Nothing special, p.14
Nothing Special, page 14
“Fuck!” God’s mouth was hot and his tongue was like silk. “Oh, Cash, oh, Cash.”
God hummed and dragged his tongue back up his shaft with plenty of suction and just the right amount of teeth. He lingered on the head, flicking his tongue under the cap, making his body jolt with each flick. Day shook his head back and forth. It was too fucking much. His hole clenched with the need to be filled just as Day felt the pressure of God’s finger. He probed a little before pushing past the first ring of muscles, causing his hips to thrust up into God’s warm mouth.
“Fucking more. More, babe.”
God pushed in deeper and sucked Day’s cock all the way down again, pleasantly distracting him from the slight sting in his ass. Day knew the sting would fade; he was ready to get to the good part.
“Now. I want you right now, Cashel,” Day urged, while pulling on God’s large shoulders.
God’s throaty chuckle vibrated around his cock.
“Mmmm. Fuck.”
“Patience, sweetheart.” God dipped lower and sucked on one of his balls while adding a second finger. Day clenched this time, causing God to stop and withdraw some.
“No, no, no… it’s okay.” Day didn’t want God prolonging the prep any more than he already was. God was damn near treating him like a virgin. He ground his ass down onto God’s two digits and heard him groan.
“Fuck, Leo. So goddamn tight.”
“Want you,” Day moaned.
“You have me, babe,” God responded and engulfed his cock again.
Dammit. Day didn’t want to come like this. He wanted God inside him. God had three fingers halfway in him now and his finger was rubbing that special place that had Day cursing and begging to be filled.
“I swear I’m ready,” Day snarled.
God pulled his three fingers out and came back up to face him. “You’re a bossy bottom aren’t you?” he spoke into Day’s panting mouth. “Want my cock, Leo?”
Day nodded his head yes like a bobble-head doll.
“Say it.” God scrubbed his coarse beard over Day’s cheek until his lips were pressed against the base of his ear. Day felt the hot tongue lick around his lobe before pulling the sensitive flesh inside that sinful mouth.
Day thrust his dick up, rubbing against God’s hard cock. “Fuck, Cash! Yes, I want your cock. All of it,” Leo practically yelled.
God yanked the condom off the comforter and slid the thin latex over his bulging erection, never taking his eyes off him. Day gasped at the love he saw in God’s eyes. He couldn’t believe that this was actually going to happen; he’d fantasized so many times. It was always God slamming him up against the wall and taking him roughly, never this gentle caressing, and terms of endearment lovemaking they were doing now. Honestly, Day liked this way just as much if not more. He was sure God could bring the thunder when he wanted to, but this was their first time, so Day let his mind clear and his body feel what God would give him.
God lay back down and positioned his cock at Day’s pulsing hole.
“Leo. You are mine and only mine, are you ready for that?” God asked, staring into his eyes.
Day didn’t hesitate for one second. “Yes. I’ll be yours for as long as you’ll have me.” Day stroked the back of his hand down God’s cheek. God turned and pressed a kiss into his palm. “I love you, Cash.”
Day watched God close his eyes and push with enough force to breach him with just his head.
“Ugh!” Day’s mouth flew open. Dammit, God’s cock head was bigger than he thought.
God pressed his body into his and tilted his hips forward. Day brought his legs up higher to open himself up more to quench the fierce burning in his ass. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Breathe.
God’s face was buried in the crook of his neck and his body shook against him. “Jesus, Leo,” God hissed.
“Cash,” Day said, his moans like a cry.
“Almost there, sweetheart.” God pushed in deeper and Day grabbed at his hips to stop him.
“Ugh. Fuck, you’re fucking big,” Day groaned.
God took Day’s hand from his hip and the other that was digging into his side; grasping them both he pulled them high over his head and pressed them into the pillows, securing them there with one hand.
God was shocked by his own self-control, but he refused to hurt his lover. Half of his cock that was inside Day and God slowly rocked back and forth trying to open him up a little more. “Come on, sweetheart. You can do it. Open up, take all of me,” God whispered. He concentrated on breathing and not shooting his load before he got all the way in.
