Smutty Advent -- December 4

(I know I'm a day late, but I was sick yesterday)

Today we have Jack and Oliver!

Jack frowned as he watched his master wander around the living room, fussing with the Christmas decorations, picking them up and putting them back in the same spot. It was Oliver's first Christmas since he'd retired from the board of the Hammer Club and Jack thought his master was a little at a loss as to what to do.

Well, he could certainly help with that.

He went into the living room and picked up one of the little trees that littered the shelves. This one had red ornaments. "I hate this one." He dropped it onto the floor.

"Jack!" Oliver spun about, stared at him.

Clearly, his master was being obtuse today. He went over to a blue one and grabbed it. "This one sucks, too." He let it drop.

"Boy." Oliver's voice was hard, sharp. "Come here. Now."

A thrill went through him at Oliver's tone. "Yes, master." He went to Oliver and knelt in front of him.

"You're going to clean the floor, boy." Oliver's eyes were flashing.

"Yes, Master." It wasn't exactly what he'd been hoping for, but that look in his master's eyes sure beat what had been there before.

"After." Oliver's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging his head back.

He gazed up at his master, the slight pain on his scalp perfect. "Yes, Master."

"Naughty boy." Oliver smiled, bent low, and kissed him so hard it burned him to the ground.

Oh yes.

Merry Christmas to him!