Smutty Advent - December 22

"Master?" Jim came downstairs, restless and frustrated. He'd tried napping, tried cleaning, tried doing damn near everything. Nothing was working. "Master, are you down here?"

"I am, baby."

"Are you busy?" They were supposed to be vacationing.

"No, no, come on down." He heard something making noise, but when he came downstairs, Marcus was sitting there at his work table, but the table was empty.

"Hey. Can we? Do you want to do something?" He was lonely.

"Can you give me five minutes?" Marcus chuckled suddenly. "I was uh... well, I was wrapping your Christmas gift."

"Oh. Oh, I'm sorry. Of course." He nodded and turned to head upstairs. He could start supper. Or maybe he could do some yard work...

"Baby stop right there."

"What?"

"Just keep looking away. I can wrap this with you in the room." He heard stuff moving, the sound of paper.

"I can get some stuff done upstairs." He sat on the steps, chin on his knees.

"No, I won't be long. And you can tell me why you came to find me."

"I just wanted you. I'm restless, bored. Frustrated a little." He shrugged, making the motion a long stretch. "I needed my Marcus."

"And you came to see me, to ask to be with me. I'm so proud of you, baby."

It was nice, to get praise for something so good, so right. "I didn't mean to interrupt, though. I should have guessed you were wrapping." He chuckled. "I ordered all your pre-wrapped."

"Isn't that cheating?"

"Nope. It's just super-organized."

Marcus laughed and then his stool pushed away and a moment later, presents were pushed into his hands. "These go under the tree."

"Bossy bossy." Jim winked, though, and stood, heading up the stairs backward.

Marcus' eyes held his, so hot, it was like Marcus was eating him right up.

They got to the top and Jim turned, adding the pretty black and red and green shiny boxes to the pile of goodies they'd collected.

Marcus wrapped up around him and kissed his ear. "Are you looking forward to the parties and celebrations this year, baby?"

"I am." They had good friends, lots of them, and the holiday parties always ended in hilarious stories.

"Good. Right now I'm looking forward to going upstairs and playing with a plug or two, and your stellar ass."

"Oh?" Oh, that sounded vastly not-boring.

Marcus kissed his ear again and he could feel his master's prick, hard against his ass. "Oh yes. You may not sit for days without remembering today."

"Oh, please. Please, Master." He pushed back, awake, present.

Marcus met his movements, rubbing against him. "The presents can wait. I'm opening my baby."

Jim nodded, eager, excited. "I'm yours, all of me."

"Then my life is complete."

They headed upstairs, together.

A perfect way to spend the holidays.