Ok, because I'm writing a Christmas special, that means I'll have to explain whatever did happen to Brandy... OR... I can make you guys wait until the next chapter because I enjoy tormenting you guys. So guess what I picked lol.
Anyways, this chapter should be about being happy and whatnot. You know, Christmas! I hope everyone's gotten and given many presents to loved ones!
Speaking of presents... you know what would be great? A donation to Nifty! Remember, there's no greater joy than the joy of giving!
And while we're talking about giving gifts, you can also give me a present by sending me emails. :D No? Wow... so mean T_T... But yeah, if you have the time, send me something! I can get lonely at times/curious about what others think of my story. And I'll never know unless you tell me. :o
I take suggestions, criticism (no flaming/hate mails), and even simple hellos.
Anyways, enough of my pre-story stuff; onwards to the story!
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Chapter 23 "Christmas is Here, Bringing Good Cheer"
Whoever told you that Brandy got off the hook is a dirty liar. Before I tell you about my amazing Christmas/Winter Break, here's how my devious, little plan worked out...
It was the middle fifth period when it all started... Mr. Gray made an announcement for Brandy to go to the office. Chris and I looked at each other and nodded; we knew we had to prepare ourselves for the worst. Nonetheless, as much as I wanted to know what happened, I couldn't. So, I let it slide and fell victim to the waiting game.
Soon enough, lunch arrived, and as I was walking across the school with Chris, my ears couldn't help themselves as they eavesdropped on those around me. The wind was Brandy, and why she was sent to the office. No doubt I knew about it, but... it's not really my place to blurt it out, as much as I wanted to.
So, Chris and I grab our disgusting school lunch and sit down with our fellow peers. Not much longer, Brandy stormed over, looking not so hot. (But then again, she never did to begin with).
"Dylannnn!" she shouts with increasing volume.
"Yes?" I exaggerate my sighs.
"That was your master plan? You told on me?!"
"What do you expect me to do huh? Fight you?" I shrug, "And besides, it was the mature thing to do."
"Well, thanks to your 'maturity,' I'm now stuck doing community service!"
"Not my problem. You brought it upon yourself. Who knows, it might be of some help to you," I suggest.
"Yeah right. How is this-"
"Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," one of the assistant principal comes by, interrupting her. "You're being too disruptive." He looks over at me and nods ever so slightly; I nod back in gratitude.
"Disruptive?! How am I being disruptive?!" Brandy challenges.
"Do I need to bring you into the office again? After what just happened?" the man states back, raising an eyebrow at her. Man, I need to figure out all of our staff's names; some of them never even popped out of their offices before. For now, I shall call him Bushy Brows.
Brandy glances around and finally gives in. "This isn't the last of it, you hear me?"
"Is that threat I'm hearing Ms. Parr?" Bushy Brows asks, "I'm concerned about Dylan and his friends' well-being at the school."
"...No..." Brandy meekly replies and leaves.
"Gentlemen," Bushy Brow bids goodbye after Brandy's out of sight.
"Thank you!" Caleb shouts to him as he's walking away.
"...Thank god!" Carrie lets out a huge sigh, "Agh! Finally! Some peace and quiet..."
"Tell me about it..." Matt rolls his eyes. "I never thought I'd actually say this, but your worked Dylan."
"Wow... some friend you are..." I pout. "But really, at least she won't be bothering us for the time being. Now, we just need to put phase two into action."
"Phase two? You mean there's more?" Bryan groans.
"Of course! See, I stopped her from harassing us anymore, but I still need to stop her from spreading false rumors about me and Chris," I explain to my friends.
"And just how do you plan on doing that?" Joey asks.
"You mean, what's already been done," I correct him.
"Huh?" Heather pipes in.
"Yeah, what she said," Joey adds.
"If I may I Chris, can I tell them about the messages?" I beseech from him.
"Oh... sure... might as well."
"Ok. So, Brandy's been sending some rather hateful messages to Chris over Facebook, and I've already shown it to Mr. Gray. Since it can be classified as a hate-crime, Mr. Gray will hopefully contact police about this."
"How do you know the police will be involved in this?" Matt asks.
"Because I overheard him muttering to himself about it. So..."
"It probably means he'll do it. You know how he is..." Heather reassures the group.
"Yeah... Anyways, 'rumors' about her will start 'spreading' when she doesn't come to school for the next few days," I continue with air quotes.
"And by 'spreading,' you mean-"
"Yep, she's not the only one who can use the winds to her advantage," I clarify the assumption Caleb was thinking of. "But of course, that's going to take a while. Hopefully, sometime in January, when we're back in school."
