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Beep. Beep. Beep.
Spamton smashed his hand onto his alarm clock, silencing it with a groan. He blinked stickily, willing his tired body awake. As he heaved himself out of bed, he begun his morning routine on autopilot, barely conscious as he shuffled about his room. It was only as his eyes lingered on the calendar on his wall did he realise what day it was.
Friday.
He barked out a sudden laugh.
Friday!
At last! Spamton’s work week from hell was finally- nearly- over. Though, maybe work month from hell would be more accurate. He had never paid much attention to Christmas, but this year, he had been forced to against his will. Today, after the daily broadcasts, the studio would hold the yearly holiday party. Spamton shuddered. Throughout December, he had… discovered some things about his eccentric partner at the studio.
Firstly, he’d learnt that Tenna loved Christmas. And he meant really loved Christmas. To the point that he pretty much refused to talk or even think about anything else during the festive period. Spamton could die happy if he never had to hear another word about baubles or advent calendars ever again.
Secondly, he’d learnt that this obsession drove his tightly-wound costar into an even more controlling version of himself- and that was saying something. The studio had morphed into a festive panopticon, where one garland out of line or one unfortunate slip of the tongue could send its Lord into a rampage. Under Tenna’s holiday tyranny, everything had to be completely perfect. Otherwise, he’d either start firing everyone around him, break down crying, or if you were exceptionally unlucky, both.
And thirdly, he found, as he watched him gaze out towards the Lightners huddled around the warmth of his screen, that Tenna carried a deep, desperate longing to preserve these moments during the holidays. Moments where he really, truly, felt like part of the family. This need had curled itself like a snake, constricting his body into a ball of anxiety that, unfortunately for his employees, had turned him into the most insane party planner imaginable.
As Spamton slipped into his car, he felt his nerves rise in his chest as he carefully placed his bag on the passenger seat. He grumbled to himself as he sped off towards the studio. Truthfully, it wasn’t Tenna’s constant yapping about the magic of Christmas or his terrible leadership that made Spamton have such an unbearable month.
No, it was something much more embarrassing. Against all reason, Spamton had driven himself crazy trying to… get his idiotic business partner a present. It wasn’t like him at all. Gift giving went totally against his nature. It was just small-time charity: he really didn’t see the point.
But when he heard Tenna speak with such reverence about the thoughtful gifts exchanged between the Lightners, there was such a sharp loneliness to his words that they seemed somehow to pierce Spamton’s heart. Ever since, he’d been haunted by the need to give him something. A gift that might allow him to feel at least the shadow of the joy he described the Lightners feeling.
He really hoped he’d succeeded, and the fact that he did made him pissed off. He needed to get a goddamn grip. It wasn’t exactly big shot behaviour to get all worked up over gift giving! He just needed to get over himself and chuck it at him, and then this irritating month would be over.
As he approached the studio, Spamton sighed. As much as it annoyed him, clearly this was important to him. He grabbed his bag and hurried towards the entrance, steeling himself for the day- and night- ahead.
***
Barely an hour in and the TV Time christmas party was already in full swing. Festive tunes jingled throughout the studio, threaded with cosy lights and tinsel along each wall. A group of Pippins were gathered cheerily around a table of food, laughing at some card game they were playing while Shuttah took their picture. Other members of the crew were chatting amongst themselves, while those that had lingered at the punch bowl started to catch the need to dance.
There was certainly a joyful atmosphere, but it sparked nothing in Spamton. He was still too busy fiddling with the bag by his side, eyes searching the crowd for the only person that particularly interested him in this place. His towering size made his absence from the party especially noticeable. Spamton pursed his lips. He wasn’t fond of the idea of partying with a bunch of Tenna’s lackeys without him. Supposing he would turn up eventually, Spamton slid onto a stool at the bar. He might as well get a drink in the meantime. After serving a Zapper who enthusiastically brought the drink he ordered over to the water cooler, Ramb approached him.
“What can I get you, luv?”
“Hm… something strong.”
Ramb chuckled, rubbing the glass in his hands with a rag.
“Looking for some liquid courage tonight?”
Spamton glared at him. He didn’t like this guy acting buddy-buddy with him, but he supposed it was just part of the schtick. Salesmen gotta sell, after all.
“I guess.”
Ramb glanced at him as he begun pouring his drink.
“…You waiting for Tenna?”
