Tentacle on 34th Street (Tinsel and Tentacles 2.0)

Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

A fter nearly two weeks of dream-sleeping every night in Cryss’s bed, Alex wanted to see the real thing so desperately that he was tempted to break his own rules of engagement. He denied himself though, using the ‘whole absence makes the heart grow fonder’ B.S. as his reasoning, which made little sense given the fact things were too new for hearts to be involved.

He found that he looked forward to their morning and evening texts more so than anything else in his day. Some nights, they’d had time to chat a little before he crashed, but not much more than exchanging a few pleasantries and a little flirting.

Maybe I should send him a dick pic and step the flirting up a notch. Or would that be cruel since we still have weeks and weeks left?

As he lay down in bed and grabbed his phone, he glanced down at his limp cock and couldn’t muster the energy to stroke it to get it hard for a picture and he sure as hell wasn’t sending one soft. He was a grower, not a show-er. No reason to make a bad first impression.

Another long day today. Really tired, but I can chat for a minute, if you have time

I always have time for you.

Alex smiled. He hated always talking about work and being tired, but that’s about all he had in his life at the moment, other that his weird sexless sex dreams featuring the very same man. What the hell else was he going to talk about? The weather?

I spend most of these night chats complaining about work or being tired. We rarely talk about you. What do you do, oh he who doesn’t need PridePack’s money?

I inherited a townhouse and some money when my grandfather passed and invested well. I play around with the markets, as responsibly as I can, and I do well enough not to need a regular job.

Independently wealthy is always a plus sign in the is-he-a-keeper column. Side note: I promise I’m not a gold-digger or sugar baby

I must be out of the loop. What’s a sugar baby?

The beneficiary of a sugar daddy

Ah, of course. That was kind of obvious, wasn’t it? Now I feel dumb.

You’re not dumb. Far from it. Anyone with the smarts to play the market and not need a day job is a genius in my book. I have no head for that myself

If you’re ever interested in purchasing some stocks, I’d be more than happy to help you. Just say the word. Being financially secure is freeing.

I bet

Okay, so you’re not a gold-digger or sugar baby. Does that mean I’m not allowed to spoil you?

Alex snorted.

Spoil away (within reason)

Just to add, you can’t buy my love, so don’t try

I don’t plan on buying it when I have the skills to earn it outright.

Big talker. We’ll see your moves in December

November. Thanksgiving is in No-vember.

It’s three days before December this year

Fine. Almost December. Speaking of Thanksgiving, do you like turkey and all the trimmings?

I like them just fine

Good. You’ll enjoy dinner here.

Do you know how to cook? I don’t eat just anyone’s food. Or are you one of those bougie types who caters in?

I’m an excellent cook and I have a spotless kitchen, except when Qylar’s in there making a mess. I know all about food safety, so don’t you worry. Your stomach is safe with me. So’s the rest of you.

Alex smiled to himself, but quickly reminded himself that he needed to keep his head on straight. Cryss was a smooth talker, and he’d dealt with that kind before. It was easy to get lost in the fantasy they wove before they left you disappointed. Time to change the subject before I give him more room to weave.

Qylar lives with you?

He does. He’s closer than my own brothers.

So, he’ll be there, too? When I am?

He will, but don’t worry. His rooms are downstairs and mine are up, separated by a floor between. He won’t hear you screaming my name when you’re in my bed.

Again with the big talk

You’ll find out soon enough, although I will say I had you pretty breathless and worked up when you were on my lap and that was just a little bit of pregame.

Alex’s face warmed at that reminder. He’d been completely twisted into knots, and Cryss was right. That was just a little bit of kissing and cuddling. More than that and he was going over the edge. Hopefully he could trust Cryss to not take advantage of that.

On that note, I think it’s time to get to bed

Running away from the hot talk?

No, but we better stop before I get too overheated and can’t sleep at all. I have a big day tomorrow and need my beauty sleep. Night, Cryss.