"Why so late?" Bryan asks.
"These things take time... for now, we know for sure that Brandy won't do anything rash, or should I say can't. We have what, two days before Winter Break? Rumors have to interlock between people for them to work; Winter Break will act as a buffer between the students, so hopefully, it won't be too bad when we get back, if she decides to spread the false rumors anyways."
"So it's a bet against time basically," Joey confirms.
"I guess you say that... for Brandy anyways," I said. "I mean, either way, the police will probably take her in for questioning; it all depends when. And when rumors about her start spreading, it'll either be people questioning about her rumors, or knowing that her words can't be trusted because she's been taken in."
"Smart..." Bryan whistles.
"Yeah, now we just pray the authorities don't decide to speed things up so quickly."
And that's how phase one of my plan worked out. I have to say, I was pretty scared about what might happen after Mr. Gray called Brandy in. I guess having a personal bodyguard at school is nice. +1 to you Mr. Gray.
Anyways... like I said before, it's another waiting game. So... let's talk about happier events. Winter break is here! Happy-smiley face Now I get to sleep in all day, e`ery day. And naturally, it's always with my Snuggle Bug. We've decided to alternate every two days. That way, we spend Christmas night at Chris's house, and New Year's at mine.
And for the first time for as long as Chris can remember, his parents have decided to host a Christmas Eve party. I guess it was because they liked meeting all of my friends' parents at the Thanksgiving party my parent's held back in November. Ah well, this just gives us an excuse to hang out even more. Plus, it'd be a great time to exchange presents.
Before I forget... a simple run down of the gift exchange between the gang. Everyone is to get a gift for everyone with a $20 price limit. However, the exception is that you can get whatever you wanted for your lover, no limits on that. I mean, come on, would it sound plausible to have a $20 limit for your boy/girlfriend? I think not.
Regardless, I talked to Wayne and Betty after dinner that day in secret about getting Chris a present. See, I needed their approval for something like this; they thought it was a great idea, so... yay for me.
So what day is it you might as? Well it's the morning of Christmas Eve silly! The first of the two days where I'll be sleeping over at Chris's house. On Dec. 26th, we'll move back to my parent's house and repeat the process again so that we'll be back at my house on the 31st.
Although today... something's off... I'm still in that half sleep mode, where I know I'm awake, but still in that groggy state. But that wasn't it. No... there's something... not right. Maybe Chris'll know what it is. Strange... why is he so fluffy?...
Then, it hits me. Where the hell did Chris disappear off to? I open my eyes and look around the room. Ok, so I was hugging Snowflake... Damn you Chris! You better not have taken a picture of this... But still, where is he? Just as I lift myself up into a sitting position, the bedroom door pushes open.
"Good morning Dylan!" Chris jollily sings while entering with a tray of food. "It's Christmas Eve morning, and I've made you breakfast in bed!"
I yawn and stretch the morning aches away. "You're full of rays and sunshine today. What time did you get up?"
"8 o'clock," he smiles, putting the tray in front of me. "Now eat up before it gets cold."
"Wow... did you make this?" There was scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and two pancakes on another plate with orange juice off to the side.
"Yep! You would not believe how long it took to get the meat done!" he flicks his wrist at me.
"You know what would make breakfast in bed even better?"
"What?"
"You back in bed with me."
"That can be arranged," he smiles wickedly.
"Before you do though, hand me a pair of boxers and shirt will ya?"
"Sure." He tosses me the items and climbs into bed . "There, better?"
"Much," I grin back after putting on my clothes. "Now let's see how amazing this tastes." I cut up a piece of bacon and shove it in my mouth. "Mmm... you've outdone yourself this time Chris."
"You're just saying that because you love me," he blushes.
"No, I'm serious. This is great!" I compliment while taking another bite. "Have you eaten yet?"
"Yeah... now where's the remote... let's see what's there to watch today..." He turns on the T.V. and flips through the channel.
After flipping through a few channels, he settles with something random. I couldn't care less; I mean, as long as he's next to me, I don't give a crap about what I'm watching.
Anyways, I quickly finish the rest of my breakfast (man did he make a lot) and slip on my shorts to put the dishes downstairs. Eh... I'll do them later... On the way up, I make a short detour to the bathroom to perform my morning duties. I quickly finish brushing my teeth and relieving myself and enter back into the bedroom. I plop down next to Chris and he scoots closer to me.
"So, what'd I miss?" I ask.
"Not much... That guy was chasing the girl because she 'stole' something from him to give to another guy. Now, the first guy's confronting her, and, of course, she's denying it."
"Oh."
