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Peter Quill’s ship hummed quietly through the cosmos, most of its passengers nestled in their quarters, enjoying some well-deserved sleep after an exhausting mission. The only two awake were Quill, piloting the ship, and Thor, who insisted on staying up to keep him company. Thor was resting in the passenger seat next to Peter, feet up on the dashboard, humming along to a song on his Walkman.
Quill yawned and rubbed his eyes until he saw stars, desperately trying to stay awake. He gently slapped himself a few times on the cheek. He didn’t normally like to drive while drowsy, but was determined to get his crew to their next destination.
He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
“You’re falling asleep, Quill. We should stop somewhere for a bit."
“M’fine,” Peter insisted and brushed Thor’s hand away.
“Don’t lie to me. I don’t want you nodding off and driving us into an asteroid.” He stretched his arms above his head and rubbed at his doughy midsection. “Besides, I’m starving. We’ll stop at the next planet and get some food.”
Peter liked the sound of that. He relaxed his shoulders and sighed. “Okay, okay.”
Over the past few months, eating together had become a way of bonding for Peter and his newest passenger. Through their travels, the two had quickly learned about their mutual love for food and drink. Eating a few meals together on occasion snowballed into eating every meal together, and what started as a rivalry eventually simmered into a beautiful friendship. Now, he rarely spent a second away from Thor.
Although he didn't want to admit it at first, it turned out the mysterious "pirate-angel" who'd dropped into his life was a sweet and hilarious guy. Peter felt a friendly affection for him that he didn't think he was capable of anymore.
And as his good friend, Peter couldn't help but notice that Thor's taste for food was... well, growing, amongst other things. Drax and Rocket had always poked fun at Peter for being chubby, but these days it was Thor whose figure was quickly surpassing that of the captain. The god had developed an impressive appetite (mostly for meat and greasy foods, but he had a bit of a sweet tooth, too) and as a result, now sported a soft belly and set of love handles far greater than his. He was a little big when he first came aboard, but he was undeniably bigger now.
Quill wasn’t sure why Thor’s love for food was expanding—maybe it was an attempt to smother feelings from his past, or perhaps it was just the thrill of traveling to new planets and trying their unique cuisines—whatever it was, Thor had turned into a full-fledged foodie, and didn’t seem to notice how it was affecting him.
Peter didn't necessarily care. Thor seemed happy, and he was content to tag along and join him in enjoying the delicacies of the universe.
(Not that Peter would ever say anything, but he also thought the weight looked nice on him. Really nice.)
The ship quickly happened upon a small, dusky purple planet. Peter could see the neon lights of an urban sprawl through the hazy atmosphere, and he figured there might be a good restaurant or two down there. He gently landed the ship, careful not to wake any of its passengers, and the two stepped outside to explore the terrain.
Despite the fact it was pitch black outside, the streets were alive with lights, music, and people. The signs of shops and businesses cast everything in deep neon blue and purple tones. Peter couldn’t read any of the signage or understand the conversations he overheard, but he had been on enough planets to guess what each building was and how to generally get around.
The two stopped once they reached a small building with large windows—inside were rows of booths and tables, where waitresses in frilly white aprons were serving several patrons. Peter chuckled at how Earth-like the diner looked.
“Good enough for me.” Thor clapped a hand on his shoulder, and the two headed in.
After being seated at a booth, Peter looked around and drank in the nostalgic diner atmosphere. He loved little oases like these that reminded him of home.
“Aren’t you starving?” Thor had a pained expression on his face.
Peter shook his head. “I dunno, for once I’m really not that hungry—just exhausted. I’m gonna get something simple, but you get whatever you want." His eyes scanned the foreign menu.
“That’s no fun." Peter detected a mild disappointment in his voice. “I thought we always try something new together.”
Peter’s heart sank seeing the sadness on his friend's face. “I’m sorry, man, I’m just in the mood to eat something familiar. But, hey—we’re not that far from a planet in this system called Zothea, I hear they have amazing gelato. We can go try that tomorrow.”
Thor’s lips twitched into a grin, clearly pleased at the idea.
Peter looked up to see a waitress had appeared next to them, waiting with a pencil and pad in her hand to take their orders.
