Better Than Friends - 1

Better Than Friends, A Hammer Story

By Sean Michael

Chapter One

Hank flashed his membership card at the doorman for
the first time, feeling like a stud as he walked into the
Hammer Club. He finally had a membership to the
hottest all-male BDSM club in town. Hell, from what
he'd heard, in the country. Or course, it had better be --
the initial membership had eaten up his entire savings.
Thank goodness renewals were less costly.

He was here now, though. At the best place in town

for the kind of things he was into. He'd been here before,
when he'd first asked to join and twice since then, but
this was his first time on his own as a full-fledged
member.

He nodded to the men he'd met, and there were a

couple, then headed to the bar. It was busy -- of course,
it was a Friday, and everyone seemed to be out and
about. He'd have a drink and see what happened next.
He sat on one of the stools.

The manager, a tall, lean man named Xavier, offered

him a smile. "Evening, Sir. What can I get you?"

"I'll have a glass of whatever you've got on tap,

please."

"You got it." Xavier drew up a pint, jabbering lightly

with him about nothing at all. It was pleasant -- nothing
intense, nice and easy.

There was music playing, couples on the dance floor,

the periodic sound of a moan or a hand hitting flesh. It
set a sexy, sensual mood, made him feel ready for
anything.

"Xavier, lovely, who the fuck is the new guy? Pitcher

or catcher?"

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"Watch your mouth, Jason," warned Xavier.
A husky laugh sounded. "Kiss my ass, beautiful. I

know you don't play."

Hank grinned; he liked the sound of the man's voice,

and he loved the bratty quality. He stood up, turned,
puffing up just a little, showing off. "I'm Hank, and I do
hell of a lot more than just pitch." Anyone could fuck --
he was a Dom.

Big green eyes went wide, his oldest friend from high

school standing there in eyeliner and silk, looking like a
vision. "Oh, fuck."

"Jason? Jason fucking Millhouse?" He couldn't

believe it. Jason was into the lifestyle? As a sub? As a
fucking stunning sub?

"I'm out of here. See you, Xavier." Just like that,

Jason was gone, pushing into the crowd, leaving the
manager standing there, beer in hand.

"Oh, no, you fucking don't." Sending an apologetic

look Xavier's way, he headed in the direction he'd last
seen Jason. He barely saw the dark head moving,
making for the door, and only because he was used to
finding it.

He caught up with Jason at the door, grabbing his

friend's arm and tugging him to the side. "Where the hell
are you going?"

"Leaving. I have somewhere to be. What the hell are

you doing here?"

A lean Asian man with a pierced eyebrow looked at

Hank. "Is there a problem?"

"We're good, thanks." He turned his attention back to

Jason. "I just joined. You're obviously a fixture. Come
sit and have a beer with me, and we can fill each other
in." Because clearly -- clearly -- there were some gaps in
what he knew about his best fucking friend.

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"I... I cannot fucking believe this. Come on and sit.

Jesus fucking Christ."

They passed by a tall, bald man whom Hank

remembered being introduced to. "Jason, watch your
mouth, or I'll have Nathan put you over his knee."

A bottom and a slut by the looks of things. God.

Hank was... stunned, floored. And more than a little
turned on.

Jason rolled his eyes and pushed him into a booth.

"Sit. Stay there. I'll find you a beer."

"No, you sit, too." Jason was going to run away again

if he gave the man half a chance, and then Hank would
have to go track him down in his penthouse office. He
grabbed Jason's arm, tugged him down, and waved
down a waiter. "Two beers, please."

Once the kid had disappeared, he gave Jason his full

attention. "So how long have you been hiding this?"

"I've been a member for eight years. I wasn't hiding

anything. Jesus fuck, Hank."

"I've known you since high school and never had a

clue. Eight years? Fuck. You look amazing." His cock
was getting harder by the minute.

"It's not like we dated. You didn't even fucking come

out until after college." Jason was flustered; Hank knew
the look -- didn't see it much, but he knew it.

"Yeah, but you've... you've been a member here since

then and you never said a thing, never gave any
indication this side of you existed." Business suits and
sweats, those were the clothes Jason wore. He was a
CEO and a jock. This stunning sub was new, to Hank at
least.

"Oh, sure. Hey, bud. Guess fucking what? I'm a

motherfucking sub at a men's club. I get off on
spankings and shit and..."

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"Jason! You're going to get in trouble!" The little

waiter's eyes were huge. "Master Oliver has you on
cursing restrictions from your last... deal."

"Fuck off, Jamie."
"Jason! I'll turn you over my knee and spank you

myself." Suddenly that was exactly what he wanted to
do.

"Don't go there with me, Hank. God, I can't believe

this... You. Here."

"Don't go there with you? We're already there,

Jason." He couldn't take his eyes off Jason, off the pretty
silk shirt, the made-up eyes.

"When did you become a member, man?"
"The check cleared on Wednesday."
"Congratulations." In that, Jason was telling the truth.

The man had thrown him a huge party for his promotion
to senior partner.

"Thanks, Jase." He shook his head and stared, his

whole world shifting, just a little.

"This has got to be the weirdest scenario I've ever

been in." Jason looked at him, eyes rolling. "So, are you
looking for a Top or what?"

He chuckled. "No, baby. I am a Top."
"Are you sure? I've seen you cry in your beer." This

teasing, playful man, this was the Jason he knew.

"And I've seen you take out a company like they were

the enemy and you a five-star general, and yet here you
are."

Jason shrugged. "It's a thing. I never once considered

seeing you in here."

"Ditto." He couldn't stop looking now that he had,

though. It was like he was meeting Jason for the first
time all over again. And yet he knew this man as well as
he knew anyone.

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Jason sipped his beer, leaned back into the cushions.

The silk draped over his belly, the ripped abs evident.
"So what kind of man are you looking for? I know
everybody, for the most part."

Hank shrugged. "I hadn't given it a whole lot of

thought. I've played the field some, tried different things
out. I never got too adventurous, though. A lot of places
aren't like this one." Truth be told, he wanted someone
special. Someone who could be his friend as well as his
sub.

Jason nodded. "Well, there's a little bit of everything.

From wild to boring to everything in between."

"You going to be my guide?"
"Now, Hank. Do you really want me to tell the subs

how you can belch your ABCs and that you swell up
when you eat walnuts?"

"Nope, but I don't think you want me telling the Tops

that you get stupid when you drink even a little tequila
and that you faint at the sight of blood." He could play
this game all night with Jason; they knew each other's
weaknesses -- and strengths -- too well for it to be any
sort of threat.

Jason's laugh rang out, warm and happy, and about

half a dozen people turned to look.

He didn't mind them looking at all. He was happy to

be sitting here with Jason.

"So, really, how did you find out about the

Hammer?"

He didn't mind answering, but there were other

questions he wanted to know the answers to. Like what
had the waiter meant by 'cursing restrictions' and did
Jason have a steady?

"If you're in the lifestyle at all, you hear about the

club. Once I had, I did research." Jason knew what he
was like when it came to chasing down information.

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"What about you? How long have you been a member
here? And why does Oliver have you on cursing
restriction?" Oliver had a sub. A full-time, permanent
one, so Hank knew Jason wasn't with the man.

"I told you, eight years. I was dating Marcus

Goodfellow at the time. He introduced me. And I might
have gotten into a bit of a screaming match with Master
Oliver's boy, Jack. In the parking lot."

