So Happy Together, A Hammer Story
By Sean Michael
Happy whistled as he bebopped up the front porch
steps, to-go boxes in hands. He wasn't sure whether his
Nic wanted beef or chicken, so he'd brought both.
And dessert.
Three days off. Three days in a row. He was going to
shop and goof off and go dancing and learn Tae Bo and
make pizza. Well, order pizza. A lot.
The light was on in the kitchen, and in the studio
beyond it, Nic's booming voice ringing out some aria or
another.
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He stopped for a second and listened. His Master. His
Nic. His best friend. The thoughts gave him a full-body
shiver. God, he was lucky. Really, truly.
"Master! I'm home!"
"Marc! My happy boy!" Nic came out of the studio,
hands grey with clay, shirt and jeans a mess. There was
even a bit of clay in the brown curls that bounced around
Nic's face.
"Master, love. Are you ready to eat?" He reached up,
carefully picking the clay out of the thick hair.
Nic grabbed his wrist and tugged his hand to the hot
mouth. His master's beard tickled his skin as the white
teeth nibbled at his skin. "Ready to eat my boy all up."
"Mmm. I brought... uh... food and stuff."
"Oh, food." Nic pouted. "I was thinking..."
"You're dangerous when you think." He liked it.
Happy stepped up, fingers touching the sweet, strong
face.
"Mmm." Nic's eyes dropped half closed as he nuzzled
Happy's fingers. "Give me a hug, boy."
"Yes, Master." He dropped the to-go boxes on the
counter and bounced into his lover's strong body.
Nic's arms wrapped around him. He was lifted off his
feet, Nic's mouth covering his. He cried out happily, the
flavor of his lover -- clay and coffee and need -- filling
him.
"I'm getting you full of clay." Nic didn't look
particularly upset about it.
"I'm washable." And he needed a shower anyway.
"Mmm. So am I. Blow job for your bear in the
shower." Nic started heading them down the hall. "And
if you're good, a spanking for you."
"I'm very good. I didn't break a single plate today and
only three glasses. Xavier says I can come back
Tuesday." He'd been trying so hard.
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"Three whole days off? That is good." Nic kissed the
top of his head and began to strip.
"Uh-huh. I want to learn Tae Bo. And I'm going to
eat a hundred pizzas and dance for a thousand hours."
"That's a lot of stuff for three days. Especially when
you haven't consulted with your bear."
"They're your working days. I know that. I am going
to stay out of your hair and burn off energy." He tried
hard to not bother Nic when he was working.
"I think if you've got three days off, then I can too.
"Oh. Oh. Oh, really? Really?" He started vibrating,
shivering. Three days.
Three whole days.
Oh, God.
Oh, hooray.
Nic chuckled, all but carrying him to the bathroom.
They had a big shower -- Nic's work got him pretty
dirty, and he liked to indulge in long, hot showers. They
did far more than just get clean in this space, too.
He focused on getting Nic undressed and getting the
water warming. Three days for them. Three days of
those eyes on him. He shivered again, out of pure
anticipation.
One of Nic's hands slid over his back, landed on his
ass. "What are you thinking about, boy?"
"You, Bear. Being yours. Having your working eyes
on me." Nic was always more intense, more demanding,
more amazing when he was working.
"Good." Nic's voice was like a rough caress.
Happy turned and watched as Nic pulled off his
clothes, folding them and putting them in the basket
meant specifically for the clay-stained stuff. His Nic was
gorgeous: big and hairy, with the hugest hands Happy
had ever seen.
"I love you. So bad." So bad.
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He got the towels out, his hands shivering a little bit.
"Happy. Marc." Nic cupped his cheek and smiled into
his eyes. "I love you, too. More than anything."
"I know." He went up on tiptoe, cuddling into Nic's
warmth.
His Master's big hands landed on his ass, tugging him
closer in a great big bear hug. So good.
"Okay, boy. Get naked and let's get clean." His ass
was given a solid swat.
"Yes, Master." He kissed Nic's jaw and stripped
down.
