"I can hear bells." Jim glanced around the loft. "Is this the first
sign I'm losing it, or -- no, judging by that grin on your face,
there's another explanation."
He walked toward Blair, who was lying sprawled out on the couch, making
it a prowl, his eyes narrowed, just to see Blair's grin widen even as
his body betrayed his interest in a dozen unmistakable ways.
Of course, who needed a dozen when Blair's erection was right there,
the tight jeans showcasing it blatantly, as well as…
"Oh, my God." Jim shook his head incredulously.
"Tell me you didn't."
Blair all but fucking purred, arching his hips and looking like every
present Jim had ever wanted to unwrap rolled into one. "I did."
"You peeked," Jim accused him. He debated standing by the couch and
looming but no, he had to get closer. He sank to his knees and folded
his arms across his chest to stop himself giving into temptation and
touching. "I told you not to look in that closet."
"You hadn't wrapped it." Blair shrugged. "Fair game."
"You little…"
Blair stroked the denim-clad bulge and Jim heard the muted jingle of
bells again from the ornamented cock ring. It had been an impulse buy
but he'd loved the idea of the bells swinging from Blair's cock, the
silvery jangle all but lost in Blair's moans and full-throated cries as
he fucked him hard and deep, then sounding gently as Blair rolled over
and snuggled in close. "Yeah," Blair said complacently. "I've been
really naughty. I'm a bad, bad Blair."
"Wait here," Jim said, ominously enough to get a blink of surprise from
Blair. He headed upstairs, taking his time. It didn't take long for him
to find what he wanted among a heap of presents with Blair's name on,
and even if it was three days before Christmas, well, Blair might have
been naughty, but he'd been very good, hadn't he? Sure he had.
He went back to the couch and handed Blair a flat box, gift-wrapped in
white with a single crimson ribbon crossing it. "Since you want your
presents early…"
Blair bit his lip and looked a little, just a little, uncertain.
"Open it," Jim ordered and watched Blair's tongue flick out to wet his
lips before he obeyed.
The crop looked wickedly beautiful, elegantly cruel. Jim didn't plan to
leave a mark that would last longer than an hour, if that, but he was
starting to think that he might not even get in a single stroke. The
way Blair was reacting to just holding it, he was going to come at the
first drag of leather over his upturned ass.
Well, that worked, too.
"Upstairs," Jim said softly, after treating himself to a kiss on
Blair's open, eager mouth. "And take your jeans off first; I want to
hear you make some noise."
Blair did just that, and ran upstairs, jingling all the way.