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It'd been a busy week. A very busy week.
Tenna hadn't minded; he liked busy. It kept him on his toes, kept him distracted from his other needs; he had his crew to rely on for those. He could focus on entertaining the lightners, and everyone else could do the boring stuff, like dealing with catering, or reminding him to rest.
Spamton wasn't a very good influence when it came to busy weeks.
The addison was also a go-getter, pushing himself to his limits to get whatever needed to get done, done. It made things more efficient, but after a few days of nonstop working, things tended to get tense.
More fights broke out between the cohosts; dumb disputes over which side of the stage each of them would enter from, or which ad segment would go before the other. Stupid tiffs that only served to stress the rest of the crew.
By Friday, the entire studio felt like it was on the verge of an implosion. Spamton and Tenna hadn't spoken to each other since the previous day, La Nino and El Nina were forgetting lines, and even Ramb was struggling, spilled cocktails coating the bar in a sticky film.
But now it was Friday, and the Dreemurs were going to be on a camping trip all weekend. Usually Tenna would've been glooby, probably holing himself up in his office, whining about not getting to perform for the family for a whole three days, but he was tired. More tired than he'd been in a very, very, long time.
For the first time in his life, he was ready for a break. He was ready to sink into the sofa in his dressing room, whiskey sour in hand, and just… be.
What he wanted most was to relax with Spamton, but they hadn't been on speaking terms since Tenna had called him out for changing the commercial lineup without his permission. It hadn't messed anything up, but Tenna couldn't just let it go; it was far too blatant of Spamton, going against his rules like that. Sure, they were more than business partners, but there were still regulations that he needed to uphold. If he couldn't hold his cohost to a high standard, who was he to have power over anyone else?
Tenna sighed, lowering his screen to rest it in his palm, his other hand flipping through a thick script a pippins had dropped on his desk earlier in the day. It was almost time to go home; he just had to get through this.
Just… had to…
...
Spamton slumped through the halls towards Tenna's dressing room, dreading the inevitable confrontation they were about to have. Tenna was never good at handling Spamton's stubborn nature, his own thick skull butting hard against the addison's. Even so, Spamton didn't want to end the week on bad terms; if they could get this overwith now, they could spend the next couple of days in peace.
He knocked gently, tail flicking nervously in his slacks.
"Tens?" He began, clearing his throat. "Just me, can we talk?"
No response.
Maybe he'd already gone home?
No, Tenna wasn't the type. He was always the last to leave, protective over his studio in the way a mother was to her child.
"I promise I'm not here to pick a fight."
He knocked again.
Still nothing.
"Tenna, I'm gonna come in!" He shouted against the door before clutching the knob, opening the entryway slowly.
A grin spread across his lips as he took in the scene.
Tenna, screen flat against his desk, shoulders shifting up and down steadily as he slept. Papers were haphazardly strewn around him, a pen loosely hanging from his limp hand.
Tenna never slept at work; he must've been more tired than he'd tried to let on.
Spamton made his way over to Tenna, setting a steady hand on his shoulder, gently shaking him awake.
"Hey big guy, ready to pack up for the day?"
The CRT groaned softly as his fingers twitched, head lifting off the desk as he stretched his back, metal joints popping.
"What time is it?" Tenna murmured, antennae still droopy.
"Time to go home." Spamton chuckled, loosening his tie. "Don't worry, I'll drive."
Tenna nodded as he rose, steps lethargic, slow. Spamton still had to speed walk to keep up with him, but just barely.
"Sorry for being so hard on you this week." Tenna sighed, much to Spamton's surprise.
The last thing he'd expected was for his cohost to apologize, especially unprompted. It was… nice.
"Thanks, cathode." Spamton hummed, leaning into his side. "I haven't been doin' my part either; I should've kept you in the loop."
"'S okay. Can't stay mad at you, Spammy."
The walk to the car was, thankfully, short. Both darkners climbed into their seats, the engine purring to life as Spamton turned the key, holding the clutch.
"You okay with going to yours?" Spamton asked, turning onto the long road stretching across Tenna's dark world.
The CRT nodded in Spamton's peripheral, jaw unhinged as he yawned, the addison blushing as his large fangs caught the light from the setting sun.
It wasn't the time for that; Tenna was tired. Spamton was tired. He could wait.
They had all weekend.
The large gates of Tenna's mansion lay before them, creaking open as the cungadero rolled forward, Spamton shifting into park once they were in front of the large entryway.
When Spamton had first visited Tenna's house, it had been intimidating. The addison had only ever lived in apartments; Cyber City hadn't been big enough to accomodate anything larger than high rises.
Now though, he felt comfortable as he made his way up to the front door and nudged it open, tossing his coat and shoes into a corner before autopiloting to the kitchen.
"Want anything, Tens?" He shouted towards the living room, where he'd heard Tenna flop onto the sofa.
He got a weak grunt in response, fishing out a second glass as he began to pour, amber liquid swishing around the rim as he strode to join Tenna on the couch. He sunk back into the kitchen next to the CRT, letting out a long sigh.