Spamton felt himself bristle.
“What’s it to you?”
Ramb laughed airily.
“Nothing much. Just wondering where he was myself.”
He slid a glass of amber liquid across the bar.
“Can’t imagine you find this place a lot of fun without him.”
Spamton snatched the glass, taking a quick swig. He was sticking his nose too far into his business now for Spamton’s liking.
“He can do what he likes.”
Ramb chuckled.
“You can say that again. Spending all of his energy on this party and not even turning up…”
“…I’m sure he will. He cares about it too much to not.”
“Maybe. But between you and me… isn’t it more relaxed without him? Maybe it’s for the best.”
Spamton looked up at him over his glass. He had a small smile on his face, making Spamton feel like he was waiting for him to admit to something. He grit his teeth. Before he could find a suitable reply, a loud BANG rattled the partygoers as the doors to the green room swung open.
“Oh, good God! Everyone!!! I am SO sorry!!!”
A flustered Tenna burst into the room, cheeks reddened as he caught his breath.
“Please don’t let me keep you any longer! The party can now-“
He paused, taking in the scene before him.
“Oh. You’ve already started,” he said, voice dropping with an awkward laugh. “Great! Haha, that’s… fabulous! Well. I’m here now, too, so… please continue!”
Ramb shook his head, chuckling.
“So much for that thought,” he said, watching Spamton finish his drink. “Go on then, luv. Don’t let me stop you.”
“I wasn’t going to,” Spamton grumbled as he slid off his chair into the crowd. He quickly made his way over to Tenna who, somehow, already looked out of place at his own party. His antennae perked up when he noticed Spamton approach him.
“Oh, Spamton-! Are you enjoying the-“
“Where the hell have you been?” Spamton said, cutting him off.
“Well! Hello to you too!”
Spamton narrowed his eyes.
“Don’t act like it’s not strange for Mister ‘This Is The Most Important Event Of The Year’ to be AWOL for the first hour!” He chided. “Are you okay?”
Spamton felt heat bloom on his cheeks. Come on. He was going to embarrass himself by seeming so bothered about this. Tenna looked at him sheepishly.
“Ah-! Um, well,” He leant a little closer. “To tell you the truth, I went to my dressing room to change before the party and… You know how it is, I sat down for one second! Next thing I knew, boom! An hour had passed!”
“You… fell asleep?”
“Oh, not so loud, Spammy, I’m embarrassed…!”
Spamton sighed. It was no wonder, really- as much as he’d made it everyone else’s problem, he had been working himself to the bone trying to make the season perfect, both here and for the Lightners. Tenna waved his hand dismissively before Spamton could speak.
“Worry not, my dear mailman! Now the party can really begin!” He flashed a practiced smile. “I’m sure everyone had a difficult time getting into the spirit of it without the host here… I really do feel terrible about that.”
Spamton glanced around at the attendees. They seemed to barely register their boss was here, let alone change what they were doing now he had arrived.
“I… don’t think you have anything to worry about.”
Tenna cocked his head.
“Well… if you say so! Now,” he declared, slapping his hands together. “Why don’t we get some punch?”
Never one to turn down more booze- especially considering the anxiety riddling his brain- Spamton nodded, letting Tenna lead him through a group of dancing Shadowguys towards the bowl. He served them both a healthy cup, before they drifted to the edge of the party. A gentle silence fell over them as they took in the atmosphere, buzzing with warmth around them. Spamton felt his heart start like a motor, sending a shiver through him as he turned to Tenna.
“I have something-“
“How are you finding the-“
They abruptly shut up at the same time after trying to talk over each other. Spamton snickered, a little awkwardly.
“Go on.”
“No, please, after you! You have something…?”
His heartbeat stuttered, and he suddenly felt all confidence drain from his body.
“Uh… Don’t worry about it.”
“Well now you’ve got me extra curious…”
“It’s seriously nothing.”
Tenna’s face brightened as he noticed the bag Spamton was gripping.
“Hmm, is it in there~?”
“Back off, cathode!”
Tenna whined, antennae drooping over his screen.
“Aw, but Spammy…”
Spamton wafted him away frantically, heat rising in his cheeks.
“I’m just curious…!”
“Get your nose out of there, asshole! Listen,” Spamton said, looking away. “Ask me later when we’ve… I dunno. Had more to drink.”
