They walked into the store and soon filled a cart to overloaded. Once paid for and packed into the back of the SUV, Qylar eyedthe skies. So far, so good, but the sun was falling. “Want to pick up dinner to-go before we head back?”
“We just bought a truckload of food.”
“And by the time we put it away, we’re going to be tired,” Qylar said, grinning. “My gods, you’ve fucked me nonstop for days. Can you not let a man rest?”
“Are you actually complaining about the amount of sex you’re getting?”
“Hardly! I want take-out so I can properly rest and prepare myself for what you have in store for me tonight.”
Kenji chuckled. “I don’t know… sounds like the old man might need a night off.”
“Not me, but I worry about you,” Qylar said.
“I’ll tell you if and when I need a break,” Kenji said.
“You’d better. I won’t forgive you if you push too hard.” He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Kenji’s lips. “It might not hurt to take tonight off, you know? I’m honestly concerned.”
“Alright,” Kenji muttered.
Qylar smiled. “Good.” He glanced around and noticed a Christmas tree lot just down the street. They’d need to get one. Some humans put them up weeks ahead, so did they really have to wait? “What sounds good?”
“We passed a pho place on the way in. How about that?”
“Pho it is.” Before he took off, he checked his phone to see how much longer before the storm hit. It had apparently went right on past them. There did look to be another band that was cominglater in the night, just as predicted. “Want to go pick out a tree first?”
Kenji grinned, but then it faded. “But the storm. Shouldn’t we get back?”
“Looks like we missed that first band. Another’s coming, but we have some time.”
“No snowandno sex?”
“Delayed snow. Delayed sex.”
Kenji sighed. “Where are we going to put it, though? The back is loaded.”
“Roof rack.”
Kenji smiled. “Then let’s get a tree.”
They exited and walked down the brightly lit, decorated street hand-in-hand. Cryss was usually the one who picked out the tree each year. Qylar was just the extra muscle to help get it on top of their vehicle. He surveyed the available trees, unsure what he was even looking for. Luckily, he overheard a man telling his older son exactly what to check to ensure they got a good tree and used that advice himself.
“How big do you want?” Kenji asked.
“Well, according to Cryss when he comes looking every season, it has to be rather large, considering the size of the living room. Too small and it’ll look tiny in that space.”
“Makes sense, I suppose. But that still doesn’t tell me too much. How many feet?”
Qylar scoffed. “No idea. When I see one that looks like the ones he usually buys, I’ll know.”
They toured the lot, but he didn’t see anything. Not until he made it all the way to the back. They had some monster trees there.“Nowwe’re talking.”
“Good lord,” Kenji said. “How are we getting that home?”
“We always manage.” With him and Cryss. He just might be asking for trouble doing it alone… but how hard could it be?”
After testing a couple of trees for falling needles and checking it over for brown spots, he decided on one. “What do you think?””
“It’s a tree,” Kenji replied.