Hank laughed, he couldn't help it. "Now that sounds

like the Jason I know and love. Don't you have a Top of
your own to keep you in line?"

"I haven't found one who can handle me for any

length of time. I require a certain amount of attention."

"I'll just bet you do."
Jason stuck out his tongue. It was playful, wicked.

Naughty.

He reached over to grab Jason's tongue with his

fingers. Jason's eyes went wide, and suddenly, the air
between them was charged. He held on to Jason's
tongue, his friend's lips soft against his fingers. He
couldn't make himself let go or look away.

Jason's cheeks went a dark, deep red. He finally let

his hand drop, but not his gaze.

"I have to go, Hank."
"No, you don't."
Jason could stay right there and they could have

supper together. See what else developed.

"Hank!" God, how had he never seen this bratty,

clever, beautiful boy?

He sat back and kept Jason's gaze. "You're going to

have supper with me, and you're going to tell me all the
naughty, dirty, hot, nasty things you like to have done to
you."

Jason stared at him, eyes huge.

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Oh, score. Looked like he could keep Jason quiet just

fine.

The waiter came back, smiled. "Can I get you

anything else, Sir?"

"Yes, we're going to have dinner. What's on the menu

tonight?"

"It's Friday. Friday is surf and turf night."
"Oh, that sounds good." And as a bonus, it was one of

Jason's favorite meals. "We'll have it for two."

"Absolutely, Sir."
Jason arched an eyebrow at him when he turned

back, having obviously settled himself. "I said I needed
to go, Hank."

"You've never run away from anything in your life,

Jase. Don't start now."

"Fuck you, man."
"I believe it goes the other way around." He let his

gaze get hot, let his meaning sink in.

"Like you can handle my ass."
"Oh, I can handle it. The question is, can you?"
Jason growled, the man genetically unable to resist a

challenge. "There's nothing you can throw me that I
can't take, man."

"Then I guess we're having dinner together. For a

start."

Jason held his gaze, one eyebrow raised. "We've had

a lot of dinners."

He laughed. "We've never had a dinner like this one."
"No. No. It's not in our usual burgers and fries

routine."

"It's not even our steak and beer nights, Jase. And

you only get to eat if you answer my questions."

Jase's eyebrow went higher.
"Put that away, Jase. I just want to know more about

this side of you."

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"So ask. I'm right here and, I'll tell you right now, I

won't answer them outside this club." Jason's chin went
up, the look all pride and belligerence.

He could do twenty questions. "What are you into?"
"I like to misbehave and be punished."
He nodded; he'd noticed that much from what he'd

seen so far. "What kind of punishments do you like?"

Jason shrugged. "I tend to like it when they fit the

crime, really. Oliver is incredibly good at that; so is
Nathan." That was a non-answer answer.

"Who's Nathan?" he demanded, a surge of jealousy

going through him.

"He and I have an on-again, off-again thing." Jason

rolled his eyes. "It's an imperfect match, at best. We're
not long-term compatible."

"You're looking for that, are you?"
"Long-term? Sure. Isn't everybody?"
Hank snorted. "Not in my experience." Hell, he'd

cried on Jason's shoulder, figuratively, once or twice
himself.

"Well, I am. If I can get it. If not, I have here."
"And me. I'm not going anywhere." They were best

friends. This wasn't going to change that.

"We're friends. Of course you're not."
"Well then, let's have dinner and we can talk about

me beating your ass afterward."

Jason snorted. "Fuck off, man."
"Nope. I'm staying right here."
A cane slapped on the table. "Jason, I am sitting

behind you. Please remember that I will have you
gagged if you do not control yourself."

Oliver.
Wow.
Hank thought maybe Jason needed a keeper. He

thought maybe he wanted the role.

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"Yes, Sir." Jason's lips twisted.
"You'd look pretty with a gag in that mouth." The

words just popped out; they were true enough, too.

Jason stared at him. "We're having supper."
The cane hit again. "Sir."
Jason glared. "Sir."
"God, you're the pushiest bottom ever." Hank

couldn't be surprised by that, though.

Oliver chuckled. "Indeed. I would recommend using

a firm hand with this one and never back away. He takes
advantage."

He nodded, smiled at Oliver, and then looked back at

Jason. "I'm not backing away."

Jason glared at him. "Master Oliver, Hank and I are

high school friends."

"So we already have a good understanding of each

other, even if these sides of ourselves have only just
been introduced." He wasn't going to let that glare send
him packing.

"Very good. If I hear another curse word from you,

Jason, I will send the gag."

"And I'll make sure it gets used." He held out his

hand. "Thanks, Oliver. It was nice to see you this
evening."

Oliver smiled at him. "A pleasure."
Jason was muttering under his breath as Oliver left.
Hank turned his attention back to Jason and raised

one eyebrow. "What was that?"

"Didn't say anything, man."
Little shit.
"Uh-huh. Just because I'm new here, doesn't mean I

don't have years of experience as a Dom."

Jason shrugged, the motion lazy and deceptively

unconcerned. "You don't have years of experience with
me."

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Which wasn't exactly true, was it?
"I still know you. And just think how much fun we'll

have learning this side of each other."

Jason looked at him, the playful sub suddenly gone.

"Before we do, I want your assurance that what we have
-- our friendship -- isn't going to suffer. I count on that,
Hank. I need it."

He returned Jason's gaze, any humor gone. His

answer was serious as a heart attack. "I count on it, too,
Jase. I need my best friend."

"Okay, then." Jason's fingers squeezed his.
"We could maybe have so much more, though, you

know?"

"Maybe." Just like that, the Jason he knew so well

was gone and the sex kitten was in place again.

Hank was fascinated. Utterly fascinated. Jason had

always been a chameleon, changing to be whatever he
needed to be, but it had never been this apparent. This
exciting.

Their food came shortly after that, and he had to

admit, it looked incredible. They didn't say much while
they were eating, both of them focused on the food.
Hank felt calmer after the meal, full and ready to move
forward, to see what there was, or could be, between
them.

"Do you have any questions about the club, man?"
"I got a pretty thorough tour a couple weeks back.

Are you ever involved in any of the onstage shows?"

"I used to be, a long time ago. I tend to get

distracted."

"So what do you do now?"
"Here?" Jason shrugged, blushed. "Bug the shit out of

the old guard until someone takes pity on me or they call
Nathan."

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"Jesus, Jase. You can do better than that." He could

do better than that for Jason. Even just as a friend.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, man. I play. I play with

whoever's here and willing, but... You know, I'm not as
young as I used to be. Shit, neither are you."

"Are you calling me old?"
"You know it. You're what? Five months older than

me? You're an old fart."

"You call me old again and I'll turn you over my

knee, boy." He meant it, too. And he found the idea
exciting.

One of Jason's eyebrows went up. "Who said I was

your boy, Grandpa?"

"Oh, you want to play, do you?" He patted his knees.

"Assume the position."

"I... You. We're having supper." Jason managed to

sound affronted. It was adorable.

"Every minute you stall adds something new to your

punishment."

"Fuck off. We haven't agreed to anything."
"I made it clear what would happen if you called me

old again." Jesus, he was turned on. So was Jason; Hank
could smell it. "So are you going to assume the position,
or are you going to add yet another punishment to the
two you already have coming?"

Jason's mouth opened and closed like a landed fish.
He crooked his finger.
"Hank."
No. No, here, right now, he was Sir. "That's three."
"Three what?"
"Punishments. You want to make it four? Keep

stalling and forget to call me Sir again."

