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(My laptop is struggling x.x I tried to write/edit what I could.)

Tommy-

"Master, we're going to be late!"

It had been two weeks since their little tryst in the tub and Tommy was finally clear to start walking again. He had one of those fancy canes with three prongs at the base, allowing him to rest his weight if needed. In all honesty, he only used the annoying contraption because Christopher had gotten it for him and requested that he at least bring it with him for a few weeks.

He waited at the open door for nearly five minutes before Chris stumbled into the room, hopping on one foot as he pulled on his boot. He takes quite a while to get ready for the club. Tommy thought as he walked over and knelt down before Christopher could, carefully tying his boot strings with a small grin on his face.

Christopher looked absolutely delicious in his dark black tank top, black leather vest, and black jeans. Around his neck was a small corded choker, but Tommy liked to think that it could possibly be a collar. He'd never dare try put one on the man, or risk being castrated, but he definitely loved imagining that's what it was.

"What are you looking at? Did I miss a spot shaving?" Chris asks, bringing a full-on smile to Tommy's face as he got back to his feet.

"No, sir. You look very handsome."

Tilting his head, Christopher licked his lips, immediately drawing Tommy's attention to them. He hadn't gotten nearly as many kisses as he'd wanted the last two weeks with Christopher working overtime and himself setting up his new work schedule.

"May I kiss you, please?" Tommy asked, already tilting his head and leaning forward a little.

When Christopher stepped around him suddenly, Tommy straightened, blinking as he turned. "Behave tonight, Tommy." Chris said, patting his head before turning and walking out the door.

Confused, Tommy shut his open mouth and hurried to lock up with the spare set of keys he'd been given, then followed Christopher to the car. Once he was inside, Christopher pulled out into traffic, barely waiting for Tommy to get his seatbelt on.

"Is something bothering you?" He asked as he looked over at Chris, a frown slipping onto his face. They'd planned to go out to the club once he'd felt strong enough, but this wasn't how he thought his night would start... and he hoped it wasn't how it was going to be throughout.

"No." Came Chris's reply, several minutes after the question had actually been asked.

Something's definitely bothering him.

Tommy couldn't figure out what it could be, though. If it had been all of the overtime work, he would be fast asleep instead of going out with him to the club. If he wasn't feeling well, it would likely be the same scenario. Deciding not to dwell on it and ruin both their nights by poking at him for answers, Tommy just gave a simple nod and sat back, enjoying the quiet ride.

When they finally parked outside the club, Christopher seemed to be in a slightly better mood. Slightly, but not by much. Tommy slid from the car first when Christopher didn't budge. He knew the bouncer well, and waved as he walked up in his own outfit of dark blue jeans and a red sweater. He had on some lengths of leather beneath it, but that wasn't something he intended to show while walking out in public.

"Welcome back, Tommy. Haven't seen you in a while." Jackson said, removing the rope from in front of the doorway to let him in.

"I've been a bit laid-up. Thankfully, I'm back and feeling better than ever." He said, offering the man a smile as he started to walk inside.

Fingers wrapped around his wrist before he could start down the short hallway leading to the main room, however, drawing him to a stop so he could look at who was holding onto him. Chris? "Are you okay?" Tommy asked, unable to read Christopher's expression very well in the darkened hall.

When all he did after a long pause was step around him, Tommy blew out a frustrated breath. "Christopher."

Chris turned abruptly. "That's not my name here." He replied, all the dominance from his previous trips to the club reappearing suddenly. Tommy loved the way his voice deepened and his words became a command instead of a request or statement, but it also freaked him out.

He hadn't known that Christopher was going to be strictly dominant tonight. Tommy was trying to figure out what he felt himself being when Chris tugged on his wrist again, pulling him toward the main room.

The music was loud, but not in a party sort of way. Calm, classical notes floated within the room they stepped into. The lights were dimmed, with floor lights offering most of the illumination needed for getting around on the dark red carpets.

