Food for Thought

Food for thought

"So much bacon." John said as he rolled the cart full of nothing but cooked
bacon in to Hellboy's 'chambers'. "There are at least ten pigs on this." he
mumbled to himself.

"Uw! Bacon." Hellboy said plucking one of the strips off as John rolled it
by. John stopped for a moment to move a kitten out of the way, along with some
clothes that were just about everywhere. "That the last of it?" he asked looking
out the large door. The hallway was empty save for a few agents who were walking
about, doing work.

"Yeah I--" John looked up from the cart when he heard the door shut and lock.
He watched Hellboy as he advanced on him. He got as close to John as he
possibly could without actually touching him. He looked John in the eye for a
moment before leaning forward. John closed his eyes and leaned his head up for
the kiss he thought was coming. Instead he felt Hellboy move right past him, to
the cart of bacon. He opened his eyes to see Hellboy grab one of the plates and
walk just behind John to his bed.

"Mm!" Hellboy hummed happily as he bit into a particularly crispy piece.

'Figures.' John thought rolling his eyes. Sometimes he hated being so far
down on Hellboy's list of priorities. He understood, Hellboy was still young -
barely even twenty. And being spoiled by the Professor gave him that immature mind set. But still, Hellboy's hierarchy was almost
hurtful.

                     
It went: Food. Paying respect to dad. Food. Abe's well being. Food. Saving the
world. Cats. Food. Food for the Cats and their well being. Getting on Manning's
nerves.
Food. Sleep. Food. More sleep. How to quell his boredom when not saving
the world and getting his rocks off.

                   
John fit into the last two categories. He didn't even have his own! 'He loves
killing two birds with one stone.' he thought as he walked for the door. "Hold
up there, boy scout." Hellboy called to him.

"What?" John asked looking over his shoulder. 'Little brat, my name is John.
God, no wonder I don't have my own category in his mind - I'm just another agent
to him.' he thought.

"What's wrong with you? Wake up on the wrong side of the flat bed this
morning?" Hellboy asked. John looked at the old truck the had been converted
into Hellboy's bed and made a face. "I know what you're thinking."

"Really?" John asked turning to him and crossing his arms. "How's that
possible?" Hellboy snorted and summoned John with his finger as he put down the
plate of bacon. John rolled his eyes and walked back over to the bed. "Do you
need more syrup for your pancakes?" he asked. 

"No."

"More butter?"

"No."

"Is the bacon cold?" John asked.

"No." Hellboy said as he licked his fingers clean. John looked around for a
moment, wondering what Hellboy needed.

"You out of kitty litter?" he asked.

"No."

"Cat food?"

"No."

"Toys?" Hellboy looked up at him, smirking about some joke he made in his own
head before closing his big yellow eyes and smiling.

"No."

"Do you want new sneakers?" Hellboy made a face.

"Why--

"If you want them any time soon I'll have to put in the order now. It's not
really easy finding size fifteens."

"Okay....no." John sighed heavily. He knew there was a better use of his
time. There just had to be.

"Why don't you just tell me what you want? That should be quicker." John
said.

"I can tell you but the task itself is likely to last a couple of hours."
Hellboy said. John made a face.

"Clean your own belly button! I am not falling for that again." he said.
Hellboy laughed remembering what a hilarious after noon that had been.

"That's not what I wanted. And the question didn't start with what I wanted.
Didn't you want to know how I knew what you were thinking?" Hellboy asked.

"Fine!" John said losing his patience. "What am I thinking?" Hellboy cleared
his throat and put his hands on his hips.

"That little brat didn't even notice I got my hair cut." Hellboy said mocking
John's slightly high voice. "Here I get all dolled up for him at eight in the
morning and all that monkey cares about is bacon. I bust my ass to make him
happy - literally. And I don't even get a 'you smell nice, John'." John glared
at him.

"My voice is not that high." he said putting his hands on his hips. He
quickly dropped them when he realized that's how else Hellboy had mocked him.
"And that's not what I was thinking."

"Okay, let me take another stab at it." Hellboy said and cleared his throat
again. "I want to be fucked." he said in his high, mock version of John's voice.
"Put down that bacon and eat me instead." John couldn't help but laugh.

"When have I ever used the word 'fucked' when talking about sex with you?"
John asked. "When have I ever said 'eat me' either?"

"You never remember the things you say in the heat of the moment. That's
hurtful."

"Or it just means you're really good at fucking." John mumbled. He suddenly
bit his bottom lip. He could feel Hellboy's sly glare. "What I meant to say-- is
that you think having sex would take a few hours?"

"What are you getting at?" Hellboy asked.

"Not to burst your giant 'ego' bubble but you don't last more than thirty
minutes." John said.

"Well after ten, you're crying about how you can't take anymore." Hellboy
said.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh Red! You're so big! Oh god! I can't *pant* I can't take much more! Uh! So
big!" Hellboy imitated John's voice again. He smirked seeing John's face turn
red. "And while we're on the subject, I cum so quick cause your tight."