Tenna gave him an odd look.
“Hm… well… alright then,” he said, begrudgingly accepting this challenge.
“Good. What were you gonna ask, anyway?”
“Oh, just… What do you think of the party?”
Despite already being there for a while, Spamton hadn’t thought very hard about it yet. His eyes wandered over Tenna, who towered over him like usual. He wore a red shirt and a silly green tie that sparkled with little flashing lights. Spamton suddenly felt festively underdressed as Tenna looked at him expectantly.
“Spammy…?”
Now Tenna was here, it was like a door had been opened inside him to the rest of the party. The warm ambience seemed to finally reach him as the music filling the room washed through him. A mellow feeling rose in his chest, something between comfort and nostalgia that Spamton couldn’t place. Tenna fidgeted, starting to get nervous under his unspeaking gaze.
“Oh no… Is it that bad? Oh damn it, damn it! I wanted so badly for it to be perfect, for you- for everyone to like it! But if-“
“Oi, big guy! You never let me finish my thoughts!”
Tenna gasped.
“Y-you don’t mean… it’s actually even worse than that?! Oh, I’m never coming back from this, never! I’m an utter failure of a host-“
“Fucking hell, Tenna, shut up! It’s a great party and you know it!”
Tenna swallowed.
“…I do?”
“Of course you do, you idiot! You put all that work into it, not to mention how much you made your peons do, too… it was never gonna turn out shit, was it?”
Tenna looked surprised, before a small smile grew on his face.
“Sooooo… you like it then~?”
Spamton rolled his eyes.
“Ugh, always manipulating me into compliments…”
“I would never-!”
“Now you’re lying, too.”
“Ooh, but don’t you want to say it, Spammy~?”
“I don’t.”
“Reaa~aally?”
“Oh, God, fine! It’s a very lovely party, Tenna! I…” Spamton paused for a moment. “Well… y’know. I actually do like it. I think… the Lightners would love to be here.”
He cleared his throat as a little flower sprouted out of Tenna’s nose.
“Hey, now… I’m saying this under duress.”
Tenna giggled, sipping the last of his punch.
“You are? Well, don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on using it in court. But… hehe. Thank you, Spammy. That means a lot.”
“Yeah, yeah…,” he huffed, shoving Tenna lightly. “Don’t you have some hosting to do, or something?”
“Oh, trying to get rid of me already?”
“Absolutely, I’m sick of you. Go on, fuck off and enjoy yourself. It’s your party, after all.”
Tenna looked like he wanted to say something, antennae curling anxiously. He seemed to decide against it, instead swigging the last of his punch.
“…Alright, Spammy. Well then… I’ll come find you later?”
“Sure.”
“And… try to have some fun yourself, too!”
As he watched Tenna slip away into the crowd, Spamton couldn’t help doubting that he would.
***
His suspicions would prove correct as, quickly, Spamton started to lose track of how much time had passed. He’d schmoozed through some conversations with practiced ease, never dithering long enough for them to turn into much more than small talk. Eventually, he let his mind float away, leaving his body perched on the end of the couch, nursing his drink. He hadn’t seen Tenna in a while, but the party extended throughout the whole studio, so he supposed he could’ve ended up anywhere. It wasn’t until a young woman approached him- one of the weather forecasters, if he remembered right- that he felt his soul snap back to reality.
“Umm… you’re Spamton, right?”
Spamton raised his cup towards her in affirmation.
“That’s me.”
“Oh, hello… nice to see you.”
He didn’t exactly believe her, but Spamton was no stranger to niceties. He smiled.
“You too… Elnina?”
She looked a little relieved.
“Yes, that’s me. Um, I hope you’re enjoying the party.”
Spamton shrugged. “Sure.”
She shuffled a little awkwardly.
“Oh, well, good. Um, sorry about this, but… can I ask you a favour?”
That got Spamton’s attention. He didn’t do charity, but a good favour could always be repaid.
“Depends. What kind are we talking?”
“Well,” Elnina said, clearing her throat. “You’re… close with Tenna, right?”
Spamton wasn’t certain how to answer that, nor did he really want to. Especially not now he could feel the heat the question brought to his cheeks.
“I… guess you could say that.”
“Right,” Elnina said, giving him a suspicious look. “He’s, uh… maybe drunk a little much.”
