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ship: Jason Todd/Kyle Rayner
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content: consensual feeding, weight gain
Kyle was starting to get comments from the villains he fought. He was getting sidelong glances of doubt from his teammates. He could see it in their eyes. "Is he still fit for the job?"
The truth was, the weight hadn't come on at first. His life was just way too intense. But when he started filling out his clothes, boy did he. Under all this fat, he was still the muscular and fit Kyle he had always been, perhaps more. But the humiliation of all this scorn, the prejudice that enveloped his belly and limbs, it had all been wrought by Jason and his unholy delicious cooking and downright cruel portion sizes.
He moaned, his full belly aching as Jason rubbed himself against it and pushed another spoonful of mashed potatoes into Kyle's mouth. Savory, fragrant caramelized onions throughout, impossibly creamy, with just a touch of tanginess, and a generous sprinkle of aromatic diced shallot.
It was hard to believe Jason hadn't always been such a good cook. He'd been very earnest about food, cooking for a lot of their dates, and taking Kyle out to fancy restaurants the rest of the time, but the divide was obvious. He loved to talk about food as much as he loved to talk about books, though, loved to tell Kyle what he was learning, and hung off of Kyle's every word when he compared cooking to illustration. Despite the enthusiasm, he'd been surprised when he'd returned from a long trip to Oa to find a romantic dinner made with a whole new caliber of skill awaiting him on their anniversary.
The real shock had come almost a year later when Kyle discovered that Jason never cooked for himself.
"Come on, Kyle. This is only the fifth course. We still have the cheese course and dessert."
"Dessert?" Kyle asked incredulously. Jason usually shied away from baking experiments. "You made dessert?" He fought the spoon away from his face as it came back around. "Jason, I will literally explode. And I'm sorry, did you say cheese course? What is happening today?"
Jason pushed himself tighter against Kyle's belly, and Kyle could feel Jason's erection pushing at his rolls through his boxers. "We're celebrating."
"What are we celebrating?"
"Me learning how to make Swiss meringue buttercream despite a lot of panicking and flailing over the double boiler today."
Kyle stared up at him open-mouthed, and Jason landed another spoonful into his mouth. Kyle moaned again, hating how full he was but loving every bite. Everything tonight had been delicious, from the moment he came floating in through the balcony door. The mushroom devilled eggs? Divine. Jason always got the most amount of flavor out of his mushrooms, and potentially also had some truffle powder stashed somewhere. The soup was definitely store bought - Jason was cursed with soup disasters, and had developed a mental block about them. But he had dressed up this lovely, smooth squash bisque with lightly toasted nuts, sage, and a bit of cream, and it was delicious to the very last drop.
Fish course was usually Kyle's favorite, and Jason knew exactly how to do it in a way that had him blissing out. Minimalist, with a good sear and a generous squeeze of lemon. He'd served up a large juicy piece of cod today, and Kyle had gone to heaven, and had to be dragged down by his ankle to eat the palate cleanser.
Jason had taken a break from sitting in his lap and feeding him to take his own pants off, so Kyle was left feeling a little chilly and lonely until he took his first bite of that lemon raspberry sorbet and astral projected. Mind, it was the same sorbet that Jason had used for every meal this week, but that didn't stop it from absolutely shocking and aweing Kyle, who had a real big thing for foods that were more sour than sweet. And if they also melted in his mouth? Fuhgeddaboudit.
Next had been the braised pork, and Kyle wasn't an expert, but he suspected there had been some smoking involved too, though Jason was always secretive about what he did with his meats and wouldn't say. Like Kyle would tell anyone. Jason had a whole setup up on the roof. The guy was known for making his own sausages if the last book he'd read left him moody, no one was around to stop him, and Gotham didn't need him just then. Sometimes, they would spend the night up there, cooking a whole hog in the pit Jason had put together. They'd drink beers, eat potato salad, and whenever the hog didn't need his immediate attention, Jason would grope Kyle's belly and ride his dick.
It was winter now, though, and neither fancied being up there for very long.
Plenty of bonding activities indoors.
Jason scraped the last of the mashed potatoes up with the remaining juices from the pork, and made as though to put it in Kyle's mouth, then swerved it into his own. At Kyle's look of betrayal he laughed and leaned over to kiss him.
"I'll make it up to you."
Sliding his boxers down over his ass, he held Kyle's massive belly aside with one hand so he could get a hold of Kyle's dick, and sank down on him. How he found the time between preparing seven courses to be all lubed up and ready to go when Kyle got home, he didn't know, but Jason was… incredible. He made the best food in the world, he was never not horny, and everything he did left Kyle feeling so loved it almost felt like too much for one person to deserve. Kyle groaned, pulling him closer, deeper, sinking back further into the cushions behind him so Jason had more room to maneuver.
"You know, this morning I struggled to get a good grip on my dick to aim it. Had to sit to pee."
Jason let out a deep moan with a full body shudder. "Good. Means I'm feeding you right."
Kyle laughed, and the tension that he'd been carrying in his shoulders all day eased. He sighed freely and happily, right up until Jason leaned forward with a wicked gleam in his eye and pushed down on his aching abdomen, leaving him groaning again. Jason eased up, pupils blown wide and watching him hungrily.
He was a little glad dinner was over early today. That had been a lot of food, even for how well-trained he was.
"What happened to the cheese course?"
He didn't really care about the cheese course. He cared that Jason had gone out today and picked out the perfect cheese to follow that braised pork and precede whatever dessert he had used Swiss meringue buttercream for. And he didn't do it because he was a perfectionist, but because one time early in their relationship, Kyle had said, "You make all food make sense," and Jason had turned to him, startled, eyes earnest, and said, "I love you."
Kyle hadn't known then the devoted form Jason's love would take.
He hadn't had any clue about the bliss that was headed his way.
"Oh, it's still coming. You get this course gratis, though. Compliments of the chef."