paul before pulling another two cookies out of the packet. He ate them quickly, careful not to get any crumbs on the bed. It didn't take long for him to get half way through the cookies and start to slow down. He took another gulp of soda, one hand coming up to rest at his solar plexus. Paul could see the way his stomach was beginning to strain against his tshirt.
Jacob put the package down after another cookie. He groaned and shifted, leaning back against the headboard and trying to get comfortable.
“Can you ... uh ...” Jacob started.
“What?” Paul asked.
Jacob shook his head and looked down at this hands. Paul crawled closer to him and Jacob looked back up. He grabbed Paul's hand and placed it on his stomach. Paul shuddered as he felt how firm it was against his skin and he knew what Jacob wanted. He let his fingers dance across the round bulge of his abdomen, pressing them in sporadically, rubbing his palm in large circles to try to ease the tightness Jacob was undoubtedly feeling. He kissed him gently, waiting for Jacob to kiss him back. It turned into something rougher and biting; Jacob moaned into his mouth, turning awkwardly due to the added weight in his stomach. Paul ran his hand down, pleased to find Jacob was already fully hard. He stroked him hard and fast, biting his lip when he bucked into his fist.
“Are you going to finish the cookies?” Paul asked quietly.
“I think I'm gonna need help,” Jacob admitted.
Paul pulled back, picking a cookie out of the packet and held it up for Jacob to bite. He kept stroking him as Jacob chewed, his eyes squeezed shut.
After he finished, Jacob opened his mouth again, a low moan escaping him before Paul managed to press another cookie between his lips. Paul slowed his strokes on Jacob's cock before removing his hand completely. Jacob whimpered at the loss of friction but he didn't want it to end yet. Paul compensated a little, moving both of his hands to Jacob's stomach, massaging it until he hummed with pleasure. Jacob grabbed the can of soda, draining it, his stomach swelling outwards with every gulp.
Paul rolled off of the bed quickly, taking Jacob by surprise.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
Paul rummaged around in one of the bags he'd brought when they'd first arrived. He knew he'd packed it somewhere. Finally his fingers closed around something smooth and cool. He pulled the lube out of the bag and held it up, raising his eyebrows. A question.
Jacob looked apprehensive. They'd played with it before and Jacob definitely enjoyed a bit of prostate stimulation but Paul palmed his own cock, making his intentions clear.
“You'll be gentle?” Jacob asked.
Paul scoffed but Jacob shook his head, laughing.
“No, I mean, I'm really full,” he said, pressing a palm into his stomach for emphasis. “I don't know if I could take anything too rough.”
Paul swallowed convulsively, thinking about the extra pressure he'd be adding. He walked back over to the bed, crawling in between Jacob's legs. He kissed him hard and Jacob squirmed beneath him. Paul could feel the swell of his stomach between them. Jacob groaned in discomfort when Paul let his weight press down against it for the briefest moment.
The cap of the lube sounded loud in the silent room. Paul felt Jacob tense up beneath him as he coated his fingers liberally. He shushed him, straightening up and running his clean hand over Jacob's full stomach. It worked; Jacob relaxed, allowing Paul to slip one finger into him. Paul handed him another cookie to work on as he opened him up, then another. By the time Paul had three fingers into him, there was only a quarter of the packet left and it looked like Jacob was having a hard time swallowing.
Paul squeezed more lube onto his palm, stroking it up and down his cock. Jacob looked up at him, licking his lips, and Paul moved into position. It was a cacophony of firsts, so many that Paul couldn't even identify. He intended to savour it.
Paul held Jacob open and eased into him slowly. He kept one hand on his stomach, stroking him slowly to keep him relaxed. Paul inhaled deeply, forcing himself to stay calm and not just thrust into Jacob like he wanted to. Jacob gasped as Paul pushed further into him, bottoming out and pausing to let him get used to the pressure.
Before long, Jacob's hands found their way to Paul's hips, tugging insistently.
“Come on,” he said.
Paul smirked and started to move, keeping it slow if only to keep himself under control. The bulge of Jacob's stomach was obvious thanks to the position, firm at the top despite the softness of the bottom of his belly. Paul's mouth went dry as his eyes catalogued Jacob's weight gain and he couldn't help the way his hips snapped forward, plunging his cock into him.
“Unng, fuck ...” Jacob groaned, arching against Paul.
Paul wanted to be the one on his back, wanted to have Jacob on top of him, but it didn't look like he was in any state for that.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Honestly?” Jacob asked. “Heavy.”
He grinned, running a hand over his stomach and holding eye contact with Paul until he thrust hard into him again.
“You think you could handle being on top?” Paul asked.
He wasn't surprised when Jacob shook his head.
“Maybe next time?” Jacob asked. “I'm just so full ...”
Paul exhaled, knowing that Jacob was playing on it all, but it didn't make a difference. He squeezed at Jacob's hip, using the leverage to thrust into him again. There was enough flesh there for Paul to get a good grip, almost a handful. It spurred him on even more, but he forced himself to slow down.
