Tyler had planned the whole thing in secret.
He booked the hotel suite. Ordered the chocolate-dipped strawberries. Laid out silk sheets and a bottle of champagne on ice. He even brought a box of heart-print briefs with the word YOURS stitched across the back in pink thread. It was supposed to be his surprise.
But like most things with Tyler, it didn’t go quite the way he imagined.
Logan was running late. Work, snow, city traffic—all of it conspiring against Tyler’s vision of a romantic, candlelit welcome. By the time Logan knocked at the door, Tyler had downed half the champagne and had clearly spent too long admiring himself in the mirror. He opened the door wearing nothing but the briefs and a cheeky smile.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, sir,” he purred. “Want your present?”
Logan blinked at him. “You started drinking without me?”
Tyler shrugged, trying to act coy. “I was lonely.”
Logan stepped inside, surveying the room. “And the candles? You left them lit while you napped?”
“I didn’t nap. I was just… resting my eyes.”
Logan picked up the half-burnt box of matches on the nightstand. “You left these on the bed.”
Tyler froze. “Oh.”
“Oh,” Logan repeated, voice dropping.
Tyler knew that tone. That this-is-no-longer-just-romantic tone.
“Strip,” Logan said, kicking off his shoes.
“But—Logan, it’s Valentine’s Day!”
“And you almost lit the bed on fire.”
Tyler backed toward the bed, protesting. “I was trying to be sexy! Romantic!”
“Tyler. Strip. Now.”
Heart-print briefs hit the floor.
Logan sat on the edge of the bed and pointed. “Over my lap.”
Tyler groaned—half protest, half thrill—and climbed into position, palms down on the silk sheets he’d so carefully arranged.
“I had this whole night planned,” Tyler muttered, face buried in the pillow.
“So did I,” Logan said, rubbing a slow circle on his bare cheek. “And it involved spanking you for other reasons. Now I’m just adding this to the list.”
The first smack landed sharp and clean.
Tyler gasped.
Logan didn’t rush. He took his time. Each swat delivered with enough sting to remind Tyler that even on a holiday devoted to love, mischief still had its consequences. Between smacks, he lectured. About safety. About trust. About how easily things could’ve gone wrong.
But beneath it all was love. Fierce, unwavering love.
Logan paused only to run his fingers down the curve of Tyler’s reddened backside. “You know I’d forgive almost anything, right?”
Tyler turned his head. “Even ruining Valentine’s Day?”
“You didn’t ruin it,” Logan said, softer now. “You made it ours.”
He leaned in and kissed Tyler’s shoulder, then guided him under the covers. Skin warm, hearts pounding.
Tyler snuggled close, eyes glassy. “So… do I still get my surprise?”
Logan smirked. “You already did.”
“But I meant the good one.”
Logan reached for the chocolate strawberries. “Then behave… or at least wait until after dessert.”
Tyler grinned sleepily. “No promises.”
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