“Oh, uh. I’ll just have this,” Peter pointed to what looked like a burger and fries. The waitress nodded sweetly and scribbled down his order.
“And I…" Thor gestured to the entire menu. "I think I’ll just try one of everything.”
The waitress gave a surprised look. She also gestured to the full menu and said an alien word that must have meant “Everything?!”
Thor nodded confidently. “Yes, I’ll take all of it.”
The waitress called something out to the staff behind the counter. Equally shocked, they looked at each other and began exchanging surprised words. Several staff members put down what they were doing and headed in back to the kitchen.
“You can’t be serious,” Peter laughed, although he couldn't say he was completely surprised.
“After our work today, I have a hunger that could've rivaled Volstagg’s,” Thor said with a smile. He handed the waitress his menu. “And don’t forget, I’m a god. I can consume far more than you.” He grabbed a meaty handful of his own belly and shook it for emphasis.
Peter felt a heat creep up his neck watching Thor touch himself like that, and he wasn't entirely sure why.
Bullshit, he knew exactly why. But he wouldn't say it. Nope, wouldn't even think it.
He shook the thoughts out of his head and rubbed his eyes. “Alright man, I’ll give you that, but who do you think is gonna pay for all this food? Are you trying to drain my bank account?” Peter said this with playful annoyance, but deep down, no amount of money was too much to spend on a good meal for his friend.
“Of course not, Peter. We’ll split the bill in half.” Thor laughed heartily.
While they waited, the two had a round of drinks, exchanging stories and jokes about the enemies they took down today. Peter watched as Thor downed pint after pint of beer, the empty glasses quickly piling up on the table and dwarfing the amount he had drank. Nearly an hour later, several wait staff emerged from the kitchen, trays loaded up with plates and bowls of steaming entrees.
Some of it Peter recognized—food styled to look like burgers, sandwiches, soups—although he imagined the ingredients were nothing like Earth food. Other dishes he couldn’t have guessed if he tried: strange-shaped meats, foods in bizarre bright colors, some glowing and pulsating. Whatever they were, they smelled amazing. He glanced at Thor, who was grinning and practically drooling at the sight of it all.
They set down Peter’s meal first (which looked absolutely scrawny compared to Thor’s) then began to fill the table with whatever they could fit. They placed the overflow on a table next to the duo. Without acknowledging the staff, Thor happily chose his first dish—an enormous leg of some sort of meat—and began eating.
“Thank you,” Peter said on his behalf, and gave them a sheepish smile.
The two ate at wildly different rates, Peter happily munching on his Earth-style meal (which tasted surprisingly close to the real thing, although the fries had a strange texture and the inside of his burger was bright purple).
Meanwhile, the god across from him unashamedly ate like an animal, plowing through plate after plate of food. After each dish, he sloppily drained half a glass of beer, letting the liquid carelessly dribble out the sides of his mouth onto his beard and plump chest. Quill simply watched in amazement. This was a totally new level of hunger for his friend—and Peter wasn’t complaining.
“This one is really good,” Thor muttered as he plowed through some kind of pasta dish. “Mmph, Quill, try some.”
Thor attempted to cram some of the food into his mouth, but Peter pushed his hand away. “N-no, man, you enjoy it.”
Apparently he didn’t have to be told twice. Thor crammed forkfuls into his mouth and chewed happily, scanning the table for his next prey. He opted for an enormous bowl of soup, which he hastily grabbed with both hands. He tipped the bowl right up to his lips, taking voracious gulps of the broth and noodles, depleting it in seconds.
To accommodate the new swell of his sloshing belly, Thor reached down and undid the button of his pants. As he guzzled down another tall glass of beer, his stomach ballooned out ever so slightly, popping open the teeth of his pants zipper one by one. Peter’s face burned red hot.
Next up was a dish of meat and potatoes. After that, a succulent piece of fish and roasted asparagus. Next, a whopping plate of spaghetti and meatballs. Plus a few plates of stuff that neither of them could recognize, but Thor seemed to enjoy.
At this point, Peter’s meal was long-finished; he simply sat across from the feasting god, ogling at the beautiful display of gluttony and pleasure. He watched in shame and delight as the meal piled up in Thor’s belly, growing his soft paunch into a heavy bloated gut that pressed against the table in front of him. Thor spread his legs wide to let his stomach expand in between them. Quill could only conjecture how many calories were in this feast, and the future implications of that made him giddy.
