Page 42 of His for Hanukkah

On the other hand, Adam might enjoy the gifts themselves, even if he used them another time. He could open them and then just cuddle.

He reached an arm over the edge of the couch and drew up the bag.

“Presents? For me?”

“Yes, baby.”

“But you already gave me your old guitar. And this looks like something you spent money on.”

“I did, because I like spoiling you. I don’t believe that people need to spend a lot of money on meaningful gifts, but I thought you’d like these. There are still three nights of Hanukkah left and I want them to be special.”

Adam drew in a slow smile. Had no one ever given him gifts before? Or did he like the idea of having a Daddy, maybe having Tate, be the one to spoil him?

“Go ahead and open them, baby.”

Adam dug gently through the tissue paper until he found the first package, but that seemed to be as much patience as he could muster. He tore the paper open with a great pull and the sparkly, baby-blue shirt poured into his lap.

“Oh, Tate, it’s wonderful!” Without a moment’s hesitation, he stood up and tore off the rather boring shirt he’d worn for services to slip the slinky new one over his head. “How do I look? Where’s the mirror?”

It sounded like it wasn’t going to be a quiet evening after all. “Hold on a second, sweetheart, there’s more.”

Adam hugged the bag to his chest and settled onto the floor, nestled between Tate’s knees. Then, he pulled out each of the smaller packages, lining them up along the coffee table. His eyes gleamed in the light of the candles.

“Maybe open them from smallest to largest.”

Adam turned to kiss him after opening each new tube and case of makeup. Tate could barely remember the time when he’d worn the stuff himself, and he didn’t want to wear it again. But he couldn’t wait to see Adam in his full glory.

Finally, he reached for the last box. Tate was glad now that he hadn’t waited, when it was clear how much Adam was enjoying the idea of making himself beautiful for Tate’s eyes.

The discrete white box revealed nothing, but inside Adam discovered a wide butt plug with a blue jewel at the base.

Adam grinned up at him mischievously. “Why do I get the feeling that these gifts are as much for your benefit as for mine?”

Tate smiled back. “Because you know me very well. Want to go make yourself beautiful for me, Little Star?”

Adam nodded.

“Shall I come watch or do you want it to be a surprise?”

“A surprise, I think.”

“Off with you, then. Take a shower if you like, but I want you back out here within an hour. I’m impatient around you.”

He sent his happy boy off with a smack on the ass.

While Adam got himself ready, Tate got things together for a meal later. He’d bought pizza crust that needed to rest at room temperature, and he chopped a few veggies that he placed in bowls. Once he was done with all the prep work, making and baking them later would be quick.

His mind kept drifting to Adam, though.

He wanted to watch that transformation one day, from responsible businessman to exotic butterfly. He’d always loved men in makeup and watching Adam would be an intimate and beautiful experience.

And then there was the butt plug… Would he put it in? Tate hadn’t given any instructions, but he got the sense that Adam would be as excited about it as he was.

He was finding it hard to wait.

When Adam finally came out, it stole his breath away. He couldn’t believe that this bold, beautiful boy was the same shy soul who had turned down his advances because he couldn’t find his voice.

Not doing anything by halves, Adam was playing some seductive song on his phone, which he set down as soon as he reached the couch.