A Good Fuck and Then…..Awwww. Our First Fight

God and Day fell into the front door kissing and grabbing at each other. Day just barely kicked the door shut before he was yanked out of his coat. They’d kept the PDAs to a minimum while with God’s brother, but Day was serious when he said he really needed to fuck his man.

God pushed Day against the wooden door and captured his mouth in a ruthless kiss. Day pulled Cash’s coat off his shoulders, letting it drop down to the floor. Day squeezed the handle of God’s Desert Eagle and sighed at the erotic way his dick jumped from the touch. Day stroked the long black chamber down to the felt grip panel.

“You stroke a man’s gun like that, you might as well be stroking his cock,” God said gruffly and moved Day’s palm to his already fully erect dick and pumped his hips.

Day felt God fumbling with his belt. He yanked his mouth away from God’s and moaned when God gripped the back of his neck, chased his mouth and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and bit it. Day placed both his hands flat against God’s massive chest and pushed him hard. God growled, knocked Day’s hands back down and crashed into him again.

God spun Day around and pushed him hard against the wall while grinding his pelvis into his ass. God made quick work of unzipping Day’s jeans and shoving his hands inside to give his balls a rough massage.

Day bucked back against God. “Ugh. You motherfucker.”

“You going to give it up willingly, or do I have to take it, Leo?” God’s whisky-rough voice vibrated through Day’s body.

Day moaned at the assault, reared back and caught God in his hard abs with an elbow, enjoying the loud grunt from the big man before running up the stairs.

Day was rounding the landing when he heard God call out to him.

“I only enjoy it more when you fight, Leo,” God said taking the stairs two at a time.

Day had shed his clothes in record time and was climbing into the shower without even waiting for it to heat up. Day had just closed the clear door when he saw Cash drop his pants, his blushed cock jutting out angrily.

Day turned his back on God and began soaping his body, ignoring his horny lover; in turn driving him crazy.

The door to the shower opened, and God stepped in behind him. God reached his long arm in front of Day and put the lube on the shelf. Day tried to suppress his smile. God’s huge forearm came around Day’s throat and pulled him against him. God licked his ear lobe.

“You insist on doing things the hard way… don’t you, sweetheart?”

Day didn’t respond and hissed when God punished him for it by biting his jaw. God took the soap from Day and put it back on the shelf, gripping both of Day’s biceps from behind and pushing him roughly against the cold tiles, holding him in position with his bulk.

“Open,” God growled in his ear.

“Fuck you,” Day snarled back.

“As you wish,” God said calmly and slid down Day’s body. He parted his ass with both hands and speared his tongue into Day’s tight hole.

Day squeezed his eyes shut and yelled his curses into the thick steam now filling the bathroom. “Fuck, goddammit.”

God wedged his large body against Day until he had to either climb the wall or open his legs further.

“There, now that’s better,” God said smoothly and licked long and slow up Day’s seam until he got to the base of his spine. God alternated from fast tongue fucking to lovingly relaxing the tight muscle. “Mmm, taste so fucking delicious.” God tongue bathed him until Day couldn’t see straight.

“Cash,” Day whined pathetically.

God answered him by tongue fucking him again, this time flexing his tongue every three or four pumps.

“Fuck me now,” Day begged.

God bit Day's ass cheek so hard it made him grind his teeth together to keep from giving God the satisfaction screaming. Day flexed his ass muscles to take the edge off the pain and felt God slap him hard on both cheeks.

“Ughh, Cash. Come on dammit.” Day stroked his aching cock.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Patience, sweetheart.” God teased him.

Day hated when God got like this. As soon as Day made God chase him, he’d turn around and make Day beg for it once he got revved up to go.

God lubed his fingers and pushed two into Day’s relaxed hole.

“Yeah, that’s it. Fuck me hard,” Day moaned.

God pressed his body against Day’s, trapping his erection against the slick surface of the shower wall. Day felt God’s fingers leave his hole and the empty feeling made Day groan in frustration.

“Cash, please,” he begged again. He couldn’t take God teasing him anymore. He needed his man. Needed to be overpowered. His body needed to submit to its dominant.

Day felt God rubbing his lubed cock up and down his ass. Stopping every few strokes to press at his hole.

“Want me right now, Leo?” God whispered in his ear.

“Yes, right now, baby. Right now.”

God pressed past the first ring of muscle in his ass and kept going until his balls were snug against his now red cheeks. It felt so fucking good Day wanted to cry out in thanks. God’s cock was ramrod straight. It was hard and unyielding. Day pushed back into God’s shallow thrust, grunting each time as God glided over his prostate with each stroke.

“Oh, shit. Fuck me, fuck my ass,” Day whimpered. He spread his legs wider, dropped his chin to his chest, and braced his hands on the wall. The grip on his hips tightened to the point that he'd have finger marks, and that thought almost had Day coming. He tried to think of something else to ward off his orgasm but it was useless. When God was inside him nothing else existed. It was just him and his lover, taking him to places that could only be reached when he fucked him.

God kept his thrusts quick and deep. So fucking deliciously deep, burying his thick cock farther than Day knew existed. Day had absently risen up on his tiptoes to try to catch his breath. “Get back here,” God barked, pulling him back down, impaling him onto his cock.

“Fuck!” Day’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he cried out and shot his come all over the wall. His ass clenched around God’s cock, his own dick pulsing without being touched. Day’s balls were completely spent as they rocked rapidly against his body. Regardless of his powerful orgasm, God continued to piston-fuck his ass until Day yelled he couldn’t take anymore.

