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"No, not there."

"Why not? It looks fine."

"No, It looks lopsided."

"It looks fine."

"That's because you're standing next to it. Come on man, just move it over a little."

"Don't "Come on man" me, man, I'm decorating _your_tree because you're too lazy to do it."

"I'm not lazy, this is a trade. I'll decorate something of yours later."

"Don't threaten me with a good time, Bo, especially this close to Christmas. Santa will know you've been naughty and won't leave you any presents.

"I'm the giver eighty percent of the time anyway." Bo mumbled, quiet and barely audible, but Randall still picked up on it, pointed ears perking up at the tone.

The glass bauble swung, gently, back and forth, before hurtling itself out of the bristly plastic needles it had been stuffed into. It sparkled in the air as it's layers and layers of blue and gold glitter caught the light, and smashed into the ground, shattering loudly and sending a spray of ornamental glass over the floor; Randall fell over backwards from his squatting position at the same time, not able to hold form while laughing as hard as he was.

"God damn it, Randy, those are expensive, and now there's glass everywhere."

"How do you know?"

"Because I can see it everywhere!"

"No I mean how do you know it's expensive?"

"Everything my parents own is expensive. I'll go grab a broom."

Randall stood up as his friend left the room, marveling at the tree he'd (mostly) decorated.

It nearly reached the ceiling, barely even an inch between the two, and was entwined with ritzy strands of silver and gold tinsel. Delicate ornaments in stark silvered tones hung carefully on the edges of each cluster of branches, reflecting streams of light onto the walls of the corner like a grand kaleidoscope of shapes and colors.

It was beautiful.

Nice and even, everything matched, it was just a shame he and Bo were the only ones who'd see it. It must get lonely in a house as big and empty as this one.

"Alright, I got it, hang on." Bo said, low tones of his voice rumbling through the halls from whatever room he'd gone into.

The tree fit Bo a lot more than it did Randall himself, but that had been the idea from the beginning. The sparkling whites and silvers went well with his thick, frosted wolf fur. A stark contradiction to his own fluffy vulpine hair, still not done changing colors for the season. By the time it matched, the tree and ornaments would be long gone.

Footsteps coming from behind alerted him to Bo's return, and Randall happily turned and started talking as he began to sweep up the mess on the floor.

"Well I don't know about you, but I'm pretty damn proud of it." Randall said, nodding his head to the side at the tree.

"Your mess? Yes, it is very impressive."

With a roll of his eyes Randall sighed and paused, putting thought into his next words.

"Now why do you have to be like that? I decorated the thing for you."

Bo looked up and shook his head, as if throwing off the rest of his sarcasm.

"Bah, I'm sorry, just... not used to casual social interaction. I'm not used to just chitchatting with people."

He looked away at the ground as he kept sweeping, glass shards hitting against themselves and making high pitched tinkling sounds.

The noise fit surprisingly well with the tree and the house. It would have been much nicer if it hadn't needed such a festive sacrifice to cause it, but what could be done? Shit happens.

Suddenly the broom was thrust into his hands. Randall looked up and saw Bo motion to the side with his head.

"Get under the tree, there're a few pieces left I can't reach."

"Why do I have to do it?" Randall said with a pout.

"I'm too big to fit under there, you can though."

"Oh come on, I'm barely two sizes smaller than you."

"You broke the damn thing!"

That was a fair point. With a roll of his eyes Randall dropped to all fours and flattened himself against the ground, slowly crawling underneath the lowest of the trees fake green branches.

There were a few sparkly pieces on the far side of his position, back in the corner of the two walls the tree had been set up in. Just a little closer and he could grab them.

Little closer...

Little bit closer...

Just a tiny bit closer...

Randall thrust his paw forward, arm outstretched as far as it he could muster. His claws raked across the smooth surface, only pushing it further away.

With a final grunt he pushed himself even further, finally grabbing the jagged piece. At the same time, the tree rustled strongly around him, almost shaking off all the ornaments that had just been painstakingly added to it.

"Oh no..." Randall muttered.

"What is it?"

"Um, hang on"

Randall tried to flit his tail, and was instantly met with resistance as the tree shook wildly again. He was stuck.

He was... _Really_stuck.

"Um, Bo, I think I'm stuck."

"You what?" he grunted back.

