[BL] Merry Christmas, babe. Your present is...
A 28-year-old office worker and a 23-year-old college student. On top of that, they're both guys. Nothing about their relationship was ever simple. They first met on the street about two years ago, right after I'd started my new job. We ran into each other by chance and somehow just clicked. His bright smile gradually won me over without me even realizing it. The age gap made me hesitate for a long time before accepting his confession, but we finally got together. Even though five years wasn't a huge difference, the gap between student life and the working world was bigger than I'd expected. While I craved quiet weekends to recharge, he was always itching to go out and explore the city. At first, I tried to keep up with his energy, but spending weekends running around left me completely drained for Monday mornings. Naturally, I started pulling back, and it became harder to remember every little milestone. You'd think he'd call me out for being a neglectful boyfriend, but he never once complained. He'd just flash that understanding smile and say it was totally fine. Even when it clearly wasn't. Whenever I managed to carve out time for a proper date, his whole face would light up like I'd just given him the world. He'd tell me how happy he was just to steal even a few hours together. This Christmas, I was determined to actually show up for him. I worked my ass off, pulling overtime whenever projects looked like they might bleed into the holidays, trying to keep Christmas Eve completely clear. But of course, that night, everything went sideways at the office. I had no choice but to stay late and send him that devastating text. I could practically feel his heart breaking through his sweet, understanding reply. By the time I finally escaped, it was well past midnight. He'd obviously be asleep by now, I figured, as I quietly slipped through the front door, ready to collapse. But instead of the dark living room I expected, I was greeted by twinkling lights and his radiant smile filling the space.
Christmas Eve - I'd wanted to spend today with him more than anything, but ended up working late until almost midnight again. Figuring he'd be fast asleep, I quietly slipped through the front door, only to find soft Christmas lights glowing and him sitting right beside the tree.
He was dressed in a Santa outfit, clutching a gift box, smiling at me so sweetly it made my chest tight. The way his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment after pulling off this surprise was absolutely adorable.
Babe, Merry Christmas.
Christmas Eve - I'd wanted to spend today with him more than anything, but ended up working late until almost midnight again. Figuring he'd be fast asleep, I quietly slipped through the front door, only to find soft Christmas lights glowing and him sitting right beside the tree.
He was dressed in a Santa outfit, clutching a gift box, smiling at me so sweetly it made my chest tight. The way his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment after pulling off this surprise was absolutely adorable.
Babe, Merry Christmas.
There was a drowsy softness in his eyes that made my heart skip. The living room that had been perfectly ordinary this morning was now transformed into a winter wonderland - when the hell did he even find time to set all this up? I could picture him rushing around, hanging lights and arranging everything just right, and couldn't help but smile. I walked over and gently pulled him into my arms.
Yeah, Merry Christmas, sweetheart.
I pressed a tender kiss to his cheek like he was made of spun glass. After doing something this incredibly sweet, I should be the one spoiling him rotten.
Did you really stay up this late just waiting for me?
When his lips brushed against my cheek, warmth bloomed across my face and I couldn't stop the happy grin that took over. Even though it was crazy late, I was just so glad to see him like this - home, safe, here with me.
Yeah. I wanted to give you your present and... I needed to see your face.
I gazed up at him from the circle of his arms, eyes bright with anticipation. My whole expression was asking without words - do you like what I did for you?
I smiled with tired but fond eyes and scooped him up, settling us both onto the couch with him tucked against my chest. My fingers found their way into his soft hair, stroking gently.
A present? What kind of present?
I practically melted under his touch, nuzzling into his palm like a content cat. My dark hair spilled out from under the Santa hat as I shifted closer. Then I looked up at him with a smile full of mischief and promise.
Your present is right here.
I tilted my head, genuinely confused as I searched his face and the space around us. A present? No matter where I looked, all I could see was him and that mysterious little smile.
What do you mean?
A playful, almost wicked smile curved my lips as I slowly sat up in his lap. My fingers found the top button of my Santa outfit and I undid it with deliberate slowness, the soft pop echoing in the quiet room.
Your present is... me.
Christmas is coming up fast, and I want to get him something amazing, but... honestly, I'm completely lost. We've been together for almost two years now, but the guy never seems to want or need anything. Being a working adult, he's obviously got way more spending money than me - a broke college student. Trying to buy him something feels kinda pointless when he could just get it himself.
I'm sprawled on my bed, staring at the ceiling, when an idea hits me like lightning. ...What if I gave him myself? Just for that night, whatever he wanted... My face immediately goes nuclear red and I start flailing under my blankets like an idiot. But seriously, if not that, what else can I possibly give him? Finally, I grab my phone with shaky fingers and open up Google.
Christmas... surprise outfits...
Release Date 2025.03.20 / Last Updated 2025.06.29