Smutty Advent - December 13

Adam and Matt from Sold and Hoarse Play

Adam looked at the blank tree, the boxes of roses and lights and evergreens everywhere. He'd never thought decorating a B&B would suck so hard.

Matt came through from the kitchen, carrying another pair of boxes piled one on top of the other. "I think this is the last of it."

"Yay." He thought maybe Christmas sucked.

Matt gave him a look. "Oh, lovely, this will never do." Matt put down the boxes he was carrying.

Oh, God. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Master. It's going to be great."

"I don't care about the decorations, lovely. But you look shattered and it's Christmas -- I want you to be happy!"

"I just... there's so much." So very much.

"So leave it until tomorrow. We'll hire someone to come in and help up put it all up." Matt took his hands, squeezed them and began walking backward.

"Oh, that's a waste. I'm just being lazy..." He followed, eyes on Matt's face.

"No, it's a lot of work and if I can't indulge my lovely one now and then by getting someone else to hang all that shit, I mean those beautiful seasonal decorations..."

"I..." Oh, Matt was magical. Perfect. Wonderful.

"Just forget about them, Adam. And if you can't, that's okay, I have plans that will drive everything but you and me from your mind."

Matt was still backing up, leading them to their room.

"Yes, Master." His heart began to pound, excitement replacing exhaustion.

"I might have picked up a few things for your stocking. We might need to break them out early." Matt got the bedroom door open and candlelight danced, throwing shadows on the walls.

"Candles..." How lovely...

"I thought we'd start in front of the fire with a massage and then work our way from there."

"Are you tense, Master?"

"No, lovely, you are."

"Oh. Oh!" He wasn't sure whether to be embarrassed or pleased. It was more challenging than he'd thought, taking care of so many people.

"Now strip and let me make you feel good. It's been too long since I pampered my lovely one."

"Yes, Master. Thank you." He pushed into Matt's arms and risked a punishment by stealing a kiss.

Matt's sweet laughter filled his mouth. "You're welcome. Merry soon to be Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to us."

"Yes. Love you so."

This kiss was given freely, Matt breathing into him.

The worries and world disappeared, shattered, leaving only his master.

It was the perfect gift.