"Good evening, Master Christopher and Master Tommy." A young submissive said as he ran up, bowing to both of them. Tommy remembered seeing him there before, but couldn't put a name to the young blond's face before he darted off, clearly a little embarrassed or shy, considering his body language.

As they made their way through the club, several more people came up and greeted them. The subs were shy, but to Tommy's surprise, they were splitting their attention between the two of them evenly, especially when Tommy removed his sweater to reveal just a few leather straps across his chest and arms underneath it. His surgical scar was partially covered, but in the dim light, he wasn't worried about it drawing much attention.

"Hey Tom! Long time!" The bartender, Sid, called as Tommy slipped away from Chris and approached the counter.

The red haired man was beginning to make him his normal drink, but Tommy shook his head and took a seat. "Just water tonight, please." Sid raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment as he filled a glass with water and ice, then slid it in front of Tommy. He hesitated a moment, feeling eyes on himself, but figured that it was just someone in the room. He tended to draw attention often.

"Hello, Master Christopher. What can I get you?" Sid asked, glancing over Tommy's shoulders as he did so.

Blinking, Tommy fought to keep from turning around. Christopher had been acting so strange since they'd left the house, almost to point of being stand-offish, so Tommy felt like he deserved to be ignored a little. They'd talked about everything over the time he'd been recovering, so he couldn't imagine what could be so bad that Christopher couldn't just tell him so they could fix whatever was going on.

Before he could get a word in, as he was waiting for the bartender to leave and tend to someone else, Christopher was already drinking. Tommy could smell the alcohol from where he was sitting and knew that he would be dragging Chris home sooner over later.

Why are you trying to get so drunk?

"Master Christopher, we need to talk." Tommy said right as a young sub walked up in far too much leather for Tommy's liking. The guy was drowning in it, and what wasn't covered was very much exposed. Almost to the point of being indecent.

"Pardon me Master Tommy and Master Christopher, I wanted to ask if either of you wished to play?"

Considering Christopher's attitude, Tommy expected him to actually say yes and go with the guy. It would definitely hurt to see. Chris didn't even look at the young man until he'd finished off his entire drink and motioned for a refill. His eyes were already hazy when he redirected his attention to the sub, though Tommy didn't think the alcohol had even hit him yet.

"No thank you." He stated with a nod before turning back to nurse his new drink.

Pursing his lips for a moment, Tommy fought back a sigh of relief. Jealousy was ugly on anyone, and he certainly didn't want to show that he was glad he guy got turned down. He felt as if someone else besides the man standing before him was watching him again, or at least sneaking glances at him, but he hurried to brush aside the thought.

"No, thank you as well. I'm just here to relax after a stressful month. But thank you for asking, sweetheart." Tommy said, giving the young man a smile that was quickly mirrored before the man bowed, then hurried away.

Turning his attention back to Christopher ten minutes later, determination boiling in his veins, Tommy felt his mouth fall open when he saw Christopher's second hard drink gone. An empty glass remained, still tightly grasped in his hands. His head was bowed over the glass, his forehead nearly pressing against the surface.

"Master-"

"Don't."

Snapping his mouth shut, Tommy frowned as Christopher sloppily straightened in his seat to look at him. The man was clearly drunk. So much for relaxing at the club. He had no idea why Christopher was acting so strangely, but when the man slid from his seat and grabbed his wrist, Tommy got up. He was being jerked around a little as Christopher made his way toward the exit, making him balance on the cane he'd hoped to not need.

When they took a sudden turn away from the door and began heading toward the play area in the back of the club, Tommy stopped. Chris didn't seem to realize it until he was forced to halt when Tommy yanked his arm back, forcing Christopher to stumble backward as well.

"What?" Chris slurred, making Tommy eye him with frustration.

"What do you mean, what? I'm not going back there with you." Tommy stated as he rotated his hand, breaking Chris's hold on him, only to take the man's wrist himself.

Christopher looked dumbfounded for a moment, then scowled. "Haven't you dreamed of it? Us, doing that?"