Nic went into the shower as he stripped, the grey clay
dust washing away under the hard flow of water. Happy
hurried into the stream, eager to help, to touch, and
maybe play with the soap a little.
Nic smiled, the riot of curls plastered to Nic's head,
and reached for him.
"My Bear." He snuggled right in, jabbering to Nic,
telling his lover about his day, his customers.
Nic eventually picked up the soap and started rubbing
it on his skin, making everything all slickery. He twisted
and turned, chuckling and laughing as he did. Nic's
fingers wandered, sliding over his skin: down his spine,
along his crack, over his cock and balls. He was shaved
clean, just for his Bear, and his body responded eagerly
to that touch.
"Mmm. So eager." One big hand wrapped around his
prick, swallowing it up.
"For you. Always." He needed Nic, all the time.
"I know. It's one of my favorite things about you."
Happy nodded, rubbing eagerly, touching Nic's
nipples, the strong chest. The wet curls on Nic's chest
made interesting swirls that caught his fingers. He
hummed, tugging lightly, singing to a song in his head.
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"You feel good, boy." Nic's hand slid back to his ass,
fingers rubbing along his crack.
"I do, Bear. So good."
One of Nic's fingers pushed against his opening, the
brown eyes gazing down at him full of warmth, of want.
"So beautiful. So hot."
Rumbling for him, Nic bent, brought their mouths
together. Happy moaned happily, tongue sliding against
Nic, welcoming him. Nic played with his tongue for a
bit, slapping it with his, sucking on it, then the kiss went
deep, Nic devouring his mouth as the finger against his
hole pushed into him.
He arched, laughing with pure joy. His Nic!
One finger became two, which he took easily, Nic
giving him a gentle stretch. Happy leaned back on the
tile, spreading eagerly.
Nic held his gaze as two fingers quickly became
three. "I love how hot you are. Hotter than the water."
"For you. I love your hands."
"God, how they love you, boy." Nic buried his face in
Happy's throat, rubbing the curly beard along his skin.
He lifted his chin, begging for more. The fingers in
his ass continued to stretch and fill him as Nic took his
invitation and rubbed his skin with the curly beard. The
scratching was interspersed with hot, wet kisses. He
couldn't stop moving, shifting, shivering.
Nic's chuckle vibrated against his skin. "Gonna have
to find the ropes when we're done in here."
"We don't have to." He hated the ropes, the stillness.
The not touching.
"It's been awhile, boy. And you're vibrating."
"I'm not!" He focused very hard on being still. Sort
of.
Nic laughed, fingers sliding out of him. He was
gathered up in a bear hug and Nic's mouth closed over
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his, tongue pushing in. His legs wrapped around Nic's
hips, and he rubbed against Nic's cock.
"I want in, boy. I want to feel you tight and hot
around me."
"Yes, Master. Yes. In. Here?"
"Yes. You make me too impatient to wait." Nic's big
hands landed on his ass and raised him up. He tilted his
hips, reached down and put Nic's fat cock against his
hole. "Yes. There. Marc." Groaning, Nic let him drop
down, the thick cock pushing.
The burn was perfect, familiar, and he started
moving, sliding up and down on his Bear. Nic made a
noise, a low, rumbling growl and he shifted, leaning
back against the wall as he let Happy ride.
"My Bear. My Bear." Happy sang as he moved, the
pleasure too big for silence.
Nic's rumbles and growls accompanied him, little
bites marking the skin of his neck, his shoulders, as
Nic's teeth worked his skin.
"Oh, Bear..." He squeezed hard, clenched around
Nic's cock.
"Marc!" Nic turned them suddenly, putting him up
against the tile as Nic began to thrust into him. The thick
cock stretched him, filled him to overflowing and
punched against his gland.
"Bear! Master!" He danced on Nic's cock, screaming
with pleasure.
"Yes. Marc. Boy. Mine." The words pushed out of
Nic.
