Get Beached 2020
Chubby!Sterek Part 3
Double dip, Barbecue & Summer Festival, 500-1000 words
“Get your Big Bad Wolf barbecue over here!” Stiles called out.
The crowds at the Big Texas Barbecue had been filtering through all afternoon, but Stiles, dedicated boyfriend that he was, was doing his best to make sure that Derek got as many customers as he could. Customers were potential votes, of course, and every vote put them closer to becoming the grand champions.
The real draw, though, if Stiles was honest, seemed to be Derek’s shirt. It wasn’t often you saw a 350lb man in a bright pink shirt, but it was even less likely to see a man that size in a bright pink shirt printed with a pigs face on it. Stiles couldn’t help but admire the way the pink fabric hugged Derek’s big round belly or his soft bouncy love handles, not to mention the perky nipples of his soft sagging chest.
The shirt had been a joke between Stiles and Derek, when Derek he decided to add barbecued pork belly to his repertoire, and Stiles had declared that Derek had long ago himself gained a pork belly. Stiles had ordered the shirt the next day, and his giving it to Derek had prompted Derek to change his barbecue business to Big Bad Wolf.
Derek wore the shirt with pride, a smile always across his round, chubby-cheeked face. A face that right at that moment was starting back at Stiles with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. Stiles had been caught daydreaming again.
Stiles stood up and shook his head. Well, who wouldn’t get a little lost staring at their significant other. Especially when said significant other had decided to wear shorts that absolutely hugged his ass cheeks. Stiles swore he could almost see the underwear beneath them from how tight the fabric was. Derek had to have been doing it on purpose.
“Get your pork belly barbecue here from the Big Bad Wolf!” Stiles called out.
Derek snorted as he cut and plated another serving of barbecue onto a plate. “I think the name gives you too much pleasure.” He teased.
“Are you kidding me?” Stiles asked, sidling you next to Derek, “I’m almost as in love with the new name as I am with you!” Stiles picked up an off cut of meat and held it up to Derek’s lips.
Derek opened his mouth to accept the fatty, porky goodness. “Mmmmm, I think you’re just mad you didn’t think of it first.”
Stiles threw back his head and laughed. “Derek, dude, you know me too well.” He leaned in and kissed Derek’s cheek.
“Um, excuse me.”
Stiles and Derek turned to look at the man in front of the table.
“Would you mind if I got a picture of the two of you together?” The man raised a professional looking camera. “I’m with the local newspaper and you two seem to be the talk of the contest.”
Stiles chuckled. “Uh, sure, dude!”
Derek smiled and nodded.
The man backed up and took a couple of shots of the two men standing arms around each other. On the last one, Stiles slid his hand down and grabbed an handful of Derek’s big butt, causing the other man to laugh out loud.
The photographer gave a shy smile as he took down the camera. “Um, thank you. And good luck with the contest!”
As the photographer walked away, Derek turned to Stiles. “And just what was that for?”
Stiles shrugged. “If you wanted me to keep my hands to myself, you shouldn’t have worn such tight shorts.”
“Mmhmm. You know, Stiles, these shorts weren’t this tight before we left California. And before you insisted we try every barbecue place in town.”
“Well, I guess it’s just true what they say, then, Der.” Stiles teased.
“What’s that?”
“Everything’s bigger in Tex-ASS!”