Day’s erection was gone, his cock lying against his left thigh. Fuck. He had to make this good for him. “Breathe, Leo, and push out against me,” he instructed.
Beads of sweat were popping up on Day’s forehead and his body shook with pain or nerves, God wasn’t sure. God lifted his head from against Day’s neck and rose slightly to look into those beautiful eyes. Day’s eyes were tightly shut and his brow deeply creased.
“Look at me, Leo.” God kissed both of Day’s eyelids.
God watched moist lashes part and Day’s eyes focus on him. “I love you. Show me how much you love me too. Take all of me.” God leaned in and parted Day’s lips with his tongue and moaned into that pretty mouth. Day tasted so fucking good, he could kiss him all night, buried only halfway in him. He tongued Days mouth, licking the roof while using the hand not holding Day’s wrists to caress his nipples. He felt him relax and go pliant, and God used that small window to push all the way in.
Day practically came up off the bed. “Cash!”
“Shhh, it’s all right.” God didn’t pause; he pulled back a couple inches and slid back in again. Keeping the movements measured and slow, he brushed over Day’s prostate with each stroke. “That’s it. Take all of it, it belongs to you now, take it.” He licked Day’s open mouth.
God felt Day tilt his hips upward; driving God in deeper and he knew his lover was crossing over that thin line between pain and indescribable pleasure. God’s balls had practically crawled up inside of him. He tried to think about anything that might ward of his orgasm, but Day’s ass was squeezing him so damn tight, it was impossible not to focus on the sensation.
God pulled out almost to the tip and eased back in again. His body was pressed against his man from head to toe; only his hips moved his cock in and out of that heavenly cavern. God heard Day release the sexiest moan he’d ever heard in his life, and he thrust in with more power.
“Yes! Fuck, right there! Right fucking there,” Day urged while thrusting his hips up to meet him.
God reared back and slammed into Day again. He was about to come but he wanted them to come to together. “Jerk that pretty cock for me, sweetheart.” God released Day’s hands so he could do what he’d asked.
God kept their foreheads together as they watched their union. God pumping in and out of that tight hole, his dick glistening and pulsing. Day’s hand working his cock back to full-on hardness. God was about to come. Fuck.
God sat up and reared back on his legs. He gripped Day behind his back and pulled him up onto his lap. Day’s legs instinctually wrapped around him as he thrust into him, using Day’s weight to keep his dick fully buried. He shifted Day slightly and aimed left, pumping up into him, hitting Day’s spot every time.
“Yes. Give it to me. All of it!” Day spurred him on, his hands digging into God’s shoulders as he held on for the ride.
God watched Day throw his head back and bare his throat to him. He felt an animalistic urge to bite and mark his man… so he did. God brought his arms up and around Day’s back and gripped his shoulders, slamming him down on his cock. He leaned in and bit Day's neck just below his ear. Day yelled out as his come spurted between them, hot and slick, propelling God into his own orgasm.
God squeezed Day and held him close as he shot his first jet of come. God growled deep in his throat with his teeth still latched on to Day’s throat. He stopped biting only to pull the tender flesh into his mouth and suck as hard as he could until he stopped coming inside Day’s spasming hole.
God stilled and caught his breath, his cock still buried inside his lover. He felt Day lick at the sweat on his neck and unhook his legs from around his back. God slid his hands down Day's back and palmed both of his ass cheeks, lifting him off his cock. Day hissed, and God gently laid him back down on the damp sheets. God was exhausted. He removed the condom and dropped it in the wastebasket beside the bed before dropping down beside Day.
“You all right, sweetheart?” God said, inching up against his side.
“Holy shit. You have no fucking idea how I’m feeling right now.” Day half-moaned and half-laughed.
“Is it good or bad?” God asked, rubbing Day’s smooth chest.
Day turned to face him with a sexy wink.
“It’s real good. I’m just pissed that we could’ve been doing this four years ago.” Day smiled.