As Thor devoured the next few plates, his eating slowed. Quill could hear him struggling to breathe between bites.
“This is the best food I’ve—hic—ever had,” Thor slurred out in appreciation, moaning quietly as he sucked on the bones of some animal. He drained another glass of beer and belched. Not only was this the most food he had ever seen Thor eat, Peter realized it was also the most he had seen him drink. It took a lot to get Thor drunk, but once he was there, it was adorable—the god turned into a hiccuping, stumbling hot mess who blurted out anything that entered his brain. He also got very cuddly.
“Can we stay on this planet? I think I like it here,” Thor grinned. He chowed down on a handful of fries which were drenched in a green sauce.
Peter nabbed a few fries from Thor’s plate, trying to smother his thoughts while he watched Thor with admiration.
“Wha-what do you think I should try next, Quill?” Thor slurred, looking around at what was left.
Peter looked around the table and picked out a strange seafood dish that caught his eye. On it, a neon blue creature which looked very much like an octopus sat on a bed of rice and vegetables. Peter blinked a few times when he noticed the creature’s tentacles wriggling with life. He watched with horrifying arousal and curiosity as he pushed it towards Thor.
Thor laughed in amusement and held it up for Peter to see. “Ohoh, what an adorable little creature! I can’t w-wait to see how you taste.”
Thor tilted his head back, opened his mouth wide, and dropped the cephalopod into his gullet. Peter watched the helpless, squirming tentacles disappear as Thor sucked them into his lips. The god rubbed gently at his throat, coaxing his meal to travel down, down to his belly.
After one final swallow, Thor opened his mouth and proudly stuck out his tongue to show Peter it was gone. A small, involuntary squeak of confused joy slipped out of Peter’s lips.
Definitely saving that mental image for later.
Despite the struggle, Thor powered through each and every dish, finally coming to his last item: a beautiful, golden-brown apple pie topped with vanilla ice cream.
Quill watched with wide-eyed anticipation, expecting Thor to dig right into the fattening treat. Instead, the god groaned in pain and defeat.
“I don’t think I can do it. Urp—so full,” Thor breathed out. He relaxed into the booth and rubbed at the sides of his enormous belly.
Peter couldn’t blame him—Thor really did look full to bursting—but he so desperately needed to see this to the end.
He knew it wasn't true, but Peter could have sworn to hell that Thor was doing this for him. He had to be. There was no other explanation for this little show of overindulgence that fit all of Peter's desires so fucking perfectly.
No, no.
There was no way Thor could have known that about Peter. Either way, it didn't matter. What mattered is that, purposeful or not, Thor was putting on a once-in-a-lifetime performance, and Peter deserved the ending he wanted.
“C’mon, you’re gonna quit now?” He grabbed a forkful of the pie and brought it up to Thor’s lips. “You can do it.”
Peter watched Thor grimace at the food, then resignedly gobble it down.
“You’re trying t’ make me explode, aren’t you, Quill,” he joked through the mouthful, and Peter thought terrible, terrible things.
Thor shifted in his seat and lifted his shirt up further. His strong hands rubbed his taut belly and he sighed in contentment, letting Peter guide bite after bite of sweet sugary apple pie into his mouth.
One more piece. “Keep going, you’re doing so good,” Peter breathed out.
As Thor downed his last bite, a glob of ice cream dropped onto his chin. Without thinking, Peter used his thumb to wipe it from his beard.
He nearly fainted as Thor sucked the thumb into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Then, without hesitation, Thor grabbed Peter’s hand and licked each and every one of his fingers clean. Lovestruck, Peter could do nothing but let his mouth fall open and watch.
Clearly satisfied, Thor grunted and leaned back. He let out a few unapologetic burps and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Yep. He can read my fucking mind, Quill thought to himself, dick aching miserably.
He reveled in the sight of his satiated friend, soft love handles spilling out on either side of him, huge, wide belly on full display. He looked big and powerful and delicious.
“Woohoo!” He was brought harshly back to reality as the diner staff behind the counter broke out in cheers and applause.
Peter blushed and smiled apologetically at them for the scene they just had to witness. He paid the check in full and left a generous tip on the table.