Sweet dreams, Alex

Alex laid his phone on the nightstand and turned off his light. Cuddling into the pillow, he soon drifted off, thoughts of Cryss’s drugging kisses on his mind. When he opened his eyes next, he smiled before turning to cuddle into the crook of Cryss’s arm.

“Hey, baby,” Cryss murmured, squeezing him tight.

Alex laid a kiss on Cryss’s shoulder… and then his neck… trailing up to nibble on a lobe.

“Someone’s feeling randy tonight,” Cryss murmured.

“Randy? What are you, sixty?”

Cryss chuckled. “What should I use instead?”

“Horny works.”

“Are you horny, baby?” Cryss said in a terrible Austin Powers impersonation.

“If I was, I’m not after that.”

Cryss barked with laughter. “Not a fan of impersonations. Noted.”

Alex rolled over to almost his belly and laid a kiss on Cryss’s pec.

Cryss’s eyes fully opened. He captured Alex’s stare.

“These sexless sex dreams need some spicing up. You’ve yet to ravage me.”

“You were scared of me not so long ago,” Cryss murmured. “I didn’t want to chase you away. I enjoy our nights together too much to lose them.”

Alex leaned forward and licked Cryss’s nipple. “What if I said I wanted you to fuck me?”

Cryss smiled. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

Alex nodded. “Very much so. Although I’m not so sure if I’m ready for the tentacles to come out—if that’s okay?”

“Straight human sex. I can do that.”

“Well, it’s not straight when we’re two homosexuals,” Alex teased, grinning before lifting up on his elbow to steal a kiss.

Cryss was a willing victim to the theft. He trailed down Alex’s stomach. His touches were careful and way too damned slow.

“What are you doing? You claimed you had the skills earlier tonight and here you are acting overly cautious.”

“I don’t want to be too rough or aggressive,” Cryss argued, lifting his palms. “I’m sure you still have fears about me hurting you.”

Alex paused. He did, but the dreams had never been violent before. Why would they suddenly start? “As long as you promise to slow down or stop if I say so, we’ll be fine. And keep the tentacles away. For now. I need to warm up to the idea of alien sex.”

“Even in this form, I’m still technically an alien.”

“But you don’t look like one. Except the slightly weird bellybutton—which I will note was a topic of conversation at work the other day. The graphic artists have decided to digitally add one to your images. I hope you don’t mind.”

Cryss scoffed, fighting a smile. “I’m utterly offended.”

“Really?”

“No,” Cryss said. “I’d rather you cover up my alienness. I don’t need it to be a topic of conversation across the country.”

“Whew.” Alex kissed Cryss’s chest. He scooted down, kissing a heated path as he moved. When he reached the aching heart of Cryss, the shaft was already hard. He gripped the base and examined the girthy shaft. It gave no signs of being an alien cock, other than its size. It wasn’t outside the realm of human possibility, he didn’t think. He’d seen some big boys in porn and had always thought he’d like to fuck a monster like that—but having the opportunity was a whole other ball of wax.

It's a dream. It’s not going to hurt. Just do it.

Cryss was also uncut, which wasn’t something Alex had a lot of experience with. As he stroked the shaft, it felt a little different, but the foreskin might’ve been the reason why. He licked the broad head, capturing a bit of pre-cum. The salty-sweet flavor washed over his tongue, and he smiled. It tasted like slightly sweeter human cum.

He pumped the monster and was in awe when it hardened, growing a little bit more. After glancing up at Cryss, who watched with rapt attention, he drew the head between his lips and sucked back a few inches as he stroked the bottom of the shaft with both hands. He sucked deeper the next stroke of his mouth and earned a moan from Cryss.

Cryss slid his hands through Alex and guided the next suckle. Alex choked a bit on that much cock and placed a hand where his mouth had been, so he knew how far was too far. After that, he captured Cryss’s gaze before sucking in earnest. He stroked the lower half with one hand. Alex watched the pleasure grow in Cryss’s face. He sensed Cryss was getting closer to release and quickened his motions.