"Well I'm not a whore. You're the first man I've been with!" John said crossing his arms. Hellboy stood up, making
John step back. John didn't even know he had just complimented him.

"A good attribute." Hellboy said and wrapped his stone hand around John's
back. He pulled him close, liking how John squirmed a little in his grip. "I'm
glad you've never let anyone inside you but me. It makes me feel special."

"Like you're not special enough?" John asked himself. He jumped when
Hellboy's left hand grabbed his ass and squeezed. "Ah!"

"You're all mine." Hellboy growled as he pushed his nose into John's hair. He
had actually gotten it cut the day before and Hellboy did notice. He noticed it
had gotten a little long and he noticed it was back to it's regular short length
today. And as always it was clean, soft and parted to the side.

"Is...is this how you treat....treated Clay too?" John asked trying to keep
his voice steady. "And the others before him?"

"No." Hellboy said letting go of John's ass. He moved his hand to the front,
snapped open John's belt - breaking it. Popping his slack's button off and
ripping the zipper from it's seam. John tried not to frown as Hellboy ruined his
clothes. He liked it when Hellboy ripped them from him. The only problem he had
was with replacing them. "Only you." Hellboy whispered in his ear.

"Unh!" John grunted when Hellboy's warm hand crept into the front of his
slacks and boxers and rubbed his quickly growing erection. John brought his
hands up and grabbed the front of Hellboy's shirt, trying to keep himself
from swaying.

"You're special." Hellboy whispered to him. John jerked forward
when a stone finger suddenly jabbed into his crevasse. He ran into the wall that
made Hellboy's body and bit his bottom lip. "See how hard you make me." John
moaned and moved his left hand down to stroke Hellboy's full erection. It really
was big. About the length and circumference of a tube of Pringles, including the
uncut head. John looked down and smiled seeing it so perfectly outlined in
Hellboy's leather pants.

"Let's get these off before it makes an imprint." John said looking up at
Hellboy as he slowly undid the belt and zipper. For some reason they looked at
each other intensely until John was done. Hellboy then leaned down and
kissed him on the lips. Pushing his tongue into John's mouth when he opened his
lips. But John suddenly pulled away. "Oh, but your food will get cold."

"So?" Hellboy asked lifting John off the ground. "Shoes." he said. John
looked at him for a moment before he pushed his shoes off with his feet. As
Hellboy moved back towards the bed he pulled John out of his jacket. John just
held on to his big shoulders and moaned when Hellboy started kissing his neck.

"Ah!" he yelped when he was suddenly dropped on the bed. He watched Hellboy
get undressed. Fascinated by the dance of red muscles as they were revealed.
When Hellboy was out of his pants he reached for John's and pulled them off.

"Hey!" John complained when Hellboy ripped his boxers from his waist.

"I love that sound." Hellboy said referring to the ripping fabric. "Rrrrriiiipppp!"
he said as he tore them again and smiled before he discarded them over his
shoulder. "Stop whining, you told me last week you didn't like that pair."

"....." John only grunted in reluctant agreement.

"I know what will cheer you up." Hellboy said smiling wide. John pushed
himself up on his elbows and waited for the kiss he expected but instead Hellboy
headed down his body. Giving John's erection a long, slow lap with the flat of his
tongue.

"Ah!" John yelped. Hellboy smirked seeing John's thighs twitch from
the unexpected sensation. Hellboy sat up
and rested back on his legs as he took one of John's ankles in his right hand.
He brought it up to his eye level and looked at John's foot until John looked at
him. He gently pinched the fabric of John's sock before pulling it from his pale
extremity. Hellboy admired John's impeccably well trimmed nails and clean soft skin before licking the arch of his foot. "Oh...." John's toes curled inward. It felt
so strange, like stepping on a piece of warm watermelon.   

"Mmm." Hellboy growled as he pushed his tongue between each toe before taking
the big one in his mouth.

"Oh god, that tickles!" John half laughed half moaned. It turned into all
moans as Hellboy started to kiss his way up John's leg. He was shaking with
anticipation by the time Hellboy reached the junction where his thigh met his
hip. He let Hellboy spread his legs and lift his buttocks. He knew what was
coming. He always did, but it still felt strange. "Mmm!" But despite the odd
feeling of Hellboy's tongue pushing into his ass he moaned and brought his legs up
to his chest to give Hellboy better access. "Yes!" the cry left his mouth before
he had time to stop it. Something more solid than Hellboy's tongue had breeched
him.

"Like that huh?" Hellboy asked as he moved his index finger in and out of 
John's tight entrance.

"Yes--Ah!" John's response was cut short when Hellboy added two more fingers.
"Not so fast." he gasped. "Oh god! He arched into the thick digits as they
wiggled around inside him.

