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.

God’s eyes were electric. He held Day firmly against the cool appliance with his bulk and drove his thigh against Day’s cock. “You fucked three men at the same time?” God snarled and bit Day’s chin.

Day let out a startled grunt at the quick stab of pain, but it was quickly followed by a moan at the pleasure God's thigh grinding into his erection gave him.

“You thought they were hot, huh?” God thrust harder and grabbed a handful of Day’s sensitive balls and squeezed.

“Ugh! You motherfucker,” Day hissed. “No, Cash, fuck! I never fucked them. Hell, I’ve never even fucked Prescott. Jesus. Now put me down,” Day yelled.

God stepped back and Day dropped none-to-gently down to the checkered linoleum floor. Day saw God smirk at him before sitting back down. He picked up the paper like nothing had happened. Fucking bastard. Day couldn’t believe how insane God drove him. All that fucking brawn and strength was a crazy turn on for him.

Day plopped the plate down in front of his man, throwing him another eye roll before pouring fresh coffee. God had a regular sized mug while Day had a mug that resembled a soup bowl.

With all the condiments on the breakfast bar and their plates overflowing, they both began to eat as if they hadn’t eaten in days.

“I have a question, Leo.”

“Shoot.”

“You dropped everything and went to see Prescott Vaughan a few months back when you said he sounded depressed.”

“Yeah, and?” Day said around a mouth full of potatoes.

“Yeah, and, did you fuck him?” God asked, starring straight at him now.

Day swallowed his food, took a large gulp of his sweet coffee, and wiped his mouth before answering. “Didn’t I just say I’ve never fucked him? Never means never.”

God nodded his head like he understood. Day picked up their practically clean plates and put them in the sink. He was running some fresh dishwater when he heard God’s gravelly voice.

“I killed my stepfather, Leo.”