"You...." Jason moaned, shook his head. "I don't."
"Four." He could do this all night.

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"I said I didn't want four, you asshole!" Jason shifted,

almost moving like he was trying to climb over and out,
but ending, mostly, in Hank's lap.

Hank shifted Jase over so he was on it properly. "I'm

feeling generous -- there will be four spankings.
Anything else garners you a different punishment."

He felt Jason's low grumble against his thighs.
"I hope that was a 'yes, Sir.'"
He felt another rumble.
Chuckling, he raised his hand and brought it down on

Jason's ass. Firm, round -- the sweet cheek fit perfectly
in his hand, and the soft, thin jeans protected that butt
not at all.

"That's one." His voice was way huskier than usual.
Jase didn't fight him, but that sweet ass pushed up

into number two. God, yes. That was sexy.

"Two."
He brought his hand down a third time. God, he

wanted to see the skin redden, too... Suddenly he
imagined Jason, hole exposed, cock bound, body needy,
and his mouth went dry. His hand dropped down hard
for swat number four. That time Jason jerked, actually
responding.

"I always knew you had a great ass, but I never knew

just how great. Until now."

Jason wiggled, body rubbing against him.
"You need another one?" Or ten.
"I didn't do anything wrong."
"That's not what I asked."
"Fucker."
"I really don't want to have to gag you, Jase. But I

will."

Jason groaned, pushed himself up, cheeks pink.

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Hank looked, admired. "So you want to watch the

floor show or you want to get a room?" He knew which
of the two he wanted Jase to pick.

"I'm not watching the floor show." Jason looked a bit

off-center.

"Then I'll get a room from Xavier." He slipped out of

the booth, holding one hand out to Jason, who stared at
him, chewing his bottom lip. "Come on, Jase. This is
worth giving a try."

When Jason's hand slid into his, Hank considered just

coming on the spot. He tugged his best friend close and
did something he'd thought about a time or two, but had
never dreamed would really happen.

He kissed Jason.
Jason went stiff for a second, and Hank almost pulled

away before Jason melted against him, a hungry moan
pushing into his lips. He wrapped his arms around Jase
and deepened the kiss. His friend tasted good, like all
the best parts of their supper, and something so much
better than anything he'd ever tasted before.

The sounds of the club went away. The only thing in

his head was the needy, wanton man in his arms. Why
the hell had they never done this before?

He put one hand on Jason's ass, encouraging them

closer together, rubbing them in a rhythm older than
time. His cock was harder than he could ever remember,
Jason's body perfect against his own.

"Fuck..." Jason moaned the words into his lips, cock

pressing against his thigh.

"Yeah. Fuck." He looked into Jason's eyes and then

dove in for another kiss.

"Room. Room, Hank. I don't want our first time to be

public."

He nodded, coming back suddenly to the fact that

they were still in the main dining room of the club. He

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looked around a little wildly, pointing toward the bar
when he found Xavier there. He grabbed Jase's hand and
headed over.

Xavier just held up a key. "Number two."
He might have found it insulting or amusing if he

hadn't been so turned on, if he hadn't wanted Jason so
badly.

"Thanks, man." He grabbed the key and headed in the

direction he remembered the rooms being in. Jason
didn't argue, the lean body right there, hot as blazes next
to him.

As he went through the door into the back hall with

its private rooms, a part of him couldn't believe he was
about to do this, that he was going to make love to his
best friend. The rest of him couldn't believe how right it
was.

A tall, lean Dom, dressed all in leather, grinned

warmly as they passed. "You playing with the new guy,
Jay-Jay?"

"Fuck off, Nathan. I'm busy."
Hank just growled, wordlessly telling the man to

back off.

Nathan's hands went up. "Have a great night, you

two. I very much look forward to meeting you, man."

"Later. Much later."
Jason nodded and tugged his arm. "Come on."
He handed Jason the key for room two. "Open it."
"Bossy son of a bitch." Jason got the door open.
He chuckled. "Kind of the job description, isn't it?"

He pushed Jason in, following the fine son-of-a-bitch in
and closing the door behind them.

He didn't bother to even look at the room; his focus

was on Jason. He pulled his friend back to him, hand
wrapping around Jason's ass as their mouths met again.
Jason's cry tasted sweet as fuck, and the way those

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hands pulled him closer was even better. They were
gonna get off and then they were going to have some
fun of the hot, spanky kind.

He wanted to explore every inch of this well-known,

but somehow still brand-new body. He grabbed on to
that fine ass and squeezed. That tiny little ass was tight
and taut in his hands. He squeezed again. Fuck, he
wanted Jason. He really did.

Hank plundered Jason's mouth, dragging the man

closer. His own cock was hard enough to pound nails,
and he rubbed their middles together, let Jason feel him.
Jason's fingers dragged down his spine, nails digging in.
He grunted, fingers pushing into Jason's ass hard enough
he'd bet he was leaving bruises. That thought -- his
bruises on Jason's ass -- made him a little stupid.

He deepened the kiss, rubbed them harder together, a

low noise building at the back of his throat. Jason cried
out, bucked against him. He got a hold of Jason's tongue
with his lips and sucked on it.

Then Jason's hands were at his waistband, working

his jeans open. It reminded him that Jason was clearly a
very pushy bottom, and he decided that he really did
prefer pushy bottoms. Especially when Jason's fingers
wrapped around his cock and started stroking, quick and
hard.

He broke off the kiss to growl at Jason. "Yours too."

This was not going to be one-sided.

"Huh?" Jason was rocking, moaning, jacking his

cock.

"Get your cock out, boy." A little shiver made its way

down his spine at his own words.

"Busy, Hank."
He growled, letting Jason know he meant business.

Jason's thumb worked the tip of his prick. "Jason!" He
took a step back, breathing hard.

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"What? Jesus, you're dripping. Let me get you off!"
"No. Together. Pull your cock out, and we’ll get off

together."

"Pushy fucker." Jason undid his jeans and opened

them.

"Isn't that the point?"
As soon as Jason had his cock out, Hank stepped

forward, pressing them together. "Now you jack both."

"Fuck you." That hand wrapped around him, though.
"No, I'm going to fuck you." He grabbed Jason's ass,

pressed them closer together so Jase's hand could fit
better around them both.

Jason pumped them with hard, sure motions.
"Yeah. Fuck, Jase." He couldn't believe how good

this was.

"Yeah. Yeah, I got you."
"You've got us both." And he wasn't coming before

Jase did.

Of course, Jason seemed to have the same idea,

working his prick, hand moving furiously.

He slid his hand into the back of Jason's jeans, hand

wrapping around one ass cheek. Hard, muscled, it made
his mouth dry. He let his finger find Jason's hole and
stroke it. Jason's fingers stuttered, slowed.

"Don't stop."
"Not going to. Sorry. I just... Shit, Hank. It's you."
He nodded. He got that -- he did. Because this was

Jason, but it was so fucking good it wasn't even funny.
"Kind of tilts the world a little, doesn't it?"

Those familiar, friendly, funny eyes met his. "God,

yes."

"In a good way, though." He bit at Jason's lower lip.
"Yeah, man." Jason chuckled, hand moving again,

dragging along the length of his cock.

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"You're fucking good at that." Good enough to make

him come, soon.

"It's a skill."
"I bet you have a lot of them." He wasn't even sure

what he was saying anymore, though. They were just
words.