"Ready?" Hellboy asked after a few minutes of watching John. He reached under
one of the pillows on the bed and carefully pulled out a bottle of lube. He
tried not to break the cap with his stone thumb as he flicked it open. He spread
his flesh fingers, pushing John's tight muscles apart and poured some of the
semi solid liquid into him.

"Ah!" John squeaked. All too soon the fingers left him. He watched Hellboy
spread some of the lubricant on his cock before positioning the large organ at
his entrance. John couldn't believe how easily it glided in. He could feel it,
the pain was unbelievable but it was dwarfed by how much pleasure it brought
him. "AHHHH!" he screamed tossing his head back. He couldn't watch anymore.
Hellboy however had no problem watching his length disappear inside John tight,
soft heat.

"Unh!" he growled loudly when he was finally fully seated inside John. It
amazed both of them that he could fit all the way. "You're incredible!" Hellboy
wanted to wait for John to adjust to his girth but he couldn't help himself. He
pulled back and plunged into John as hard and fast as he could. John's body
convulsed and shook around him. Hellboy's eyes rolled back before he closed
them. John was paradise. Tight, warm, wet paradise. He was more important than
anything to Hellboy. Not just because he brought him food and not just because
he let Hellboy fuck him. Hellboy looked down at John as he screamed and cried.
There had always been something about him.

"Not so fast!" John gasped, finally finding the strength to talk and bring
his hands up to push them against Hellboy's chest.

"Sorry, squirt." Hellboy said, ceasing his movement. He came down on top of
John and kissed his red little cheeks before giving him a long affectionate kiss
on the lips. "You're so incredible, I couldn't help myself." he admitted.

"It feels good.....just slower, okay?" John asked wrapping his arms around
Hellboy's shoulders.

"K." Hellboy said and like John wanted - slowly started rocking his hips back
and forth.

"Uw!" Hellboy smiled when John puckered his lips and let out the little
mewl. He arched into Hellboy and held on tight with his arms. "Oh, that's
it...." he sighed. Hellboy could feel John's legs tighten against his sides.

"That your spot?" Hellboy asked going a little faster.

"Yeah!" John moaned loudly.

"Good?"

"So good!" John moaned and started bucking against Hellboy. "That's all I
needed....I'm want it hard now." Hellboy smirked at the statement and resumed
his fast movements. Liking the noise his thighs made when they smacked against John's
ass. "Oh!"

"Your so good, babe." Hellboy moaned. "So hot and damn tight." He thrust in
harder and faster, wanting to hear John scream more.

"Unh!" John put his head back and moaned. Each thrust of Hellboy's
massive cock inside him, burned along every sensitive nerve ending sending the sensation through out his body.
It was amazing. And even though Hellboy mocked it - he loved it when John told
him so. "Red!"

"Yeah...." Hellboy answered looking down at John. He used his flesh hand to
smooth John's sweat drenched hair back out of his face.

"You're so thick." he gasped, trying to keep his lip from quivering from the
intensity of Hellboy's next thrust into him. Hellboy smiled warmly as he came
down on top of John again.

"You're just tight." Hellboy said changing the angle of his thrusts a little.

"Ahhhh!" John's scream reached a new pitch.

"I know that tone." Hellboy panted. "You're close."

"...so close." John wined. Hellboy jerked when John tightened even more
around him.

"Damn, you're gonna squeeze my dick off, squirt!" Hellboy growled.

"Oh yeah!" John moaned arching up. "Hellboy!" The sensitive head of his dick
rubbed against the ridges of Hellboy's abs, the only touch needed to send John
spiraling over the edge of his orgasm. "Ah! HELLBOY!!"

"John!" Hellboy gasped his name as he climaxed seconds after John's body
started to contract around him.

"Oh god....." John whined feeling Hellboy cum inside him. "There's always so
much." he said as he felt himself fill to the brim and spilled over.

"Whoa, his cup runneth over." Hellboy said as he withdrew. He leaned down and
kissed John.

"Mm....that was amazing." John murmured as Hellboy kissed and nuzzled his
neck. Large red arms wrapped around John as Hellboy cuddled up to him
affectionately. He sighed and purred until their moment was interrupted by a
loud growl. They both looked down at Hellboy's stomach as it made it's hunger
known. He looked at John pleadingly. "Go eat." John sighed.

"Yeah!" Hellboy cheered before kissing John quickly. He bounced to the end of
the bed and pulled the first cart of food to him. "Mm!" Hellboy hummed as he
swallowed the first mouth full of grits. "I almost forgot." He looked at John and smiled. "Thanks
Hun. I love
you." John looked at him for a moment before he smiled as well.

"Love you too, Hellboy." John said. Hellboy grabbed his ankle with his tail
and pulled him down the bed.

"Eat with me?" he asked pulling the cart so John could reach it too. John
smiled wider.

"I can't believe you put me before 'food' number one." John said thinking
back to the list he made earlier.

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

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Author's note: To answer that question in your head: Yes, I was eat Pringles
at the time. And the Original flavor Pringles can is red.....I never said I
wasn't weird.