Russian Roulette

It was one of the first times I had ever seen Jimmy blush. "...You don't have to eat that..." He mumbled sheepishly, glaring at Brian for a moment.

"Well I know it's true! I just informed her about it! No need to be embarrassed, Jimbo."

"...You WOULD know." I tried not to laugh.

"He told me!" Brian laughed.

"Bri... stop it. Babe, if I make you something will you eat it?"

"As long as it has your special sauce, I think she will." Brian couldn’t hold himself back.

"I'm going to give you my special sauce if you don't shut the fuck up!!" Jimmy warned.

"Sounds kinky!" Brian quickly ran from the room, laughing.

"...Now...what do you want to eat? Whatever you want, it's yours." Jimmy turned back to me, trying not to laugh.

"Nothing," I said as I rested my head on his chest.

"...Fine. I won't eat either," He said stubbornly.

"Jimmy... don’t let me stop you from eating," I sighed.

He shook his head, "Nope, I'm sorry. I won't eat if you don't."

"Why not?" I looked up as he picked me up and sat me on the counter. I brushed my fingers over his cheek.

"Because, if you don't eat and end up getting sick, then I'll get sick too. I'd rather be sick with you," He said softly.

"I wont get sick... I go days without eating, I'm fine..."

"Then I will be too," He shrugged simply.

"No... Jimmy you need to eat, baby..." I kissed him gently. Why was he doing this mind game with me?

"So do you," He mumbled against my lips before kissing me back.

"I don’t want to," I kissed him again.

"Then neither do I." He nibbled on my bottom lip lightly. "Then what do you want to eat?" he kept my bottom lip between his teeth, smirking at me.

"Nothing...!" I tried hard not to moan.

"What do you want to eat?" He repeated, sucking on my lip until it was swollen.

"N-nothing..." I murmured as he pulled away.

"Please...? Anything...it doesn't matter what it is..." He whispered.

"I...I don’t have any ideas or cravings right now... you pick something..."

"Well, you'll need some what of a bigger meal...hm...Steak?" He offered, smiling a little.

"I-I don’t know... are you going to cook it."

"Yup! And I'm a good cook, so don't worry." He reassured me.

"Okay..." I watched him go into the refrigerator. He got out a bunch of spices before getting it ready to grill. He motioned for me to follow him, and we went outside to their back yard.

It wasn't long before the steak was cooking away. "...I'm sorry..." He said out of the blue, keeping his eyes downcast. "...I shouldn't have gotten you involved in all this..."

"It's not your fault... I wanted to get in this..."

"Yeah...but you probably wouldn't have...if you knew what it was about..." He frowned.

"I...I dunno. I like you a lot..." I smiled sheepishly.

"...Enough to risk your own life?" He looked at me sadly.

"I haven’t tried to leave yet, have I?"

"No...but you're also not eating, and you have this horrified look in your eyes..."

"...Why am I expected to eat...?" I asked, looking down at the ground.

"Because...if you don't eat...you'll end up killing yourself. And I feel bad enough putting you through a game of murder...don't try and commit suicide on me, too..."

"I'm not trying to commit suicide, Jimmy... I just... I'm not hungry."