Spamton chuckled. Well, that was hardly out of character for him.
“Could you go… you know, deal with him?” She smiled, slightly apologetic. “He keeps asking where you are.”
Spamton tried to stay composed as he choked a little on his drink. What was that idiot saying to people?
“Ah,” he said simply. “Okay.”
“He’s over there,” she said, gesturing to the ranked rooms. “So will you…?”
“Fine. Yes. Take this,” he said, thrusting his cup at her before hoisting himself out of the couch cushions. He started to scurry away as fast as he could, surprising Elnina.
“Oh-! Ah, thank you, Spamton!”
He waved at her noncommittally, shoving his way through the party. He nearly collided with the other weather guy as he approached, startling the both of them.
“Ah-! Elnina found you? That’s good. He’s fine, just…” He trailed off, eyes drifting behind Spamton’s head as he searched for his partner in the crowd. Spamton didn’t wait for him to continue before shimmying past him into the room he’d come from. The music was slightly louder in there, with some members of the crew dancing happily along or getting more handsy in little pockets of the room. His eyes quickly landed on the man he was looking for, who looked like he had melted into a chair in the corner.
“Tenna?”
Tenna glanced up woozily before his whole demeanour brightened upon seeing who had called his name. He made a grabbing motion with his hands towards him.
“Spammy~!!! I missed youuuu!!!”
Spamton huffed, embarrassedly glancing around at the other partygoers.
“Tenna, I was only over there… you could’ve just come and found me,” he grunted, failing to hold back his smile.
“Nuh uh,” Tenna said, shaking his head droopily. “Couldn’t…”
“Why, you forget how to walk?”
“Nn… No.” His head drooped. “Buffet was in here. Too much…”
He let out the most piteous whimper Spamton had ever heard. He couldn’t help but chuckle fondly, patting Tenna’s arm.
“Oh no. Lord of screens, beaten by a tummy ache…”
Tenna nodded, still sniffling.
“I might really die… a prison of my own making…”
Spamton swallowed down the lump in his throat, trying to keep his paranoid mind rooted in reality. He nudged Tenna lightly with his elbow.
“C‘mon, big guy… don’t waste all your hard work by spending your party moping.”
A bulb seemed to light in Tenna’s brain as he gasped loudly. He scooped Spamton up in his hands and abruptly rose to his feet.
“Woah-!”
“Spammy!!! Let’s go dance!!!”
Spamton laughed incredulously.
“I thought you were in pain!”
Tenna shook his head, face glowing happily.
“I’m better now! And just in time for us to get groovy together!”
“You are really insane.”
“Pleeeeease, Spammy? I love this song!”
“Alright, alright, put me down.”
Tenna quickly plopped him back on floor, looking at him like an expectant dog.
“Come on then,” Spamton muttered, straightening out his clothes.
Tenna hurriedly grabbed his hand and led him to the impromptu dance-floor that had formed. He begun to dance excitedly, despite his slightly wobbly legs. Spamton wondered where on earth he got all that energy from. Tenna leant down and took his hands in his, though he practically had to bend in half to make the position work. It looked… ridiculous.
Spamton suddenly broke into peals of giggles at the situation. He was, admittedly, also a little drunk, and as Tenna wiggled his body to the music, he couldn’t help but move with him, laughter filling the space between them as they danced. Though their rhythm was totally off and they couldn’t have been more mismatched dance partners if they tried, Spamton felt happy tears prickle in his eyes. They spun and whirled around stupidly until the other partygoers felt like they melted away, leaving only two tipsy men and their mess of flailing limbs. As Tenna tried to dip him at a moment in the song that was hardly climactic enough for a dip, Spamton looked up at him through waves of wet laughter.
“I understand!”
Tenna twirled him like a top, smiling widely.
“Understand? What?”
“Why you like it,” he said, trying and failing to spin him back. “Christmas. I feel… jolly!”
“Hehe, me too, Spammy! ‘Tis the season!”
He picked the smaller man up into his arms again, wheeling him around in the air like he weighed nothing. Spamton spluttered, laughing in surprise.
“I like it-! I wanna do it next year.”
It was Tenna’s turn to giggle at him.
“It’s not over yet, Spammy! We can dance the whole night away!”
“Yeah! No one can stop me now, baby!”
“Hahah-!! That’s the spirit!”
