Now, Can You Handle the Truth?

God watched Day, checking his reaction to his confession. Day was a master at hiding his responses; it was what made him such a great interrogator. He never let his first reaction show. But God didn’t want that, he wanted the truth. He needed to know how his man would feel about him after he’d laid it all out there.

“I need the real you, Leo. Not the disciplined detective,” God stated.

He watched Leo turn off the faucet and dry his hands, never saying a word. He poured them two more cups of coffee, carried them by the handles with one hand, and grasped God’s hand with the other.

God let Day lead them to his beautiful back porch overlooking a manmade lake. The screened-in porch was moderately furnished and equipped with a TV and mini-fridge. Day’s house was definitely a bachelor’s dream pad.

God sat down while Day adjusted the thermostat to knock off the chill. When Day sat beside him—their knees slightly touching—he looked into God’s eyes.

“What did he do to you?”

God didn’t know how he was going to be able to check his emotions. If he didn’t already know he was in love with Day, he sure as hell knew at that moment. Day didn’t ask why he had done it. He already knew there had to be a good reason, despite assumptions by many that God had a hostile temperament. Day knew the kind of man he really was… he was caring, warm, and able to love. If he took a life, it was in defense of himself or someone he loved.

God huffed and took a couple more breaths before he released his secret to his best friend. No one knew this story except him and the DA of Clayhatchee, Alabama.

“When I was young, my mom and I really didn’t have very much money. She was a single mom after the sperm donor she’d dated for about a month dumped her after she’d gotten pregnant with me. She did her best though. She worked at a local grocery store part-time, which was barely enough to pay the rent, much less keep us clothed and fed.

I was only ten when my mom got fired from her job for trying to steal some bologna to feed me. Her employer called the cops and even tried to press charges. Well, the cop that responded was a man named Jake Whittmen.” God rubbed his hand through his now mostly dry hair.

“One thing led to another after he took her home instead of taking her to jail. Next thing you know… I have a new father.” God huffed. He took a breather and watched Day take a sip of his coffee. His eyes were focused on the floor, but God knew the man was taking in even the minutest details of his story.

“Things were actually okay. He moved us into his small house in Clayhatchee, and it was better than where we’d been. It was obvious he never liked me, but my mom showered me with enough love so it was cool.” God shrugged. “After my mom got pregnant with Gen, he seemed happy to have his own son so he laid off me a bit, and I tried to be invisible when he was home. I hung around with friends, did my football thing, and worked little odds-and-ends jobs to give money to my mom. All hell broke loose one day when me and him were arguing about me turning eighteen soon and still living there. My mom stepped in when he started pushing me around; he pushed her and she slipped and fell, breaking her hip.” He gritted his teeth at the memories.

“While she recovered in the hospital, things turned from worse to flat-out unbearable. It didn’t matter what I did he was on me. Gen was seven and I was seventeen. I was crazy about my baby brother. Still am. He was always with me if my mom wasn’t home. I never left him home with dad.” God put his hands up in air quotes when saying the word dad. “I didn’t trust him with Gen, especially after the man had a few beers.

"Anyway, fast-forward a few months to me turning eighteen. He wanted me out. Trust me, I wanted to leave, but I had to protect them from him. I was big and he liked fighting with me… called it our own fight club, but really it was him taking out his frustrations on his own personal punching bag. He’d start a fight, usually when no one was home, then he’d tell my mom I was a troublemaker fighting at school and shit, or I was in a gang.

“He told me he’d take it out on my mom if I ever told the truth about my bruises. I didn’t know if he meant it or not, but I refused to risk it. I’d seen him push her and hurt her before. I was in my room sleeping after football practice when he came in from fishing with one of his buddies.”

God saw Day tense but he kept talking.

“He started letting his buddies have a go at me. It was getting harder to explain the bruises, and my mom started really pressing me for answers. I wanted to tell her so bad, but I wasn’t sure if she would leave him and he’d turn into an even bigger psycho, or if he’d follow through on his threats to punish her if I told the truth. So I told my mom I was in a gang.” God shuddered a breath. “She hated it. She and I grew further apart. When I tried to stop fighting with him and his friends, he said he would have a go at Genesis. I definitely wouldn’t risk that. Maybe he wouldn’t have abused his own kid, but I wasn’t going to chance it. He was so damn drunk all the time by then, and his buddies on the force covered for him so he never got in trouble. One time he brought a few friends to my room who wanted to do more than fight. They held me down while two of the guys raped me. My dad wasn’t in the room. He thought they were getting the best of me in a fight. After they were done they told my dad that I was a homo and I'd forced myself on them.”

Day’s head snapped up.

“Yeah, I know, that physically makes no fuckin’ sense, but he acted like he believed it… probably to ease his guilty conscience. He let me recover for a bit, but it wasn’t long before we were fighting again.” God took a long gulp of his coffee to wet his dry throat. He couldn’t believe how it felt to get this out, but it didn’t make the memories any less bitter.

