14
Chuck Is Extra
“ W hat the actual fuck, dude?”
“You do not like it?” This causes an uncomfortable sensation inside me that I do not care for.
“No, no. It’s not that I don’t like it. I was just not prepared. Like even a little.”
Over the past week I have learned many things, primarily that I do not care to exist without my chosen human. Without him I was both bored and agitated, the combination of which, perhaps, made me go temporarily insane. But with Travis here, I feel much better. I also can see that maybe I went a little too far.
“There were songs,” I say, trying to justify myself, “with instructions. Halls require boughs of holly.”
“Uh huh,” Travis says, looking around. “This is way more than holly.” Then he says something that makes everything okay. “I like it, though.”
My lips curve into a huge grin. “Then it was worth the effort.”
I have covered all the floors with a fluffy material that is supposed to simulate snow. There is a forest of pine trees in here of various sizes, but artificial ones. Charles wouldn’t let me get any of the real pine trees that had been cut down for this purpose and in the end, this was less expensive, anyway. I decorated every single tree, stringing lights, hanging ornaments, and swathing them with beads and ribbons and bows. The hot tub is flanked on one side by a family of penguins and the other by a polar bear wearing Santa’s hat. Presumably after he’d eaten that jolly old elf, the bear had stolen his hat. I hung stars from the ceiling and everything is lit with small, twinkling lights.
“Tell me you didn’t go this far in the kitchen.”
I keep my mouth shut and lead Travis there.
“Well, it’s a good thing we have food delivery,” Travis says, “because there won’t be any cooking in here.”
He has a point. The countertops are loaded down with gingerbread houses, jars of candy canes, tiny trees, more lights, pine and holly boughs, and each cabinet door has a wreath.
“But you have to admit it’s festive.”
Travis kisses my cheek. “It’s festive dialed to eleven. Show me the rest.”
It occurs to me that having a mannequin with a beard and a Santa hat in the shower might have been going a little too far, so I steer Travis to the inner nest. “Per your suggestion, I obtained a bed.”
“It’s a sleigh bed,” Travis says.
“Yes.”
“That looks like an actual Santa sleigh.”
“That was the idea, yes.”
“Chuck?”
“Yes, Travis?”
“I don’t think we’ll both fit on it.”
I frown at the sleigh bed. “It is smaller than I’d imagined,” I concede.
“I think it’s for a pet, Chuck. Like a cat or a small dog. Not two men. Not even if we cuddle really close.”
“I did keep all the stuffed cloth bags,” I point out.
“That you did.”
“You don’t like it,” I say, feeling crushed. All that work. All that hope that I’d figured out Christmas. All for nothing.
“Hey, my dude. Chuck. No. I do like it. I think it’s crazy and amazing and beautiful. And kinda goofy. It’s awesome. But we can’t really live in it, you know?”
Sadly, I nod my head. “I have failed.”
Travis leans his forehead against mine. “No, you didn’t fail. You did great. Well, except for the bed, but that’s hilarious. That is something we’ll talk about every Christmas and laugh our asses off about it.”
“We will?” I feel like doing that very human act of crying and I don’t know why.
“We totes will. Every single year. I promise. Now, you did all this work and I don’t want to mess it up. How about you let me play Santa now? I’ll put us up in a hotel but we’ll sleep here Christmas Eve and open presents in the morning. But until then, how do you feel about a nice suite with a view of the lake? We can go ice skating and whatever other Christmasy shit you wanna do. Or we can lie in bed all day and watch Christmas movies. Or fuck.”
“That all sounds nice. Especially the third option. I would like to partake in the third option as soon as possible.”
“Okay, my horny alien. Let’s see what Santa can pull out of his sack.”
Later that evening we’re in a large hotel suite at the top floor of a hotel downtown. I look out the window at all the shining lights below us and see that it’s started to snow. Travis sits in a cushioned chair and I get myself ready for him while he watches.
“That’s it,” he croons at me. “Deeper now.” I can hear the wet sounds of him stroking his cock and I want to turn around, but I promised I’d keep looking out the window. “Work in the second one. Slowly, now. You can do it, baby.”
Carefully I start fucking myself with two tentacles instead of just one. I wonder if any of my people have discovered the same pleasure and joy that I have with my human. I hope so. Even Charles is content, loving the thickness stretching us wide.
“Show me your hole, baby,” Travis says, his voice raspy. “I want to see.”
I spread my cheeks wide and show Travis my hole. “Am I ready?” I ask.
He stands and walks over to me. When he’s close behind me, he fingers my rim. “Oh, yeah. Put your hands on the glass.” I do and he positions my body where he wants it then surges inside me with one deep stroke. “Fuck yeah,” he groans, burrowing his face against my neck and biting me there.
I’m so close to coming that I have to grab my organ and squeeze it until the urge goes away.
“That’s it, baby. Milk my cock dry.”
I reach back with my lateral tentacles and find Travis’ ass.
“What’re you up to, Chuck?” he asks, his voice gone raspy.
“Getting you ready,” I say, as my tentacle finds his hole, “for me.” I produce more lubrication fluid then slide inside him.
He cries out and pushes harder into me. We fuck each other, rocking back and forth, until Travis comes hotly inside me. I give him a moment then I pull away and swap our positions.
“Fuck, it’s snowing,” he says, then cries out, “Fuuuuuck,” when I push my cock or dick inside him.
“Do you like that?” I ask.
“Fuck yeah,” he says, then, “Harder. Wreck me.”
I thrust into him as hard and deep as I can. I feel his spend dribble out of me and down my leg. I pinch his nipples until he whimpers and suck on the tender skin at the bend of his neck. It’s perfect. Completely perfect.
Travis cries out, coming again, and I let myself fall right after him. Just perfect.
He drags me into the bathing room where I see a large tub full of dihydrogen monoxide. It’s no longer hot but it’s the work of a moment to bring it up to a pleasant temperature. We sink into it, kissing lazily, and that, too, is perfect.
“Thank you,” Travis says after we’ve been soaking for some time.
“For what?”
“For you. For this. For being with me. For making this the best Christmas ever.”
“I believe Christmas is still two days away, is it not?”
Travis splashes me. “Know-it-all. Christmas, Chuck, is a state of mind. It’s not just presents and food and decorations. Christmas is… love.” His face, pink from the heat, turns pinker. “And don’t tell anyone ever that I said that. Get it?”
I don’t. There is so much I don’t understand and maybe never will. Love included. But now that I have it I’ll never let it go.
“I have you,” I say, “And that’s good enough for me.”