"Shut up and come, Hank."
"You first," he growled. Pushy fucking man.
Jason's fingertip flicked the tip of his cock.
"Fuck!" He pushed his own finger into Jason's hole.
"Uh-huh. More."
He pushed his finger deeper, wriggled it around as he

humped up into Jason's hand. He could feel the drops
from both of them lubricating the passage of Jason's
hand. Jason's fingers were wild, maddening, stroking his
cock.

He brought their lips back together, taking Jason's

mouth hard. Jason cried out, hips beginning to saw, to
rock between them. Yes! That was it. He wasn't going
over the edge on his own. Jason's eyes went wide,
staring at him, so fucking happy.

"Come on, Jase. I want to smell you."
"Hank." Jason arched, hole clenching around him.
"Do it." He growled, wriggling his finger inside

Jason’s body.

Spunk sprayed from Jason’s cock, spreading over

Hank’s prick.

"Oh, fuck." The smell of it was enough to send him

over, the look in Jason's eyes even more so.

His come joined Jason's on their skin. Jason's touch

stuttered once more, then started moving again, working
him.

"Gonna keep me hard, Jason?" He could get behind

that plan. Or in front of it, whichever.

"Are you up for it?" Oh, the little shit.

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"I think the question is, are you?"
"I've been doing this a long time, Hank."
"You think I don't have what it takes to top you."
"I've never seen you as a Top. I can't make that

decision."

"Then you're just going to have to see me as a Top."

He loved the way Jason's eyes widened, then narrowed,
challenging him. This was going to be so much fun. He
stepped forward, slamming their bodies together,
trapping Jason's hand in between them. "You're not
going to know what hit you, Jase."

"I'll take my chances, Hank."
"I was hoping you'd say that." He started working on

the buttons of Jason's silk shirt.

The lean chest was smooth, bare, nipples hard and

dark. Groaning, he went for one, flicking his finger
across it. He was surprised that there weren't any rings,
no ink. Maybe he wasn't. He would never have guessed
that Jason was a sub.

"You'd look amazing with a ring. Right here." He

pinched that nipple.

"Not very professional."
"All right, then I’d put it down here." He slid his

hand into the front of Jason's pants, fingers stroking
behind Jase's balls. His fingers nudged something hard.
"Oh, fuck." He needed to see. Now. "Take 'em off.
Now."

One dark eyebrow arched. "Now? You're sure?"
"Jesus fuck, Jason, just get them the fuck off."
"Bossy." Jason stepped out of his jeans, lower body

shaved bare except for a line of dark hair accentuating
the heavy cock.

"I am. Turn around, bend over, and spread them. I

want to see." No, he needed to.

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Jason stared at him, then stepped away from him,

turned, and bent. A little golden ring winked out at him
from that sweet little smooth patch of skin. It was thick,
heavy, unmistakable. Unforgettable. He grabbed both of
Jason's asscheeks and then slowly slid his hands down
toward the ring. How long had this been done? How did
Jason walk, play football, without thinking about it?

"You do this for anyone?" He found himself wanting

desperately for Jason to say no.

"Me." That worked.
"Good." He couldn't have stopped the word if he'd

wanted to.

Jason nodded. "It was good. I came when they did it."
Hank moaned and slid his fingers back and forth,

around the soft flesh and over the heavy ring. The skin
was heated, the bulge where the ring was fascinating.

"Sexy as hell, Jason." He moved his fingers forward,

taking the sweet balls, cupping them in his palm. Heavy,
bare, hot -- his mouth was dry, his cock making one hell
of a comeback.

Then he slipped his hand back, fingers sliding along

Jason's crack and lingering at the hot little hole. Fuck.
He definitely wanted inside Jase. Jason stood, hiding
that ring, that hole, pushing him.

He grabbed hold of Jason's ass; it fit perfectly in his

palms. "I'm going to have you, Jase. I'm going to make
you mine."

"I'd love to see you try." That didn't sound the

slightest bit sarcastic. At all.

"You gonna fight me? Boy?"
Jason licked his lips. "Should I?"
"You tell me your safeword and you can fight as

much as you like."

"I can't. I. Fuck."

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He frowned, growled a little. "Give us a chance here,

Jason. You know we can't do this without it."

"I. Hank. My safeword is parsons."
He blinked for a moment. "As in my last name

Parsons?"

"I. Yeah. Look. You... Shit, man, you're my best

friend. You're where I go when I need to just be me,
when I'm done with everything else. What else would I
pick?"

He grabbed Jason's arm and tugged him in, kissing

him hard. He was Jason's fucking safe place.

Jason groaned into his lips, the long body clinging to

him like a fucking limpet. Their lips parted and he rested
his forehead against Jason's. "I think you need to pick
another safeword. One just for me."

"Let's go with the classic. Just ‘red’. Your fucking

kisses make me stupid."

"Red it is and ditto. If I'd known kissing you would

be like this, I'd have done it a long time ago."

"Then do it again, man."
"God, you are so pushy." It wasn't a complaint,

though, and he gave Jason the kiss the man wanted so
badly.

Jason murmured into his lips, but the words didn't

matter. Only the moan. He had his hands back on Jason's
ass; he couldn't seem to leave it alone. He squeezed and
rubbed; he wanted to see it red, wanted to see it filled.
Groaning, he deepened the kiss. He could get lost in Jase
and never find his way out again. He maybe even
wanted to.

Jason bit his bottom lip, tugging and moaning into

their kiss. He bit back, growling a little as he walked
Jason over to the couch. Jason followed, cock rubbing
against his thigh. He reached down and grabbed it,

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stroking roughly. There should be a matching ring, right
there in the tip.

"Putting my ring right here." He rubbed across the tip

over and over.

"Not... not a chance." Jason looked ecstatic.
"I bet you come when they put it in."
"No fucking way." Those eyes, those words, were

challenging him.

"Yes, fucking way. I'd go get it done right now, but I

haven't had a chance to play with you yet."

"Play with.-- Hank... More, Sir."
Yes!
He growled again and pushed Jason down onto the

couch. Jason sprawled, that fine body all his.

"I'm getting a plug. A big one. Gonna fill that sweet,

lovely ass. And then I'm going to spank it rosy."

Jason shook his head, but that cock bobbed, nodding

at him.

"You stay put."
He went to the wardrobe and opened it, the plugs on

a shelf at eye level. He grabbed a fine, fat plug, one
Jason couldn't forget, couldn't deny. Someone had let
this naughty boy get away with murder. Maybe a lot of
someones. The thought made him growl hard.

He grabbed a tube of slick as well and stalked back

over to his lover. His fucking lover. His friend. His Jase.
His boy.

Jason watched him like a hawk, eyes sharp.
"I'm going to do you right."
"I'm not easy. I'm a challenge."
"Who wants easy?"
Jason licked his lips. "You'd be surprised."
"Well, I don't want easy -- I want you."
Enough talking. Enough dancing. It was time to show

Jason whose boy the man was. He handed the dildo over

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and slicked up his fingers. Jason hefted it, moaned
softly. Little size queen. He knelt between Jason's legs
and, without preamble, pushed two fingers into Jason's
ass.

"Fuck." Those muscles rippled around his touch.
"You know it, boy." He pushed them deeper,

searching for Jason's gland.

Jason bore down, moving on him, riding his touch.
"Sweet, tight fucking ass."
"More."
"Pushy, pushy." He slid his third finger in with the

first two on the second "pushy."