He stood up and wrapped his arms around the dazed god, who he knew would need help getting up. Quill struggled a few times to lift Thor, who flopped in his arms like a tired sack of flour.
“Go on without me,” Thor laughed drunkenly, resting his head lazily on Quill’s shoulder. “They’ve fattened me up and now they’re going to—hic—sacrifice me to some monster."
“Come on, buddy. Work with me here.” Peter desperately attempted to wiggle his wide friend out from the prison he had eaten himself into. With great effort, he eventually hoisted the larger man to his feet. Thor swayed and nearly tripped, his balance evidently thrown off by the alcohol in his system and the impressive meal in his belly.
Peter’s cheeks burned red as he hurried them out of the restaurant and desperately tried to conceal his own hard-on.
The two stumbled back to the ship. Peter hoped the sound of them coming in wouldn’t wake any of the crew, but, much to his embarrassment, Drax was wide awake and reading one of his old Earth books while laying on the couch. Peter simply closed his eyes and braced himself for the teasing when Drax noticed them.
“Hahahaha!” Drax doubled over in roaring laughter, pointing at the bloated god. “Thor, y-you are even bigger than Quill! No, you are the size of three Quills!”
“You are just—urp—jealous of my powerful figure, friend!” Thor laughed out. He nearly lost balance again, leaning all of his weight on Peter.
“You are nearly the size of a-a small planet!” Drax choked out through the laughter. Thor seemed equally amused, giggling and nearly toppling Quill, who was truly struggling to hold him up.
“Both of you, shut up,” Peter interrupted and clamped his hand over Thor’s mouth. “I am taking you to bed, big guy.”
As Peter helped him into his room, he could still hear Drax laughing to himself, muttering how he couldn’t wait to tell Rocket about this in the morning.
The mattress springs groaned under Thor’s weight. Praying that the bed frame wouldn’t break, Quill sat down next to him and ran his fingers through the man’s hair. The tired god hummed in appreciation and relaxed into his friend’s touch.
Thor pulled Peter close to himself and nuzzled his face against Peter’s stubbly beard.
“Hurts,” Thor whined quietly into his neck.
“Ssh, I know, big bear.” Peter patted his overtaxed belly. Not only did he notice how tightly Thor’s shirt was digging into his midsection, but he also noticed how much of his dinner was on it.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” he suggested, with truly no ulterior motive—he couldn't stand to see Thor in any amount of discomfort, and he longed to take care of him.
“You’re a good friend, Peter,” Thor slurred out. He laid back on the bed, completely helpless and groaning while Peter shimmied his clothes off of him.
Figuring he had crossed enough boundaries for tonight, and assuming Thor would be passed out in the next thirty seconds, Quill flicked off the light and headed towards the door.
"You're leaving?"
The color left his face as he heard Thor mumble in the dark.
"O-oh, yeah. I mean... why, are you feeling okay? Do you need something?"
"I want you to stay with me," he whined, and Peter could make out his hand grabbing in the air like a kid reaching for a toy.
The unexpected request made a warmth wash over Peter. He certainly wasn't about to say no. After discarding his own clothes as well, Quill gently crawled into bed and curled up next to his incapacitated friend. Hesitantly, he laid a hand on Thor's belly and rubbed in small circles, hoping to ease some of the pain for him; Thor hummed and Peter could feel him relax under his touch, so he took that as a green light to continue. A giddy, bubbling happiness rose in Peter's throat as he lay there, holding his dearest friend close and soothing his aching tummy.
“Promise me you won’t ever eat that much again,” he chastised with a smug smirk.
Thor rubbed his eyes and groaned. “Yes, I p-promise.”
Peter leaned in just the slightest to Thor's ear. “That was impressive, though."
“I’m glad you enjoyed watching me, friend.” Peter could have sworn he saw Thor's cheeks turn pink. The god turned to him and clumsily ran a hand through Peter’s hair. “I love you, Quill.”
Peter laughed, knowing this conversation, this whole night, all of it probably wouldn't mean anything tomorrow. But if it did... well, he'd cross that bridge when the two of them woke up.
“Love you, too.”
“Can we still go get gelato tomorrow?” Thor grumbled, eyes slipping shut with exhaustion.
Quill snorted. “Of course. Anything for you, dude."