December 7

Today is Adam and Matt from Sold.


Adam finished his Sun Salutations, then stretched up into tree pose in front of the big picture window in their bedroom, watching the snow fall.

He became aware of his Master's presence, but Matt didn't say anything, wasn't moving around.

He slowly released the pose, standing proud and naked.

"I have never seen anything so stunning." Matt came up to him, hands, warm and strong, sliding over his shoulders.

"Master?" He'd just been stretching, welcoming the day in their new home.

"The light from the snow is reflecting off your skin." Matt's fingers slid along his arms.

He spread, smiled, leaned into Matt's warmth.

"Happy Christmas Eve, lovely."

"Merry Christmas Eve, Master."

"Are you still happy we didn't go back west for the holidays?"

"Oh, yes. This is magical. New. Ours." He'd never been so happy.

"Yes, ours. I like how that sounds because you're a part of it." Matt's fingers slid over his skin, tracing his muscles.

"Mmm." He arched, stretched easily.

"Look at that snow. Good thing our shopping's done; we might be stuck here for a few days." Matt didn't sound particularly concerned about that.

"That sounds heavenly."

"It does, doesn't it? Just you and me, the snow and Christmas music. And the smell of pine." They had a real tree in the common room, its scent so lovely.

He twined his fingers with Matt's. "Yes, Master. Just perfect."

"Good. I love you, my Adam." Matt kissed his cheek, held him close.

Adam nodded, leaned back, and sighed.