Though they really did try, their stamina eventually won out over their enthusiasm. Their dance moves slowed until Tenna was the first to finally give out, pausing with his hands on his knees. Spamton laughed, leaning against him as they caught their breath.
“Ah… haha… Tenna. Let’s… go sit somewhere. ”
Tenna looked up at him, his screen glowing rosily.
“Hah… okay.”
Spamton quickly snatched up his bag from where he left it, feeling his heart skip in his chest again. He nosed his way through to the room where contestants would play Tenna’s boards, a decidedly quieter area than the rest of the party. He flopped onto the couch as Tenna followed behind him. A nervous energy seemed to come over him as he registered what room they were in.
“What’s up, cathode?” Spamton questioned, patting the space next to him. “Come sit.”
Tenna swallowed and nodded, joining him on the seat. He started to twiddle his thumbs, sitting rigidly as if trying not too take up too much space. Spamton frowned.
“Hey… why are you all worked up all of a sudden?”
Tenna’s antennae straightened in surprise, looking sideways at Spamton with a pink glow still dusting his cheeks. He cleared his throat quietly.
“Well, um.” He laughed, a little shaky. “Truth be told, this is where I… prepared a present for you.”
Spamton blinked.
“Really?”
“Aha… hah. Yes, but… last minute, I. Well. I realised it was probably too much, so…”
He tugged on one of his antennae.
“Really, I wasn’t… going to show you. D-don’t get me wrong-! I actually got you something better, um, some excellent merchandise and a nice wine, so! Haha! You can still have a perfectly appropriate gift for you! For my partner, in business! Haha-! Ah…”
He trailed off, a soft silence falling over the room save for the muffled music outside and the sound of Spamton clutching his bag closer to his chest. Noticing, Tenna tilted his face towards him.
“Um. So… what is in that bag?”
Spamton opened his mouth to speak, but Tenna quickly interrupted him again.
“And don’t say nothing! We’ve definitely had enough drinks for you to tell me now, right?!”
“I wasn’t gonna if you’d’ve let me speak, asshole!”
“Alright, alright, I’m just checking!”
Spamton huffed. His heart was drumming in his ears, but he was tired of listening to its nervous energies.
“I’m… in the same situation. As you.”
“As me?”
“Yeah. I’m also… thinking it might be too much.”
Tenna looked confused, before realisation dawned on his face, a little bud peeking out the end of his nose.
“You mean…?”
Spamton felt his face flush.
“Yes, you idiot. I do mean. You don’t gotta make it… more embarrassing.”
Unfortunately for Spamton, Tenna did the opposite, as the bud on his nose blossomed into a healthy red flower.
“Ugh, cathode… cut that out.”
“I can’t control it-! So it is a present…? For me?”
“No, it’s a present for Shuttah,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Yes, idiot, it’s for you.”
Spamton was pretty sure if Tenna’s tail wasn’t tucked in his pants, it would be wagging by now.
“Oh… you really…! I-I mean…! Of course, I’m sure I’ll have tons of presents by the end of the night! Everyone here loves TV, after all!“
Spamton really doubted certain parts of that statement, but he kept his mouth shut for now.
“E-even so I… To know that you…” he trailed off, giving Spamton a wobbly smile. “I’m so glad.”
God. Spamton felt like he might explode from embarrassment, but… didn’t he feel the same, knowing that Tenna had thought of him too? Thought of him enough, even, to also be worried his present was too much… It made Spamton’s chest hurt.
“So, I suppose… even if you don’t want to give it to me-”
“Oh, fuck this! I can’t take it anymore,” Spamton blurted, thrusting the bag towards Tenna. “Just… open the damn thing.”
The larger man hesitated, tentatively taking the bag in his hands. As he opened it slowly, Spamton felt like he was going to be sick.
What he pulled out was a small canvas, just bigger than Tenna’s palm. Immediately, Spamton’s head started to race with anxious thoughts. Maybe he should’ve framed it- oh, who is he kidding, it definitely wasn’t good enough for that. Maybe this whole thing was just ridiculous-really, what kind of businessman makes a handmade present-
He startled out of his thoughts as he noticed Tenna’s hands start to shake a little, looking at his gift with an unreadable expression. Spamton shuffled in his seat, averting his eyes.