His cock was trapped between them, rubbing roughly
against Nic's belly. He came with a happy cry, his joy
too big to keep inside. Nic's roar filled his world as the
hard cock filled his ass, heat spraying deep inside him.
He held on, petting his sweet bear.
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Nic's breath panted loudly in his ear, the water
rushing down around them like warm rain.
"Love." He squeezed, laughed. "So bad."
Nic groaned and bit his earlobe. "No, boy. So good."
He nodded, tickled. "So good."
***
They stayed in the shower until that hint of coolness
warned of impending doom in the form of a douse of
cold water. It was only then that Nic reluctantly slid out
of Marc's body. He didn't bother setting his boy down,
though. Marc was light enough to carry for more than a
moment or two.
Grabbing a towel one-handed, he wrapped it around
Marc's body.
"Mmm. Soft." Marc wriggled, trying to dry them
both.
He was going to have to put his boy down at this rate
to do the job right. "Hold still a moment, boy."
"Mmmhmm." Marc was still, almost, but he could
feel the tiny constant shifts and adjustments. His sweet,
happy boy needed stillness now and then, needed to be
able to find himself in it.
He got Marc dry and then handed over the towel. "Go
for it."
Marc dried him, fluttering like a hummingbird,
chattering at him, admiring him. Every few moments he
grabbed hold of his boy and dragged him close, kissed
the sweet, chittering mouth.
He loved that energy, the need, the pleasure and need
his boy had. Sometimes it took Marc over, though, and
his butterfly lover needed to stop, needing to go deep
into himself, into his subspace. Marc hated it, though,
fought it. Fought him.
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Sometimes he thought that was why Marc had chosen
him, stayed. No one wanted to make 'Happy' sad.
Nobody else had ever given Marc what he really needed.
"Come on, boy. I have plans for you that involve our
bed."
"You're not hungry, Bear?"
"We can eat later." He took his boy's hand and
headed down the hall. Marc followed him, telling him
some story about a new member at the club.
He pushed Marc gently onto the bed, fondling the
slender limbs. His boy was beautiful.
"Mmm. Smells like you in here."
"Really? To me it smells like you." Like love and
devotion and happiness. Like deep commitment.
Nic loved that smile -- so wide, so joyous. He tilted
Marc's head and brought their mouths together, tasting
his boy's happiness. Marc wrapped around him, held on
as the kiss went deep.
When his lips finally pulled away from Marc's, he
smiled and patted his boy's ass. "Go get me some rope,
boy."
"But... I'll be good. Quiet. I promise."
"I know, boy. You need it, though. It's time." He
cupped Marc's cheek, patted it.
Those lovely blue eyes got watery. "I'll be perfect.
You know I will."
"Get me the rope, boy. You can choose which kind."
Marc sighed softly, rolled off the bed, obviously
trying not to pout. Nic patted the sweet ass as it passed
him by.
Marc turned toward him. "Did I do something
wrong?"
He shook his head. "This isn't a punishment, boy. It's
for you."
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"I don't like being still." Marc went though, the line
of the lean shoulders so sad.
"You always feel good afterward, though."
Marc nodded, went to the cabinet and chose the blue
ropes. They were the softest, the most elastic.
"Your favorite."
"They don't itch."
"I like the blue on you, too."
"Do we have to? Are you sure?"
He met Marc's eyes, read the need in them beneath
the begging, beneath the pout. "Yes, boy."
"I'll be so good. I promise. I won't bother you and I'll
be so quiet and nice." Marc brought him the ropes.
"I don't want you pretending to be who you aren't.
You need the stillness; I need to give it to you."
"How long do I have to do it?"
He chuckled. "Until I say you don't." There was
going to be a foot stomp soon. He could tell. He stood
and held his hand out for the rope.
"Meanie." Marc handed them over. "I've been trying
so hard to not need them."
"You do, though. I can see it in your eyes." He
stroked Marc's cheek with the rope. Marc's eyelashes
were dotted with unshed tears. Sweet love. "Bed, boy."