"I'm_stuck_. My, um, my tail is stuck in the branches."

"So just back out the way you crawled in?"

"If I back out then the whole tree is coming down. My tail fluff is... really stuck"

"If this is just a way to get me close to your ass..."

"I'm serious! Help me get out!"

Footsteps began approaching Randall from behind, and he breathed a sigh of relief. The floor creaked, and a hand firmly landed on his behind as another began to move around his tail.

"The way you're slapping my ass makes me think you wanted to get close to it anyway."

"Shush. Oh wow, you are stuck, hang on."

Suddenly there was a tugging, and pain coursed through Randall's tail as he yelped.

"Be careful!" he cried.

"It's really stuck in here, you're going to have to make a sacrifice if you want to get loose. On three, ready? One... Two..."

Randall immediately realized he should have just gotten himself loose in the first place, or at least tried harder. This may have been a bigger mistake than not keeping his tail down in the first place.

" THREE!"

He grit his teeth, shutting his eyes tight as he prepared for the worst. The grip Bo had around his tail tightened, and he felt it being yanked hard away from the tree.

The snapping and tearing of fine hair sounded as Randall screeched, pain arcing through his frame as he was pulled backwards. The tree shook, and the pain peaked, and suddenly he was free. His tail flopped down to the ground as he rolled away to the side, happy and eager to get away.

With a whimper Randall sat upright and grabbed his tail from behind himself, studying it as a single tear rolled down his face. It stung, and the hair was visibly shorter in a few spots than it had been... where it wasn't missing completely, but he was alright.

"You okay?" Bo's gruff voice asked. Randall looked up and wiped his face, nodding "yes".

"Alright, that's good. I'm sorry I got you stuck..."

"No, don't be sorry, I should have kept my darn tail down. Let's go get a fire going and turn the lights down. The tree'll look better... and my tears won't be as visible."

"Okay."

Bo quietly walked to the fireplace in the middle of the wall across from the rooms entrance. Randall lifted himself up and followed, plopping himself down shortly after on the thick, wonderful white carpet just behind his friend as he toiled.

Large in stature, seemingly brutish and uncaring, ready to mow anything down that got in his way. Except he wasn't, and his visible turmoil at hurting his friend was only one of many examples of that. He really was the definition of a gentle giant.

Randall felt bad. Bo put on a good act, pretending to be happy, enjoying his families wealth, but if you looked a little deeper it was easy to tell it was just that. An act.

He was an incredible animal, and he deserved so much more than he had socially. It was true that money couldn't buy everything, but at least Randall could say he was as true a friend to him as he could be.

... Even if what brought them together in the first place wasn't something that could be chatted about casually.

The sound of leaping flames filled the quiet room, lights beginning to flicker from behind where Bo was hunched over. He stood up, hands on his sides, nodding contently at the job he had finished. He swiftly walked backwards to the rug and sat down next to Randall, knees to his chest and arms wrapped around them. The lights still hadn't been dimmed, but there was no rush between either of them to do so.

"That's really nice." Randall stated, basking in the radiant heat, enjoying it as it sunk into his hair.

"Mhm." Bo grunted back.

The two sat and stared, enshrouded in trance-like quiet that the crackling flames couldn't penetrate. Minutes dragged on, flames mesmerizing the both of them. Without thinking, Randall broke the silence with a question.

"Has it always been this lonely here during the holidays?"

There was a pause. If there had been any spare feet in the room they would surely have flown into Randalls mouth in an instant. Bo sighed and spread out, laying his legs in front of him, looking depressed.

"Every year but this one..." he muttered, keeping his face to the fire.

"You've never had a family christmas? Ever? Not even with friends?"

Bo shot him a pained, irritated look, but continued.

"... My parents only visit often enough to remind me I need to think and act just like they do, before they throw money at me and leave. The friends that used to come around stopped when I stopped giving them things. Even when I was little it was only ever nannies that were with me for holidays, and now that I'm halfway-through-college-aged, they're gone too."

"I'm sorry, man... I remember you mentioning that your parents wouldn't exactly approve of your... well... y'know."

"Liking cock? No, they wouldn't... anything that could tarnish their business image is a no-no."

"I didn't mean to bother you, it just slipped out. I know it must be rough to-"

"It's fine... If anyone deserves to ask questions, it's you. Sorry I came off as upset."

