Work Text:
If it weren’t for Will closing the curtains to the windows in the studio, James might have thought twice about it being almost evening. With the sun starting to set over the highrises around them, however, he knew better, and he was already on his feet and starting to pick at what was left on the table while the rest of the crew had taken their fill and gone home.
On the white table, within arm's reach, sat the remnants of their latest "We Tested Every Banned Snack" video. After Mikey had taken all the healthy stuff and Aby had left with some of the American faire, all that was left was Penguin bars, Swedish Fish, Little Debbie Swiss Rolls, two entire bottles of Sunny D and some small packets of Chips Ahoy! - all of which had been either already opened during filming or saved as extra or backup.
Having put it all in a neat pile so Will put it away and cleaned the table, James sighed, rubbing his face and looking at his phone for the time (even though he could’ve just been a normal person and consulted his watch), brunette hair a bit mussed as he stretched out before turning Will’s way with a sheepish grin. "Right, I should probably head off. If I miss the next train, Southern Rail will have me stranded in Victoria until three in the morning, and Otto hasn't been fed yet. You know how the little bastard gets when I’m late."
“Aye, that I do.” Will was leaning against the doorframe with a glint in his eyes that looked a little too… familiar as he eyes the spread on the table, then back at James. “Bloody stocking the shelves with scran but no one will eat again. Right shame, that is.”
"I’m sure Chris or someone will come to raid it and clean it out. Whenever we film a food related video, it’s like a dinner bell for the rest of the offices." James laughed weakly, though Will could see his eyes lingered on a the Little Debbie’s a bit too longingly. "I've had enough sugar to power a small village as it is with what we did manage to get through, mate."
"Oh, ya barely scratched the surface, pet," Will murmured, suddenly moving from his position and stepping into James’s personal space, making the latter have to move back, his knees hurting his chair as Will’s fingers closed around one of the miniature Swiss rolls, unwrapping it slowly, the cake soft and spongy as the cream shimmered under the fluro lights. “Here, listen ‘ere, why don’t ya stay? I’ll drive ye down to the station in the mornin’. Stay outta that lonely flat for a night, yeah?”
James opened his mouth to protest, to most likely argue with Will or to nitpick about a whole lot of things, but Will was quicker, pressing a piece of the roll against James's lips. Instinct took over; James parting his mouth and taking the bite. It was, as advertised, sickeningly sweet, but moreish - he couldn’t help but she would swallow the other bites that Will fed him before the latter grinned, his voice dropping an octave. "That’s it, canny lad. Eat up."
James should’ve let it stop there. He knew that he should’ve pushed Will away, turned it into a joke and just walked out right there. Instead, he let Will guide him to the sofa, sitting him down and bringing him food after food after food. Sweet after sweet after sweet, feeding them to James one by one, watching the way James’s jaw and throat worked as he swallowed, his large frame beginning to relax into the cushions, eyes half lidded as much as Will were.
Between bites, on top of this, Will would lean in, capturing James’s mouth in a slow, deep kiss, the taller of the two tasting the sugar and the faint hint of the Rodds Iced Coffee they’d been drinking earlier on Will’s tongue every time, despite Will not eating himself.
Soon enough, however, reality came crashing in, bringing with the ache of a stomach that was starting to reach full capacity.
"Will..." James breathed out as Will pressed a cookie against his teeth. "I'm...I’m getting really full..."
"Nah, don’t be naff, ye've got plenty of room," Will teased, his hand dropping to James’s midsection, feeling the way the fabric of his shirt was starting to pull around the sudden roundness of James’s belly. Even though heaviest, James had always been soft for a big lad, but even he had limits and they were starting to show. Will of course, as most knew, liked pushing them however, tucking the cookie in between James’s teeth like an offering, voice cooing to him. "Ye look bonnie when ye're stuffed, James. Pure mint you are like this."
James couldn’t help but moan, a low sound in his chest, his cock practically stirring in his pants at the words as Will presented him with one of the Sunny D bottles, the coolness of the drink a stark contrast to the warm, heavy feeling growing in his belly as it continued to round out as Will’s eyes (and lips) devoured him; he lked the attention, he found, liked the way Will looked at him, like he was something to be worshipped instead of shamed.
"That's it, get it down ye," Will encouraged, his Geordie lilt becoming more pronounced the more into it he got, practically rutting against James’s denim clad thigh. “Ye're not goin’ anywhere. Ye're stayin’ here with me."
The possessive note in his voice was followed up by another kiss, tongue darting in and tasting James’s inner cheek as the other huffed, hands coming up to rest on Will’s waist, his fingers digging into Will’s hips and pulling him closer, Will’s thin belly against his bluging one, the feeling of being completely overfilled was starting to make him feel heavy, sluggish, and incredibly needy.
"God, look at ya…" Will breathed, mindful of the pressure on his distended stomach as he kissed down James’s neck. "Ye're too full to move now. Ye’d never make it to the station in this right state. Stuck here on this couch, all nice and full. Could keep you here forever like this, lad"
James let out a long, shaky breath, his head falling back against the sofa. "I hate you."
"Liar," Will whispered, coming up to nip at James's earlobe. "Ye love it. Ye love being looked after."
He felt James’s eyes on him before his answering whimper confirmed it and after a few more moments of coaxing, the food was all gone. Nothing left, Will undoing the top button of James’s now rather tight pants with a wink before it could pop open itself, practically drooling as James’s stomach rapidly expanded out, his shirt riding up a little from the tightness of trying keep all that weight in as James groaned above him.
"Right then, Jamie-“ Will whispered, his eyes dark with intent as he massaged the underside of James’s full belly, earning a soft puff of air in response. "Ye've been such a good lad, finishing all that food and drink...I think it's time for an even better reward, eh?" He pissed under James’s belly button, unable to help him and purposely bumping James’s belly with his more, hearing James groan as the liquid weight moved around. “Gonna given you a show now, then I’ll help you off this here couch and take you home where you can bitch and moan all night, alrighty, pet?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer, disappearing under James’s own body as he hears (and feels) the moans above him as he does his dirty work, jerking himself off as he does it, knowing James won’t argue now Willnhas him exactly where he wants him.
(And if Will selfishly and indulgently wraps his arms around James’s belly while they’re curled up in bed together, rubbing it to soothe the ache inside as it digests everything, James simply leans into the touch and lets sleep take over. Otto will be fine, he can wait till morning.)