About Better Than Friends, a Hammer story
by Sean Michael
45 pages / 11100 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-292-7
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Hank and Jason have been best friends since before Hank even came out of the closet. They're both busy, but they're each other's go-to guy when they need to unwind, and relax. At least, that's what they think.
When Hank finally fulfills a secret dream and rounds up the money to join the Hammer Club, the first person he meets is a sexy, slinky, bratty bottom named… Jason? They spend dinner together, trying to get a handle on this new view they now have of each other.
Will their friendship be able to handle this sudden shift in their realities, or, even better, can these two best friends find a way to be better than friends?
Sample
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?"
"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?