"Yeah... I don't know... there isn't really anything good on to watch right now."
"It's fine," I reassure him and wrap my arms around him, scooting him even closer to me in the process.
"...I don't get this at all..." Chris states halfway through the episode.
"What? It's not that hard to get is it?" I ask, surprised, "I mean, it's a love triangle now with the girl in the middle who desperate for the douche bag while the good guy's trying his hardest to win her back."
"Then what's the with part where he throws a fit and slams the door on her?"
"Who, him?" I point at the screen.
"Yeah."
"Like I said, douche bag," I explain.
"Chris! You in here?" Wayne shouts from across the hall.
"Yeah!" he shouts back.
"Ah, there you are... Your mother and I are going for some last minute Christmas shopping. You'll be fine here with Dylan right?" Wayne questions.
"Mhm."
"Oh, and Dylan, here are the application forms. I've finally managed to get a copy of it before the apps officially open."
"Great! Just toss the folder here."
Wayne tosses the manila towards me and I catch it by clapping my hands together.
"Well, I'll be off now. Don't get too frisky while we're gone."
"Daaaaddd!... What did I say about this in front of Dylan!" Chris whines. Wayne chuckles and quickly slips out the door before Chris decides to chase after him.
"He does bring up a good point though..." I mumble.
"What?"
"If it's alright with you, let's satisfy our needs tonight after the party, ok?" I propose.
"Sure, but on one condition," he smiles 'innocently.'
"Oh? And what might that be?"
"What did you get me for Christmas?" he grins cheekily.
"You know I can't ruin a surprise."
"Aww... can I have a hint at least?" he begs.
"Hmm... tell you what. If you can find it before the party starts, I'll let you open it."
"Challenge accepted," he challenges and dashes off out the bedroom.
I shake my head profoundly at him. "Good luck," I smirk to myself. Little does he know, he won't be finding out what's he's getting for Christmas any time soon.
"Question," his head barges back in. "Can I at least have a hint as to what the container looks like?"
"Hmm... it's in a box that's been wrapped up"
"Ok, thanks!" And with that, he rushes out the door again.
"Gah! I've searched literally every nook and cranny of this house! Where can he possibly hide the damn thing?" Chris shouts in frustration as he's running back and forth looking for the presents.
Meanwhile, I'm sitting by the kitchen countertop, sipping on some hot lemon tea and eating some cookies that I made from scratch. Yum right?
"No, it can't be there... and I checked that area already... Where did you hide it Dylan?" he asks for the umpteenth time.
"My lips are sealed," I grin at him. "And you might wanna hurry; I believe our guests will be here any minute."
Right there and then, the door opens. "We're home!"
"Oh look, speak of the devil. You gonna keep looking?" I ask.
"Until the first guests arrives, I won't give up." Chris then dashes off upstairs to check who knows where. Seizing the opportunity, I slide over to the front door.
"Where is it?" I hush out to Wayne and Betty.
"Aren't you afraid of Chris finding out?" Betty whispers.
"Nah, I'm having him search around the house for it," I grin impishly.
"Oh that's priceless," Wayne snickers, "But yeah, it's in the car."
"Alright, we'll keep it in there for a while and play it by ear," I suggest. "Oh yeah, there's cookies in the kitchen if you want any."
"Oh thank you Dylan. Don't mind if I do then..." Wayne trials off as he wanders towards the kitchen.
"Anyways... I think now will be a good time to get the food heated up and ready," Betty announces once the two of us reaches the kitchen.
"Wow are these cookies amazing! You have to try some dear," Wayne exclaims.
"Maybe later. Right now, I need your help getting the stuff ready."
As Chris's parents are preparing the dinner party, Chris hops of the stairs and enters the kitchen.
"Want a cookie?" I ask Chris.
"No..."
"What's the matter hun?" Betty asks Chris.
"Oh nothing..." he sighs, "I just can't seem to find something."
"And what might that be?" Wayne asks, subtly hinting something.
"...It's nothing," Chris breathes out sadly and takes a cookie.
"I thought you said you didn't want one," I notice him taking one.
"Well I want one now," he sticks his tongue out at me. I roll my eyes at him and hear the doorbell ring.
"I'll get it," I offer and head towards the main entrance.
"Hey!..." Bryan, Carrie, and their family greets as I open the door.
"Hey guys! Come on in," I gesture. "Just leave your shoes by the side over here... Betty! Bryan and Carrie's parents are here!"
"Tell them to meet in the kitchen!"
"Well, you heard her," I smile at them.
"Hey Mrs. Tanner, Mr. Tanner," Bryan greets at the kitchen.
