Boyxboy Fluff

Food 🖤

It was Ivan's 6th time getting up and going into the kitchen. Jack was getting irritated with how much food he kept bringing out and eating. They'd have no food in the house soon if Ivan kept this up.

When Ivan came back this time with an armload of food, Jack let him sit back down, eat all the food but he didn't let him back up. Instead, Jack sat on his lap. Refraining him from getting up.

"Jack, move," Ivan said. Ivan wanted food, Jack was not going to stop that. "No. I'm watching TV." Jack remarked. "Jack, I need to get up," Ivan told him. "No, you don't," Jack replied. This went on and on. They went through 3 episodes of Andi Mack already.

"Jack! I need food!" Ivan said. Jack turned to face his boyfriend with a shocked expression. "You just ate half the kitchen!" Jack yelled unintentionally. "I'm not fat!" Ivan yelled back. "I didn't say that!" Jack yelled. "Really? Because I think 'you ate half the kitchen' doesn't mean what you mean."

"I didn't mean it like that. But really, look. You have like 7 bags of chips gone and 5 popcorn bags done. And you ate all of our chocolate bar collection, 2 bags of the Chips Ahoy cookies and 2 bags of Oreos, half of our candy collection. All of our cotton candy. You even ate leftovers from grandma's. And you know she gives you the biggest plate with the most food on it to take home!" Jack yelled. He didn't even name a fraction of what Ivan ate.

"Wow. Such a great way to tell your boyfriend their fat." Ivan said. He pushed Jack off his lap which ended in Jack tumbling over. Ivan got up and left without a word to Jack nor a glance.

"Ah–..." Jack tried to speak but Ivan was gone from the room. Jack knew eating was a sensitive topic to both of them. Jack wasn't trying to say Ivan was fat. He just wanted to be able to snuggle up with his boyfriend without him getting up and getting food every 10 minutes.

"I'll be back," Jack called through the house. He had to make it up to Ivan somehow... maybe this will work?...

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After Jack was finished getting all the stuff ready for Ivan, he decided why not cook dinner too. But what to cook was beyond him.

He chose to cook Ivan's favourite. Fucking sushi. How the fuck do you make sushi? At least he had google...

After he attempted to make sushi, keyword is attempted, he got them all on pretty plates and set them on the table with a pair of chopsticks. He went and got 2 wine glasses and the expensive champagne he bought while he was out, and poured two glasses up. He left the champagne on the table and got candles to make it all romantic.

"Ivan? Foods ready." Jack called but got zero response. Jack went to their bedroom where Ivan laid on the bed facing away from Jack. "Ivan, foods ready."

"'M not hungry," Ivan said. "Is this Because of the thing I said? I'm sorry alright? I didn't mean it like that." Jack felt so discouraged, his boyfriend always ate what he cooked, even if it was bad. And now he can't even get him to barely acknowledge him.

"I don't care about that. You just go down and eat." Ivan told him coldly. That really fucking hurt. After everything, Jack had just done. It was put to all waste. He should have expected that.

Tears pricked in Jacks eyes. He tried not to let them run down his face. "But I want to eat with you..." Jack said. "No. I'm not hungry. I don't care what you got. It's not going to make me come eat it." Ivan almost yelled.

As much as Jack tried, the floodgates opened and tears streamed down his face. "Fine!" You could tell he was crying in his voice.

Jack didn't bother to blow out the candles or nothing. He just collapsed on the couch surrounded by his boyfriend's mess.