“I know it’s not great, but… I’ve been learning to paint, and, uh…”
He’d worked on his gift on and off throughout the month, trying to find a way to capture a feeling like the gifts shared between the Lightners. He’d tried making something pretty, but it only felt hollow. He’d tried something more festive, but it never rang true. In the end, he decided not to overthink it.
He’d painted a little scene of Tenna’s living room, as warm and cosy as he could make it, dipping into yellows and browns as he traced the planes of the furniture. He’d mixed some greens and reds for the tree, and though they’d muddled together a little, it stood proud in the corner as a mark of the season. He was never good at drawing people, so he’d settled on shapely blobs that he hoped gave the impression of the family of Lightners and their friends, huddled together on a chilly morning. In the centre, he’d chosen his brightest yellow, pure like a star, and painted Tenna’s happy screen in the centre, glowing warmly over the children on the floor. And, of course, he had to include the light blue shade of the laptop screen, perched on the floor nearby- after all, what was a good Christmas without the mail?
He blushed, suddenly feeling deeply self conscious.
“It’s supposed to be… well, um, I hope you can tell.”
Flickers of static started to fall from Tenna’s face like tears, making Spamton’s heart catch in his throat.
“I… uh. Christmas is important to you, so…”
Spamton abruptly found himself being crushed into Tenna’s chest, enveloping him in a murderously tight hug.
“Ow-“
Tenna quickly let go upon hearing his squeak of pain.
“Spammy,” he said, voice wet and quivering. “I…”
“I, um… wanted you to be able to look at that scene even when it wasn’t Christmas, you know…? So-”
Spamton was quickly silenced with a pair of warm lips pressing against his own. He made a little noise of surprise, and, before his mind could catch up, his body decided it wanted to kiss back. He laced his hands around Tenna’s neck, gripping the back of his collar as his mind finally fell quiet, with only the rhythm of the party on the other side of the door and the sound of Tenna’s breathing reaching him.
As the two melted into the couch, they quickly became a tangle of limbs, desperate to hold as much of each other’s bodies as they could. They only broke apart when Spamton was struck with a sudden thought, pulling away from Tenna reluctantly.
“Ant… y-your present…?”
Tenna hovered over him, face flushed and frazzled.
“Ah… s-sorry Spammy… I’m being selfish when you’ve already given me so much, but,” he said, interrupting himself with hurried kisses against Spamton’s lips. “W-would you let me, um-! Do something else right now? I-it will still be there after, or tomorrow…”
Spamton laughed fondly as Tenna pressed more kisses against his neck, tickling him.
“Haha… How greedy of you-!”
Tenna hummed, needy and low against his skin.
“Mmh, It’s true, I know… I’m being unfair, especially after such a beautiful gift…”
Spamton’s breath caught in his lungs as Tenna sucked a little bruise into the flesh of his neck.
“But I can’t help it… I really can’t, you- you do something to me… s-so please,” he whispered, pulling back to look Spamton straight in the eyes. “Please… let me thank you right now.”
“Ah-“
“Please, please-! Oh, Spammy, I’ve wanted you all night… You’re all I’ve been thinking about,” he pleaded, punctuating his words with more kisses pressed along Spamton’s face and neck. “I want… I need to share my feelings, here, and now… please let me!”
Spamton could hardly argue with that. He grabbed Tenna’s stupid festive tie and yanked him against him, locking their lips together again heatedly.
“Okay,” Spamton said quietly against his lips. “As long as you promise you won’t chicken out of showing me what you actually got me.”
Tenna smiled giddily, nodding as he moved his hands to hold Spamton’s waist.
“I promise.”
“Alright then. I accept your… thank you gift, or whatever we’re calling it.”
With an expression of utter thrill, Tenna quickly unbuttoned Spamton’s slacks, yoinking them down to his ankles in one smooth motion. Spamton yelped in surprise as Tenna wasted no time in slipping his hand under the waistband of his underwear.
“Ah, Tenna-!”
“Oh, Spammy… gosh… you’re already so hard here,” he said, pushing his fingers against the swollen head of his clit.
“…And then, here…”
His fingers curled further into his underwear, making Spamton squirm underneath him.
“…Here, oh, you’re so wet for me already… Ahh, you’re already being so generous, and yet you keep giving me more gifts…”
“Gah… I-I thought you wanted to give me a gift now…”
Tenna chuckled, rubbing his fingers against his slit.
“Oh, I want to, Spammy. I promised, right?”