"Why don't you guys go into the living room or something while we adults chatter away?" his dad suggests.
"Whatever you say pops."
Instead of the living room, we decided to go upstairs into Chris's room since all the games were up there and it's quieter without old people constantly pestering us, not that they would anyways...
"Wow..." Bryan whistles upon entering the place. "I like the layout... it reminds me of a certain best friend's room when I slept over."
"That's because Dylan's the one who remodeled it," Chris proudly shows me off, acting like a five year old or something.
"Nonetheless, it's spacious, yet compact," Carrie joins in. "Oh yeah, before I forget... Merry Christmas you two."
"Aww... what'd you get me Carrie?" I bat my eyes at her.
"Well, open it to find out silly."
"Let's wait until everyone else gets here," I suggested. We continue chatting and soon (like about 30 minutes), the rest of our friends arrive with last but not least, my parents entering last. As if it were an unspoken rule, the underage went upstairs and eventually stop at Chris's room. Huh, I wonder where my sisters were...
"So? Present time?" Chris sparkles his eyes at me.
"Yes... present time..." I shake my head at him. Jeeze, he's been bugging me about it every time someone enters the room.
"Let's go downstairs to open them, since I left mine down there," Caleb tells us.
"Sure, let's go."
We all trample each other and race down the stairs. After shoving and pushing people aside, I finally make it out the door and skip down the stairs with ease. I make a sharp right and sneak out the front door before Chris can see me.
Once out the door, I open their family car's door and pull out the big box for Chris. Remember when I asked to talk to Wayne and Betty the other day? Now you know why (or you soon will anyways). Anyways, I'm sure he'll love my presents. Yes, you heard correctly, presents with an S.
I close the door, go over to my car's trunk, and pull out yet another box for Chris. Isn't he all special? I grab the remaining presents for my friends and quickly head back in because the first present's pretty heavy, not to mention the contains inside wouldn't stay still.
"So that's where you hid them!" Chris accuses me once I open the door. "You cheated!"
"Did I?" I smirk.
"Yeah, you did," he continues.
"How so?"
"Um... You, uh... I don't know! But you cheated," he insists like a five-year old.
"Ok-ok... whatever you say," I grin at him. "Anyways, do me a favor and bring these gifts over to wherever the others are."
"Which ones mine?" he pries, taking some of the load off of me.
"The biggest one, duh. Now go. your present's pretty heavy..."
As soon as he's out of sight, I quickly hide his second present inside the shoe closet. Can't having anyone finding it by accident now can we? If you know what I mean. With that done, I lift up the bigger box and carry it over to the living room.
"Wow... is that for me?" Chris brags, knowing all too well that it was his.
"No, it's for Caleb," I joke back.
"Wow! Really?" Caleb pipes in.
"Sure, only I don't think your parents will like me if you received it."
"Why's that?"
"One way to find out," I grin and push the box over to Chris. "Open it."
"...Why are there holes- Oh my god!" he jumps as the box shifts side to side a little. "What's in there?"
"Like I said, one way to find out."
Carefully and hesitantly, he undoes the ribbon and backs away. Sensing that there's no harm, he meticulously lifts the lid and everyone peers inside.
"Arf!" a baby husky's quips as his head pops over the box.
"Oh my god! It's so cute!" Heather knocks Joey aside and lifts the husky out of the box.
"You got me a dog for Christmas?!" Chris cheers, dumbfounded at the gift.
"Give the kid his dog Heather," Joey instructs Heather to do. "It is his after all."
Heather pouts, but reluctantly hands the puppy over. The puppy barks once again and snuggles up against Chris.
"How-...When? Where? Oh my god!" Chris tries to speak, but is at a lost of words.
I laugh at his stumbling words and try my best to answer his questions. "I had a talk with your parents before this. They approved as long as you take good care of him. They went out earlier today to go pick him up at the pet store by the mall."
"Does he have a name and how old is he?" Carrie asks.
"No name yet. I'll let Chris decide, and he's two weeks I think, can't remember. I'll have to check the certificate," I answer. "A fair warning though Chris, he isn't potty trained yet, so we'll have to teach him it."
"Oh my god!" he repeats for the... you know what, I've lost count.
"Can I hold him?" Caleb asks.
"Sure."
"Wow... Look Matt, he's so small and cute!... Look at his shade of black and white fur..."
Matt glances at the dog and rubs it's head. "Is he a purebred?"
"Yep... you have no idea how much I had to argue with the manager for him... it was worth it though," I sigh. "So, have you thought of a name yet?"
"Hmm... how about Shadow?" Chris suggests.
