Oh. My. God.

Day was excited, nervous, scared, terrified even, that he was about to have Detective Cashel Godfrey laid out, stark naked in his bed and ready for the taking. He’d pictured it a million times in the last four years. He’d had a sneaking suspicion that God was bi-curious if nothing else. Day noticed things, and he’d noticed God occasionally looking at men with more than just a passing glance. He just hadn't known if God would want to start something with him, but obviously he did and had for a while. Because God said he loved him… loved him.

Day was terrified because if this didn’t work, where would that leave them as partners? Granted they had never been overdramatic, emotional bitches always ending a friendship if a romantic relationship didn’t work, but how could he work with God every day if the man broke his heart? Well, if it doesn’t work, we’ll have to be sure to be mature and not split on bad terms. Day wasn’t fooling anyone. What were the chances of a breakup ending on good terms? Slim to none.

Day used the garage opener and coasted his bike inside. He’d done almost one hundred miles per hour on the mostly empty interstate. He didn’t worry about getting pulled over… they’d never ticket him. He was sure God would be right behind him, so he deactivated the alarm, unlocked the front door, and shot upstairs to jump in the shower. He’d be damned if he was going to be with God for the first time with another man’s scent all over him.

Day stripped quickly and let his clothes fall wherever. He left the bathroom door open and started the shower. He dumped a quick cap of mouthwash in his mouth, swishing it around before spitting it into toilet. He stepped into the steaming shower and lathered up quickly, not wanting to waste another second of the night, because every second was a second he could have God’s hands on him. He had his head ducked under the high-pressure showerhead when he heard God’s gruff voice.

“Hurry up.”

Day smiled when his cock jumped at God’s sexy demand. He hurriedly rinsed off and turned off the water. He stepped out of the stall and began to wrap the large towel around his waist.

“Leave it off,” God ordered from the now very dark bedroom. There was only a sliver of light filtering in from the hall, and it cast God in an eerie glow as he leaned against the door watching Day’s every move.

Day wasn’t shy about nakedness, but the raw sound of God’s tone made him shiver as he tossed the towel away. Day stepped onto the beige plush carpet in his bedroom and stood a few feet from God. He slowly brought his hand to his now straining cock. He began at the base and gave it a torturously slow pull until he reached the blushing head, liking the clear pearly bead that formed at the tip, before sliding back down again.

God stalked toward him, grabbed Day’s hand from his dick, and yanked him against his chest. “Mine,” he whispered against his temple.

“Fuck,” Day moaned. His cock was hard and leaking. He needed to touch it or Cash to touch it, just fucking something, before he went insane.

Day looked up into God’s eyes and gasped at the feral lust he saw in the green orbs. “Cash,” he whispered.

God held Day’s wrist clutched to his chest with one hand, and used the other hand to swipe some of the clear precome that was leaking between them. Day watched the movement with half-lidded eyes as God’s calloused thumb grazed tenderly over his cock head, making Day hiss at that tiny jolt of pleasure.

“Look at me,” God ordered.

Day raised his head slowly and let God paint his lips with his own fluid. His mouth parted with his ragged breaths while watching God stare at his shiny lips before dipping down and capturing his mouth. God moaned so damn deep it vibrated Day’s entire body. God lapped at his mouth and didn’t stop until every single trace of his essence was gone. The jeans God still wore were coarse against his tender, wet flesh and he wanted God naked and now.

“Please,” Day whispered.

God gripped the back of his neck and bit a trail to his ear. “Get on the bed,” he commanded.

Oh my fucking God. Day had to keep himself from sprinting to the bed and jumping on it like a kid. Instead he walked slowly to the four-poster, California king-size bed and pulled back the black and silver plush comforter.

Day topped the twinks he’d brought home or to some seedy hotel for a quick fuck, but Day loved being dominated. He wouldn’t say he was a full on submissive, but he craved a big, hulking man that wasn’t afraid to take control and overpower his body.

Day tracked God as he stalked around his bedroom. The room was large, taking up most of the upper floor after he’d had one of the walls removed to connect both bedrooms. One side was a sitting area with a large flat-screen television, a dual reclining micro suede sofa, and his record player. In front of a bay window there was a moderately sized desk with a spotlight lamp attached to it where he built his model cars. The finished ones were in a large china cabinet downstairs in his den.

Day lay back and watched God remove his holster that held a very large and manly weapon. Day was a slut for beautiful weapons and God definitely had one. It was a Desert Eagle .50 AE with an interchangeable .44 Magnum barrel and black Micarta grip, and it was a force to be reckoned with. Day had jerked off more than once to thoughts of God holding or firing his weapon. Not just any man could wield a weapon like that. Day didn’t care if that made him a nut with a seriously kinky fetish… to each his own.

