Tyler had been planning Logan’s birthday for weeks. It wasn’t going to be a party — Logan wasn’t much for parties on his birthday — but Tyler wanted to make it special. Their wedding was only a few weeks away, and with everything so busy lately, they hadn’t had a quiet evening just for the two of them in too long.
So Tyler cleared the calendar. No gym, no errands, no distractions. He’d even gotten Logan to promise to stay out of the kitchen, which wasn’t easy. But Logan relented — after all, Tyler was a fantastic cook when he wanted to be. And tonight? He wanted to be.
By six-thirty, the apartment smelled incredible: garlic and rosemary, seared steak, roasted potatoes, a chocolate torte cooling on the counter. Tyler had set the table with fresh flowers and candles, and even dressed up a little — a crisp shirt, no apron. And underneath... nothing but a red jockstrap. Because he had plans for after dessert.
When Logan walked in the door, a smile spread across his face. “Mmm... something smells amazing.” He pulled Tyler into a kiss. “And you look edible.”
“Happy birthday, baby,” Tyler said, grinning. “Now go sit. Dinner’s almost ready.”
They ate leisurely, talking about their upcoming wedding, their honeymoon plans, and laughing over memories from the past year. Tyler topped up Logan’s wine and watched the soft candlelight on his handsome face — still so in love it made his chest ache.
When Logan finally pushed back from the table, full and happy, Tyler kissed him again. “Don’t go anywhere. I have one more surprise.”
Logan raised a brow. “Oh?”
“You know what day it is,” Tyler said with a wicked grin. “And we did agree that birthdays are fair game for a certain kind of... payback.”
Logan laughed. “Oh, is that what this is?”
Tyler nodded. “Mm-hmm. You always say my birthday spankings are good for me. Well, tonight they’re good for you.” He took Logan’s hand. “Come on.”
Logan let himself be led to the bedroom, still chuckling. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“I know,” Tyler said sweetly. “Now, pants off. Over the bed. And behave, or I will call this ‘pre-wedding discipline.’”
That got a real laugh from Logan, but he obeyed, stripping off his jeans and laying bare across the bed in just his briefs. Tyler trailed his fingers over the firm muscles of Logan’s backside.
“Twenty-four swats,” Tyler said softly. “One for each year since you turned thirty.” He winked. “I’m being generous.”
And with that, Tyler began — slow, measured spanks, each one a warm sting. Not too hard (Logan had taken much harder), but enough to make him shift a little, huffing softly against the covers.
Tyler counted aloud, voice teasing and affectionate. “...Twenty-two... twenty-three... twenty-four. There. Birthday boy properly spanked.”
Logan turned to look at him with a grin. “You really enjoyed that.”
Tyler leaned down, brushing his lips over Logan’s ear. “Maybe a little. You’re sexy when you’re over my bed.”
He kissed the faint red glow on Logan’s cheeks, then crawled up to kiss him properly. “Happy birthday, my love.”
Logan wrapped his arms around him. “Best birthday present I could ask for. Well... almost.”
Tyler grinned. “Oh, there’s more where that came from. But only if you’re a very good boy.”
They ended the night tangled together, making love slowly, savoring every touch. And when they finally drifted off, Logan held Tyler close, murmuring against his hair, “Next year... my husband.”
Tyler smiled sleepily. “And you’ll get birthday spanks again, Mr. Logan.”
“Looking forward to it,” Logan whispered. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Tyler said. “Happy birthday.”
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