"Sure, he's your dog after all."
"Arf!" Shadow barks in agreement and wanders back to where I am. I lift him up on his front legs.
"Why Shadow?" Bryan asks.
"Because of his black fur contrasting with the white. That and because he seems to be Dylan's shadow. I don't know if you guys noticed, but he was constantly looking at Dylan whenever someone else was hold him."
"Really?... Do you like me Shadow?" I puff my lips at him. He starts panting and smiling at me. "Ok, well that settles his name. Now we just gotta potty train him over the next few days and we'll be good to go. Now who's up to open some presents?"
Every nods/cheers in agreement and start passing out gifts to one another. This year, I decided to get Heather a scarf, Carrie a day-by-day planner, a new dog for Chris obviously, and a stress reliever for Matt. Sorry, but he's been stressing out way too much lately, especially over the whole coming out/gay thing. Jeeze, I told him not to worry about it too much... but I guess I can't say much since I haven't done it yet... Anyways, for Joey-
"Whoa ho-ho! Somebody's got a wild imagination," he hollers as he opens my present.
"What? What'd Dylan get you?" Caleb quickly asks.
"This!" he flings out a pair of state-of-the-art swim gear. "A certain someone wants to see me almost naked~."
"Psh, as if," I rebuttal back, "Who wants to see your golden gut?"
"What?! I think you mean my abs of steel," Joey brags, while showing off his biceps.
"Wrong muscles dimwit," I point out, causing the rest of us to laugh.
"Whatever... thanks though. These are expensive..."
"Yeah, but they were on sale when I got them, $19.95, so right under the limit," I clarify so that nobody accused me of breaking the rules. "Oh! Caleb's opening his now! I want to record this."
"Why..." he asks slowly, afraid to open his gift now.
"Oh just open it and you'll know," I tell him, trying to keep a straight face.
He gives me a funny look and tears apart the wrapping paper.
"Tada!" I announce as he and Matt blush at my gift, a box of condoms.
"...Again... Why?" he questions.
"Well... originally, it was for me and Chris, but we never got around to using it... And I was greedy and bought extra, so that box has been left untouched for quite a while now. Might as well give to someone who can use it."
"Umm... Thanks... I guess," Caleb greets, unsure of himself.
"Actually..." Matt then leans over and whispers something to Caleb
"Oh... Oh! Mhm... Ok, sure. Got it," Caleb grins wider and his eyes growing bigger with each passing second. "Thanks Dylan, you've just giving me another gift as well." It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what that was. Anyways, the rest of us open the rest of our presents and soon, my mom walks in.
"Food's ready guys."
"Ok Mom!" I reply, "By the way, where are my Jasmine and Teresa?"
"They're over at Jasmine's friend's house for another party. Teresa was suppose to come with me, but she insisted on going with Jasmine, so... Oh... such a cute dog..."
"What about Dad?"
"He's embarrassing you in the other room..." my mom jokes.
"Mmk, got it." I respond back. "Anyways, let's go get some food guys." I stand up and walk over to the kitchen with everyone, plus a new member, following me close behind.
"Wow, Chris was right; Shadow does follow Dylan everywhere," Joey points out.
"Well, looks like you've got another follower now Dylan," Heather giggles.
"Hey, at least this one won't bother us or gather followers," I shoot back.
With the party officially starting, it seems as if the entire house was shaking. There a 'get it and go' style for food, Karaoke for the old, DVDs, and games up in Chris's room. Sometime during the party, Chris and I decided to put all our gifts in our room so they don't get lost in the crowd. So, with Shadow following close behind, we bring everything upstairs and put away in the room.
"Come on Chris!" Caleb shouts when we reach the bottom of the stairs, "There's a chugging contest and you've been nominated to participate!" Oh boy... this can't end well.
"Bye guys! And Merry Christmas!" Chris gleefully bids farewell at the front door as all our friends and parents are leaving. "That was fun..."
"Mhm," I nod in agreement, "Now let's get ready for bed... I'm tired..."
"Ok, come on Shadow, let's go upstairs," Chris urges the puppy. Shadow, however, only whimpers and scratches my legs.
"What is it boy?" I squat down. "Oh... I know what it is... Hold him for sec Chris, I need to get something from the car again."
"Ok?" he questions and picks up Shadow into his arms.
I rush out the door, pull out the essentials for raising a dog from Betty's car, and dash back inside. Man is it cold outside!
"Oh!..." Chris realizes, "He's hungry..."
"Yeah... now let's get some food going for him."