Marc stormed over to the bed, face like a
thundercloud. God, that was adorable. He followed,
letting the rope snake out and drag along behind him.
Bending over Marc, he took that sweet mouth. The kiss
tasted pouty.
He shook his head. "Sweet boy, I love you. And I'm
doing this for you."
"Love you, too."
"Good." He let the rope slide up over Marc's body.
"Today I'm going to wrap you in the rope and attach the
ropes to the corner posts of the bed. You'll be bound and
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spread eagle." He leaned in to whisper into Marc's ear.
"I'll be able to do anything I want to you."
Marc turned, wrapped around him, held on tight.
He licked at Marc's earlobe and gave his boy one last
hug. "Okay, boy. Lie back again."
"Are you sure, Bear? Surely sure?"
"I'm sure. I know what you need. You know it, too."
Marc sighed softly and leaned back, putting on his
brave face. Nic didn't chuckle, though the urge was
there. So sweet. His boy was a wonder.
He attached one end of the rope to the bed post and
held out his hand for Marc's. Marc slowly reached out
for him, hands shaking. He wrapped it in his own,
squeezed, and then began to wind the rope. He started at
Marc's palm,
"I don't like the ropes." Marc didn't like the stillness.
"They love you, though. Your skin is beautiful. The
ropes accent that." He wrapped the rope around Marc's
wrist, down along his arm. Marc's bound hand clenched,
fingers closing into a fist. "Do you remember the first
time we did this?"
Marc's eyes closed. "Uh-huh. It was the day you
decided to keep me."
"It was. I believe it was also the day you decided to
keep me."
"I did. I was made to be yours."
"You were." He bent and kissed Marc again, knowing
this was what his boy needed. He wrapped the rope
around Marc's neck. "No moving now, boy."
Marc's eyes rolled a little bit. "Careful. Be careful. I
hate that feeling."
"It's okay, boy. I see you. I see it all." He wrapped the
rope up along Marc's other arm and attached it to the
bedpost. "I will always see you."
"I don't like this part."
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"It brings us closer. Every time." He picked up
another rope and started again at Marc's ankles.
Marc's cock was limp, but that didn't matter. It would
fill. He kept speaking softly, letting Marc have his voice.
Slowly his boy relaxed a bit, not fighting him for the
time being.
He wrapped the rope around each leg, spread them
wide and attached them to the bedposts. Then he
wrapped the rope around Marc's cock and balls. He kept
the ropes loose, so he could tighten them when his boy
got an erection.
He rubbed Marc's belly. "How're you feeling, boy?"
"Okay, I guess."
"You only guess?" He flicked his fingers across the
head of Marc's cock.
"Uh. Uh-huh." Marc frowned, trying not to respond.
He flicked the head again. This time, Marc gasped,
prick filling.
"There we go, boy."
"I don't like this." Marc still wanted it.
Nic didn't answer, just adjusted the ropes here and
there. Marc started wiggling, sighing softly.
He made a soft noise and tightened the ropes more.
"No moving, boy." He flicked the head of Marc's cock a
little harder.
Marc moaned for him, shook his head, lips parting.
"No moving." He tightened the rope around Marc's
cock, leaving just a little more room for growth. Then he
wrapped a new section of rope around Marc's chest,
making sure it was tight over the pretty little nipples.
"I don't like the ropes." Marc was panting now.
"I know, but you need them. You need the discipline
of being still. You need to feel them cushioning your
muscles." He made sure all the ropes were good and
tight now.
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"I try so hard to be good for you."
"And you are good, Marc. So very good. You make
me happy, proud." He patted Marc's belly. "Never more
so than when you submit to the ropes."
"That's not fair." Marc relaxed a little, though, eased
for him.
"What's not fair about it, boy?"
"You say things that make me want to please you,
make you proud."
"And how is that not fair? It's good that you want to
please you."
"I do want to please you. More than anything."
"And I want to do the same for you. And I want to
give you everything you need." The words were
familiar, a litany, a prayer they both participated in
whenever they did this together.
"Kiss me? Please?"
