Smutty Advent - December 9

Billy blew out a breath and looked around the kitchen. It was a total disaster. It had to be a hundred thousand degrees in here. There was flour and sugar spilled everywhere; the garbage was overflowing with empty baking supply packages and the sink was pilled almost to the ceiling with cookie pans.

Whose fucking idea had it been to offer to bring homemade cookies to the soup kitchen's Christmas Dinner this year instead of just serving there?

Oh right. That had been him. Of course that had also been before he'd known they needed to bring two thousand of the fuckers.

They'd started at six am and that was over fifteen hours ago. He was done. He might have to call in a cleaning service to deal with the fucking kitchen.

Tanny was pulling two more cookie sheets from the oven. "Are we done? Can we please be done?"

"We're done, baby. I'm going to order us a pizza and we can deal with..." he waved his hand at the kitchen as a whole. "Tomorrow."

"Okay. You go call." Tanny pushed his floury braid back.

"And you can go get a blanket to put down on the couch so we don't have to clean it, too."

"Uh-huh."

He wandered off, found his phone, and he heard the water running. He was going ot have to grumble if his boy was cleaning when he'd been told to leave it. He ordered the pizza and went in search of Tanny.

The dishes were flying, the soap and dishwasher going, cookies cooling everywhere.

"Montana!"

"Billy?" His boy had soap bubbles on his nose. It was adorable, really.

"Did I or did I not tell you we were going to deal with all this tomorrow? Did I or did I not tell you to go get a blanket and put it on the couch?" He was growling.

"The kitchen is dirty."

"That is not what I said. I said to leave it. We've been cooking for fifteen hours, we're both exhausted and the fucking dishes can wait."

"The kitchen is dirty!" Oh, someone was exhausted and not dealing well.

He went over and turned the water off, then grabbed his boy's hands. "Come with me, baby."

"I'm trying to help..." Tanny's eyes were wet with unshed tears.

"I know, baby. But I said no. Come on." He was going to strip his boy, cuff him, bind his prick and wrap him in a blanket and make him just be.

Montana followed him, staying close, breathing hard. He got them into the living room and pressed their mouths together as he began to strip his baby out of the filthy clothes.

"I forgot the blanket."

"I know, baby." He just kept striping Montana down, fingers dragging over skin as it was exposed. Tanny was heavy-limbed, clumsy. He worked as quickly as he could and soon had his baby naked. He set heavy leather cuffs around each wrist.

"I need a shower, first..."

"Nope." He hooked the cuffs together and grabbed Tanny's cock cage from the little drawer in the table.

"I do. I want a shower." His boy was spoiling for attention.

"It's not going to happen right now, boy, so you just simmer down and let me bind you." He opened the metal cage and wrapped it around that pretty prick.

"I worked hard. I did all the things."

"You did. And then you disobeyed me." He closed the cage around Montana's prick and grabbed the blanket.

"I was cleaning."

"I told you to leave it." He put the blanket around Montana's shoulders, wrapped his baby in it. "We're sitting now."

It only took Montana about three breaths to settle, heavy and quiet against him. Sitting there, Montana in his arms, he just breathed, let the quiet settle over them.

"Love you." Montana yawned. "I hate cookies."

He chuckled. "Yeah. We should have either started earlier or bought them. I think that wouldn't have been in the spirit of the thing, though."

"Whatever. Next year let's give money."

"That's too easy." He slid his fingers beneath the blanket, stroking his boy's skin.

"So? Sometimes easy is okay."

He chuckled. "Maybe."

"It is. I'm tired. You're tired. It's hot. If we gave two hundred dollars, someone professional could make fifty dozen cookies."

"So next year we'll arrange for that new bakery to deliver Christmas cupcakes or something. That way we're supporting a new local, gay business and we're providing fresh baked goods to the homeless." He nodded. "It's a good idea, baby."

"I have them, sometimes."

"I know you do, Montana. You have a lot of them." He was very proud of his boy.

"Flatterer."

"No, I'm not. It's just the truth." He rubbed Montana's belly, fingers beginning to creep up toward his boy's nipples.

"Always pushing, Billy."

"Yes."

Montana smiled for him, never opening his eyes.

He kissed the side of Montana's eye, his fingers still creeping upward. "Merry Christmas, Montana."

"Merry Christmas, Master."

Billy smiled.