Chris sets him down and Shadow excitedly follows us into the kitchen. I set down a dog bowl and tear open the heavy bag containing dog food. The moment I pour down into the bowl, Shadow barks happily and wags his tail wildly.
"Aww... he's so cute!" Chris exclaims like a little girl this time, "He's the best Christmas present ever!"
"I'm glad you like him," I smiled back, setting aside the dense bag and reaching for the second bowl. I fill it up with water and set it next to Shadow, who's eagerly eating away the food.
"What's this for?" Chris asks, fidgeting around with a mat.
"That's Shadow's bed, duh..."
"Then what's this?"
"A chew toy for him. Which reminds me, you better keep some fragile stuff away from him. Puppies love to chew on whatever they can bite onto," I warn him.
"...Oh no! Snowflake!" Chris suddenly realizes and rushes upstairs. Wow... I was suggesting stuff like shoes or clothes... not a teddy bear... Oh wait... he's upstairs...
Being the opportunist I am, I zip over to the front door and pull out the present I hid from earlier. I hid it underneath the dog mat on the countertop just as Wayne enters the kitchen.
"Oh yes, you're here Wayne, I need some help."
"Sure, what is it?" he inquires.
"Can you make sure Shadow goes outside to pee so that he doesn't soil something in the house?" I ask of him.
"Yeah I can do that. Do you want him in your room afterwards?"
"Mmm... yeah... but can I go get him from your room later? I kinda want to have some alone time with Chris." That didn't sound too obvious, right?
"Oh, I see," he winks. Damn, he figured it out... "Ok, I'll safeguard him until you come and claim him.
I grab the dog mat, the present underneath it, and the chew toy and dash up the stairs. "Thanks Wayne!" Once at Chris's room, I fling the door open and lock it behind me after entering.
"Whew..." I sigh a breath of relief, leaning on the door. "What are you doing Chris?"
"I'm cleaning up my room. Can't have Shadow ruining something like you said."
"Ah... Well, maybe you should stop cleaning and go over to the bed," I hint at him.
"What? Why?" he asks, too into his cleaning. I sigh, drop the dog stuff, and hide the present behind my back.
"If you stop worrying about your stuff for a few seconds and look at me, you'll know why."
"What are you- whoa!"
"Merry Christmas Chris," I grin at him as I show him the box.
"Now you're making me feel bad..." he pouts, "All I got for you was a coupon book and here you are... first a dog and now this..."
"Aww Chris... don't be like that... I'm actually flattered that you gave me that coupon book. I mean, it's something that came from the heart, not to mention, it took some creativity to think of something like this," I reassured him while reaching for it on the desk.
"Yeah but..." he trails off.
"You know what? I think I'm going to use one right now. Let's see... free homemade breakfast... free massage from Chris... free alone time with Chris... a shut up card... a no questions asked card... freebie card... Aha! Here it is!" I shout in triumph, "The 'getting naked with Chris' coupon."
"Why would you use that one?" he giggles.
"If you open your present, you'll know why," I smirk at him. His eyes bulge out a little and tears apart the wrapping paper like a ravaged monster. He lifts open the box and gasps in surprise.
"How did you... When did this... Oh my god Dylan!" he gasps again.
"So...?"
He closes the box and beams at me. Taking my hand, he leads me towards the bed and kisses me lightly on the lips.
"I think it's time I gave you my Christmas present," I whispers in my ears and pushes me onto the bed.
"Ooo... an aggressive Chris... I like it," I flirt back.
He rips off his shirt and shucks off his pants. He then steps out of them and comes towards me in nothing but his boxers. Straddling my hips with his knees, he bends down and kisses me passionately on the lips.
"I think we'll put your present to good use," he smirks as he hands me the box and gets off me.
I open the lid and pull out the two items in the box: a three inch butt plug with a wireless remote control and a small, handle-sized, leather paddle. However, instead of using them, I place them into the drawer and pull out the bottle of lube.
"Actually Chris... tonight, I wanna do something different..."
"Like what?" he asks.
I smile weakly at him and toss him the lube. "I think... it's time I gave you my ultimate gift..."
"You mean?"
"Yes..." I trail off. Man is this hard to do...
"You sure?" Chris croaks out, "I mean, we can wait if your not ready..."
"No... no... I'm ready..." I lean forward and plant a big kiss on his lips. He melts into my arms, and his body goes limp. I tug down his boxers, unbutton my pants, and hastily shrug off my clothes.
"So... which position do you want Chris?"
"Um... can we do it with you on your back?"
"Sure..." I then plop down onto my side of the bed. "Be gentle now."
"Um..."
"Yeah Chris?"
"...What do I do?" he blushes at his question.
