Jack and Oliver

Jack eyed the last drawer with some suspicion.

The first twenty nine had proven to be full of every toy imaginable and he didn't think there was a single spot on his body that hadn't been stimulated in some way. Not that he was complaining, not at all. Oliver had been terribly inventive over the whole thing and Jack felt seen and wanted and loved deep, deep in his bones.

But tomorrow was New Year's Eve and they were going to the Hammer for the big party and he really wanted to be able to enjoy every second of it.

Oliver chuckled softly, hand sliding down his back. "Nervous, my dear?"

Jack shivered and pressed back into Oliver's touch. "A little. You've been so inventive, Master, I can't imagine what could be left."

"No?" Oliver chuckled, lips on the side of his throat. "I did have so much fun, finding your gifts."

He moaned softly and tilted his head, giving his Master more skin to touch. "And using them." God, they hadn't done so much in ages.

"Mmm. Yes, my dear. It's been a glorious holiday."

He turned and wrapped his arms around Oliver's neck, looked into his Master's eyes. "It has been. I love you so much, Oliver. It's kind of overwhelming just how much."

The smile Oliver gave him erased his curiosity about the last gift.

Oliver's kiss erased everything else.