Smutty Advent - December 20

Popcorn balls were sticky.

Really sticky.

And hot.

Messy.

Tanny was pretty sure he wasn't any good at making them.

He stared at the bowl with the green goo, his hands caught in the hot, sticky mass up to his elbows.

Billy had to come home sometime, right?

Right?

He finally heard the front door open and close. "Montana? I'm home."

"Yay. I'm stuck. Help?"

"Stuck?" Billy came into the kitchen, setting his briefcase down at the doorway and then frowning. "Why are you elbow deep in ectoplasm?"

"I was tempted to jack off and this stopped me." He was going to have a temper tantrum.

"Well then, good." Billy came over and looked in the bowl. "Seriously, boy, what is that mess?"

"Popcorn balls. Can you please help me before I lose my shit?"

Billy rubbed his back with one hand while staring into the pot. "I think this situation requires lubricant."

"I spent a fortune on the ingredients. I'm supposed to have these for Jim's sub party tomorrow night." He sucked.

"What is it supposed to be?" Billy grabbed the olive oil and started pouring it over his arms, working it down past his elbows.

"Popcorn balls and they're ruined."

"Then we'll make something else for you to bring. This isn't the end of the world, Montana." Billy had the gunk worked down to his wrists now.

"Still. I'm tired of screwing up."

"Stop that, boy."

"Stop what? Screwing up?"

"Putting yourself down. So this didn't work out. You'll try again or try something new."

Billy's strong hands slid into his and pulled him out. The goo dripped everywhere, his fingers curled and sore.

"Let's get you in the shower and massage these poor hands."

"I'm sorry. I followed the recipe."

"And it didn't work. It happens. You're successful with most of the recipes you try." Billy's hand rubbed circles in his back, his master leading him toward the bathroom.

"I just...My hands are green."

"You could play the Grinch..."

"Oh, I'm going to bite you."

"I thought the Grinch stole presents and roast beasts?" Billy ducked quickly into the bathroom.

His green sore hand connected with Billy's butt.

"Montana!" Billy pounced him and dragged him into the shower.

"Ho ho ho."

"Brat! Amazing, beautiful, wonderful Brat."

The words made him smile, made him push into Billy's arms for a squeeze.

The water fell down all around them, his master, his Billy holding him tight against the sturdy body.

Finally he could breathe. "How did your errands go, Billy?"

"My errands went just fine." Billy's hands moved up and down his back.

"Good."

Billy felt so good. His master tilted his head and took a kiss. Tanny moaned, melting a little bit.

"That's better," murmured Billy before taking another kiss.

"Yes." Yes. That was.

"We'll make something together for the party tomorrow morning, okay?" Billy kept touching, lips sliding over his face now.

"Tomorrow. Tomorrow, please. Sir."

"Yes. We're busy tonight."

Busy. Oh, that sounded good.

Billy grinned. "Happy week before Christmas."

"Happy week before Christmas, sir."

Billy's kiss said everything was going to be okay.

He trusted that, with all he was. He always would.