I smile in return and take the bottle of lube from his hands. "Well first thing's first. You gotta loosen my tight hole since nothing's intruded it before. So pick, finger or tongue?"
"...Finger..."
"Ok, then cover a finger with the slippery stuff and slowly stick it in there."
"Ok..." he tremors, "Dylan... what if I hurt you?"
"You'll do fine," I grin at him and lay back down.
He takes in a deep breath and gets into position. After fidgeting around for a bit, I feel his wet finger pressing up against my pucker. Ever so slowly, he pushes it in, slowly penetrating my cherry hole.
"Oh god!" I hiss sharply at the feeling. Chris tenses up and tries to pull his finger out. "No Chris! Please... you didn't do anything wrong, trust me..." I grunt. "...Ok... just slowly push in..."
I scoot my legs up so that my legs form triangles and concentrate on my breathing. The feelings really weird. It kinda painful, but it's a good kind of pain... After what seems like an eternity, Chris finally hits his knuckles up against my crack.
"It's all the way in now," he announces softly.
"Ok... give me a minute here... wow..." I moan out. I breath in a couple of times before I tell him the next steps. "Ok... now slowly finger me... you know, like what I do to you sometimes when I blow you... Slowly though," I stress the last part.
Chris painstakingly pulls out and pushes it back in. Again, weirdest feeling ever... It's feels... full. I really don't know how else to describe it. Nonetheless, I like it.
"Um Dylan?" Chris pipes meekly, "When do I know when you'll be ready?"
"I'll tell you when..." I sigh contently, "If you can, get another finger in there..."
"...Don't you think you're enjoying this a bit to much?" he asks.
"Yep." I see him roll his eyes and pries a second finger into me. "Mmm... if this feels great, I wonder what amazing feelings I'm going to get afterwards."
After about five minutes of him fingering me, I tell him pull out. I think I'm good to go; his fingers were moving with relative ease. I instruct Chris lube up his 6.5 inch beauty and lift my legs onto his shoulders.
"Now just push it into my cherry and do what your instincts tell you to do."
"Ok..." He takes in a deep breath and pushes his dick into my pucker. "Mmm. Oh my god this feels amazing..." he moans. "It's so hot... and tight..."
"Uh... wow Chris... you never seem to disappoint..." I reply back. And I have to say, my happiness and horniness is growing exponentially with each passing second. I mean, here's the love of my life receiving the one thing I can only offer to him, and no one else.
"Dylan... I'm all the way in..." he whispers, "I'm going to start now... ok?"
"Ok... remember, gently at first," I whisper back. With that, his body starts rocking and I can feel his thick piece of steel sliding out of me, only to come back in, splicing my ass in half again.
"Ohhhh goddd... Dyyllllannn..." Chris moans as he's fucking me. Fuck I regret telling him to go gentle; I want him to fuck the living shit out of me now!
"Chris..."
"Yeah?..." he pants.
"Screw with the gentle... I need you fuck me hard now!" I beg of him (something I don't usually do).
"Hmm!" he grunts and picks up his speed.
"Uh... Oh fuck yeah!... Oh shit! Fuck me hard Chris..."
"You're so tight Dylan... and so hot!" he wheezes heavily. "Oh fuck!" His face grimaces and pushes even faster than before.
"Ah... Fuck Chris! Why didn't we do this before?... And why didn't you tell how fucking amazing this feels?!"
"You... never asked... Ah..." He pushes my legs off of him and bends down to kiss me roughly on the lips. "Mmm... mm!" he moans through our embrace.
I, on the other hand, wrap my legs around his still rocking body and clutch my hands tightly around his body, refusing to let him go (I do though, after the kiss).
"Oh fuck!" Chris cries as he drives his dick so deep inside of me that it hits something.
"Oh shit!" I swear, my voice went up a few notches in pitches at that. "Fuck Chris! Hit that spot again!"
"Huh?... Where?"
"Just force your dick up my ass like you did that last time... I think you hit my prostate or something!"
"You mean here?"
"Ah shit!" I scream again, "Yeah there! Oh fuck! Push there a few more times and I might erupt all over us."
"Hehe... I found your love knob Dylan," he giggles, "Oh... can you hug me again? The felt nice..."
"Sure... but you'll have to fuck me until I cum..."
"Deal... shouldn't be that hard anyways..." he smirks as he lowers his upper body down. I wrap my arms around him again and hold him close to me as he drills deep into my hole. "Uh..."
Uh is right. I can feel Chris's body wiggling around. Probably trying to hit my prostate... that sneaky bastard... Well, at least he's tryinggggg-oh fuck! He hit it again! Oh shit! He brushed against it again!
