A Surprise Visitor

“Surveillance went great last night. That bastard is going down. Ronowski should have the warrant by morning and we’ll be kicking down that asshole’s door by noon,” God said around a mouthful of Day’s lasagna.

“Yep. Looking forward to it,” Day said back.

“So are you going to tell me why Ronowski pulled you into the break room when we got back today?” God asked watching Day closely.

Day shook his head at him, smiling wickedly. “It was about sex.”

“No fucking way. He came to you about sex?” God said, not hiding his shock.

“Who else is he going to ask… his priest?” Day said and quickly dodged the piece of garlic bread God threw at his head.

“Do I want to know?” God said.

“It wasn’t too bad. He wanted to know the best way to pleasure Johnson.” Day laughed when God scrunched up his face and made a gagging sound.

“There intimacy has been pretty one-sided from what I could understand. Ro was still pretty shy about telling me stuff, so I was mostly guessing.” Day wiped his mouth with his napkin before continuing. “Being the stud that I am… I gave the kid a few pointers.”

“Stud, huh?” God smiled.

“Yeah. I don’t mind taking the little tyke under my homosexual wing and showing him how to fly.” Day grinned.

“You’re twisted. And isn’t Ro like the same age as you?” God said.

Day blew an exasperated breath. “Regardless of age, Cash. I have more experience. Way more. Way, way, way more experience with fucking men than anyone I—”

“I fucking got it, Leo.” God scowled at him.

Day laughed hysterically. “I told him all about how I make you scream my name every night.” Day chuckled and bolted up from his chair, and God took off after him. Day ran back into the kitchen, jumping and gliding across the kitchen island on his hip and racing into the den. God was hot on his heels.

“I’ll catch you, you quick little bastard. And when I do, I’m going to show you just how loud I can make you scream,” God said in his sexy rough-hewn voice.

“Oh fuck.”

Day was laughing so hard he could just keep ahead of God’s grip. He dodged him in the living room, leaping over the coffee table, heading fast toward the stairs when he was caught around his waist with a strong arm and dragged back down the two steps he’d cleared.

God tore at Day’s basketball shorts, practically ripping them in the process of taking them off. Day didn’t have time to do anything before God’s mouth wrapped his cock in hot moist silk.

“Oh fuck,” Day groaned.

God was just dipping down and licking Day’s balls when someone rang the doorbell. Day dropped his head back making a hard thunk sound on the stairs when God released his sac and released the hold on his throat. Day loved when God overpowered him, it gave him such an awesome high.

“Are you expecting someone?” God stood up and buttoned his jeans.

“Fuck no.” Day looked at his watch. There was no way Jaxson or anyone in his family would make an impromptu visit at almost eight at night.

Day tried unsuccessfully to push his cock down as he made his way to the front door.

“This better be Ed McMahon with a big fucking check or else someone is getting hurt,” Day said by way of greeting as he jerked the door open. He heard his lover laughing behind him, but turned very serious when they saw who their pop-up visitor was.

God quickly stepped around Day.

“Genesis. What are you doing here? Are you okay?” God said hurriedly.

His brother was standing there with a medium-sized box in his hands staring back at him. God saw immediately that there was no hate in his brother’s eyes as he looked at him… only…

Sadness. Oh no. “Is mom hurt?” God said quickly.

Genesis shook his head no. God was getting a little nervous about Genesis’s arrival. He felt Day place a protective hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t like this, Cash. He tried to hurt you before,” Day said from beside him.

Before God could respond, Genesis finally spoke up.

“I’m not here to cause any problems.”

“How’d you know where I lived?” God asked.

“I followed y’all home from your job,” Genesis admitted.

“You did what?” Day barked.

God placed his hand on Day’s chest and moved him back some. He turned to face his lover.

“Let me speak to him please. He said he’s not here for trouble. Why don’t you go for a ride and let me and him—”

“I’m not leaving you,” Day argued back.

“Shhh. Okay. I’m sorry. This is your house, I shouldn’t have sugges—”

“See! I’m not liking this already. This is your house too and you know it!” Day scowled at God.

“I can leave. I didn’t mean to upset anyone.” Genesis turned to walk away.

“No! Gen, wait!” God called out.

He blew a tiresome breath. “Day, please just give us a little privacy,” God pleaded with his eyes.

“Okay. I’ll be right in the kitchen,” Day said and turned to Genesis, raising his voice. “Only a few feet away.”

Genesis’s head snapped back at Day’s tone making God sigh and roll his eyes at his lover. Day turned and walked away as slowly as he could.

“Genesis, do you want to come in or do you want to talk standing out here on the porch?” God asked him.

“Umm. Yeah, I’ll come in.”

God stepped back and let Genesis come inside. He closed and locked the door behind him. God led the way into the den and Genesis sat in the chair opposite the long sofa with God on the extended ottoman facing him.

God took in Genesis from head to toe. Damn, his brother had grown to look just like him; tall, brawny, bright green eyes with long, light-colored eyelashes. His hair was in a buzz cut and his sideburns were connected to his goatee. He had on a plain green-and-white-striped collared shirt that stretched over his broad chest and faded blue jeans. His low-top Converse were green and looked like they had a lot of miles on them.

“Your boyfriend is pretty scary,” Genesis said.

God snorted and looked toward the other room. “He’s all bark and no bite.” God snapped his head back around at his brother. “Wait. How do you know he’s my boyfriend?”

Genesis gave him a look that said, “Really?” and God shook his head.

“It doesn’t bother you?” God said quietly, his rough voice already laced with emotion from having his little brother in front of him and not trying to kill him.