“The day he brought back those guys that raped me I think I lost my mind. I screamed for him over and over as they had their way with me. They left me bloody and I felt half-dead. After a few hours I hauled myself up to get cleaned up and he was in the kitchen still in his uniform, fuckin’ eating a snack like nothing had happened. He started in on me. Calling me a faggot and telling me he wanted me out of his house immediately. He tried to fight me but I could hardly defend myself. He was beating the shit out of me when he pulled his service weapon.” God took another shaky breath.

“Leo, I don’t know for sure if he would’ve shot me. But after all the other shit he’d let happen, I fought for my life, I fought for my mom, I fought for Gen. I figured if I died, there’d be no one to keep him from hurting them. We wrestled around with the gun between us, and fell to the floor. The gun went off and I knew I was dead. We were both still for a long time until I realized that my pain wasn't from a gunshot wound. I pushed him off me and realized that he was dead, bleeding out from the bullet in his stomach. I managed to get up and I picked up the weapon off the floor. Of course, just like a damn movie, my mom and Gen walked in while I was standing over a dead body holding a weapon. My mom started screaming, Gen started wailing. I tried to explain, but she was afraid of me, telling me to stay away from them. I dropped the gun and ran.

“I slept in the park that night, the pain so fucking intense I wished for death. I ended up turning myself in. The police officers were not so gentle with me after I killed one of their own, but one officer believed me. He brought the DA to me and they got me to a hospital. There was clear evidence of long-term violence and gang rape. They didn’t prosecute me, I was never charged, it was deemed a justifiable homicide. All the medical records and legal documents were sealed for my protection.

“When I got out of the hospital… I didn’t have a family anymore. My mom let me grab a few things, but said she never wanted to see me again, that the gang I was in that told me to kill my father could be my family. She wouldn’t let me anywhere near Gen either. I went to a homeless shelter and a couple of nuns helped me to set up residence to finish school.” God finally looked at Day, he wasn’t crying but his eyes were glistening and God realized that his eyes burned with unshed tears too.

“I made it through school and did one tour in the military before I joined the police academy. Since then, I’ve taken care of her and Gen from a distance. They don’t know it’s me that got them their house and pays for everything they need.” God saw Day put it together immediately.

“That’s why you don’t have any money. Because you give it all to them,” Day stated.

God nodded his head.

“Things may be different now.”

God nodded his head again. “I went over there to fix the sink the other week. They came home early and saw me there after not seeing me in years. Let’s just say, Gen was nicer the day he came to my place than when he caught me in their house.”

“Your house,” Day amended.

“No, Leonidis. It’s their house. I'll take care of them until I can’t anymore.” God looked seriously at his lover, telling him it wasn’t up for debate.

“Fuck, babe. Why didn’t you tell me this before?” Day was up and pacing, his mind going a mile a minute.

“It’s not exactly something you want to talk about while eating burgers and playing pool, Leo.” God sighed like the story had drained him of energy. He closed his eyes for a couple seconds but when he opened them again Leo was on his knees in front of him.

“I want you to know that I appreciate you trusting me with this, and understand that it doesn’t change a goddamn thing between us. But it kills me that you would rather your mom hate you for the rest of her life than tell her the truth.” Leo ran his strong hands up and down God’s thighs.

God put his large palm on that gorgeous face and placed his forehead gently against Leo’s. “Thank you, sweetheart, but I’m okay with this. This is the hand life dealt me. But now I have you, right.” God said it more as a statement of fact.

“Yes. You have me for as long as you want me.” Day held him back.

God inched forward on the couch and pulled his lover to him. He kissed Day with all the passion and love he could. They rubbed and nipped at each other for several minutes before God pulled back.

“I know you better than you think, Leonidis, and under no circumstances are you allowed to try to fix this. I think you may be right. I think it may be time to tell them the truth, but in my own time, okay?” God licked Day’s parted lips.

“Okay,” Day whispered.

“Also”— God hugged Leo to him, rubbing his palms over the strong muscles in his partner’s back— “thank you for taking such good care of me when I was sick. I may have been pretty out of it, but I remember a lot of it too. I think I knew then that you were the one, the only one that would be there for me and have been for the past four years. I love you, Leo.”

Day kissed him back and God pulled Leo into his lap, letting those strong legs straddle him. They’d had enough true confession time. God was feeling raw, exposed, and he needed his man now.

God gripped Day’s ass, the cheeks soft flesh over hard muscles. He ground Day down against his hard cock while sucking Day’s tongue into his mouth. “I need you so fucking bad right now, sweetheart.” He breathed harshly.

“Take what you need you, baby,” Day answered with a hard thrust of his hips.

“Mmm. Fuck.” God dug inside the back of Day’s sweats and kneaded the flesh before he let a couple fingers graze that tight hole. He felt Day jump at the touch. “You sore?” God nuzzled Day’s neck.

“Not too sore for you. Need you inside me, babe.” Day licked God’s neck. “Uhh. You smell so fuckin’ good.”

God pulled one hand from inside Day’s pants and brought his fingers to his lover’s swollen lips.

“Open,” he growled. God pushed his fingers inside and watched Day suck his two fingers into his mouth and swirl his silky tongue around them. God leaked precome in his pants while his hips pumped reflexively.