"Shit!" I hiss.
"Oh... Oh Dylan!..." Chris moans like a bitch in heat (oh the irony in this), "Fuck! I'm... I'm going to cum!"
"Me... me too!" I pant back.
"Shit!... I... I'm cumming Dylan!" Chris cries at the top of his lungs and arches his back as he floods my tunnel with his boy fluids.
True to his words, he pushes his joy stick deep in once again as he was cumming, hitting me hard on my magical button. This causes me to squeal (imagine that...) and spray my load all over our bodies.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I swear as my dick pulsates uncontrollably. The first load fires out and hits Chris square on the chin. The next two squirt out and land on his pointy nipples area. The rest... just spray randomly across our body with the last few drops dribbling out onto my abdomen.
Chris finishes his journey to heaven and falls back down onto me, panting like... well, like Shadow when I was carrying him.
"I fucking love you Dylan..." he manages out of those sweet, plump lips of his.
I lift my head up and lick off the cum that landed on his chin. "Shut up and kiss me..." I smack my lips.
He does, and we ensue our slow, tender lovemaking. We kiss, kiss, and kiss some more as his body rubs my cum all over us. God how I love him... But... someone, plus a dog actually, just had to intrude our passionate lovemaking time.
"Chris! Dylan! Your father and I want to go to bed, so can you hurry up with the alone time and come claim your dog?" Betty shouts as she pounds on the door.
"Moms..." Chris sighs sadly.
He slowly pulls out his dick, making me sigh in disappointment and emptiness and cleans himself off with his dirty shirt from earlier today. He slips on the old pair of boxers, backwards and inside out might I add, and let's in just a sliver of the outside air in.
"Ok Mom..." I hear him sigh, "No! You can't come in!"
"Why the hell not?" Betty asks.
Oh shit! I scramble up off the bed and dash into the closet with cum still over my body and in my ass, not to mention the anal juice that's fighting it's way out. I peek out to the right and see Chris trying to explain to his mom. All the while, I see Shadow whimpering and slide in through the tiny crack and sniffing the floor. I guess he saw me as he barks cheerfully and scampers up to me, wagging his tail.
"Ok-ok, I get it... I can't come in because of... reasons..." Betty trails off.
"Mhm... don't worry, I'll get Shadow to bed..."
"So that's his name... I preferred Bunny."
"No," Chris disapproves rather quickly.
"No? What do you mean no?"
"Bye Mom!" Chris exaggerates yet another sigh and closes the door on her.
"That wasn't very nice of you to do that," I mention to Chris as I scratch Shadow's belly.
"Yeah but... she wouldn't leave..." Chris pouts.
"It's ok... just... tell her that I'm not decent or something next time. That always works, isn't that right Shadow?"
"Arf!" he barks back in approval.
"Anyways... let's get cleaned up. I don't about you, but I feel that I really need a shower," I announce to Chris as I stand up. Miraculously, I didn't spill anything onto the ground.
"Let's go then," Chris smiles widely at me.
I throw on the used boxers and join Chris who's already in the bathroom. We lather ourselves up rather quickly and rinse off the suds. Feeling much more refreshed and clean, we rush back into the bedroom only to see Shadow on our bed with his head in between his paws.
"So... is he going to sleep with us or will he be using his little bed?" Chris asks.
"Come one Shadow... No... your bed is over there," I scold him. Shadow merely whines and rolls onto his back. "This little fucker..." I shake my head.
"Let's just let him sleep with us then..." Chris suggests.
"As long as I'm not fighting for second base with him, ok."
"You know I love only you," Chris giggles.
"Damn straight."
"Or gay in this case," Chris bursts laughing.
I roll my eyes at him and hop under the blankets. Chris scoots from the feet area and pushes up.
"What are you- Whoa!" I jump when I feel a hand reach for my goodies. Chris then pops up where my head is, giggling. "You little fucker..."
"Guilty as charged."
"What am I going to do with you..." I sigh. Shadow looks at us and tilts his head in a sitting position.
"Thanks though..." Chris reaches over and kisses me on the cheek again.
"What for?"
"For the best Christmas ever silly," he grins.
"Oh, well, you're very welcome," I smile back.
"So, what are you going to get me next year?"
"Hmm... I'm going to cum on some wrapping paper and give it to you," I tease.
"...That sounds hot... maybe I'll lick it up on the spot," he smirks back.
"Nasty boy..."
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And so, here's to the end of my Christmas special. I know I know... the chapter seemed a rushed, but fuck you! (Not literally of course ^^)
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