Jacob whined, trying to thrust up onto him but Paul held him down. He slowed down to an agonisingly slow pace that took every ounce of self-restraint that he had.
“Please,” Jacob begged.
He was breathless and Paul knew he had to be close to orgasm. Instead of giving Jacob what he wanted, he dug his nails into his hip just a little, giving him a jolt of pain to push him even closer. Jacob squeezed his eyes closed, his hips leaving the bed as he bucked up.
Paul grabbed a cookie from the package and held it above his mouth. Jacob took it without question, chewing and swallowing quickly. The next two went in the same way; Jacob continued to eat whilst Paul fucked him and fed him more. Eventually, though, Jacob was obviously having trouble. He shook his head when Paul offered him another. They were down to the last three but the cookies were large and Jacob had already eaten so much.
“Soda,” Jacob prompted.
Paul stopped thrusting completely, pushing all of the way into him before reaching for the can. Jacob lifted his head just a fraction as Paul held it to his lips. He took a gulp, then another, and groaned when Paul took it away.
“I feel a little bit sick,” he said. “Carbonation probably wasn't the best idea.”
Paul put down the cookie immediately.
“Do you want to stop?” he asked.
Jacob laughed.
“No,” he said. “Give me a minute. I'm finishing them. Keep fucking me.”
Paul flinched at the order but it was Jacob so he didn't protest. He built up a steady rhythm, nothing fast enough to push Jacob over the edge. He squirmed beneath him, small, breathy noises escaping him on every thrust.
“Are you sure?” Paul asked.
“You think I've never made myself feel sick before?” Jacob asked. “It won’t stop me.”
Paul felt pride and lust fold together inside of him as he grasped Jacob's hips again, pulling him onto his cock.
“Okay,” Jacob prompted after a minute.
Paul took the cookie out of the packet again, holding it out for Jacob to bite. He went slow, so Paul did, too; the effort it was causing him was obvious. Paul knew that shouldn't have turned him on so much.
Jacob swallowed, taking another bite and groaning as Paul sped up just a little.
“I don't think I can finish the other two,” Jacob told him.
Paul tried not to let disappointment show on his face but then Jacob laughed so loudly it caught him off guard.
“I thought you of all people would be better at this,” he said.
“What?”
“I already told you, I'm going to need a little help,” Jacob said. “So help me.”
Paul picked up the penultimate cookie. Jacob's stomach looked hard and firm. He knew he wasn't joking about struggling.
He held the cookie a little closer to Jacob's mouth than before, pressing it into his lips when Jacob didn't bite it immediately. Jacob took a large bite, chewing it slowly before swallowing. He winced just a little but he took another when it was offered to him. Paul watched as he finished the cookie, taking longer than he had with any of the others.
“You might need to give me a minute,” Jacob said.
His voice was strained and his breaths were coming shallower.
Paul shook his head.
“We don't have a minute,” he said.
He wanted to come and he knew Jacob must, too. He reached down and stroked Jacob's cock, his hand bumping against his stomach on every upstroke. Jacob groaned every time his stomach jolted but he thrust into Paul's fist enthusiastically. It only took a few seconds until Jacob was panting beneath him.
“I can't,” Jacob said.
Paul believed him. His own hand was rubbing circles into his bloated stomach as he eyed the cookie with apprehension. His hips twitched when Paul held him down and Jacob whimpered as he thrust into him hard. He started to beg again when Paul took his hand off of his cock but Paul shook his head.
He held the cookie above his mouth, raising his eyebrows. Jacob tried to thrust up again but Paul's grip on him was too strong.
“Paul, please ...” he begged.
“I thought you said you wanted me to help you,” Paul replied. “Eat.”
Jacob took a shallow breath and then resigned himself to taking a bite. It was small and Paul watched him struggle, half loving it, half hoping he'd finish soon because he really wanted to see him come.
Jacob groaned when he made it to the last mouthful. Paul rubbed his stomach for him, showing mercy. As soon as Jacob swallowed, he began thrusting into him. He didn't even need to return his hand to his cock; Jacob came within seconds, clenching around Paul's cock.
It was a magnificent sight: Jacob was flushed and panting, his stuffed stomach rising and falling dramatically with each breath. Paul kept one hand on his hip, letting the other drift up to feel how even the soft underside of Jacob's belly was beginning to feel tight and bloated.
Paul's orgasm hit him as he slid his other hand down, fingers digging into the soft flesh of Jacob's thighs. When it subsided, he pulled out, quickly throwing the cookie package off of the bed before he collapsed back next to Jacob.
He was scared to look at him for a second. Jacob could be quick to panic and Paul worried that he might have pushed him too far until Jacob slid his body closer, wrapping an arm around Paul's torso. He could feel his stomach hard against his side.
“Turn over,” Paul said before reaching over to turn off the light.
Jacob did but not without a few grunts. Paul pulled him close, slipping one arm under Jacob's head and another around his middle. Jacob hummed, pleased, when Paul began to gently rub at the distended skin under his palm.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Mmm,” Jacob said. “That was good. I don't know why everyone doesn't combine food and sex, it's obviously a winner.”