Before he could get what he wanted, though, the cock was gone, and he was flipped to his hands and knees like a rag doll. Cryss was behind him, tongue lapping his taint and inching closer to his hole. Alex pushed back against Cryss’s mouth, eager for more. With one hand, Cryss stroked Alex’s cock, getting him good and hard while his tongue circled the rim.

Alex groaned when Cryss’s tongue speared into him. Cryss lapped him up, getting his hole good and wet before stretching him open with a thick, fat finger. Cryss’s tongue returned, joining the finger in prepping him for the monster cock he’d sucked. The longer Cryss toyed with him, the hotter he grew. Molten lust surged in his veins.

Cryss pressed another finger in, stretching him wider. After fingerfucking him with both for a couple of minutes, a third was added. Alex rode those fingers, rolling his hips and moaning his delight. He could feel the knot form at the base of his spine, the need to come tightening every muscle. Before he could come, the finger slid out and left him empty.

Alex groaned, sobbing for the lost orgasm.

Cryss leaned forward and picked up a small silver box.

“What’s that?”

“Lube,” Cryss murmured, cracking open the box.

Alex was curious and wanted to turn around to see inside the box but doing that would slow down their progress. Instead, he watched over his shoulder to see what he could. When Cryss smeared the lube on him, it warmed his skin and made his asshole tingle.

“Is that human-safe?”

Cryss’s eyes widened, concern etched in the lines around his eyes. “Does it hurt?”

“Just a bit tingly,” Alex replied. “For now.”

“If it hurts, let me know.” He scoffed. “This is a dream. It’s not like it’s really hurting, though.”

“Get on with it, alien. I need to feel that big cock inside me now.”

Cryss gave him another coating of lube before shutting the box. He moved closer behind Alex, pressing the broad head against the tingling hole.

“Ready?”

“Yesss,” Alex hissed.

Cryss surged forward, the head stretching him more than three fingers wide. It pinched a bit as it passed the thick band of nerves, but once through, Alex groaned with delight. He’d never had a cock so thick. The stretch bordered on pain but stayed just shy of it, remaining on the pleasure side of the razor’s edge.

Alex groaned, back arching. “Fuck you’re big.”

Cryss froze. “Are you okay?”

“Keep going. It feels amazing,” Alex murmured. He reached behind his ass and felt plenty of cock still left. “Cryss? How deep are you?”

“Halfway.”

Halfway? “There’s no way all that’s fitting in me.”

Cryss leaned over him, his chest to Alex’s back and kissed his earlobe. “You tell me when to stop. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Another inch impaled him… and another. When the head pressed against his second hole of his colon, Alex moved forward a bit. “Enough… stop.”

Cryss kissed his neck and shoulders. “Three-quarters in. With a little practice, you can take it all. I’m sure of it.”

Alex whimpered at the thought, pressing back a fraction of an inch on Cryss’s cock. “We have a whole month to practice come December.”

“I don’t want to waste the month practicing. Maybe I should send you a dildo to play with at bedtime,” Cryss murmured. “A big one that looks like a tentacle so you can stretch this hole for me.”

Alex panted, the fullness almost overwhelming. “That might be hot if you could find one.”

“They’re easy to find,” Cryss whispered against his ear. “Tentacle porn is a thing and so are tentacle dildos.”

“No shit?”

“No shit,” Cryss said before kissing his ear.

“I’ll have to look that up tomorrow night.”

“Call me if you do. I wanna hear if it turns you on,” Cryss whispered. “Oh, wait. No contact until Thanksgiving.”

Alex whimpered. “Why did I have to be such a hard ass?”

Cryss surged forward a half an inch. “Doesn’t feel hard to me.” He withdrew a few inches before sliding forward. “Tight, but definitely not hard.”

