Screwdrivers, a Hammer shorts collection
by Sean Michael
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Want to catch up with what three of the Hammer Club’s most popular couples are getting up to? Then the nine stories this anthology featuring Marcus and Jim, Billy and Montana, and Simon and Jeremy are for you.
The stories in this anthology have been previously published on their own and include: Groceries, Deck the Sub, Water and Steel, Hands Tied, Market Day, Tanny and the Cage, Heaven Sent, Brownies, and New Legs, New Year.
Marcus checked his watch and shook his head. "I have the list -- it's time to go."
It was time to go shopping. They were going to go to the deli after to get sandwiches and maybe go to the furniture store and look for a new couch afterward; the current one was somewhat well-loved.
Of course they weren't going to do any of that if Jim didn't hurry up, already. His baby was dithering.
"It's time to go."
"I..." Jim came out in his jeans, T-shirts in hand. "I can't decide which one."
Jim's nipple rings caught the light, and Marcus licked his lips. "I could get behind neither."
"I have to wear a shirt." Jim's belly rippled, the tattoo that crawled around his waist shifting.
"Only if we go out." Which he was beginning to think was the lesser of their choices. It had been too long since he'd spontaneously pounced Jim in the middle of the day. It did Jim good to occasionally have his schedule shaken up.
"You said we were going to the store, didn't you?" Someone was still working in his head, Marcus could tell.
"Yes, but looking at you, I'm inclined to be flexible." He ate Jim up with his eyes.
"Are you?" Jim smiled a little, eyes warming. "You approve?"
"Very much." Marcus made up his mind. The shopping could wait, and the old couch could put in more time. In fact they could put it to good use right now." Strip in and go bend over the couch, babe."
"Yes. Yes, sir." Jim fluttered a bit, shirts going up and down.
Marcus chuckled softly. He loved that he could still make Jim lose it just by a look and a few words. "Baby. Breathe. And do as you're told."
"Yes, sir." Jim took a deep breath, eyes closing. Then his baby folded the shirts, put them aside, and headed for the sofa. Such a fucking natural.
He watched Jim move, his prick leaping in his trousers. Jim was still the sexiest man ever.
Shoes, socks, jeans, briefs -- they were all carefully removed. Not reluctantly, but purposefully, Jim sinking into sub space. Jim piled the folded clothes on the floor by the door.
"Stunning," Marcus proclaimed. He followed and began to strip slowly. He started with his shirt, pulling it out of his jeans and over his head.
Jim blushed and ducked his head, offered him a shy smile. "Over the back or the cushions?"
"Over the back; I want to see that sweet little ring." He wanted to play with it, twist it and tease Jim.
Jim bent for him, the wide expanse of ink on his baby’s back a riot of colors and patterns.
Marcus groaned softly and his hands stuttered on his zipper. "Spread your legs, baby." Let me see.
"Yes, sir." Jim shivered and spread wide, pretty bare balls hanging loose. Jim's ass clenched, a soft moan filled the air. "Master."
Oh, hell yes.
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