He moved his fingers forward, circling them teasingly in a way that made shivers of pleasure shoot down Spamton’s spine.
“Ahh~!”
“That’s it… I’m gonna make you feel good… okay?”
As Tenna peeled his boxers away, Spamton’s heart thrummed firmly in his chest as he listened to the music of the party, continuing on without them. Though he doubted anyone was going to come in here, the thought that the partygoers were so close yet so oblivious to what they were doing made a little thrill run through Spamton’s body. Now naked from the waist down, he kicked off his shoes with his clothes, looking up at Tenna coyly.
“If you say so,” he said. “Don’t expect me to do much, though!”
Tenna laughed softly.
“Not at all… you’ve done more than enough,” he purred, lifting Spamton’s legs over his shoulders with ease. “Let me take care of you, Spammy.”
He dipped his head between Spamton’s thighs, running his tongue along his slit hungrily. Spamton let out a low groan, relaxing into Tenna’s mouth as he sucked and kissed at his sensitive skin, burying his nose into the hair below his navel. Dizzy from the alcohol and the drop in adrenaline from finally handing over his gift, it wasn’t long before he felt as pliant as dough, moaning and writhing under his touch.
“Ahh, Tenna, fuck-!”
He let out a shout as Tenna pushed his tongue into him, eating him out like his life depended on it. The thought that he should try to be quiet crossed his mind, but he quickly discarded it. Someone would have to be trying really hard to hear them all the way over here. And you know what- who cares if they were! Let them! It’s Christmas!
Spamton grabbed hold of his antennae, tugging on them like an anchor as he arched his back in pleasure. Moaning desperately between his legs, Tenna thrust his tongue deeper into him. He held onto Spamton’s thighs like a vice, losing himself in pleasuring his partner while absently grinding his clothed dick against the couch. He was breathing heavily through his nose, antennae twitching and trembling under Spamton’s grip. Spamton felt like maybe it was time to throw him a bone.
“Ah, Tenna, feels so good… So good to me, you’re- you’re doing so good…”
Tenna whimpered, muffled against Spamton’s skin. He somehow increased his fervour, lapping at him like a starving man.
“Oh, God-“
Tenna’s own mindless thrusts sped up, his whole body trembling with need, still diligently working Spamton with his mouth. His shirt had ridden up and his tail come loose, wagging frantically behind him. The pleasure between Spamton’s legs throbbed with searing heat, and suddenly, he couldn’t bear it any longer. He yanked Tenna’s head up by the antennae, pulling him off of him with a pop. His lips were blushed red and swollen, quivering as he heaved ragged breaths.
“S-spammy, are you oka-“
“Quick, take your pants off and lie down,” he grunted, feeling his head spin. “I-I need…”
Without waiting for him to elaborate, Tenna whipped his clothes off obediently, making Spamton giggle despite himself. He shimmied into position against the cushions.
“Like-like this?”
“Yes,” Spamton said, clambering on top of him. “Need to…”
“W-wait!” he protested. “I was gonna… th-this is your gift, right? Y-you shouldn’t have to do anything-“
“Shut up,” Spamton said, pushing him back into the couch. As he straddled his hips, he leant down and kissed his lips hungrily, tasting himself on his tongue.
“It is my gift. And right now, I want that,” he said, making Tenna squeak as he poked his dick. “Inside me. So you’re gonna lie back and let me use it however I want, got it?”
“Ah-! Yessir!”
Tenna went stiff as a board, holding his hands by his side rigidly. Spamton couldn’t help but laugh.
“C’mon, Tenna, I didn’t mean it so literally. You can still touch me.”
Sighing in relief, Tenna brought his hands to gently hold Spamton’s waist. Feeling impatient, and worried he might crumble if he looked at Tenna’s adoring face for any longer, Spamton hoisted himself up onto his lap. He positioned himself above him, supporting himself against Tenna’s thighs. Slowly and wordlessly, he sunk down onto him. He moaned as his body stretched to take his thick cock, panting heavily at the feeling. Tenna watched in awe, letting Spamton take his time as he sunk lower and lower until, finally, he was buried to the hilt inside of him. With a quiet sigh, Tenna stroked his lower belly reverently, feeling the small bulge where his cock pushed against his abdomen from the inside. Spamton whined under the pressure, feeling hot and desperately full. He clumsily started to move, chasing the friction of Tenna’s cock inside him.