"Yes!" Jason arched, heels drumming on the couch.
God, Jason was something special. He watched the

lean belly ripple, jerk, as he finger-fucked that sweet
hole.

"Gonna feel so fucking good around my prick." He

slid his little finger up to nudge the ring piercing Jason's
skin.

"When are you going to fuck me? Before the plug?

After you spank me?" The man pushed and pushed.

"I'll fuck you when I fuck you." He pulled his fingers

out, slicked up the plug.

Jason growled, body shifting on the couch.
"Impatient fuck." That was no surprise; Jason was

always impatient.

"Fuck off, man."
"I already said we'd get to the fucking when we got to

the fucking." He grinned down at Jase, feeling wild,
feeling amazing.

He was also counting every single curse word. He

was going to spank Jase for each one. They were going
to be on a roll. That sweet ass was going to be bright
red.

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He put the plug to Jason's ass. Jason stilled, lips

opening, tongue flicking out to lick and lap. Watching
the handsome face, he pushed the plug in past the tight
ring of muscles. He watched Jason's body stretch,
spread, open for him.

"Fuck, Jase." He pressed the plug in deeper, and then

deeper, Jason's body opening up and taking it.

"Yeah..." Jason bore down, took more.
He pulled the plug out and then pressed it forward

again. Jason grabbed one knee, pulled it up.

"Wanton." It was a compliment.
"Need. Quit playing."
"I'll do what I want." Jase had to remember he was

the Top as well as the best friend now.

"Fuck." Jason's belly flushed dark.
"You really do need to watch that mouth." He pushed

the plug in hard.

"I..." Jason's eyes rolled back in his head.
Grinning, he pushed it in again. Hungry man.

Someone needed. He fucked Jason a few times with the
plug before settling it deep. Jason's belly rippled, and
Hank knew that sweet ass was working the plug.

He flipped the man over, rubbed Jason's ass. "I've

been counting each swear word you've used."

"No fucking way."
"That's eleven," he said, pulling a number out of his

ass; he'd been too distracted by what was going on
between them to actually count.

Jason groaned, toes curling.
"We'll start with those."
"Asshole."
"Oh, twelve. Keep it coming, boy."
"Fucker. Prick."
"Thirteen. Your ass is going to be burning bright

enough to read by." He rubbed Jason's ass again, then all

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the way up along the exposed spine. He could see the
base of the plug sticking out of Jason's hole and it made
his cock twitch; he wanted in. After the spanking.

Jason's answer was a low, heady growl. Someone

wanted him badly.

"You don't have to count them." There were going to

be more than just the ones Jason had earned as
punishment anyway. He laid the first one down,
smacking Jason's ass hard.

Jason stilled, moaned low. Pinked. Chuckling at

finally having Jason's undivided attention, he smacked
that beautiful ass a few more times.

"More. More, please."
"A few more are for punishment." The rest would be

just for them. He laid down hard smacks, one after
another, blistering that fine ass. "The rest are just
because this is too fine an ass not to leave on fire."

"Fuck. Please. Hank..."
"I'm not going to stop, Jase. Not until you're a nice,

deep red. Not until you're so hot that when I fuck you,
we're both going to burn."

Hank kept spanking, working Jason's ass, the tops of

his thighs. Jason pulled his legs up under him, ass up,
hips rolling and dancing.

"You are fucking stunning, Jase. A dream." Who the

hell had been working Jason over and not grabbing hold
and never letting go?

"Please. I need. It's so hot."
"I'm giving it to you, Jase. Gonna keep giving it to

you until neither of us can stand it anymore."

"I can stand a lot." Always pushing.
"I just bet you can." He leaned over Jase's body and

whispered into his ear. "So can I."

Jase arched, jerked, convulsing against him.
"God. So fucking sexy, Jason."

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"Sir. Hank. Fuck."
"I'll need to spank you again for that one."
That burning ass pushed back toward his hand. Oh,

fuck. So goddamn sexy. He landed another hard swat.

Jason cried out, shoulders hitching. "More!"
"My choice, Jase. You get more if I choose to give

you more." He stopped spanking, started touching
gently, fingers ghosting over the hot flesh. "So fucking
gorgeous, Jase. Just look at you."

"Hank." That ass was working the heavy plug,

muscles rippling.

"I know, Jase. I'm gonna do you right. Gonna fuck

your sweet ass."

"Yes. God, yes. I want it. I've watched your cock..."
"How long?" How long had Jase been looking?
"Long time."
"You've never said." He grabbed the base of the plug.
"You weren't interested."
"You didn't know that." He didn't even know if he'd

been interested or not. Jason was his best friend -- he'd
never have done anything to ruin that.

"Bullshit." Jason turned, looked at him. "Don't lie to

me, man. You knew I was queer, knew I was into cock.
You could have made a move any time. Hell, I'm
fucking amazing at picking up come-ons. You never
looked."

"I never let myself." He shook his head. "How could

I tell my best friend I was into fucking kink?"

Jason chuckled. "How about showing up at the club

said best friend hunted Doms in?"

"Yeah, not a bad strategy, I'd say." He kissed the

back of Jason's neck, patted the red, red ass. "Now how
about I show you just how much I want you?"

"I'm interested in that option, yeah."

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He chuckled and tugged out the plug in a single,

smooth motion. Jason jerked forward, that pretty hole
swollen and shiny with lube.

He grabbed a condom and slid it on, then added lube

to that. "Sweet fucking hole."

"Empty."
He swatted Jason's ass gently. "Not for long, pushy

man."

"Good. Good, I need."
"I know." He saw that hunger now that he knew what

he was looking for.

He pressed the head of his cock at Jason's needy little

hole. Jason bore back, taking him in.

"Sweet fucking Christ." It was so good. So very

fucking good.

"Yes. More." Jason started moving, pushing back

against him.

He wrapped his hands around Jason's hips,

encouraging the movements as he began to slam in.
Jason's ass was on fire, burning against his fingers.

"So hot, Jase." He moved harder, faster.
"Hank." Muscles rippled around his cock.
"Right fucking here." He could feel the heat from

Jase's ass against his hips, almost as hot as the flesh
around his prick.

He pulled Jason onto him, slamming in deep. He

found a rhythm, kept moving hard, making sure Jason
felt every inch of him as he pushed in. That fine body
surrounded his cock, pleasure shooting up his spine.

"Jase. Jase." He repeated the name over and over.
"Yes... Oh, fuck. So deep."
"That's right." Jase had tested out a lot of Doms;

Hank wanted to be the best. He needed to be the last. He
tugged Jason up, both of them rutting now, his teeth
sinking into the curve of Jason's shoulder. "Mine, God

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damn it. You hear me, Jase?" Each word was punctuated
with a wild, hard thrust.

"Yes..." Jason groaned, head thrown back.
"Good." He slid one hand around Jason's cock, his

thrusts pushing the hard flesh along his palm.

"Fuck!" The word was a shout, heat splashing over

his hand as that ass milked him.

"Fuck yes!" He thrust over and over, trying to keep

banging against Jason's gland. Jason shuddered and
shook, body holding him tight.

He wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer,

and he didn't even try, thrusting his way to his own
orgasm. He came calling out Jason's name, holding on
tight. He leaned his head down on Jason's spine, panting
hard as he stayed right there for a moment or two longer.

God, this was Jase. His Jason. He pressed a kiss to

Jason's skin and grabbed the base of his cock, slipping
out. Jason groaned softly as he pulled out. He collapsed
next to Jason on the couch, one hand patting his best
friend's hip.

