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Tenna promised a surprise for him at the end of the shooting day. They just got married and every time Spamton brought up a honeymoon, Tenna would redirect his attention to another subject.
It pissed him off and he knew how cheap the CRT can be. Not that he wouldn't mind a week spent in bed with him, fucking each other like their lives depended on it. Just the thought alone was nice.
He sat there, knowing he just wanted to spend time with his new husband. This paperwork wasn't going to get done tonight, as much as he wanted it to disappear or for it to take up all his time waiting for Tenna.
Fuck it, he was going to figure what that damn CRT had bouncing in his box. He shuffled off his chair to the Green Room.
Among the crew was the hard to miss CRT. He was dismissing them for the day, giving them praise for a job well done. Tenna turned to him and lit up brighter at Spamton's presence.
“Spammy! You're just in time! My surprise is ready!” Tenna lowered himself to his level, arms outstretched. Spamton couldn't resist the pull as the CRT gave him a kiss. Hopefully not the last one they would have today. Tenna gently picked him up onto his shoulder. “Now, cover your eyes. No peaking!”
Spamton rolled his eyes, but he did as he said, covering his eyes with one hand while stabilizing himself on Tenna's box head. Tenna rose and started walking, Spamton recognizing his movements from the many times he sat on his shoulder to hitch a ride.
It was probably only a few minutes of walking, but focusing on Tenna's movement to get some inkling of where he was going made the time drag out.
The floor under them changed from the tile to a crunchy material and there was the distant sound of waves? Where the fuck were they?
“Okay Spamton, you can look now!” Spamton could hear the smile in his voice. His hand released his face to blink at a bright light. His eyes adjusted to a light blue and soft sand. Palm trees contrasted the bright sky.
There was no way they were still in the studio, but it felt so real.
Then it hit him. He knows this island. It was a little thing Tenna put in the board games. That little heart shaped island with the palm trees that could turn rainbow with just a touch.
This was the Tropic of Love.
“Ta da! Welcome to our honeymoon!” Tenna set him down in the sand. “I hope you like it, Spammy!”
Spamton couldn't believe it. The sand was real in his hands. The trees were real. The water was real. There was a sun shining down on them. He had so many questions as to how this was possible. That had to be a set, right?
Tenna continued. “We're all alone. It's just the two of us in the studio. We can relax for once.”
“And have beach sex?”
“And have beach sex! Yes, Spamton, we can have beach sex!” In a comical action, he ripped his regular TV attire to reveal beach shorts underneath. Spamton half expected it to be a speedo. In fact that would've been nice. Seeing his junk move as he walked. The shorts were still good. Form fitting to give him a hint at what was underneath, but damn if Spamton wanted more.
“How long do we have here?” Spamton looked up at the goofy smile spread across his box.
“We are hosting reruns for the rest of the week. The staff promised to deliver food from Cyber City to keep you from turning to stone.”
“A week?! Holy shit, Tens! I didn't think it could be done, but look at you! Well, I'm horribly overdressed for the occasion. Mike, strip me!”
“Wait, what?!” The lights turned off for a moment, then back on to reveal a very naked Spamton. Tenna yelped and a tent bounced into his pants.
“What? Might as well if this is our private beach!”
“Come on, Spam! I wanna spend time with you! No nude beach!”
“Well I want my cunt knocked up, full of your cum and sand, my back scratched up from you fucking me against every tree on this island by the end of the week and it's not going to get that way by wearing clothes!”
Tenna’s screen turned a very bright pink. “You'll let me knock you up? You want babies with me, Spammy?”
Spamton just realized what he was implying and yeah, he wanted that. He wanted Tenna to impregnate him. He was surprised he wasn't pregnant already, but he was usually the one to pump his cum into the TV.
“Listen, I know how much you've wanted a family and I'll give it to you. But you gotta give me that dick of yours.”
“Okay! That's fair. It's how we're even here in the first place?” Tenna reluctantly discarded the swim shorts and it disappeared into pixels.
“Wait hold on, what do you mean?” Spamton watched Tenna shrink a little.
“Well we're technically in my head. I'm projecting this entire thing into you. That's how it's working.”
“What does this have to do with your dick?” Spamton was putting the pieces together, but he wanted to hear it from the TV himself.
“Ever since you told me about how you can upload yourself into CDs, I went researching and found out I can project myself into another Darkner as long as I'm connected to them.”
