Going Stir Crazy

Day woke up to the sun shining in his eyes; he turned to his back, and had to bite his fist to keep from yelling from the pain radiating through his ass.

Fuck, shit, damn, hell!

There just wasn’t a curse word invented yet to describe how Day’s ass was feeling at that very moment. You better hope you got it all out of your system, Cash, ’cause I’ll be damned if you’re getting a repeat tonight.

Day admitted to himself that although the first few seconds after God entered him were damn near torture, it did turn into some powerfully good sex that had him coming so hard he’d seen stars, and he’d never even touched his dick. It was just after eight in the morning and he knew God wasn’t in the bed with him because there was no body heat coming from his side of the bed.

Day propped his elbow up, positioned himself carefully on his side; and grabbed the remote off the nightstand. As soon as he turned on the fifty-inch flat screen mounted on the wall, it flashed a special report about yesterday's drug raid and Day quickly flicked to another station… same thing.

What channel is Food Network? Shit.

Day quickly scanned the guide and selected a channel he knew wouldn’t be reporting news of a drug kingpin being killed. He’d been there… lived it. He didn’t need to watch it on television.

Day groaned at the reality cooking show that was on, but left it on anyway. He was just dozing back off when God came through the door carrying a tray. He wore a sexy smile on his face and no shirt… just muscles and tattoos on full display. Day couldn’t believe his hole was actually clenching.

Glutton for punishment.

Day could see the newspaper hanging off one side of the tray, and a tall glass of grapefruit juice.

“I thought you might be a little, umm… sore. So I made you breakfast,” God said proudly.

When God lowered the tray to the bed Day immediately had to halt his first reaction—which was to burst out laughing. Accompanying the newspaper and glass of juice was a small mug of coffee that was too dark for Day’s liking, two pieces of burned toast with too much un-melted butter on them so the toast must be cold, and a big bowl of Cap’n Crunch cereal with a spoon large enough to stir spaghetti sauce.

God handed Day the coffee first. “Here. I know this is what you want first.” God chuckled.

Day winked at him and took the mug. Day took a decent sip and cringed internally at the bitter, cold coffee. When Day looked closer into the mug, he could see quite a few coffee grounds floating around.

He looked up, gave his lover a genuine smile, and said, “Thank you, babe. It’s perfect.”

God looked so pleased with himself that Day vowed he was going to eat and drink every single thing on the tray. He picked up the toast, took a bite, and quickly chased it with some grapefruit juice. God climbed in bed from the other side and spooned him from the back, kissing him across his neck and shoulders.

“Are you feeling okay? Did I hurt you?” God asked in a low voice.

Day swallowed the mouth full of half-soggy cereal, almost gagging at the texture before answering God in a relaxed tone.

“No. You didn’t hurt me at all. I’m a little tender, but it will go away soon.”

“You’re lying.” God kissed his cheek. “I’m going to run you a bath in that swimming pool you’ve got in your bathroom.”

“Only if you join me.”

God kissed him again and went into the bathroom.

Day ate his food faster than humanly possible and scarfed down the horrific coffee in an effort to taste it as little as possible. He said a silent prayer that he didn’t get indigestion and placed the tray on the floor.

He got out of bed and winced with each step he took into the spacious bathroom. God had the lights off and a couple candles lit on the outer rim of the Jacuzzi tub. He was already soaking, waiting for Day. Day licked his lips at the beads of water running down God’s chest.

God lifted one corner of his mouth at him and that was invitation enough.

Day was already naked so he climbed inside the tub and settled between God’s firm thighs.

“Jets or no?” God asked.

“No. This is relaxing just like this.” Day leaned back, dropped his head on God’s shoulder, and let the hot water soothe his soreness away.

“Oh shit.” Day could feel God’s growing erection poking him in his back.

“Relax, sweetheart, I’m not trying to do anything, but my dick has a mind of its own. You’re just so fucking sexy.” God kissed and licked Day’s ear.

They were quiet for a long time and Day felt like he could fall asleep again until God’s rough voice broke through his haze.

“You want to talk about it?”

Day took a deep breath and thought carefully about his answer. God massaged his shoulders with his strong hands and Day almost said he didn’t want to talk; he just wanted keep being massaged. But there was something really important he needed to say.