They just stayed. Quiet. Breathing. Together. He slid

his hand to Jason's, curled their fingers together.

He wasn't sure what was going to come of this, but

right now, he had this.

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Chapter Two

"Marie, I want those files in hand Monday morning.

No excuses." Jason paced his office, restless and
grumpy, the lateness of the hour riding him. Fucking
Friday and he was still at the fucking office -- had been
for three weeks almost solid. Which, okay, not so bad
money-wise, and it kept him from dealing with certain...
personal situations, but still.

"Send her home, Jase. You don't pay her enough to

make her work all night."

He spun around, eyes wide. "Hank? Man, did we

have plans?" What the fuck?

"You've been ignoring me for three weeks, Jase.

Enough is enough." Hank leaned against the doorway,
arms across his chest, looking immovable. Looking like
a fucking stud.

"I'm working. Marie. Go home. Monday, okay?"
"Yes, Sir." The phone line went dead.
"You're taking a break." Hank moved in, closing the

door behind him.

"What?" He moved behind his desk. "How's work

treating you?"

Hank stalked toward him. "I'm not here to talk about

work."

"No?" Fuck. Fuck, he didn't do this outside of the

club.

"Don't play coy with me, Jase. I blew your mind three

weeks ago and you haven't returned my calls since."

"I've been..." Busy. Wigged out. Horny. Jacking off

'til his cock was sore. Crazy. "...working."

Hank snorted. "You mean hiding from me?"
"No. I don't hide. Asshole." He'd been thinking.
"Three weeks, Jase." Hank leaned his hands on

Jason's desk, stared.

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His cock jerked, filled. God, Hank was hot. He hadn't

been able to even look at another man.

"We had the most amazing night, Jase. I'm not letting

you go."

His lips opened, eyes wide. "This isn't the club."

Fuck, this was amazing.

"So? The genie is out of the box, babe. It's not going

back in."

"I don't... Man, I don't play outside the club." Of

course, he didn't want to just play with Hank. He wanted
the man to do unspeakable things to him.

Hank's gaze got more intense. "I'm not playing, Jase."
His groan tore out of him, completely unavoidable.
"I want you on this side of the desk, Jason. Pants

down, bent over, legs spread."

His lips opened. Oh, fuck.
"Now."
He stood, his cock battering against his zipper. He

couldn't look away from those eyes. From his hot, all-
American stud. Hank stood straight, but didn't back
away from the desk. Jason would have to rub up against
the man to do as Hank asked. No, not asked. Demanded.

He headed over, dragging this out. Hank's gaze

burned him the entire time. Jason unfastened his belt,
fingers shaking. Hank made a soft noise, half growl, half
purr, that sounded like a fucking good thing.

"There is no way we're doing this here." He

unzipped.

Hank didn't say a word, just kept watching, the heat

in his eyes burning Jason up. He held the pants, stepped
between Hank and the desk.

"Come on, Jase. Drop and spread 'em."
"I don't do this sort of thing outside the club." He was

going to cream his slacks. He dropped the pants, turned,
and bent.

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"Uh-huh." Hank's hand landed on his ass, hard.
"Fuck! Bastard." God, it was good.
Hank smacked his ass again. "Be nice, Jase, I'm the

one with the hand."

He went up on tiptoes. "I don't do this here." He kept

saying it, but somehow, here he was anyway, naked and
bent over his desk, Hank's hand making promises to his
ass.

"You don't do this here with anyone but me." Two

more smacks hit his ass. "You don't hide this wonder
from me."

His ass was beginning to burn. "I..." Fuck yes.
"You what?" Several more hits landed on his ass.
"Wasn't hiding, you ass!"
"That's 'Sir,' and you were too."
The spanks were getting harder.
"S...Sir. Oh, fuck..." He loved punishments.
"That's better, boy. Gonna make your ass nice and

rosy. Like it should be." One heavy hand landed on the
small of his back, pushing his ass out for another slap.
"You return my calls next time, boy. Even if it's just to
say that you're busy."

"I..." Another hit rocked him.
"I could make it an order to call me every day."
He was going to scream.
"Next time you don't return a call, I will make it an

order." Two more swats landed.

"Fuck."
"If you beg me nicely, I'll do you right here."
"I don't fuck here!"
"That's not begging, Jase." Another swat landed.
This time it was only a groan that left him.
"Closer."
His ass was begging to burn. "Hank."

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"Right here." Hank kept smacking his ass, over and

over.

"Please. Jesus, you're an ass. Need you."
The next touch from Hank wasn't a swat, it was two

slick fingers pushing into him. "That's better."

"Oh." He went up on tiptoe, rocking back.
Hank chuckled and those fingers pushed deep, hitting

his gland. Oh, yes. Oh, fuck yes. He pushed back again,
begging for it.

"Eager, fucking slut, boy." A third finger got pushed

in with the first two.

"Yes. Fuck, yes. So fucking good, Sir." He wanted to

scream with it.

Hank stretched him hard and fast, fingers going wide

and hitting his gland. Jason lost it, shifting and pleading,
hands slapping the top of the desk.

"Yes. Yes. So fucking good, Jase." Hank's fingers

disappeared, that magnificent cock slamming into him.
Hank jerked him back onto that fine prick, reaming his
ass, making him take every fucking inch.

"Fuck!" Hank pulled out and did it again, pounding

into his gland.

He nodded. Yes. Fuck. Harder. He might not have

said it out loud, but Hank gave it to him anyway,
pounding into him like there were at least three weeks of
pent-up need behind the thrusts. His head was
swimming, his need clawing up his spine. Hank didn't
slow down; he kept driving harder, faster. It was wild
and fierce and just what Jason needed.

When Hank grabbed his shoulders, dragged him up to

standing, he cried out, shot. Hank jerked up into him,
making his orgasm go and go.

"Fuck..." Shudders rocked him, over and over.
"Yes." Hank jerked into him several more times

before groaning, stilling deep inside him.

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Those hands wrapped around him, held him close.

"Got you," growled Hank.

"Uh-huh." Thank God.
"See? You should have fucking called me."
"I was scared, Sir." His eyes flew open as the words

surprised even him.

Hank's arms tightened around him. "I'm not going to

hurt you, Jase. I wouldn't." One of Hank's hands slid
over his heart. "You're too important to me."

He moaned, leaned into those arms, his ass burning.

Hank's hands slid over his belly, stroking him. His
eyelids lowered, heavy.

Hank pressed kisses over his neck. "You're mine,

Jase. My best friend. My lover. Mine." One kiss became
a bite. "My boy."

His body shuddered, went tight.
"That's right. And next time you don't get back to me

when I call you, the punishment will be swift. I know
better than to wait, now."

He grunted, jerked, but nodded.
Hank thrust his hips, cock pushing deeper inside him.

"No one else touches you, Jase. You're off the market."

"I..." Oh, fuck, yes. "You staking a claim?"
"You bet this sweet ass I'm buried in I am."
He squeezed tight, body moving on that fine cock.
"Mmm. You are magic, Jase."
No one had called him magic before. Ever.
Hank's hips were moving again, pushing deep into

him, nudging against his gland.

"You... You going again?" Damn.
"Told you; you’re magic."
"You did." Damn.
"I did." Hank chuckled and pushed into him again,

then slipped away. "Gotta change out the condom,
babe."

