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“Yesss! Derek, they have a rollercoaster this year!”
“I can hear the metal creaking.”
“Don’t be such a sourwolf. It will be fun!”
Derek let Stiles grab his hand and pull him towards the coaster. In front of the entrance gate, Stiles suddenly slowed to a stop.
“You know what, you’re right. This doesn’t seem safe. Let’s go find the fried donuts.”
“I can tell you’re lying.”
“I just thought, maybe – you know – ”
“Know what?”
“Well….those seats are sort of small.”
“Stiles, how much do you think I weigh?” Derek laughed.
“You had to buy new jeans last week.”
“I went up one size – ”
“This month,” Stiles interrupted with a grin, patting Derek’s ass. .
“ – I have not outgrown a fair ride.”
“If you can fit on that ride, I’ll make you breakfast in bed for a month.”
Derek raised an eyebrow. “That’s a high wager.”
“If you can’t, you have to enter the burger-eating competition.”
“Seriously?”
“Take it or leave it.”
“Fine.” Derek confidently strode into the que line of the ride. “I expect pancakes. And omelets.”
***
Derek’s confidence started to wane when it was finally his time to board. Stiles dropped easily into the cart while Derek had to wiggle slightly to force his considerably wider rear down, the sides of the cart pressing tightly into him.
Thinking about it, maybe he had sized up more often this year than he thought.
Stiles was watching him with a wide grin, making sure Derek noticed while he lowered the lap bar down until it locked. Derek brought down his own lap bar. There was no click of it locking into place. Instead, the bar was resting solidly on his belly.
Had his gut always sat this far into his lap?
“A little snug?”
“Shut up,” Derek muttered. “I can fit.”
“Whatever you say, dude.”
The ride attendant was making her way down the car, checking everyone’s restraints as Derek frantically tried to make himself smaller. Sucking in his gut didn’t work. Neither did trying to lift his belly up over the lap bar. He couldn’t have gotten too big for a carnival ride. There was no possible way.
He was still struggling; face heating up as the attendant came over to them. “Try standing up, crossing your legs, and sitting back down for me.”
Derek did so. The bar went down a little lower but still refused to lock into place.
“I’m sorry,” the attendant told him apologetically, “but I can’t let you ride.”
Stiles let out a triumphant noise. As soon as he and Derek had exited the ride, Stiles threw himself at the older man, pushing himself tightly against Derek’s side and pressing a kiss to his lips.
“Does it make me a bad person for finding that hot?
“Probably.”
“You love me.”
“I really do.”
“Good.” Stiles wrapped an arm around Derek’s waist, squeezing his generous love-handles. “Now come on, Big Guy. I want to watch you eat your weight in burgers.”
***
Stiles settled himself in the closest free seat, a few rows from the front. He smiled brightly up at Derek from where he was seated on the stage, a bright “Bob’s Burger Barn” bib tied around his neck.
don’t look so grumpy, sourwolf. you lost the bet Stiles texted him. He watched Derek reach for his phone, read the text, and scowl.
you’re just a shameless feeder
Pretty sure you were fat before we started dating
Eating my weight in burgers isn’t going to help
hey, I’m an open-minded guy. doesn’t have to be burgers. Pie work too.Cakes. Pizza.Breadsticks …
stop.
Stiles grinned and send a kissy face emoji before stowing his phone away when the announcer came to the stage. He spoke for a few minutes before stepping aside and allowing the Bob’s Burger Barn staff to wheel a cart of burgers out from behind stage and drop heavily laden platters in front of each contestant.
Stiles watched Derek’s eyes widen at the sight of the burgers in front of him and Stiles felt the same shock. He had been imagining some small, flattened fast food burgers. Instead, these were easily close to a pound of meat each, smothered in bacon, cheeses, and sauce.
As the whistle blew and everyone started eating, it was clear Derek’s revenge for losing the bet was apparently to see how incredibly turned on he could make his boyfriend, who was unfairly forced to just sit in his seat and not immediately rush the stage. Derek was maintaining eye contact with Stiles as he polished off his first burger and reached for his second one.
Stiles was losing his ability to even form cohesive thoughts. Derek looked like he was in pure bliss. He was eating at a decently fast pace to keep up with the others, but he had a blissed out look on his face with each bite. Stiles had stopped counting how many burgers Derek had eaten, too focused on the way Derek was shoveling down bite after bite, sauce smeared around his face, belly slowly becoming more spherical. By maybe burger number 6, or was it 7, Derek looked like he was done. He was rubbing his enormously swollen gut and breathing heavily.
Instead, he smirked at Stiles, leaned back in his chair with a belch, and undid the button on his jeans. Stiles had to hastily make sure he wasn’t drooling, especially as Derek reached out for another burger, shirt rising up a couple of inches to reveal his blubbery gut. He was definitely eating slower now, stuffed belly resting heavily on his thunderous thighs. Each bite he took was followed by a few shallow breaths, panting with the effort of forcing himself to eat more. He looked relieved when the announcer finally called a winner and announced everyone could stop eating.
The stage was flocked with people taking pictures, announcing the second and third place winners, and Stiles was practically vibrating in his seat to go rush over to Derek.
Fuck. I’m full
you look full, jesus, Der, you look huge.
You kept watching me….made me want to eat more.
Stiles groaned. I’ve been dying to get my hands on that belly. Looks like you could use some tummy rubs, Big Guy.
god, yes. I don’t think I can move
I can think of a few ways to persuade you.
Derek replied with a winking emoji. I could be persuaded if there was also dessert involved.