Randall flipped onto all fours and crawled across the gap between the two of them. He placed his arms around Bo's neck, linking them on the other side and resting his head down on Bo's shoulder, letting out a sigh.

Bo kept staring ahead, but lifted his arms and grabbed onto Randall's own, holding them tight and leaning his head to the side, lightly thunking into his friend. His eyes were watering, but he didn't say anything.

But... he didn't have to, either. Randall didn't need his words to know how thankful he was, and the silence only made him hug Bo tighter.

The flames hissed and sparked, sending mesmerizing showers throughout the fireplace. Both watched on silently, enjoying both the show and each others company as more time flew by.

"Hey, how about I give you your gift early?" Bo said, lifting off Randall and looking into his fire-lit eyes.

"What? Oh no, no, you don't have to give me anything, that's not why I'm here." Randall sleepily replied. He'd almost passed out on the shoulder he'd been using as a pillow. It almost pained him to speak, he'd much rather curl up on the rug and fully drift off. That would be a gift for the ages.

Bo shook his head, silencing him as he placed a grey finger to his red and white lips.

"I_insist_. I've already got it ready, and you're going to love it."

More head shaking, this time from Randall.

"No really, I'm not with you because you have money, seriously."

"Come oooon, you know you want to see what I got you."

Randall bit onto his tongue, sputtering, trying his hardest to think of something to say next. Bo was hard to say no to once, let alone three times or more. Maybe it wasn't a test and he really did have something for him? In his months of knowing Bo, he'd never seemed like one to play tricks and test values. Saying no any more might be the wrong thing to do.

... And he _was_curious.

"Alright, alright, I give up. What has the _great_Balthazar seen fit to gift me?" he said, voice laced with snark.

"Hang on, I'll go grab it! Close your eyes!"

The excitement was palpable as Randall heard Bo take off out of the room, footsteps echoing and fading away, leaving him alone with only the noise of the crackling flames to keep him company in the darkness behind his eyelids.

Slowly the sound of footsteps came back into range, then stopped. There was a click, then silence, but still Randall held his eyes closed.

"Are you ready?"

"How could I ever not be?" Randall replied, slyly, turning to the direction the sound came from. It was in the doorway, he knew that with no doubt.

"Alright... Open your eyes."

Slowly the world came back into view as the veil of darkness lifted. The lights were dimmed, and it rook Randall a second to adjust to them. He rubbed his eyes a few times then looked away, now able to see what was waiting for him. His eyes widened, and a grin spread across his face.

Bo stood in the doorway, leaning his shoulder into the frame to support his weight. His fur glowed in the firelight, contouring to his nude, muscular form. A wide smile adorned his face, and Randall couldn't help but notice the tip of his penis twitch out from his sheath, a single droplet of fluid glistening at its tip.

"I think I'm going to _really_like this gift."

Striding happily from his position, Bo entered the room and walked forward to the lush carpet. His testes bounced lightly back and forth, to and fro as he moved, like two ripe sugarplums, ready to be enjoyed.

... Whatever the hell sugarplums were.

Air rushed out of the carpet as he sat down, sending a wave of musk over Randall that made his heart begin to race. Without thinking, he reached over to grab hold, only for Bo to swat away his hand.

"No no, not yet. You're not dressed for the occasion." He scolded.

"Won't this stain the rug? I thought your parents couldn't find out about this yet."

Bo softly giggled, letting out mostly air with little sound.

"My parents buy new home décor every few months, they won't even notice if we do."

That was more than enough of an excuse. Randall grabbed his shirt from his waist, beginning to pull it over his head. As his eyesight faded again, he felt Bo draw close, gently grabbing onto his pants and unbuckling his belt. They were carefully pulled away before he'd even gotten his shirt completely off. The sudden sensation of exposure caught him off guard.

"Do you need help with the shirt, too?" Bo teased.

"I think I can get my own shirt off"

"I bet you thought that about the pants, too."

With a grunt the shirt was flung away from the fire, and the two of them sat next to each other, naked, shadows dancing across their contoured bodies. They stared at each other, smiling contentedly, and for Randall, partly out of sheer excitement and nerves at what he knew was to come.