Alex was quickly growing too needy for playtime and banter. He wanted Cryss to wreck him with that big cock. “Shut up and fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Cryss withdrew a few inches and slid back deep. He set a slow rhythm, allowing Alex to get used to the thick stretch in his ass. After a few minutes, he quickened, Alex meeting each thrust, moaning with every deep plunge.

“Wait, wait…” Alex muttered.

Cryss stopped without hesitation. “Are you okay?”

Alex crawled forward off Cryss’s cock before turning to his back and lifting his legs toward his head. “I wanna see that monster sliding into me.”

The corners of Cryss’s mouth lifted as he repositioned himself. Holding Alex’s gaze, he angled the head down. Alex broke it though, unable to ignore the cock sliding into him. He whimpered as Cryss filled him deep, loving the added visual of a tight abdomen and strong chest. The kind eyes and sultry smile didn’t hurt, either. Cryss set a new rhythm, faster than before. He gripped Alex’s ankles and rocked that big, beautiful cock like a pro.

“I can’t wait to feel this for real,” Alex moaned. He lifted his gaze, locking stares with Cryss. “If you’re half this good in real life, you’re going to be the death of me.”

Cryss smirked. “If only you could compare and let me know if the dream version was better than the real version. I fear we’ll never know.”

“I will,” Alex said. “Soon. It won’t be just a dream any longer.”

Cryss leaned closer, capturing his mouth in a kiss. Alex moaned against his lips, impatient for the release just out of reach. He was done being toyed with. He’d ached for weeks, wanting his body ruined by his dreamy, alien Adonis in every possible way.

Alex shivered against his alien, a groan of pleasure tearing from his lips. He fell back against the pillows as he whimpered and whined, respectfully railed by the best lover he’d ever experienced.

If only he wasn’t a dream.

Alex’s thighs shook forcefully as the nerves at the base of his spine burned bright. A stunning orgasm robbed him of breath, his entire body one big knot of pleasure. He came, jet after jet, his cock milked by Cryss’s hand. He wasn’t sure if he blacked out for a couple of seconds, the pleasure so intense.

His alien paused a few moments, caressing his face and lips with gentle adoration. He’d never felt more treasured than he had in his recent dreams with Cryss. It had come to a point where he didn’t want to wake up some days, not if he could remain in the dream world filled with untold pleasures.

The thick cock impaling him popped out on an outward thrust. Cryss pressed back inside again, the sensitive entrance loving the feel of it, and returned to the same rhythm.

Two smaller tentacles glided over his chest before wrapping around his nipples. They massaged the peaks, squeezing with perfect pressure. Alex threw his head back and to the side. That’s when he noticed the mirror across from them. In it, he could watch Cryss’s massive shaft disappearing deep inside him. Playing both voyeur and participant brought his spent cock from half-mast to raging hard on within minutes. He reached down and stroked his shaft, urging himself back to the edge again.

Alex wasn’t sure which was better: watching Cryss fucking him or seeing the other perspective in the mirror. His gaze traveled back and forth between, until Cryss paused to gaze in that direction.

“I was wondering what was so intriguing that you couldn’t look at me for long. Glad the only thing better was watching both of us.”

Those firm lips again curled into a wicked smile before Alex was carried across room, as if he weighed nothing. He was spun to face the mirror, his feet planted on the cool tiled floor for a moment before he was positioned again.

Folded in half, his back against Cryss’s chest, Alex got a bird’s eye view of his gaping, stretched hole seconds before it was filled again. Alex trembled, the position wasn’t the most comfortable, but the view it afforded was too good to complain. He watched that thick shaft slide in and out, the head popping out every few strokes before being shoved back inside him.

Coupled with him stroking his cock, he was quickly driven to the edge again. His body tightened… and then he roared his release, his seed aimed at the mirror. It slid down the surface as Cryss trembled against him. A blast of heat filled Alex, pump after pump, as the tentacles tightened almost painfully. His alien strained, emptying deep.