He pulled his fingers out and reached back around to Day’s ass. He tapped against the quivering bud a couple times before pushing in one finger. Day’s body went rigid for a split second before he relaxed and whispered for God to keep going.

God made quick work of getting his man ready. Day was writhing on his three fingers, moaning and whispering God’s name again and again.

“Need a condom,” God said breathlessly.

Day leaned over and pulled condoms and lube out of the coffee table drawer. God stared at him for a couple seconds before taking the condom and slick. “We’re going to talk about this later.”

Did Day really have condoms and lube stashed all over his house?

Day tried unsuccessfully to hide his smirk. God rolled the condom onto his aching cock and applied a generous amount of lube. Day got up and turned around, putting his back to God’s broad chest. God let Day position his cock at his entrance and ease down onto him at his own pace.

God gritted his teeth at the perfect view of his cock being swallowed by this sexy man.

“Oh my fucking god. Leo, fuck,” God groaned through gritted teeth.

Leo’s back muscles rippled as he sat fully on his lap and he felt him breathe deeply while leaning back to kiss God on his lips. God gripped Day’s hips and moved him back and forth on his cock.

The back of Day’s head rested on his shoulder and God buried his face in the soft blond hair. “You feel so fucking good.”

God let his partner set the pace. Day rocked his hips back and forth, keeping God’s cock buried fully inside him. God spread his legs wider and inched down further on the couch. He gripped Day’s chin and turned his face, kissing him again. It was sloppy, wet, and erotic. They moaned into each other’s mouths and Day began to move faster, his breath panting with each gyration of those talented hips.

“Mmmm. Fuck yeah. Ride my cock.”

Day brought both his arms up and wrapped them behind God’s head. God rubbed Day’s lithe chest and twisted the shiny black barbells in the erect nipples, wrenching a sexy moan from his man. God began to thrust up into that tight, perfect heat. Day’s tight ass brought on his orgasm faster than he wanted.

“So perfect.” Day gasped. “Right there, Cash, right fuckin’ there. Gonna make me come. Touch me.”

God thrust harder and stroked Day’s rigid length in time with his thrusts. Day’s cock was like a steel rod wrapped with satin. Day grabbed God’s hand off his cock and licked the calloused palm from wrist to fingertips before guiding it back to his dick.

Holy fuck that was hot. God jerked Day a few times with his slick hand before he went completely still on top of him and ground the back of his head into the juncture of God’s neck.

“Fuck, I’m coming!” Day yelled.

God felt the hot come run down his hand. Day’s ass rippled and seized around his hard dick. God’s eyes were half-lidded, his orgasm rocketing to the surface so fast he felt light-headed.

“Make me come, gorgeous,” he moaned.

Day brought both knees up and placed his feet flat on the couch and rose almost completely off God’s length before slamming back down again.

“Oh fuck!” God yelled, slamming his head back against the couch.

Day continued that move until God barely understood what the hell he was saying. He was probably promising Day a kidney if he’d just continue doing that on his cock. God tried to hold off coming, but couldn’t any longer. He grabbed Day’s hip and yanked the man down onto him while he pumped his hot jizz into the condom, wishing that the thin latex barrier wasn’t there and he was heating his lover’s ass with his come.

“Leo, dammit. So hot.”

God rested his sweaty forehead against Day’s shoulder while he labored to catch his breath. They lay there a couple more minutes before Day moved to settle beside him. He turned and kissed Day on his mouth, gently sucking his supple bottom lip into his mouth.

“Love you,” he moaned while still sucking.

“Mmm. Love you too.” Day smiled.

“What’s so funny?” God asked while pulling off the condom, tying it, and dropping it in the wastebasket. He pulled Day close to him and buried his nose in his soft hair again.

“Everyone thinks you’re this hard, evil, tough, sonofabitch that no one can get close to. And I have you snuggled up next to me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear,” Day teased.

“Oh yeah,” God said in his gruff voice. “Well I don’t give a fuck what others think.” God kissed Day again. “Only you.”

Day kissed God back and began to stroke his already rising dick when God turned up the heat. He put his hand over top of Day’s and stroked with him.

“You better stop. We still have to run some errands today.” God licked Day’s shoulder, tasting his sweat.

“I know. Oh yeah, and we have to go in for a meeting,” Day said matter-of-factly.

God stopped stroking. “Nice you tell me now. What time is the meeting? You better not be fucking me while we’re missing a meeting.” God pinched Day’s ass.

Day yelped and got up off the couch. “No, of course not. While it may be worth it, I wouldn’t do that. The meeting’s not until two. So we got time to go get your stuff and bring it back here,” Day said while pulling up his sweats.

“All right, then let’s shower and get going.” God smiled at Day.

“I love that smile of yours that's reserved only for me.” Day paused and brought his hands up to God’s large chest.

“You’re the only one that cared enough to make me smile. Now stop trying to start something we don’t have time to finish.” God grasped both of Day’s hands and kissed them before spinning Day around and directing him back up the stairs.