Status: C/U
Category: birthday present! 
Disclaimers: not mine, but we sure have fun together
Rating: adults only. Slash and sex
Summary: Paul’s birthday. Guess what his present is
Dedication: Happy Birthday Widget! A little present, but I hope you like it! 

“Happy birthday to you!” 

Paul closed the door behind him, laughing, as Daniel launched into his song. 

“Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday to you!
You’re a Major Liaison
And my lover tooooo!” 

He finished off the rousing chorus with a deep, slow kiss on the lips. “Happy birthday, Paul. And here’s to many, many more together.” 

Paul grinned as he gently stroked his hands up and down the smooth curves of his lovers’ back. “Thankyou,” he said simply. 

Daniel reached up to brush a stray hair smoothly back. “You thought you could sneak it past me, too.” 

Paul laughed, hugging Daniel even tighter. “I wasn’t trying to sneak anything past you, Dan,” he protested. 

“You were just ignoring it in the hope that it would go away?” 

Paul gave a non-committal shrug and pointedly refused to answer. Looking over Daniel’s shoulder, his eyes were drawn to the ring of candles set up on the table. “Oh, cake and everything! You shouldn’t have, love.” 

“But I wanted to,” Daniel said simply, watching with quiet pleasure as Paul moved over to admire the candle-lit cake. “Besides, its devils food.” He pressed his body to Paul’s back and looped his arms around his waist as he rested his chin on Paul’s shoulder. “Go on, birthday boy. Chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate. You know you want to.” 

Paul reached up to lay a gentle hand on Daniel’s cheek. “Are you the little devil on my shoulder?” 

“No, the little Angel,” Daniel said with a snorty little laugh. “I haven’t got the horns for it.” 

Paul turned to bring his face in line for another kiss. “Your halo seems to have slipped, Dr Angel.” 

Daniel smiled into the kiss then trailed a series of light nips and licks up along the line of Paul’s jaw. “Are you complaining?” he whispered huskily into Paul’s ear. 

“Bed?” Paul whispered quietly, not caring how needy he sounded. 

Daniel pulled back to show Paul his evil grin. “Cake first.” Reaching over, he hooked two fingers into the rich, soft chocolate cake. With a smile, he offered the morsel to his lover. 

Licking his lips in anticipation, Paul closed his eyes as the first taste of chocolate touched his tongue. Slowly, methodically, he licked and sucked Daniel’s fingers until they were clean. Finally, Daniel pulled his fingers clear of Paul’s lips with an audible little pop. 

He reached back towards the cake and dug his fingers in again. “More?” 

Paul smiled seductively as he snagged Daniel’s hand at the wrist. Slowly, he guided the unresisting hand up and painted a chocolate smear down Daniel’s nose. 

“Pa-aul!” 

Paul silenced the teasing whine with a quick kiss, then lifted his head to devour the chocolate streak with long, rasping, cat-like strokes of his tongue. 

Paul’s hands rested on Daniel’s waist as he pecked a kiss onto the end of Daniel’s chocolate-free nose. He smiled as he felt tiny tremors run through Daniel’s body. “More?” he asked breathily. 

“More,” Daniel pleaded. “Please?” 

Chuckling silently, Paul paused to admire Daniel’s closed eyes and lightly flushed features. Reaching over, he tore off another chuck of cake, enjoying the sensation of the sauce running down his arms. “Open wide.” 

Obediently Daniel’s lips parted, and Paul delivered the cake to his waiting mouth, finishing with a small sucking kiss on Daniel’s lower lip. He could taste the unmistakable taste of Daniel beneath the rich explosion of chocolate. Paul found himself almost purring as he savouring the complimenting tastes. 

Daniel smiled and swallowed his mouthful. “More?” he asked hopefully. 

“Bed,” Paul countered. 

“So no more cake?” 

“Bring it,” Paul said as he slid his hands under Daniel’s shirt to stroke bare skin. 

“Chocolate on the sheets?” 

“Screw the sheets.” 

“I’d rather screw you,” Daniel said as he bit his lip and looked up at Paul through his lashes. It was a deliberate pose of coyness, and Daniel knew it always drove Paul wild. 

“Bring the cake, and we’ll see what can be arranged,” Paul replied before he ground his mouth onto Daniel’s in a fierce kiss. 

Stumbling over each other, panting words of love and lust to each other, they managed to make it down the hall and into their bedroom. Daniel carefully laid his plate on the bedside table whilst Paul tried to get his shirt off in the quickest manner possible. “Careful!” Daniel called out, laughing as Paul wrestled with the buttons. 

Paul cheered as he finally pulled the shirt clear, exposing Daniel’s golden skin to the low lamplight. 

Gently, Paul pushed his lover backwards onto the bed. Quickly shucking his own jeans, he helped Daniel out of his pants before straddling Daniel’s hips. 

Reaching back, he took the chance to grind his butt onto Daniel’s erection as he reached back for another handful of the mangled cake. As Daniel groaned and writhed beneath him, Paul began to paint in chocolate on his chest. “What should I write?” 

“Paint a bow, then you can unwrap me,” Daniel suggested with a meaningful thrust of his hips. 

Paul knew he was grinning like an idiot, but he didn’t care. With deliberate care, he began to paint, drawing chocolatey lines across the top of Daniel’s nipples, down his ribcage, along his scar and around his bellybutton. He then retraced the lines with his tongue. By the time he was through, Daniel was writhing and groaning continuously beneath him. “Paul, please!” 

Paul could barely hold on himself now. Reaching across, he fumbled for the lube. Pressing a kiss to Daniel’s pouting lips, he asked “ready?” 

Daniel’s hands reached up and clamped onto either side of Paul’s head. “If you don’t do me now,” he said with forced clarity. “I will hate you forever.” 

Laughing, Paul slipped out of his grasp and slid one finger in, slow and careful. Daniel cried out for more, more, faster, more. Pausing only to slick down his own weeping cock, he positioned himself and slowly and gently pressed into Daniel. 

Daniel cried out and tried to grind down, but Paul gripped his hips and held him steady. He wanted this moment to last forever, to bask for as long as he could in the glow. 

Long, slow, strokes, both of them sobbing quietly for breath in-between hissed words of love and need. Paul felt the pressure grow, pool in his belly as his control began to slip. He began to move faster, harder, feeling Daniel’s fingers dig into his skin, encouraging him, pulling him closer. Pulling him over the edge. 

Paul collapsed onto Daniel, a deadweight. He did purr when he felt Daniel’s arms instantly wrap around him, hugging him close. He showered kissed onto the sweat-slick flesh, trying to show what he could not put into words. They slid against each other, limbs naturally falling into place as they settled themselves together as an intertwined whole. 

He felt Daniel’s lips press into his hair. “Happy birthday, babe.” 

Content and safe in Daniel’s arms, Paul closed his eyes and let himself fall asleep.