“We weren’t ready for this four years ago,” God replied.
“Maybe you’re right. Are you ready now, Cash?” Day turned serious eyes on him.
God used his thumb to tenderly stroke Day’s bottom lip. “If you’re asking am I going to hurt you or flake out, the answer’s no. You know me, Leo. You’re the only one who knows me. You’re the only one that’s seen this man in front of you right now.”
“Do I know you, Cash?” Day whispered into the darkness.
“You will know all of me, but you’ll have to wait until morning.” God smiled, lightening the mood.
Day snorted at him and rolled out of bed, groaning like an old man and God had to hold in his laugh at Day’s wide-legged walk to the bathroom. He heard Day cleaning himself up and he thought to himself while he waited. He has a right to know.
Day got back into bed and fully climbed on top of him, laying his head down on his chest. God laughed. “Uhh, sweetheart. You going to sleep like this?”
“Yep. I’ve imagined sleeping like this for years,” Day said settling in comfortably.
God kissed Day’s forehead and wrapped his arms around him, trying to calm his mind. Please don’t have a nightmare. Not tonight. Just let this night be perfect.
The Truth is Revealed
Day woke at seven in the morning still settled comfortably on top of God’s huge chest. It was like sleeping on a damn mountain… or a volcano. Damn God could give off some body heat. Day was sweating and so was God. Day slid off him and settled against his side.
God looked peaceful right now; Day hoped it was because of him that he’d not had a nightmare. He watched for a few more minutes before his admiration of God’s beautiful body turned into intense lust and need. His cock was hard and ready for attention. Day slid down beneath the covers and leaned over God’s semi erect dick. He licked his lips before taking all of it into his mouth. Finally. Day released a moan of contentment and licked around the head of the delicious cock before sliding back down to the base. Day had no gag reflex and he loved giving head as much as he loved fucking. He felt a large palm on his cheek and now that God was awake, increased the suction.
God moaned and spread his legs, allowing Day room to climb between them.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” God said, his groggy morning voice sending tingles of pleasure to Day’s balls.
Day answered with a fondling of God’s balls and a slow, sexy lick along the large vein running up the underside of God’s cock. He wrapped his mouth back around the head and went all the way down to the base again. God raised his hips and pushed the bulging head further down his throat. He swallowed a few times and God’s palm moved from his cheek to the back of his head. God gripped his hair and held his face buried in scratchy pubic hair while he thrust repeatedly into his mouth. Uhhh, yeah, fuck my mouth.
“Leo, fuck. I’m gonna come,” God moaned. “Ohhhhh… right fuckin’ now. Auuuggghh. Fuuuck!”
Day opened his throat and took every drop of delicious, hot goodness God had to give him. He swallowed until he was sure there was none left. He let God’s cock slide from his lips and laid a tender kiss on the head before emerging from beneath the covers with a shit-eating grin. “Yes, it’s a good morning now.”
God breathed heavily while Day licked each nipple then tongued his way to the beautiful tattoos along the large biceps. The designs of Chinese art and intricate patterns wove around his side to his back. Leo loved the skull and crossbones engulfed in flames on his left pectoral muscle.
“I’m thinking about getting some more ink done,” Day said. He had a Canterbury Cross over his left pec and a couple armbands on each arm… nothing major. Not like the beautiful art on the man that was splayed under him now.
“You hungry?” Leo asked between licks.
“No, if you mean for me to go out and get something. Yes, if you’re going out to get it,” God said.
“I mean I’ll fix you something to eat, lazy ass.” Day grabbed a large piece of God’s flesh in his teeth, satisfied with the grunt he got from the big man.
“That sounds even better.”
Day watched God’s eyes meet his own. Beautiful green eyes stared at him for several minutes before he saw God turn away and take a deep breath. Day rose and fell with the movement. “If you’re ready to talk, I’m ready to listen,” Day whispered and lightly kissed God over his heart.
“Yeah, I think I am ready. Can we talk after breakfast?”
“Okay. Do you have something to do today?” Day asked.
“No. I want to go back to the hotel and change,” God responded.
