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“Better,” he agreed, handing the flask to Ralph. It would be fine, he told himself. He would make sure it was a good party for Henry. He would do whatever Henry might want him to do, and surely Henry would continue to appreciate him and his good service, and he’d remain Henry’s favorite no matter what else happened, no matter how good any of Martin’s friends might be at sucking cock.
    He couldn’t bear the idea of Tom, his very own Tom, touching Henry’s skin or tasting his prick, but if Henry wanted anyone, it would be Tom, he was quite certain of it. Martin loved Tom as a friend, but he thought he might easily hate him if he bent over for Henry. Martin knew full well it wasn’t as though Tom would have any say in the matter, but he wanted him to refuse anyway.
    Mr. Ross recruited some of his friends to infiltrate the adult party to steal liquor, and when they returned with their plunder, there were bottles for the slaves as well as the masters. Will came to stand before them with a bottle of gin, which Tom took from his hand. “I’m excited Mr. Blackwell’s here,” Will said, and, judging from his avid expression, this was quite true. “I think he’s so handsome.”
    “He is,” Martin agreed stiffly.
    “Put in a good word for me, will you? I’m sure he’ll go for this one—” here he nodded at Tom “—because they all do, but I’m actually enthusiastic.”
    Martin would definitely not be doing this, but he nodded grudgingly anyway.
    “ I’m enthusiastic, too,” Tom insisted. “He’s very good-looking, and he must be at least a little skilled, since he seems to keep you happy.” He gave Martin a friendly nudge with his hip.
    Martin did not take the opportunity to confirm or deny this assertion, but instead took the bottle from Tom’s hand and drank deeply.
    Simon came in search of the bottle and then lingered. “Mr. Ross is very interested in you,” he said to Martin. “Well, they all are, of course, because they’ve had to wait so long, but since this is his party, he’s going to want first crack at you.”
    “Mr. Blackwell won’t want to swap,” Martin said, shaking his head.
    “He’s here, though,” Simon pointed out. “It’s not like he doesn’t know what sort of get-together this is.”
    Martin thought Henry’s capacity for not-knowing was quite vast, but he wouldn’t share that with his friends. “I think he just wanted to come for the regular party,” Martin explained.
    “I’ll tell you about Mr. Ross if you’d like,” Simon continued. “Not that there’s anything to worry about. He’s got a nice cock and he’s really very considerate.”
    “The one to worry about is Mr. van Houten,” Tom remarked. “He can be rough.”
    “I don’t like his dirty talk,” Will put in. “It’s so mean .”
    “It’s a little depressing,” Tom agreed.
    “He called me a ‘filthy little spunk-guzzler,’” Will said. “I didn’t know whether to laugh or be insulted!”
    Speaking in a low voice so that the others had to lean close, Simon said, “Davey likes it. He likes being talked to like that!”
    They all glanced surreptitiously at Davey, who was speaking animatedly with Dick and Alex.
    “Well, if he likes it, I guess that’s all right for him…” Will said, his voice trailing off.
    Regardless of House, they’d all been trained to be accepting of any sexual peccadillo a master might have, but, naturally, they still had preferences of their own. The idea of Henry spewing mean-spirited dirty talk was laughable, and Martin nearly did laugh, but bit his lip instead and waited his turn for the nearly-empty bottle.
    Mr. Ross called out, “Simon! Hey, Si!”
    Simon’s spine straightened and his head came up, alert. “Sir?” He nodded his goodbyes to the group and made his way through the crowd to his master’s side.
    “It’s starting, then,” Will said, and he was right. Simon disappeared behind the connecting door with Mr. Ross, and they were followed in