You're Like A French Fry (a transgender love story)

Hotel Room (fire addition)

We left the Uber, and walked inside of the hotel we're staying at.

""Привіт! Ви вже вибрали номер заздалегідь, чи бажаєте отримати його зараз?" The hotel receptionist asked in Ukrainian, I can only assume.

Using the words I learned to say that I don't speak Ukrainian I said, "Гей, я погано розмовляю українською!"

"Oh, phew, I don't speak Ukrainian that well either!" The receptionist sounded relieved.

"Oh, ok, that's good. Here's my room number," I say as I give them a sheet of paper that says F-04

I look closer at their name. Алла (Alla).

Alla, I like that name. I squint a little closer. The rest says, "pronouns: She/her. You also may refer to me as they/ them"

I smile, and nod.

"Ok, here's your key, Lee and James!" She smiles as she hands me two keys.

"I like your name!" I compliment her.

"Thank you, I'm told the meaning is unknown and it's German or something," she laughs.

"Have a good day!" I wave goodbye and James and I walk off.

We enter our room.

"Oh, jeez," James coughs. "Who. The. Fuck. Smoked. In. Here?" He waved his hand infront of his face.

"It even says no smoking, right there in that sign!" I cough.

We search around our hotel room before finding out the cause of the smoke smell.

The room has a small fire caught right near a flammable thing. James and I quickly blow out the fire, before it starts back up again.

"I'm gonna go call them and see if we can move rooms!" I yell and run over to the phone.

"Hello, cough, cough, there's a fire in our room that won't go out," I cough into the phone. "F-04."

They say they're coming up soon. I place down the phone, and go help James s'more.

"They'll be here soon," I inform James.

Soon, they arrive.

We get escorted out of the roomz and someone talks to us.

"Ok, we're so sorry about that! We have luxury hotel rooms open right now, and we're give you it for free. We're so so sorry!" They talk fast.

"Ok, which luxury room is available?" James asks.

"CX404, B-12. It's one massive room," they answer.

I look at James. He knows that those two numbers are from two different fandoms, Fallout, and Stray the cat video game.

"Sure, we'll take it!"

They hand us the room key, and we grab our luggage.

We take the elevator to the highest floor. No one else is allowed to take this elevator, and well, it's gonna be awhile until we reach the top.

We place our luggage down onto the floor of the elevator, and James slams me against the wall. "Long time in elevator, we're the only ones allowed in here, y'know what I wanna do," he says.

"Ok, do your worst! Yet, best!" I reply.

He grabs my chin, and we make out.

My hand travels down his pants, to his underwear, and I slide my hand down his underwear. "Oh, you wanna touch that, eh? Go ahead, baby." James grabs my wrist, and pushes it down to his dick.

I grab it, and rub it as ordered.

He takes his shirt off and pants and underwear, so he's standing there naked.

"Play with my penis," he orders. "I'm gonna take your clothes off~"

I do as ordered.

He strips me of my clothes, and orders me to bend over.

He grabs his lube, and applies it. He enters my ass, and I moan.

Loud. He grabs my body, and reposition us, so we're both standing.

His hand travels to my crouch, and it enters my body. A moan escaped my lips.

I may be trans, but getting fingered where a dick should be, feels so good.

As I'm on the verge of exploding with cum, when the escalator stops at our floor.

I try to hold it, as we both somehow walk, baggage in hand, him still in my ass, to our hotel room.

He walk in, and lock the door.

"Baby, I can't hold it any more!" I scream.

James quickly leaves my ass and lays me down onto the bed. He puts his mouth over where my dick should be, and sucks.

I peel off his condom, and put a new one on.

The publisher can wait, James and I are about to have the best night of our lives.