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He stood, arms wrapped around him, body

surprisingly empty. Hank touched his cheek. The man
tossed the old condom and opened a new package. "I'm
gonna blow your mind, Jase, and I'm going to keep
doing it."

"No offense, but all Doms say that. I need you to

follow through."

"No offense, but I'm the one who showed up here."
"I know." That made him smile.
"And I'll keep right on following through. I mean it,

though. You are exclusive now."

"Yes, Sir." He could handle that.
"Then get back over that desk. I'm not done with you

yet."

He growled softly, testing, daring to challenge. "I

don't play in here."

"We're not playing, Jase. Get back over your desk.

Now."

"Fucker."
Hank moved quickly, the blows peppering his ass

viciously, perfectly, making him shake.

"You call me anything but 'Sir' again and I'll gag

you."

"Yes. Yes, Sir. Fuck. Yes, Sir."
"Better." Hank landed several more swats, his ass

burning.

Jason jerked away, cock throbbing.
"Where are you going?" Hank pulled him back, but

instead of another swat, Hank's prick filled him.

"Nowhere. Nowhere. Oh, God."
"I didn't think so." Hank pushed in far enough to peg

his gland.

He cried out, went up on tiptoe. "Fuck!"
"Yep. Over and over again." Hank found a rhythm,

filling him up again and again.

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"Over and... Sir. Harder, please."
Hank gave it to him harder, faster, pegging his gland.

His balls drew up, his belly hard, aching.

"This time you come when I say so."
Hank was blowing his mind. "And if I can't wait?"
"Then you suffer the consequences." Hank got his

gland again.

What the hell did that mean? He would have asked,

but he was busy.

Hank kept thrusting into him, kept pulling him back

onto that fat cock. It was magnificent.

"Yours. Fuck. So fucking hot." He could feel every

millimeter of Hank's touch on his abused ass.

"That's right. Mine. Every fucking inch." Hank's

thrusts didn't slow down, not for a second.

All he could do was nod, sweat dripping from his

nose. Hank's strong hands held him tight, bruising his
skin. He was so sensitive that he cried out when the
crinkly hair crowning Hank's cock touched his ass.

"Yeah, that's it. I know you can feel me."
Yes. God, that was all he felt. Then Hank wrapped

his hand around Jason's cock and everything ratcheted
up another notch.

"Oh, fuck. Yes!"
"Wait for me, Jase. Show me you can do it for me."
"For you." His eyes rolled back in his head.
"That's right. That's fucking right." Hank's prick just

kept tapping his gland over and over.

"Oh, God. So good. So good." He was fucking flying.
"Hold on, babe. We're almost there."
"Will. Will. For you."
"So fucking good." Hank's mouth landed on his

shoulder, the man marking him through his shirt.

A cry tore out of him, too loud for work, too loud for

the office. Hank clearly didn't care, the man digging his

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teeth in deeper. There was going to be a lurid mark
there.

"Sir..." He sobbed, taken, held, marked.
"Yes. Good boy. Come for me now."
"Sir!" He shot hard, ass convulsing around Hank's

cock.

"Fuck! Yes!" Hank punched into him several more

times and then froze. Jason swore he could feel the
condom filling.

He slumped onto the desk, heart pounding. Hank's

body blanketed him, a low groan sounding, vibrating all
along his back. His ass was fucking on fire. So good.
Hank's hand slid over his left asscheek, making the burn
increase. He tensed, toes curling.

"Fuck. Sexy. Mine."
"Yours." God, that was a scary thought. That Hank

was keeping him.

"God, yes." Hank sighed softly, cock sliding out of

him.

He didn't know what to do now, how to move. Hank

stood and tugged him up, turned him around. Then they
were kissing, Hank's mouth taking total control. Jason
melted, relaxed into the hold, trusting those muscles
implicitly. Hank kept him up, kept him focused right
there.

Love.
The word echoed inside him; he wasn't going to say

it, but it was there. He thought maybe he could read it in
Hank's eyes, too. He touched Hank's jaw. "What
happens now?"

"Now we see each other more than once a month."
"Okay." He could handle that.
"I'm talking a lot more. And unless you've got

legitimate work on the weekends, we're together.
Exploring this."

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"I spent my weekends at the Hammer. They're

usually free." God, yes.

Hank growled, the sound vibrating where their chests

were pressed together. "And you didn't return my calls?"

"I haven't been to the club since that night."
"Ah, I thought you meant you've spent them there the

last few weeks." Hank grinned. "Sorry. The not
returning my calls thing? I'm a little touchy about that."

"I didn't know what to say." What if it had been a

one-time thing?

"You say hello, I'm returning your call." Hank bit at

his lower lip. "Butthead."

"Fucker." He bit back.
"That's 'Sir fucker' to you." Hank popped him on the

ass.

He cried out, sore, aching.
Hank looked around his office. "You need a couch in

here."

"I do?" That encouraged lounging.
"You do. I mean, where are we going to sit?"
"I don't know. My chair?"
"Nah. We're getting dressed and I'm taking you out to

supper at the Hammer." Hank slid his hand over Jason's
ass this time.

"Are you?" He groaned. He was never going to sit

again. Ever.

"Yep. You can kneel at my feet, keep this sweet ass

off the chairs."

His only response was a groan. Hank chuckled and

then gave him another kiss. The man tasted amazing.
Truly.

The man tasted like his.

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Chapter Three

Hank nodded to the bouncer at the door and made his

way into the Hammer, looking to see if Jason was
already there. It was Friday night, and he hadn't seen the
man since last Sunday. They'd both been pretty busy
with work, and late nights had translated into no more
contact than quick phone calls.

Hank was horny and out of sorts -- missing his man,

if he was honest. That was all going to change, though.
The little box in his pocket was the first step toward that.

Jason was at the bar, flirting and laughing, eyes lined,

dressed in silk. Hank's cock went immediately hard, all
his muscles clenching. Fuck. His. That man was his.

Jason's eyes met his, the laughter fading, the heat in

those eyes fierce. It took all his will to stand still, make
Jason come to him. Which Jason did, slinky and hungry
and so pretty. He licked his lips, a hungry moan building
up in his chest.

"Hey, stranger."
He let the moan out as a growl, grabbing Jason's arm

and reeling him in. Jason moaned, face lifting to his. He
took that mouth, and it was like coming home. The
moment their lips met, his frustrations faded away. This
was Jase. His best friend. His lover now, too. His. His
sub. His boy. His... He felt Jason's erection rubbing
along his thigh, firm and dripping.

Fuck, he wanted Jason just as badly. He broke off the

kiss and grabbed Jason's hand, dragging him to the door
to the back rooms. He didn't need a room key, just
needed a little privacy for now -- neither of them were
going to take very long to get off.

"Hungry man." The tease was a little breathless.
He squeezed Jason's hand. "We just need to deal with

that jackhammer you're sporting."

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"I've been working it hard all week."
That made him growl a little. "I might have to

consider a no jacking off rule." They went through the
door to the private rooms, the hall quiet.

"No way." He could hear the excitement in Jason's

voice. God, Jase loved being pushed, being punished,
being taken.

"Yes, way. No jacking off. Anywhere, anytime,

unless I've given you permission." He pushed Jase up
against the wall.

"I." Jason's eyes rolled. "I jack off three times a day."
"Then I guess you're going to have to learn some self-

control, get punished a lot, and call to beg attention
when you aren't with me." He rubbed them together, his
cock so hard he almost hurt. So fucking good.

"Asshole." Those sweet lips were open, parted,

hungry.

