Sharing your problems with your master always makes things better, but it's a lesson every sub needs to relearn now and then. Jim, Montana and Jeremy are no different and a get together at the Hammer has them reminiscing about how Marcus, Billy and Simon have helped to make everything better, once they were in the loop about their subs' problems.
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Tanny watched the dance floor, slowly sipping his milkshake. Billy had promised him a dance later, after they'd eaten, relaxed, let go of the week's stresses. It had been a long one for him -- tons of work, one of his vendors had fucked up an order, they'd had a plumbing problem at the house, and Billy had been out of town for four days of the drama.
Still, he'd survived it, dealt, and Billy was at the bar, chatting with Xavier and Marcus Goodfellow, unwinding. It was looking like a better end to the week than beginning.
Jeremy and Simon came in, Jeremy walking on prosthetics, a cane in each hand. It was kind of amazing, the way Simon didn't hover, just walked next to Jeremy. The big Texan headed across the floor and Tanny waved, smiling. He and Billy were sitting at the table that was the easiest for Jeremy to get in and out of, on the edge of the crowd, easy access to the bathroom and the spare wheelchair that Xavier kept in the back. "Want to join me?"
Jeremy looked at Simon who smiled and nodded, and murmured something before going to join Billy at the bar.
"How's it going, Jeremy?" He lifted his glass in greeting.
Jeremy eased himself down. "Just fine, Tanny. Glad it's Friday. What're you drinking?"
"Oh, I haven't had a milkshake in a long, long time."
"The strawberry ones taste like chemicals. The vanilla, pineapple and caramel ones are fabulous." Tanny didn't drink alcohol. Ever.
"I just might indulge if Simon doesn't get me a beer."
He nodded, chuckled. "Sounds good. You here to dance?" He'd seen Jeremy and Simon slow dance before, even with the fake legs.
"We might. If I'm asked." Jeremy looked over to where Billy, Marcus and Simon were all standing at the bar, talking and laughing.
Tanny frowned. Where was Jim? He searched the club, looking for the long red hair, the bright green eyes of his best friend. Jim was nowhere to be seen, though.
And now their Doms were coming toward the table, carrying drinks and a huge plate of what looked like appetizers of some sort.
Jeremy cheered. "Food!"
Tanny chuckled. "Bottomless pit."
"You know it."
Marcus set the plate down, and sure enough it was a sampling of all the little appetizers that the Hammer sold. It was usually served as finger foods for two, but Xavier had clearly put this together for the six of them; there was way more food on the plate than he usually saw when he and Billy ordered it.
Billy had another milkshake for him, too, and Simon had two big mugs of beer, sitting one down in front of Jeremy before settling next to his lover.
"Thank you." He kissed Billy's cheek. "Master Marcus? Is Jim okay?"
"He is indeed. He'll be joining us shortly." Marcus had a serene smile, not giving away anything. Still, it soothed Tanny, immediately. Marcus had control.
Simon chuckled and snagged a chicken wing and several deep fried cheese bites, putting them on a plate in front of Jeremy.
"Thank you, Sir." Jeremy picked up goodies, serving Simon. Tanny grinned, leaning into his master's side. That was so dear.
Billy kissed the top of his head. "You want me to feed you?" There was a note of amusement in his master's voice.
"I think I can manage, love. Thank you." He did put some fried mushrooms and ranch on Billy's plate, though.
Billy chuckled at him, kissed the top of his head again in thanks, and proceeded to clean the plate.
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