“So you have your dick in me or something? I didn't even feel you putting it in.”
“No, nothing like that. I'm just holding your hand on the TV couch in the controller room, sending information that way. I have to be plugged into the system to project.”
“Well you can't knock me up out there if you don't have your dick in me. Get to it.” Spamton made it easy by bending over and showing his ass and underside of his slimy dick where a slit could be seen. Wet and waiting for him. Even at his angle, he could see Tenna swallow hard.
“Give me a second then. It's going to be hard to move myself outside. Come here so I can ghost it.” Tenna gestured with his hands for Spamton to come over, which he did. Tenna gently moved him to his side, taking his hand. Then as gently as he could, picked him up, pretended to take off his pants, pushed his own fake pants down, and finally put his fingers on Spamton’s folds, opening them wide. He let Spamton control how quickly he took the shaft, not expecting him to drop down as quickly as he could until their hips met. Tenna still had to shove him a little to mirror his actions.
He could feel that stretch of that extra large cock inside of him. It was a stretch he desperately missed. Even if this was all in Tenna's head, Spamton could still feel him taking up that space in their world. “Oh sweet heaven!” He gasped.
“Don’t nut just yet, we just got STARTED!”
“I just might to see what you'll do.”
“So you wanna be punished? You naughty slut.” Tenna bit into his shoulder to give him a prick of pain before licking him. Tenna didn’t really want to hurt him like that. He really didn’t want to hurt him at all, but he knew Spamton hated when people treated him like glass.
Spamton took Tenna’s hands and roughly placing his large hands on his hips. “Fuck me, Tenna.” He ordered.
Tenna didn’t have to be told twice, fucking into him like a dog in heat, panting and whining as he was desperate to cum and make it stick inside of Spamton. Just the idea of him round with their child was sending him wild. He needed that more than anything.
If rolls were reversed, Tenna would have had a kid with Spamton now just for the attention of his mailman. Well, not just for that, but it was a nice bonus.
Spamton panted in the sands, gaze shifting to the giant above him.
“Fuck Spamton, is it weird seeing you round and pregnant is sending me? Like I need to see you that way? All big and round from our child. A reminder that I made you mine. That no one else can make you this way because I got to you first.” They shared a moan as Spamton clenched around him and Tenna hit his g spot.
“Then what are you waiting for? Knock me up. My womb is hungry for your seed.” He gasped as those large hands gripped him harder around his sides, shoving the full length of his dick up his cervix, pumping white hot cum into his womb with every rut. Large hands keeping him in place. “Don’t move. Gotta make sure that sticks.”
“I'm not, cathode.” He gasped when the CRT pulled his hips up, feeling the cum slosh forward.
This was going to be an amazing and long week.
The rest of the week was spent keeping to their word about fucking each other, but also having fun and relaxing. Swimming together. Sitting on the beach until both of them felt dry from the sun, even if it wasn't real. They were inside each other more than they were not.
By the end of it, as nice as it was, they were both ready to return to the studio and continue their jobs. Their bodies were heavy and bloated from the week, but it was so worth it to spend that time together.
They both shared one more kiss before getting ejected from the system. Spamton's eyes couldn't focus for a moment. Blinking back the light from the monitor. The island he just spent a week in stared at him. Exhaustion was pulling at his joints that was telling him he needed to go back to his own world for a few days. He was still wearing the clothes they both finished the day in a week ago aside from their pants.
Large hands on his hips slowly slid the monster out of his soaked cunt. Spamton gasped out at finally being empty. His hands moved to his belly and was met with a hard spot that shifted under his touch.
Those were definitely eggs.
He stood up from the couch and Tenna's lap, groaning as the eggs shifted inside of him.
“Guess you got your wish,” he mumbles to the TV.
“Wait what?” Tenna was getting his pants back on.
“Give me your hand, box head.” Spamton waved his fingers to Tenna, who offered his hand. Spamton guided his big hand to his stomach, pressing his fingers into his uterus.
The giant of a man gasped at the shifting. “Oh Spammy!” He was lifted into the air suddenly and snuggled tight around his chest. “Oh I can't wait! We're gonna be dads!”
Spamton rolled his eyes, but couldn't help smiling at his husband’s reaction.
He leaned into the touch, no longer caring about whatever was left of his reputation.
He was Tenna's and that was enough.