"That's 'Sir asshole,' boy."
"Fucker." Oh, someone was begging for attention.
Despite how badly he wanted to just get off, he

wrapped his hand around Jason's arm and dragged him
over to one of the big chairs at the other end of the hall.
He sat, yanking Jason down over his legs, ass up.

"No! YOU FUCK!" It was always a fight, always,

when they'd been apart for days.

"You think I don't see you?" He got a hand beneath

Jason's stomach, worked open the button quickly,
yanked down Jason's pants. The man wasn't wearing any
underwear. Jason needed him, more than anyone ever
had. It was sexy. It was stunning. It was the best thing
that had ever happened to him.

"I see you, boy." His hand landed on Jason's ass.
"Yes..." Jason spread, ass rocking into him.
He let his hand fly, working Jason's ass hard. "I know

what you need."

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"Fuck you. Missed you this week."
"I know." Aside from the fact that he'd missed Jase,

too, he could tell by the way his lover was moving into
each swat. He was going to fix that, though; they
wouldn't have to miss each other, even if they were both
busy.

"Don't stop. Please. I need so badly."
"I'm not stopping, boy. My hand and your ass are

going to burn."

Jason's hand wrapped around his calf, his boy holding

on tight. He nodded, his hits getting harder, turning
Jason's ass a lovely shade of red. A soft storm of words
hit him, Jason cussing and crying, letting him know how
much Jase needed.

"I see you, Jase. Even when I'm not with you, I feel

you, I feel your need." He kept smacking, kept letting
Jase know he was in it for more than just a quick go-
round once in a while.

"I. Please. Please, Sir."
"That's right. I've got you now. We're good."
Hank slapped the tops of Jason's thighs a few times,

his pace slowing. Jason sucked in one sobbing breath
after another.

He stopped the spanking, his hand on fire as he

gently rubbed Jason's ass. "Better, boy?"

Jason nodded, cheek sliding on his leg.
He grabbed Jason's waist and shoulder, encouraging

him up to a straddle over his lap. "Better," he agreed,
bringing their mouths together. That sweet mouth tasted
like tears, and he plundered it.

Reaching down, he grabbed one ass cheek,

squeezing. That skin was on fire, blazing. When the kiss
ended, he rested their foreheads together, both of them
gasping for each breath.

"Hey." Jason kissed his nose.

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He tapped Jase's ass. "Hey."
Jase jerked, shuddering against him, cock dripping.

"Master."

Fuck, yes.
He hummed and nodded, his hand sliding down to

wrap around Jase's needy prick. Jason deserved a reward
for that. His pretty boy, so hungry, so needy. He rubbed
his thumb across the tip of Jason's cock, sliding the slick
drops around.

"You... you have to work this weekend?"
"Nope. And I'd better hear the same thing from you."

He pressed his thumb into that little slit.

"I'm yours. Yours."
"You got that right." He started tugging on Jason's

cock. "You get to come. Once. I have a cock ring in my
pocket." That wasn't all he had in his pocket.

"Once until when..." He wasn't sure Jase really cared.
"Sunday night, of course."
"No..." Jason heard that, his hips slamming up.
"Uh-huh. So you'd better make the most of this one."
"Evil." It wasn't going to take but a few seconds.
"Yes. And all yours." He pulled faster, holding

Jason's gaze.

Heat sprayed over his fingers, his boy giving it up for

him. He groaned, still jacking, letting the aftershocks
take Jase. Jason slumped, whimpering softly. God, he'd
never seen anyone that needed so well.

His own cock ached, pressing hard against his pants,

but he could wait. "Reach into my pants pocket. There's
a couple of things for you in there."

Jason's fingers slipped right in. He had a cock ring in

there along with his present, the box small, perfect for
what was in it. He moaned happily as Jason's fingers slid
against his needy prick.

"What's in the box?"

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"Let's get the ring on that needy cock of yours first."
Jase moaned for him, silk shirt sliding on him as the

man arched. He wrapped his hand around Jase's cock,
jacking it gently.

"I want you to put the cock ring on yourself."
"Mmm... Your hands."
"They sure do love touching you."
Jason blushed prettily. "Love, huh?" Jason wrapped

the leather ring behind his balls.

He watched, a little mesmerized by what Jason was

doing. His best friend in the whole world was so fucking
sexy. "Uh-huh."

He worked the tip of Jason's cock, encouraging it to

fill fully. "You're going to be sporting this for awhile.
Good thing I love the look of it." He gave Jason a wink.

Jason buckled the ring closed, the tight leather

making an obscene little package. Then the man flipped
him off.

"Oh, you little fucker. For that I'm making you suck

me off before you get your gift."

"No fair. What is it?"
"You get me off with that potty mouth of yours and

then I'll show you."

"I didn't curse at you." Still, Jason slipped down,

fingers tugging at his jeans.

"You flipped me off, boy." And Jason had done it to

get a reaction out of him, too. The man would have been
disappointed if he'd ignored it. He dropped one hand on
Jason's head, cupping it as he spread his legs wide.

"I did. God, you smell good."
He groaned happily, cock hard, eager for Jason's

mouth. That hungry mouth dropped over him as soon as
he was exposed, Jase deep-throating him easily. He'd
never suspected Jase would be so oral, such a needy

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little cock sucker, but the man was, and was fucking
talented.

Hank spread his legs even wider and let Jason do his

thing, the strong pulls of that mouth going to his balls
and making his muscles tight with need. He watched
Jason's muscles move under the silk shirt, bare, bright
red ass glowing where it peeked out.

"Sexy fucker." He pushed, his cock sliding on Jason's

tongue, hitting the back of Jason’s throat.

Jason made Hank's eyes cross, especially when he

started swallowing around the tip, over and over.

"Fuck! Yes!" He bucked and bucked, hips jerking up

off the chair. One finger snuck behind his balls, tapped
his perineum, pushing him. "Jase!"

He shouted again, bucking and pouring himself into

Jason's mouth. Jason didn't lose a drop, looking like the
cat that got the cream.

He stroked Jason's cheek, his body loose and good all

over. "You're too fucking good at that."

"Uh-huh. My present."
"One-track fucking mind." He handed over the little

box, admiring the debauched look of his lover, with his
fire-engine red ass and his blow-job swollen lips.

The box was opened, the key to his place on a

keychain with a single M on it. The 'm' served double
duty -- both Master and Mine. Jason touched it, then
looked up at him. "Yeah?"

He nodded. "We both work hard, Jase. If nothing

else, I want us to sleep in the same bed at night." Jase
belonged with him.

"Oh." Jason nodded once, then kissed the tip of his

cock. "Yes. Please."

He nodded and smiled. "Good. We'll go get a couple

of suitcases and get you moved in tomorrow. I have
plans for your ass tonight."

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"Tomorrow. Maybe Sunday." Jason bit his wrist. "I

need you, love. Badly."

"I know. I'm here. I see you. And I'm going to make

sure you know it to your bones." He hauled Jason up,
taking his lover's mouth. Hard.

Jason's bound cock leaked on him, left wet kisses.
"Gonna make you scream, Jase. The best you ever

had."

"Please." The soft moan made his balls ache. "Sir."
"Yes."
All night long.
Forever.

End

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are the product of the author's
imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to
actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living
or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of
either the author or the publisher.

Better than Friends - a Hammer story
SINGLE SHOTS
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Copyright 2011 by Sean Michael
Cover illustration by Alessia Brio
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