Smutty Advent - December 8

Marcus was up to his ears in Christmas orders and had been working and working and working. Long hours making every leather bdsm item imaginable. Longer hours wrapping, boxing and shipping them. It was great to be in demand, but he was going to have to think about making the cut-off to order items for Christmas much earlier next year.

He sighed and wrapped the end of the last flogger he was doing today -- hell, the glue was making him high.

The smell of peppermint and coffee hit his nose, a mug with whipped cream and a candy cane placed on the edge of his table right before Jim's hands landed on his shoulders.

He groaned, the smell making his stomach rumble. "That smells divine, baby."

"I saved my coffee treat for this today. I thought you might appreciate one, too."

"So good to me, baby." He leaned back against Jim, ignoring the leather in his hand for now.

Jim kissed the top of his head. "Is there anything I can do, master? To help?"

"Let me just finish wrapping this before the glue dries and I'll be done for the day."

"Can I stay and keep you company?"

"I'd like that, baby. I'd like it a lot. Even if you are distracting," he teased.

"I'll clean. And I am not." Jim winked over.

He chuckled and went back to wrapping the leather around the handle of the flogger. The scent of peppermint was in the air, Jim was humming softly, and it was easier. In no time at all, he'd finished the piece and set it on the drying rack.

"All done, baby."

"Hooray." Jim applauded, grinning over at him.

He grinned back at his boy. "That was the last one. I just have a couple boxes to put together and mail tomorrow and I'm done. Two whole weeks where I'm not even going to think about work."

"Really? You think you can do that? Not think about work for two whole weeks?"

"I know I can. How about you, baby?" His Jim had a hard time shutting off that part of his brain.

"It'll be my birthday present."

"What happened to Christmas?"

"It's coming. Cookies, parties, carolling."

He shook his head. "I meant what about your Christmas present? Why did we jump to your birthday?"

"Oh, I don't know. I guess my birthday is like the end of the holidays for me, you know?"

"Ah." He opened his arms for his boy. "That makes sense, baby."

"Sure it does. That's what happens when you're a New Years baby, my Halloweenie master."

Oh, his baby was in a lovely mood.

Laughing, he guided Jim up the stairs, turning off the light as they hit the main floor. "This Halloweenie master has plans for your New Year's baby ass."

"You forgot your coffee."

"That's okay, baby. I have you."

Jim kissed him, slow and lazy. "Thank God."

"Yeah." He rubbed their noses together. "Merry Christmas, baby.""

"Merry Christmas, Master. Let's go start our vacation."

Perfect.