"Mmm. I do love kissing you." He bent, slid their lips
together.
Marc tried to reach for him, pulling against the ropes,
gasping as the rope rubbed his throat.
"Shh. Still, boy. You know the rules."
"Uh-huh. I'm not good at still. I'm busy. I'm going to
mess up."
"You are not going to mess up." He licked Marc's
lower lip, then tugged it into his mouth.
Marc couldn't mess up. The man didn't move.
"That's it. So good." He nibbled his way down,
licking and sucking at Marc's skin.
He felt Marc swallow against his lips. He scraped his
teeth over Marc's Adam's apple. Marc arched again, feet
tugging this time. He smacked Marc's hip. Oh, he loved
that heady little cry.
He rolled the rope over Marc's nipple. The tiny little
bit of flesh went hard, dark. Nic groaned and slid his
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thumb across Marc' belly, from one rope edge to the
other.
"Master." Yes. He loved the sound of that word in
Marc's voice.
"Yes. Yes, mine."
His boy nodded, swallowed again.
Nic started touching Marc all over, fingers sliding on
exposed skin. The sweet body relaxed for him, eased,
stilled. Once he'd touched Marc everywhere, he spent
some time flicking the lovely skin with his fingertips.
"That stings."
"Mmmhmm." He followed the next flick with a
gentle kiss, tongue sliding along the flesh he'd just
touched. That touch got him a soft, tiny moan.
"No moving," he reminded Marc. He wanted his boy
to pour everything into those sounds.
"No moving." Marc almost nodded.
He hummed when Marc didn't and rewarded his boy
with a tongue swiped across the sweet cock. That long
prick jerked, tugged at the ropes around it. He breathed
on Marc's balls. They tried to pull up, draw up, but the
ropes wouldn't let them.
He licked one, and then the other, nosed them. Such a
good smell here. He told Marc that. "I love how you
smell."
"Love you. Love you. I want to get up, touch you."
"You have to wait." It was their reward; after Marc
endured the stillness, Nic would lie on the bed and let
his boy touch and love on him. Adore him. Worship his
cock. He could be still for hours.
He pressed his face to Marc's ass, licked the sweet
hole. He would push his sweet boy just a little bit
farther. Marc groaned, started fighting the ropes, trying
to reach for him. Nic growled, backed off and let Marc
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really feel the sound. When his sweet boy had settled
again, he kissed the side of one knee, and then the other.
Marc's breath began to speed, toes curling and
uncurling.
"Hush, boy. Give me your stillness."
"I'm trying. So hard."
"Try harder." He moved up to look into Marc's eyes,
to breathe into his boy's mouth. "I know you can do it."
Marc moaned softly, so softly.
He kissed those sweet lips again and then found a
spot on Marc's neck, just above the rope. Wrapping his
lips around Marc's skin, he started to pull up a mark.
Marc sighed softly, stretched in a long, slow motion. He
kept sucking, working hard; there was going to be a
lurid bruise right here.
His boy. His delicious, happy boy.
He could make a collar of bruises. He shifted his
mouth, sucking up another spot right next to the first.
"Master." The word was sighed, the sound peaceful,
happy.
He nodded. Yes, there it was. This was why he
insisted on doing this. Marc tapped into a place of peace
and a deeper happiness within the world of stillness.
"Yes, boy." He moved over and started sucking up
the next mark in his boy's collar of hickeys.
Little bursts of energy moved Marc, made his boy
fight, but they were short-lived, easily waited out.
It took awhile, but he soon had a ring of bruises that
went almost all the way around Marc's neck. He'd have
to finish it when he undid the ropes and turned his boy
over.
"It aches."
"I'm making you a collar. You'll see it when it's
finished."
"Okay. It still aches a little, not bad."
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"The aching means you can feel my marks all around
you."
"Yeah." Marc smiled for him, the look easy now. His
boy had found his peace.
It made Nic feel so good, to be able to bring that to
Marc, to make his happy boy even happier on a whole
different level. He kissed the tip of Marc's cock. "Love
you, boy."