“Ahh~ Oh, fuck~”
“Oh, God… S-spammy… You’re really so wonderful,” Tenna whispered.
“Aghh… s-so deep-! Tenna!!”
“Oh, you-! You’re- ahh!”
Spamton’s pace quickened as he started to think about nothing other than chasing his own pleasure. Tenna whined, tangled antennae falling over his face.
“That’s it, just like that-! Use me please, just how you want-!!”
Spamton choked out a shout as he slammed his hips down onto Tenna, craving the feeling of his cock thrusting into him. As he moved, Tenna’s gentle grip grew stronger, claws digging into Spamton’s flesh as he held him by the waist. Newfound energy fuelled his movements as he rode him, drawing desperate little noises from his partner beneath him.
“Spammy, d-does it feel good?!”
“S-so good, Tenna-! So-! Aahh~!!” He felt his eyes lose focus as a deep heat grew in his abdomen. “W-want you… so bad…”
Tenna whimpered beneath him, trying to restrain himself from thrusting upwards. He bit his lip, gazing up at his partner.
“Oh… S-spammy, I feel so good, I…”
“Ahh-!! Me too!”
“I-I mean-! If you keep going like this, I, I-“
Spamton glanced at him between ragged breaths.
“You’ll-?”
“I-I! It….! You’re gonna make me cum…!”
Spamton laughed from deep in his chest.
“I was right… You really are greedy…”
Looking sheepish, Tenna whined pathetically as he worried his lips between his teeth.
“C-can’t help it… you’re so… so sexy… f-feel so good-!!”
Spamton let out a low moan, moving in such a way to plunge Tenna’s dick deeply into his body.
“Then y-you’re lucky, Mr. Tenna… that I- I’m close, too…”
Tenna’s nails dug further into his skin, gasping desperate breaths.
“You are? P-please cum, Spammy! Oh, God, I want you to cum so bad! Please, please cum, I want you to feel so g- oh, fuck! Fuck, I’m gonna-!“
Tenna’s pleas were interrupted by his own sudden orgasm, writhing under Spamton as he cried out his name, finally giving into his urges and thrusting upwards into him. He sobbed as he came, deep and hard into his partner, rolling their hips together frantically. As if his ecstasy was contagious, Spamton too was pushed over the edge, screeching as quakes of pleasure shook through his body, savouring the feeling of his partner pumping desperately into him. Their voices met in a union of such piercing screams that Spamton wondered whether some unlucky (or lucky, he supposed) partygoer actually might hear them. As they gradually came down from their shared highs, Spamton collapsed forward onto Tenna’s chest, snuggling woozily into his shirt. Tenna stroked his hair, pressing a warm kiss to the top of his head.
“Ah… Happy Christmas, Spamton,” he murmured into his hair.
Spamton chuckled, but his heartbeat quickened in his chest. Thinking on it, that was the first time anyone had said that to him and he’d felt like it really… meant something. He wriggled tighter into Tenna’s arms, wishing that he could somehow burrow even closer.
“You too. Thanks… for my gift.”
“Hee hee, you’re welcome. I’ll give you another anytime~”
“Hmm, don’t get ahead of yourself. I haven’t forgetten that you owe me something else too…”
“I know. Your gift…” He sighed quietly. “Really, it made me so happy. I’ll give you mine too, Spammy. We can go tomorrow.”
“…Go?”
Tenna froze up a little, embarrassed.
“Um, yes, I… I made… somewhere. You know. Somewhere we can go together.” He laughed nervously. “It’s… honestly a bit embarrassing. You’ll see why I thought better of it.”
Spamton snickered, moving his head to squish the tips of their noses together.
“Aw, Tenna, embarrassing is your middle name.”
“No, it’s ‘Ant.’”
“What? There’s no way your first name is ‘Mister.’”
Tenna smiled fondly, giggling as he nuzzled his nose against Spamton’s.
“You can’t prove that~”
“Huh, I guess not. Well, if you’re happy having the stupidest name ever, then…”
“As if ‘Spamton’ isn’t just as stupid.”
Spamton smacked him on the side of the head, and the two tumbled sleepily into their familiar bickering rhythm. Nestled together, they laughed and teased each other into the night, before they could do nothing else but drift into quiet, comfortable dreams.