Day wondered if he should ask God about staying with him until he found another place. He didn’t want to freak God out, they’d just said they loved each other, but it didn’t mean they were ready to pick out china. He felt God’s thick fingers under his chin, pulling him back to face him.
“Just ask already.” God snorted a laugh.
Day rolled his eyes. Sometimes he forgot how perceptive they were with each other. Day could pick up most of God’s thoughts, just like the man could pick up his. “Fine.” Day grumbled. “Do you want to stay here with me? I’m not trying to clamp a ball and chain around your ankle or anything; I just thought economically it’d make more sense you know, not having to pay all that money for weeks when I’m right here with all this extra room. Then it'd be beneficial that you didn’t have to travel to pick me up for work. We could split the housework, too because I hate raking the leaves and you don’t seem to mind. Also, I thought—”
“Leo, shut the hell up.” God’s eyes were wide as he stared at him.
Day registered that he had rambled on; letting his nerves get the best of him while basically asking God to move in with him. The man was his partner but he was also so damned guarded.
“I could stay here with you until I find my own place.” God kissed him on the forehead and nudged him off him so he could sit up and swing his long legs over the side.
Day had to fight to contain his excitement. Now wasn't the time to show his super serious partner his happy dance. Day just watched God run his hands through his deep waves. Hell, Day even liked the way the covers pooled between his bare thighs, just covering his soft cock that still shone from his spit. Day climbed off the bed and stood in front of him. God wrapped his hands around Day’s naked waist and kissed the slick hair between his navel and groin.
“Go fix breakfast while I shower,” he commanded and popped Day's ass.
Day barely held in the hiss since his ass was still deliciously sore. He grabbed a pair of sweats out of the dresser, slipping them on as he headed down to the kitchen.
Day was pulling ingredients out of his refrigerator to make eggs Benedict—knowing how much God loved it—when his phone rang.
Day saw it was one of the detectives at the precinct and groaned quietly. There goes my lazy afternoon. He picked up after the third ring.
“This is Day.” He listened to one of the surveillance detectives inform him of some glitches they may have regarding plans for the raid. The man said there would be a mandatory strategy meeting at two at the station and hung up without allowing Day respond.
It was only eight. That gave him plenty enough time to have a good chat and still get God’s stuff to his house.
Day was just whipping the hollandaise sauce to pour over a perfectly poached egg when God wrapped him in his large arms. Day would never figure out how the hell the man could be so fucking stealthy at six foot fucking four.
“Smells good,” God said, while licking the side of Day’s two-day-old beard stubble.
“So do you,” Day responded. He kept at his task, trying to ignore the persistent wood now pushing against his ass. He scooped a generous amount of potatoes onto both their plates. God released him and went to sit at the breakfast bar.
“An ex-boyfriend taught you how to cook, right?” God said nonchalantly while opening the morning paper Day had snatched off the porch before coming into the kitchen.
Day rolled his eyes. “Why do you ask that every damn time I cook something?”
“I do not.” God harrumphed.
“Yes, you do,” Day argued. “Then you say, ‘Ummm, what was his name again?’ Then I say for the millionth time, ‘His name was Prescott Vaughan.’ And then you say, ‘Oh yeah, the miracle-worker chef.’ And I just shake my damn head.” Day couldn’t help but laugh at God trying to hide his gorgeous smile behind the metro section.
“He is a miracle worker. Wasn’t he like a great chef and then went blind, but somehow he magically built a huge culinary empire? I forget.” God peeked over the edge of the paper.
“It wasn’t a miracle, smart ass. He’s just talented.” Day looked over at God who was acting like he was no longer listening. “You know what else he can magically do? Those sexy boyfriends of his. He’s in a three-way committed relationship.” Day saw God peek back at him and then shrug.
“Uh-huh. They even let me join in once. Whew! Talk about fucking hawt.” Day hid his laugh by looking in the refrigerator for some ketchup. Next thing he knew he was being hoisted up by massive arms, spun around, and slammed into the refrigerator.