God pulled off his shirt, his large chest muscles now on full display, and at some point he must have removed the wrapping Jax put on his ribs. The sparse patch of hair in the middle of his pecs made a silky, narrow trail down his ripped abdomen and disappeared into his jeans. Day made a mental note to lick his way down that treasure trail as soon as possible. God slowly undid his jeans and slid them down his thighs, never taking his eyes off Day. When did he become a fucking tease? Removing his jeans and boots at once, God stood before him naked as the day he was born.

Day’s mouth watered at the fully erect eight inches of cut cock pointing toward him, just begging to be licked, sucked, and fucked; Day was just the man for the job. Day couldn’t stop his huff of annoyance when God turned to walk into the other side of his bedroom, the sound causing him to pause and turn to look at him.

“Are we getting a little impatient, sweetheart?” God lifted one side of his mouth as he spoke.

Day groaned, but shook his head no. He didn’t know what kind of torture God would put him thorough if he didn’t behave. God’s ass was just as muscular as the rest of him. Give me strength.

“Good. Because I don’t like being rushed,” he said nonchalantly and continued to Day’s prized record player. In memory of his father, Day probably had one of the greatest jazz collections known to man and they were all vinyl, many of which he acquired at auctions. He was missing only one very special album he’d yet to find for sale.

He watched God flip through a few records before pulling one. He slid the vinyl out as carefully as Day would before placing it on the turntable. Soon Day’s room was filled with the soft sounds of George Howard’s Midnight Moods. It was a smooth, sexy jazz album; definitely one for making love to.

Day’s heart clenched. God didn’t want to just fuck him; he wanted to make love to him. Damn, it’d felt like ages since Day had done that. Not since college if he were being honest with himself. He’d loved his college sweetheart, but they’d never actually got to the lovemaking part, since his college sweetheart was straight. But now he’d have the chance. Day reclined, letting the soft soprano sounds of the saxophone add to his euphoria.

He opened his eyes when he felt the bed dip from God’s weight. God positioned himself on top of him and pulled the covers up over them, stopping at their waist. Jesus Christ… and under the covers too. Day’s breathing picked up quickly as he stared into his best friend’s face. They stayed like that for several long seconds, communicating silently. This was it. This was where there relationship changed from friends and partners to lovers. Were they ready for this? Is this what they truly wanted it to be from now on?

Yes, they thought in unison.

“Kiss me, Cashel,” Day whispered.

God lowered himself fully on top of him and damn if all that muscle didn’t feel blissfully heavy. God’s kisses were so tender and soft that Day was swooning after only a minute. He never would’ve imagined rough and tough, bad-assed God could be so gentle. Their lips grazed back and forth over each other’s, nipping lightly.

“Open,” God moaned.

Day opened his mouth and his legs nice and wide to accommodate his lover. They kissed and rocked together, neither one seeming to want to rush things. God grabbed one of Day’s thighs and pulled it up to his waist, wrapping it around his back, then did the same with the other. God was so large Day could only just hook his ankles together. God’s elbows were braced on either side of his head. When he pulled back from their long make out session, that heat was shining in God’s eyes again.

“Top drawer,” Day said. God was thrusting that hard cock against him over and over, and he wanted to be filled with it more than anything in the world. God reached over and pulled open the drawer, feeling blindly for the lube and condoms. God reared up and pulled out the almost-empty box of condoms.

God growled and lifted Day completely off the bed, his legs still hooked together around God’s waist. Day’s eyes flew open as he held on to God’s shoulders. God stared into his eyes, his teeth bared, and the muscles in his neck bulging in anger.

“You know I’m not a virgin,” Day answered God’s fury. “If you want me, you have me. Now stop acting like a bastard and take me.”

God slammed him back down to the mattress and snatched the lube off the bed. He slicked three fingers and Day clenched thinking God might try to shove them all in him at once.

God lay back on top of him and moved Day’s left thigh out to the side. “I’d never do that,” he told him before slowly circling one thick finger around his tight ring.

“I know,” Day whispered. “I just haven’t bottomed in so long.”

At the admission God licked Day’s lips again and moved slowly down his body, licking and sucking in all the right places. He pinched one of Day’s nipples between his teeth, flicking the black barbell pierced through it before licking the stinging sensation away. He did it a couple more times and moved over to the other nipple, giving it that same painful and tender treatment. Day’s body jerked and spasmed with every move.

“I love these fucking piercings… so damn sexy,” God murmured against the perky bud.

“More,” Day begged. “I need so much more.”

“I got you, sweetheart,” God mouthed against Day’s flat stomach. God’s hot tongue wound its way through the ridges and valleys of Day’s abs. His legs trembled with need and his cock jerked angrily at the lack of attention. God’s breath ghosted over his cock and Day fought not to grab God’s hair and force his mouth where he wanted it. When his control was about to snap, God engulfed his entire cock down to the base and Day’s back bowed off the mattress.

“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.