When it was over, he looked down at a tentacle wrapped around his arm, near the wrist. He was too exhausted to care. Cryss had destroyed him in the best possible way.

Alex was carried to the bed and laid on the sheets before Cryss slid into bed beside him and dragged him closer. The spicy scent of their shared releases filled his nose as he brought ragged breaths into his lungs. Cryss’s heartbeat thundered under his ear.

The tentacle slid off his arm and was soon replaced with a hand. “Sorry about that. I lost a little control there.”

“It’s okay,” Alex whispered. He glanced at his arm where it had been and how hot it had felt being restrained. He’d never been into being tied up, but in the dream world, why not stretch past his boundaries a little?

Cryss kissed his temple. “I wish I could show you this side of me in real life. I fear this is the only way I ever will.”

“As if you’re really an alien,” Alex murmured sleepily.

Cryss snorted with laughter. “Sometimes I wish I wasn’t. Life would be easier.”

“Are you saying that if you really were an alien, you’d never tell me?”

“I don’t know,” Cryss whispered. “I can’t lose you, Alex.”

Alex cuddled closer. “You’re not going to lose me.”

“You say that now, but who knows what happens in December when the dream is gone, and the real world takes over.”

“I want it to be like this. All I can do is hope it comes close.”

“Me, too,” Cryss whispered.

Alex feared he’d turned his attraction to Cryss into something the real man could never manage to come close to. He had no idea why his exhausted brain had turned Cryss into an alien, but he’d dreamed weirder shit in his life.

Cryss pressed his lips to Alex’s.

He yawned, worn completely out.

“Get some rest. Morning comes soon,” Cryss murmured.

When Alex awoke the following morning, he blinked a few times, the remnants of his dream slipping away. He could only remember bits and pieces. He remembered being in bed, naked with Cryss, but after that, it was mostly fuzzy. Alex frowned, struggling to see it all clearly.

What he truly remembered was feeling happy. Safe and happy.

And that happiness had spilled out into his real world.

Grabbing his phone, he shot off a morning text to Cryss, and then had a strange urge to search the internet for a dildo shaped like a—tentacle? Frowning, he hit one of the first search results and checked out the page wide-eyed. What surprised him most was how many were available, in all shapes, sizes, and colors—even ones that deposited eggs inside someone. And there were multiple companies selling them. He was almost late for work due to his search, especially after he looked up gay tentacle porn . If there were that many tentacle dildos, there was clearly a kink for it—and he’d been right.

Luckily, he’d made it to work on time. Barely. A week later, a discrete package arrived for him from Nothosaur Toys that he tested out after a quick evening chat with Cryss. That night, he learned that kink was his kink.

He wondered what Cryss would think about that.

Weeks later…

C ryss’s phone rang about a week before Thanksgiving, the number not one he recognized. He let it go to voicemail, especially since they were on the boat on the way out of the harbor and headed for the ship. It wouldn’t take too long to drop the call. He and Qylar had made a decent amount of repairs and even landed some xenotime. Not enough for a full repair, but they were inching closer.

Hours later, after they’d returned home, he noticed a voicemail. Jonas had called with the details for the parade. When and where to be.

Less than a week. The past months had been hell, but between the texts and his subconscious mind filling in the gaps, he’d made it. Almost. A few days until Alex was his. Those days would likely be the longest.

“Hey, Cryss?”

Cryss lifted his gaze to Qylar. Qylar’s shit-eating grin gave him pause. “What?”

Qylar opened a magazine, and Cryss saw himself splashed across two pages in a tiny brief. He cringed, shaking his head, and snatched the magazine.

“Seems the campaign has started,” Qylar murmured. “This is going to be sooo much fun. I’m really looking forward to Christmas, and it’s even come early.”

“Asshole,” Cryss spat.