“Cash. Thank you for yesterday.” Day spun around in God’s arms and faced him. “I’ve never been that scared in my life. At first I felt that if I died it would be okay, because I died while I was in love and the last thing I saw was your eyes. But when you said what you said.” Day placed his palm over God’s heart, felt the rapid beat there, and closed his eyes. “You said you’d have no soul, no conscience, and you’d take your revenge. That’s when I got scared.”

God cast his eyes down.

“You have to promise me. If anything ever happens to me that you’d go on. That’s the only way I’d die in peace. You’d live for me. That you’d mourn me and then go on and love again. You’ve come so far in your life. The things you’ve endured made you strong. Some men have gone through less and it drove them to do unthinkable things because they couldn’t handle what life dealt them. But you lived through it and now you’re a highly respected detective.” Day gripped God’s chin and lifted his head. He kissed him passionately. “And you’re the man I love.”

Day didn’t need God to answer him in words, his eyes and his kiss said it all. He told Day that he’d live for him.

God cared for his body; washed, massaged, caressed, and kissed him until Day was completely pliant and ready to lie back down.

Nothing else would need to be said about what happened in that hangar. They were partners and now they had an understanding. God told him that the file he’d gotten from the captain the other day was his medical proxy. He’d made Day his official. Day would have the authority to make any and all decisions regarding his medical care if he was ever injured on the job… or in life. God trusted him with his life and Day trusted him too. Enough said.

After a long nap they woke midafternoon with no idea what to do with themselves. They had two mandatory weeks off. God wasn’t pleased with that at all, especially since their five-year anniversary as partners was coming up soon. That was a big deal for cops. Partners came and went all the time, but God and Day had been rock solid from the beginning. Five years with the same partner was a huge milestone celebrated throughout the department.

Day rolled his eyes and asked God to relax when the big man kept getting up and pacing around the house. God said he didn’t want to lose momentum at work. Although they’d got the kingpin there were always more. The war on drugs was never ending.

Day had grabbed him and thrown him down on the floor in the den and sucked him off after God threw the remote control across the room and screamed that reality television was the stupidest shit anyone ever thought of. After the blowjob, Day took the remote and found a good action flick.

When it was over God rose and stretched his long body. “I’ll fix us some lunch,” he said and headed toward the kitchen.

Day’s eyes widened and he shot up from his relaxed position, chasing after God. He barreled past him.

“No. I’ll fix us lunch!” he practically yelled.

God quirked one eyebrow and stepped slowly away from the refrigerator.

Day calmed himself and lowered his voice to sound more nonchalant.

“I mean you made breakfast, it’s only fair.” Day shrugged and went about pulling out the fixings for some subs.

God still gave him a strange look, but nodded his head as if he understood and sat at the breakfast bar.

Whew. I don’t know if my stomach could handle another one of God’s meals.

Over lunch, God told Day about the exchange he’d had with Johnson and Ronowski when he’d left the station last night and Day almost fell of his stool. He pumped his fist in the air at the victory and grabbed God’s face and laid a loud, wet kiss on his cheek. He was so glad his lover decided to push his two biggest headaches together. Johnson could definitely give Ronowski the pounding his stubborn, tight ass needed. Once that happened, Day’s hours at work would go way more smoothly.

Two hours after lunch and God was back to driving Day fucking nuts.

God had just come back in from cutting the already very low grass and was now sitting on the recliner in Day’s bedroom aggressively pushing the buttons on the remote control flipping through the channels.

“Get cleaned up and let’s go to Henry’s,” Day said.

Henry’s was a great sports bar that had awesome all-you-can-eat wings, pool tables, darts, pinball machines you name it. He and Day would go there for hours some days after work, enjoying the atmosphere and good company.

“I don’t want to go there,” God grumbled.

Day looked up from the model car he was building at his desk and glared at his pouting lover.

“I didn’t ask you what you wanted to do.” Day tilted his head in the direction of the bathroom. “Now get your ass in there and get ready.”

God stared at him for a few seconds before yanking some clothes out of his dresser and tossing them on the bed. He cursed under his breath as he stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

Day held in his laugh and went back to working on his car.

This is going to be the longest freakin’ two weeks of my life.