Bo raised himself onto his knees, gripping Randall's right leg firmly, raising it into the air. Randall turned onto his side as the excitement inside of him grew. The sensation of his own package falling onto his thigh was almost too much to bear already.

He watched as Bo's penis slid out further from his fuzzy sheath, shimmering in the unstable light. Bo adjusted himself, more behind, but not too far as to no longer be seen. There was a wet, tingling sensation at his rear as Bo poked at him, getting into position, already huffing in anticipation.

"Are you ready?"

Randall excitedly nodded, taking a deep breath in preparation.

"Go easy this time, it's supposed to be special, right?"

The pressure slowly built, and Randall felt himself beginning to slide open, chilled moisture beginning to lubricate forbidden places in his body.

It went deeper, still slowly, and Randall let out a gasp as he shuddered from the cool sensation, pleasant pressure beginning to build inside of him. His penis began to poke out from his own body, dribbling excited fluids onto his body.

Bo gently pushed him onto his back, ready to begin his task. Randall bent his knees and held up his rump, groaning in pleasure. The pressure inside quickly left, then slowly reappeared as Bo thrust into him a first time, eliciting another gasp.

"That feels amazing..." Randall whispered, not able to speak any louder.

His whole lower half tingled as Bo worked on, gently sliding in and out, again and again. Randall's penis wobbled fully into the open from inside of himself, cool air stinging it. Randall reached for it, but again his hand was pushed away. He looked up, confused, vision bouncing lightly up and down as he felt his insides growing warmer as his muscles began to loosen.

"Nope, you're gift is hands free this time."

"You think you're good enough to pull that off?" Randall quipped back with a smirk.

"Just you watch."

The huffing and grunting continued as Randall was pushed and pulled on the wonderful carpet. Religions claimed meditation was the key to spiritual health, but they'd never experienced the zen of this carpet and the warmth of a friend.

Soon his loins were overtaken by furious, euphoric burning, and he knew he was getting close. Bo had actually pulled it off.

"I'm... Nng..." Randall muttered, trying to steady his voice while Bo pumped into him.

"Getting close?"

"I think I'm pretty much... knocking at the... at the..."

His voice trembled, his groin burning hotter as ecstasy began to flood his body.

"Oh GOD Ffff...."

But he couldn't get the words out. His legs twitched, muscles clamping down around Bo as he began to spasm, but still he did not let up on his thrusts. Randall huffed and squirmed as he began to squirt onto himself, spraying his fur with new white patches to compliment the old.

"You like that, huh?"

But Randall couldn't speak. As his eyes rolled to the tops of their sockets, he heard Bo continue to talk, barely.

"Do you want the knot? I'm close." He asked cautiously. Randall struggled, but managed to lift his head.

"If you think you can fit." He sputtered back between heavy breaths.

Bo began pushing into him once more, picking up speed rapidly. Randall's insides still hadn't stopped their incredible vibrations from his first orgasm, but already he felt them building up again, even more furiously than before.

"I'm... I'm..." Bo grunted.

Randall felt a sharp pain as he was stretched wider than before, shocking him from the waist down, but it mixed together with the other sensations flowing through him into something far greater.

He felt Bo throbbing inside of him now, grinding against him more roughly, desperate for his own ending. Randall dribbled onto himself again as he bounced intensely, groaning again.

Bo let out a loud moan, and immediately Randall felt him pulsing and bucking inside of him as a wave of warmth crashed into his insides.

It spread further as Bo huffed and puffed, out of breath. Randall shuddered deeply again, his whole body shaking and trembling from the wonderful sensation. The two held their positions, stuck together for a moment both physically, and emotionally.

Bo's knees buckled, and he fell to his backside, pulling Randall forward towards him with a start. They were both quiet, not out of awkwardness this time, but exhaustion, each smiling away their troubles for however brief a moment it may have ended up being.

"I think..." Randall murmured.

"I think... I think I need a shower... There's cum in my fur."

Bo let out a single, airy laugh, more gasp than anything else.

"If you can think of a way for us to get there... I'd be happy to oblige."

Both of them laughed again, loudly this time, tears rolling down their faces.

"Bo, what am going to get you for Christmas? You stole my gift idea..."

More laughing, echoing through the room as the flames dimmed.

"You already gave me my gift."

"A warm place to hide your dick?"

"No, a friend... for the holidays."