Genesis shrugged. “Why would it bother me? I’m gay too… well, bisexual I guess. I had a boyfriend for a while, but now I’m dating a girl. She’s a cheerleader at my school. She’s pretty cool.”

God nearly had to pick his lip up from the floor. He’s bisexual. How the hell did I miss that? Where the hell was all this coming from and why the hell was Genesis having such an easy conversation with him like they were best friends?

“Genesis, I have to say.” God shook his head to clear it before speaking again. “I have no clue what the hell is going on. Why are you telling me this stuff?”

“Because I know,” Genesis replied.

They sat staring at each other for a few long minutes. Suddenly, his brother’s eyes welled with tears and his body began to shake.

“Whoa. You know what, Gen?” God frowned still at a complete lost.

“I fucking know, Cashel!” Genesis yelled surging out of his seat to stand over God.

Day ran into the den and God stood quickly holding his hand out to stop his partner. God had a feeling he knew what Genesis was talking about now.

“Genesis,” God said slowly.

“The sick fuck recorded it.” Genesis bent and picked up the box and shoved it at God’s chest. “Mom and I saw it all. She found this box buried in the attic. We must have just put it up there without opening it when we moved here. It shows it all!” Genesis’s tears were falling freely as he yelled. “The fights, the beatings, the threats.” Genesis dropped to his knees as if he was in agony. He cried so hard his body jerked with the sobs. “Oh my god, oh my god,” he groaned. Cash shoved the box of old VHS tapes to Day and dropped down to embrace his brother, and Genesis clung to him for dear life.

“The rapes… we saw the rapes, Cash. All those men. Police officers.” Genesis cried.

Jesus. No.

“Shhh, it’s okay, Gen.”

“No it’s not okay.” He sobbed against God’s chest like a child. “You let us push you away, you let us hate you. Why the hell didn’t you tell us, Cashel? We could’ve been a family. I loved you, man. You were everything to me, more than my dad ever was. Then all of a sudden, mom was calling you a killer and then I did too. You should have told us. I hate you for that.”

“I know, Gen. Goddammit, I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to tell mom the man she’d loved was psycho. I didn’t think she’d believe me. I had no proof. More than that, I did what I thought I had to do to protect you.” God released his brother when he felt Gen pull back. He looked into eyes so much like his own. “But believe when I tell you that I never left y’all. I’ve been watching you the entire time. I moved you guys here shortly after I did and I made sure you were safe and taken care of. I would never have left you and mom, Gen. I just loved you from a distance.”

God let his brother have his moment. He cried silently into his hands. He knew how Genesis felt, he’d shed so many tears that he'd thought he had no more.

God helped him back on the ottoman and then paced the room. Day was sitting on the sofa sifting through the contents of the box. Did God want to watch them?

Fuck no. He’d lived it.

He’d burn them. There was no need for them now. His family had the proof and now it could all be over.

God stopped walking the length of the room and faced his brother. “Where is mom? How is she?”

He saw Genesis wince at his question as a fresh wave of tears flowed. He knew his brother was thinking of the response he’d give God anytime he’d ask about his mother.

God put his hand on Genesis shoulder. “Hey. Stop beating yourself up for how you treated me. You didn’t know. It’s in the past and that’s where I want to leave it.”

Genesis looked into God’s eyes and answered him. “Our mother is having a hard time just like me. She hates herself for not giving you a chance to explain all those years ago. We’ve gone over and over it in our heads thinking there should've been signs. We’ve been in agony these past four days.”

“Y’all found these four days ago,” Day voiced in shock.

“Yes and I’ve been looking for you ever since. It took me a while to figure out what precinct you worked at. I remember him”—Genesis pointed at Day—“saying he was your partner on the force. So I went to the ones closest to where you used to live after I saw you’d moved.”

God came over and knelt in front of his brother. “I know we’ve lost a lot of time, but we can let the past rest and look forward. You're about to turn seventeen.” God gave Genesis a slight smile. “This is going to be exciting times for you. I’d like to be there, if you’ll let me. There will be no more blaming, no regrets, and no what ifs. What’s done is done. I’m all about my future now. My future with the man I love… and now… my future with my brother and my mother. How does that sound to you?”

Genesis wiped his nose on the sleeve of his shirt and nodded his okay. God was startled when Genesis jumped up and threw his arms around God’s middle and held him as tight as he could. God squeezed his eyes shut at the burning in them and hugged his brother back. He hadn't seen this day coming, at least not for a very, very long time. After all the turmoil and heartache he’d endured for so long God was finally receiving some goodness in his life.

God and Genesis talked until almost midnight. Not about the past, but about the present and future. Day had gone up a couple of hours before, but God knew he wasn’t asleep. When Genesis had called his mom during their talk and told her he was all right and Cashel was talking with him, God could hear her sobs over the phone. It took a lot for him to contain his feelings. He wanted to hug his mom so bad. It’d been almost seven years. Soon he’d be able to. Genesis had told his mom that God would be over this weekend for a visit.

When it was time for Genesis to go home, God had refused to let him take the bus. God called him a cab and waited on the curb with him. He hugged his brother tightly one more time before paying the driver and settling him inside.

God watched until the cab turned the corner before he went inside and locked up. Day was in bed watching TV when God went to the bedroom.

His lover sat up quickly at the sight of him. “You okay?”

The concern on his lover’s face touched him deeply. God leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Day’s forehead.

“Yeah, sweetheart, I’m good. Just tired. I’m going to wash up real quick, okay.”

Day nodded his head and God closed himself in the bathroom.