Shaking his head slowly, Tommy leaned back against a nearby wall, tugging Chris with him. "I don't know what's wrong, but until you tell me why you intentionally got drunk tonight and have been treating me strange, I won't go anywhere with you."

The glare he got from the man would have made him hesitate, if he wasn't so drunk. "Will you just talk to me, Christopher? Please?"

"What's there to talk about?" Chris grumbled as he leaned back against the wall, head down so that his hair partially covered his eyes.

Tommy was going to return the guy's previous scowl with one of his own, but when he took a calming breath and really looked at Chris, he paused, mouth closing as he bit his tongue on what he had intended to say. Instead, he straightened off the wall and got his weight situated on his cane, then offered Chris a hand.

"Come on, baby. Let's get out of here."

He thought that Chris might refuse, so Tommy leaned in close enough to be able to whisper and be heard over the music. "We're leaving, now, Christopher."

Thankfully, Chris didn't try to argue and allowed him to lead him out of the room after he hurried over to pay out their tab. To his surprise, Christopher gave him the keys to his car without an argument, either.

He settled into the driver's seat as Chris took passenger. As soon as they were both buckled in, Tommy got them headed home. He could feel that same gaze he'd been sensing most of the time they'd spent in the club on him as he drove, and was beginning to realize what Chris might have been upset about.

When they finally got inside, Tommy let Skipper out and fed him a late dinner, then got the leather ropes off of his chest. He was just winding them around his hand in the bedroom when Christopher came out of the bathroom. He was missing his shirt and the look in his eyes reminded Tommy of someone who was starving, but too drunk to figure out if he should put food in his mouth or just smear it all over his face and hope for the best.

As Christopher raked his eyes over him, Tommy felt his mouth go dry. This guy's mood swings are killing me.

when Chris stepped forward, Tommy found himself backing up. The dance repeated until he felt the back of his knees press against the bed. He didn't let himself fall back onto it yet, though. He needed answers as to why Christopher had been acting so strangely earlier.

"Why the sudden change, Master?"

Chris stopped mere inches from him, his chest already rising and falling with his quiet intake an exhale of breaths. When he looked away, biting his lower lip, Tommy's eyes went wide.

No way.

Christopher returned his gaze to him, but instead of speaking, he pursed his lips and looked down, running his hands through his hair.

Hell. Yes. My baby is jealous!

Unable to think straight, Tommy leaned in and grabbed the sides of Chris's face. He didn't give the man a chance to respond as he kissed him deeply. The rumbling moan he got in response drew a smirk across Tommy's lips as he pulled back.

Christopher stared up at him, his hair blocking one eye. The visible one was wide and solely focused on him as he panted. Someone needs a haircut soon. "Not used to being upset over someone looking at something you want?" Tommy asked, wanting to get an answer from Chris's mouth before they got too distracted.

He tried to turn his head away again, but Tommy refused to let him go. "Master Christopher. I love you... do you, perhaps, want me?"

Christopher took a deep breath, then blew it out as he inched closer. Tommy finally dropped down onto the bed, and Chris hurried to follow him like a stalking animal. "I want my answer, Master." Tommy asked as Chris stared down at him, leaning over him on his hands and knees.

"I..." Chris started, then stuttered a few times, likely having trouble because of the two strong drinks he'd had. Clearly, he didn't hold his alcohol too well. "I want." He mumbled, leaning down to sloppily bite at Tommy's neck.

Realizing that he wasn't going to get a decent answer until Chris was sober, Tommy gave a deep chuckle and reached up, wrapping his arms around Chris's shoulders to coax the man down on top of him.

"I got it. We'll talk later. I want to do something else with you right now, if you're up for it, babe?"

He knew that he should probably call him Master, but Christopher seemed to be responding better without the word. He'd also hoped that their first time together would at least be when they were both sober, but when Chris's hands slid into his pants, he realized that he didn't give a single damn anymore. He'd let Chris do him again as soon as he was sober.