"Love you, Bear. So bad."
He tasted salt.
He nodded, kissed Marc's navel and then lips. "I'm
going to untie you now, and turn you over so I can finish
your collar. I expect you to stay as still as if you were
still tied."
"I will." Marc would tell him, if it wasn't possible.
He kissed his boy again. "Good, boy."
Then he began to take the ropes off. He worked
slowly, as if they had all the time in the world, even
though his cock was hard and he wanted so badly to be
buried inside his boy and finishing the collar now.
Marc kept his eyes closed, kept breathing. Kept
focused. Such a good boy. Marc was so much stronger
than he gave himself credit for. Nic continued to unwind
the rope from his boy, murmuring praise and sweet
nothings as he did. His good, strong boy held still for
him.
"Very good. I'm flipping you now."
"Okay. Do you want me stiff like a board?"
"No, boy. Just stay still once I've flipped you."
"'kay." Marc offered him a grin.
He smiled at his happy boy and kissed that open
mouth, tongue slipping in to slap at Marc's. Marc
giggled for him, softly. Sweet boy.
He pulled back and then turned Marc, moaning softly
at the sight of that sweet, pert ass. Marc did well, stayed
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relaxed, but still. Humming, he wrapped his mouth
around the base of Marc's neck, filing in the last bruise
in the temporary collar.
Marc moaned, but didn't pull away. Nic's cock slid
along Marc's ass and he wanted in, but he knew he
needed to wait, to let Marc have his reward.
Finally, he had the bruise pulled up to his satisfaction
and he moaned, his lips sliding away.
"I need you." The words were so soft.
Moaning, he shifted, legs spreading Marc's wide. He
could feel Marc's muscles shifting, begging for him. He
pressed his cock in, Marc still stretched from earlier.
Perfect. His boy was perfect around him.
He licked at the collar he'd made, knowing the skin
there would be sensitive, aching. That tight ass squeezed
him, fist-tight.
Nic groaned. "Yes. So good, Marc."
"So good." Marc's voice was the barest whisper.
He nodded and latched back onto Marc's neck, his
hips moving faster. Marc didn't move back against him,
but that sweet body worked his cock like a pro.
"So proud of you, boy." He punctuated each worth
with a thrust.
"Love." Marc groaned, body holding him in.
"Yes. My very own boy."
He pushed a hand beneath Marc's body, grabbing
hold of his boy's cock. Hard as diamonds and leaking,
Marc was needy, hungry for him.
"I've got you, boy." He let the force of his thrusts
drive Marc's cock through his fist.
"Got me. Love. Your boy."
"Yes. Mine. My boy." It felt so good. Amazing. Hot.
Tight. So good. All his.
He slammed in deeper, feeling the muscles ripple
around his cock. Faster, harder, he shifted until he found
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just the right angle that hit Marc's sweet spot. That time
Marc did move, jerking on his prick, crying out for him.
"Oh, right there. Right there." He kept bumping into
that spot over and over.
His boy went wild, slamming back against him, over
and over. He matched Marc move for move, the two of
them slapping together loudly.
"Please!"
"Yes." He thrust in. "You can come."
"Yes! Bear!" He felt Marc's orgasm around his cock.
"Oh. Oh, boy. Love you. Marc." He came hard,
filling Marc up.
They slumped down, both of them panting, together.
"Mmm. So proud of you, Marc."
"Thank you, Bear." Marc kissed his knuckles.
He slid out of his boy and shifted to the side so he
could draw Marc into his arms. "Anytime, Marc. And
now we have three days with nothing to do but each
other."
His sweet boy wrapped around him, tongue sliding
over his lips. "Sounds perfectly wonderful. Better than
dancing and pizza together."
"Better than pretty much anything I can think of,
boy." He caught Marc's tongue with his lips, sucking
gently.
Marc hummed, pretty eyes closing, his boy happy,
quiet, at peace.
And all for him.
End.
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So Happy Together, a Hammer Story
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