“Though, I will have to say, I was expecting something much less classy. I mean, for an underwear ad, it’s going to be a little… bawdy? Is that the best term for it?” Qylar shrugged. “All joking aside, it’s not as bad as I anticipated. Alex did a good job with it.”

Cryss glanced at the ad, shaking his head. If his family ever saw that, they’d lose their minds. The son of Prince Cylan, Duke of House Kreegl, wearing next to nothing in an underwear ad for humans? Thankfully, they’d left him alone for years and hopefully would never see. A sudden sense of foreboding made him worry they might.

Cryss tossed the magazine to the island. “I’m going to take a shower.”

“Want me to order dinner?”

Cryss cringed. He hated their recent wave of eating out, but with all the work they were putting in, he was too tired to cook. “Yeah. Just order whatever. I’m too tired to object to your poor choices tonight.”

The smile on Qylar’s face fell. “Hey, I was just picking on you. Like we always do. I meant no harm, but if it truly bothers you, I’ll stop.”

He didn’t want to conjure his family by mentioning the gut feeling he’d just had. “You’re fine. I’m just tired and cranky.”

“And ready to get ahold of Alex.”

Cryss chuckled. “Yes. That voicemail I had was directions for my parade duties. I think we need to suspend repairs until after the new year. I have a Thanksgiving menu to prepare and shop for. Humans say a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach and I’m going all in.”

“What are you thinking about doing after?” Qylar asked.

“After?” Cryss asked, frowning. “Likely going into a turkey coma on the couch.”

“No… for your month with him. You wanted to celebrate the holidays with him. So how are you celebrating?”

Cryss froze. He’d not put any thought into it other than a couple of special meals and having Alex in his arms for five and a half weeks. Longer, if he played his cards right—but he clearly wasn’t playing his cards right and their time together hadn’t even started yet. “Well…”

“You haven’t planned a thing, have you?”

“No.”

Qylar sighed. “Some romantic you are.”

“What am I going to do?” Cryss muttered. “I have less than a week to prepare. There’s no way I can plan a month’s worth of activities.”

“Leave it to your steward to save the day,” Qylar murmured. “I reached out to my cousin Qalani because I thought she and her husband had a vacation home somewhere snowy. They do. In Aspen. She’s given you leave to use it for as long as you wish, as long as it’s left in the same condition you found it. I have all the codes to get into their security.”

Cryss sighed with relief. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now, it’s on you come up with some ideas of what to do while you’re there. I can’t do everything for you.”

“I guess I can google romantic snowy Christmas ideas .”

“Or you can subject yourself to a bunch of those awful romantic Christmas movies tonight to give you some.”

“Those are for women, not gay men.”

“Romance is romance,” Qylar said. “You can sweep a man off his feet just as easily as a woman doing some of those same things. Making a snowman that evolves into a flirty snowball fight, where you end up falling in a heap together, him on top of you. You lock gazes, the sexual tension immeasurable. Later you collapse on the couch together with mugs of hot cocoa and watch a movie before the roaring fireplace with the Christmas tree ablaze with lights before you press your lips to his.” Qylar smiled before seemingly realizing what he said. “Something like that. A Christmas village seems key, though. I do know that. I don’t know if Aspen has one of those, so you might want to check.”

Cryss lifted a brow. “How many of these movies have you watched since we’ve been here?”

Qylar scoffed, flippant. “I don’t watch that trash.”

Cryss tilted his head, brow still elevated.

“Okay, okay… I may have stumbled across a Hallmark Christmas movie marathon last year. They were dumb and the plots were terrible, but I couldn’t look away for some reason.”

“Ah,” Cryss said, fighting a smile.

“They’re premiering a new gay Christmas one tonight,” Qylar murmured. “You know… if you were interested?”

Cryss snorted. “After a long, hot shower, sure. Order dinner and I’ll meet you back down here.”

Qylar grinned. “Sweet.”