That's what it looked like would happen, too. Tommy had been pretty dominant over the past few weeks, but Christopher was clearly taking charge, and Tommy wasn't interested in trying to turn things around. He was a proud switch, and if it would be more comfortable for Christopher to top, he'd gladly let him. Granted, he'd sure as hell do his best to pin the guy down and have his way with him, too, but he knew that he couldn't expect such a thing so soon.

"Open your eyes."

Tommy hadn't even realized that he'd closed them. Blinking, he was caught off guard by how close Christopher's face was to his own. "Hello, love." Chris whispered, making Tommy's heart stumble over itself. Love. He might not have been able to say the full sentence yet, but Tommy couldn't help but be ecstatic hearing the word.

"Hello," He whispered back before Chris claimed his lips with his own.

They didn't remain clothed for long, and Christopher wasn't the best at waiting, either. Thankfully, he'd thought about lube, but his drunk mind didn't seem to understand that it took more than just using a bit of it to help.

No condom... Thank god I got tested after my last time sleeping with someone, and he's obsessed with his health, unless it involves eating food.

Tommy hissed when Christopher started pushing inside. "Dammit!" He grunted by mistake, making Chris pause for a moment to stare down at him. The look on his face was one of utter satisfaction, even though they hadn't even really started yet.

"Is it sick that I love that look of pain on your face a little too much?" Chris mused, drawing a dark blush from Tommy. He wasn't a switch that enjoyed pain, and as far as he knew, Chris wasn't huge into giving it, but he didn't mind his current irritation. Besides, he'd irritated Christopher enough in the past few months, and he planned to irritate him as much as possible in the future.

"That depends." Tommy mused as he hugged Chris to him, letting himself relax as much as he could while the man started moving. "On what?" Christopher gasped as he picked up speed, drawing a shiver and groan from Tommy.

"Do you want to see that look more than once?" Tommy questioned as he began to move with Chris, neither of them seemingly wanting to draw anything out. They were both way too into it to try and slow down and savor anything. There was plenty of time to take it slow afterward.

He thought that Christopher might hesitate or freak out, realizing that Tommy had just hinted at an actual committed relationship, but when they both finished moments later and Christopher remained staring down at him, leaning on his elbows on the blanket with their chests pressed together as they panted, Tommy knew that something was up.

"Tommy, I made up my mind weeks ago about what I wanted... but I couldn't get the idea out of my head tonight, that you might actually, maybe, want to still look at others..."

Wait a second. He was jealous and upset because he thought that because I wanted to go to the club, that I wanted to find myself a submissive or master?

"Oh my god, for a doctor, you sure are dense."

Christopher scowled at him, but Tommy just leaned up and pulled on his lip with his teeth for a moment. "I've fucking wanted you for months. Ever since I saw you step into that club."

Tilting his head, Chris carefully slid out of Tommy and pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. "Don't tell me that you're one of those creepy subs that made a fan club about me." He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Fuck you." Tommy growled, surprising Chris as he grabbed his shoulders and flipped him onto his back. His backside ached as he got himself situated on top of the other man, but he didn't get to keep his position for long. Chris had him back to being pinned beneath him a second later, a cocky smirk on his face.

"We can discuss that later."

Chris was just leaning down to kiss him again when Skipper jumped up on the bed and began trying to lick their faces. Tommy thought that it was hilarious, and silently thanked the dog for the distraction so that he could get a bit more used to the ache he felt after not having sex for so long, that was likely to get worse soon, but Christopher didn't seem nearly as happy.

"I swear to god dog. I'm going to sell you to a Chinese restaurant!"

He snarled as he swiped at the pup, only to hit thin air as Skipper hopped off the bed and darted down the hall.

"You forgot to shut the door. Poor dog might be mentally scarred now." Tommy joked, a content grin on his face.

"Oh? Well, if he's already scarred, we might as well just enjoy ourselves and not worry about it, hm?" Chris mused, already lining himself up again, making Tommy squirm.

"I-I was joking." He said, drawing a chuckle from Chris as he started pushing back inside.

"Well, I wasn't."

Fuck, this is going to be a painful night.

He couldn't complain, though. He'd  been dreaming of it for way too long.