Spamton heard Tenna's internals buzzing lowly as he closed his eyes, breathing in the silence. He loved the sounds Tenna's chassis created; a small, periodic tick coming from one of his mechanisms. The gentle whirr of his fans. The whoosh of the warmth rushing from his vents, turning him into a glorified space heater.
Spamton snuggled closer, nuzzling his hair into Tenna's chest, mussing up the normally perfect strands.
He heard Tenna let out a soft laugh, a large hand coming up to stroke the feathers on his nape.
"Comfortable?" Tenna coaxed as Spamton melted further into him.
The addison hummed, taking a deep breath in Tenna's shirt, the smell of metal and wiring mingling with the scent of the detergent the CRT always used. The detergent Spamton smelled like half the time, now that they went home together more often than not.
Spamton took another breath, a shiver involuntarily gripping his body as his hips shifted against Tenna's thigh, his cunt pulsing in his pants.
Not. Today.
They were too tired.
He. Could. Wait.
He forced his body to still, for his instincts to settle.
"Spammy, c'mere." Tenna purred, lifting the addison fully onto his lap. "Do you want me to take care of you?"
Another wave of heat swept through Spamton, the suggestive tone of Tenna's voice overloading his brain.
"B-but-" Spamton stuttered, swallowing, "we're tired. You're tired. I'll be fine until we get some rest."
"I don't mind helping you out." Tenna hummed, already bringing his hands down to wrap around Spamton's thighs, squeezing. "I always have enough energy for you."
Spamton keened as one of Tenna's thumbs brushed against his aching dick, the appendage unsheathing itself from his folds.
"Just say yes, Spamton." Tenna breathed, leaning foward until his mouth was against Spamton's neck, lips brushing against soft feathers. "Please, let me touch you."
Spamton was weak. Had always been weak.
He nodded.
The addison bit back a pathetic groan as Tenna's grip moved to his ass, one hand staying put, teasing his writhing cock.
"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to make it up to me tomorrow." Tenna snickered, kissing up Spamton's jawline before attaching to his pulse.
Spamton's hands found purchase in the fabric adorning Tenna's broad shoulders as his hips moved on their own, seeking friction against the thumb circling around his zipper.
"Tenna-" He whined, panting, "please, hurry-"
Tenna listened, immediately pausing his ministrations to unzip Spamton's slacks, fishing his cock out of its confines, giving it an experimental stroke.
Spamton buried himself deeper into Tenna's chest as he shivered, melting from the feeling of the CRT's massive hands enveloping him. His long, sturdy fingers digging into the soft flesh of his ass, other hand pumping his slick arousal, pre oozing from the top, dripping down Tenna's wrist.
"Eager, Spammy?" Tenna squeezed harder, hand on his ass moving forward to tease his pussy, a thick finger sliding between the folds.
Spamton could only drool. He was going to sleep so fucking good after this.
"You want me inside you?"
Spamton sucked in a breath as a finger slipped past his entrance, dipping into his wetness before pulling out.
"I wish I weren't so tired." Tenna started, fans kicking into overdrive as he fucked Spamton deeper. "You're so pretty, Spamton. I wish I had the strength to fuck you."
The addison whimpered, feeling Tenna yank on his cock faster, his finger almost in to the knuckle.
"Maybe next time I'm too tired, I'll make you ride me." Tenna grinned, Spamton's dick weaving between his fingers, begging for more. "You'd like that, right, Spammy? Taking care of me like I take care of you?" A second finger, thrusting in time with the first, deep. "But you're selfish. If our positions were reversed, you'd be begging to fuck me. You wouldn't be able to take it; me, stretched out and whining, just inches from your cock."
"Please, f-fuck me, Tenna. You can fuck me." Spamton pleaded, staring up at his screen with lidded eyes. "I'm getting close, please."
"Tomorrow." Tenna comforted, giving a quick peck to Spamton's forehead. "I promise."
The addison nodded feverishly, his hips bucking as Tenna slowed his hand, letting the addison take control.
"Keep going, ride my fingers, just like that." Tenna huffed, obviously struggling to keep up with Spamton's frantic pace. "You gonna come?"
Spamton felt his shoulders raise as Tenna pulled his fingers out completely, then shoved them back in as far in as they could reach. His feathers stood on end, his tail fluttering wildly.
"Come on, pretty bird. Come for me."
The addison chittered as his cock swelled, releasing load after load of translucent liquid onto Tenna's massaging fist. He let out a guttural cry, fingers digging harder into Tenna's shirt, tears falling onto the fabric. He felt every muscle in his body contracting, wearing themselves out further, driven completely by orgasm.
Then, it was over.
He slumped forward as Tenna gently pulled out, his lips pressing to the top of the addison's head.
"Better?" Tenna whispered, circling his arms around Spamton.
"Yeah, thanks, cathode." The addison mumbled, shivering once more as the last of the aftershocks rippled through his body. "Want bed."
"Yeah, same." Tenna laughed, standing with Spamton in his arms.
"You sure you don't need me to return the favor?" Spamton weakly offered, eyes fluttering as they tried to stay open.
"Tomorrow." Tenna promised, planting another kiss on the addison's face. "Now, we sleep."