#FEEEEEEED HIIIIIIIIM

[fratello-rigatoni]

otherwise um. uh. um. aether makes copia a really really good burger.

*tap dances* its summer and i really miss good ole barbecues!! here ya go!!

Copia couldn't help the moan as he bit into the burger again. And then again. And a third time, before he finally managed out a, ”Cazzo, that's some good shit.”

Aether smiled softly and looked back to the grill he was tending. It was summer, the sun was shining, and Copia had suggested that a cool ”American-style” barbeque was in order. Really, it was just another excuse for him to park his ass close to the grill and watch Aether tend to the flames, mopping sweat from his brow. He knew Copia was salivating over the array of meats as well as the way the muscles in his forearm tensed as he used tongs to flip hot dogs.

It was distracting, the little sounds Copia made as he ate. The burgers were fairly simple: a thick patty seasoned with lots of black pepper, cheap mustard and ketchup and mayo, crisp lettuce and red onion, a slice of heinous processed yellow cheese that oozed down the sides. Nothing special, but Copia was eating it up as if he hadn't had food in days.

”Slow down, love,” Aether said, watching him go in for another bite. ”You're going to choke and then I have to leave the grill.”

Copia hummed and swallowed, tilting the buger to lick at the pinkish mess of condiments squeezing out the back. He had smudges of grease at the corners of his mouth. Dressed in a horrid tropical shirt and his red sweatpants, he certainly seemed to be having fun.

”We should do this more often,” he chirped, pushing the last of the burger past his lips. ”It's real fun, no? Getting outside, fresh air, fresh food. Maybe we make it a weekend event.”

He leaned back in his folding chair, stretching his arms back behind his head. As he did so, the white tank top he wore underneath the ugly shirt rode up over the swell of his belly. If Aether had been keeping track correctly, he had eaten at least 3 hot dogs, and 2 burgers. A can or two of cheap American beer had also gone down the hatch, and plenty of chips and dip.

”Mhm.” Rotate the hot dogs. ”That would be...very fun.” Press down on a patty.

Siblings, Ghouls, and the like were all lounging around. Someone had dragged a sprinkler from somewhere and Rain and Phantom were running around through the spray, shrieking and chomping like dogs.

Dew trotted over from where he'd been lying under a tree with Cirrus and Cumulus. ”Yo, hot dog for a hungry fella?”

Aether began to reach for a freshly toasted bun when Dew simply reached over and plucked a sausage straight from the grill. He bared his teeth in a sharp grin when Aether grimaced, then reached for more.

”And for the girls. Thank yooouuu.”

The click of a lighter to his left caught Aether's attention. Copia was lighting up a joint, inhaling deeply and his eyes closed.

”Oooh, hey, lemme hit.”

Aether watched, heat pooling low in his belly as Dew trotted over to Copia, straddled him (somehow not awkwardly, despite the horrible folding chair and him brandishing un-bunned hot dogs), and let the joint be placed between his lips. Copia hummed and exhaled out a plume of smoke while Dew inhaled, his hands going to the Ghoul's narrow waist. When it was Dew's turn to exhale, he did so long and slow, and Copia breathed in the smoke.

”Thank you, Papa,” Dew purred, kissing Copia's cheek with a smack before hopping up and trotting back to the others waiting for him.

Copia sighed contentedly and slouched in his seat, gaze drifting back to Aether. He waggled his fingers and the joint.

”Eh?”

”Oh, no thank you. Someone needs to stay sober and keep an eye on you.”

”Suit yourself.” Another long drag. ”Any chance I get another burger, grill master?”

Aether adjusted the temperature of the grill and then set to work. Toasty bun, condiments, patty and cheese, veggies, other toasty bun. He gave the top bun a little squish, watching the burger spring back before handing the plate to a grabby-handed Copia.

”Mmmf. Cazzo, cazzo, cazzo.”

It was difficult to direct his attention elsewhere, with Copia blatantly stuffing his face. The man was groaning almost obscenely, hunched over in his chair and cheek bulging with food. He was pink from the sun, and beer, and showed no signs of his appetite slowing down. Aether licked his lips as he gazed at his rounding belly.

”Here, drink something. Wash it down,” he added as he stepped over and extended an unopened beer.

Copia, still chewing, gestured with the buger in his hand. ”Do you mind?”

The tab popped up easily with Aether's claw, and he stepped closer to press the cold can to Copia's lips. He tipped it slightly, adjusting as his Papa gulped, unbreaking eye contact.

A dramatic gasp as he sat back, and then a muffled burp behind a fist. Copia blinked a bit stupidly and licked his lips, catching a stray droplet of beer.

”Grazie.”

”Of course.” A purr rumbled deep in Aether's chest, and he could feel himself flushing beneath his fur.

Copia went in for another bite, and his eyes drifted shut. The burger was still dripping hot grease, but he clearly wasn't bothered by it. His pink tongue darted out to lap at the excess, disposable-gloved fingers shoving fillings back in that dared to slip out the buns. When a glob of condiments splatted onto the plate in his lap he swept a finger through it and then sucked it clean with a pop.

Aether, admittedly, was already thinking about preparing another burger, just to have it ready as soon as this one was demolished. His eyes constantly drifted to the swell of Copia's middle. As soon as Copia was stuffing the last bite away, Aether took his plate.

”How about some hot dogs to shake things up?”