“Yes you can. Take my dick. All of it,” his lover encouraged breathlessly.

God’s hot mouth mixing with the steam from the shower had Day sweating profusely. Day dropped his head back to God’s shoulders and clenched his ass as tight as he could, snapping his hips back into God’s merciless thrusts.

“Oh you bastard. Fucking tight ass squeezing my cock.” God grunted, his vicious rhythm becoming erratic as Day forced the orgasm out of him.

God held Day’s ass snug against his pulsing cock as he filled him with thick ropes of hot come, searing him inside and claiming him at the same time. This, by far, was Day’s favorite part… not his orgasm… but God’s. God held him so close and tight when he filled him that it gave Day the feeling of unconditional love and of being one hundred percent possessed.

God’s huge six-foot-four height was draped across his back while he caught his breath. “Damn. You are so fucking hot, Leonidis.” God licked Day’s neck and carefully slid out of him.

Day stayed still and let the hot water pound against his tender ass. Day could feel his lover’s come seeping out of his hole and it made him shiver despite the heat. God and Day had stopped using condoms after they got their test results back a week ago. They didn’t waste any time exploring new sensations with no latex barriers between them. The thought that they were in a monogamous relationship for the first time in their lives was comforting.

After a couple minutes he felt God washing his body gently with a thick, soapy rag.

“Just stand still,” God said soothingly against Day’s cheek, kissing him tenderly before going back to his job.

Once they were both cleaned, God dried them and led Leo by his hand to their bed. Day wished that everyone could see God like this. So strong, muscled, and yet so damn gentle. He pulled back the covers for him and waited for him to climb in before going around to his side. Day watched God from heavy-lidded eyes, check the safety on his gun and place it in the nightstand drawer.

When God got in he pulled Day to him like always, tucking him under him and wrapping protective arms around him. Day didn’t remember God saying anything else, but if he did, Day had fallen asleep before he heard it.

Day didn’t stir or even move again until the sun was beaming in the window on their warm bodies. He and God were in the exact same positions, clinched together, facing each other. God’s arm was under Day’s body, the other palm on his neck. Day’s hands were tucked against God’s chest. Judging by the amount of light in the room, it had to be after seven, maybe almost eight. Day smiled warmly.

“What are you smiling about, sweetheart?” God’s rough morning voice went right to Day’s already hard cock poking his lover in his thigh.

God’s eyes were still closed when he pulled away from him and stretched against the cool sheets before returning to him.

“Good morning, beautiful.” God stroked one finger down his cheek. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of waking up like this.

“Mmm. Me neither,” Day agreed while palming God’s hard cock. “Want me to take care of this before breakfast?”

God turned over and picked up his cell phone from the nightstand. “No, babe, I’m actually exhausted. Fuck,” God murmured sleepily. “I need another five hours of rest.”

“No can do, lover. You’re supposed to go to your mom’s today,” Day said to him.

God released an annoyed breath. He didn’t want to think about that just yet. To say he was nervous about speaking with his mom again was the understatement of the century.

“No shit, Sherlock. You really think I need reminding of that? What the fuck would I do if I didn’t have you to keep me on schedule, Leo,” God said sarcastically.

Day didn’t say anything else. He rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Day knew God was stressed about seeing his mom but being an asshole wasn’t going to make it easier. Day did his morning usual and left the bathroom to see God sitting in the chair in the corner of their bedroom with his head buried in his hands. Instead of inadvertently pestering his partner even more, he decided to just walk past him, get dressed quickly, and leave the room.

Day had just finished tying his biking boots and hooking his chain to his belt when God broke their silence.

“Are you gonna act like a bitch for the rest of the day and ignore me, Leonidis? If I wanted to date a sensitive-ass broad, I wouldn’t be here with you,” God said angrily.

Day locked his jaw and counted to ten, silently trying to calm himself. He tried to stay mindful that God was under a lot of stress. There were some things Day was willing to let slide, and other things that would be dealt with aggressively, and calling him a bitch definitely fell under the extremely aggressive category.

Day yanked his keys off his dresser and turned to glare at God before walking out the door. “You ever call me a bitch again, and I’m gonna show you just how much of a man I am.”

Day walked out of the bedroom, down the stairs and straight out the front door. He opened his garage, grabbed his helmet off the shelf, straddled his bike, and revved the engine before he sped out his driveway.

God heard Day’s bike rumbling nosily through their bedroom window. Day was leaving. You gotta be shittin’ me. “I guess that means you’re not coming with me!” God yelled angrily at no one. If you don't want to be called a bitch, then don’t act like one.

God knew what he’d said to Day may have been a little rude, but damn, Day should have a little understanding. This was big for him today and he was past nervous to flat-out nauseous. God blew his frustrated breath out loudly and went about getting ready.

How cute, our first fucking fight as a couple. Yay.

God’s thoughts went to his lover when he came downstairs and noticed there wasn’t even any coffee made. He had no clue how to work that high-tech monstrosity.

God sat at the breakfast bar drinking his juice and reading the Saturday morning paper. His thoughts kept replaying this morning. He’d seen the angry muscle in Day’s jaw ticking after God had said what he had and he’d immediately wanted to take it back, but it didn’t work that way. Day would’ve still been angry. He was kind of pissed that Day left when he was supposed to go with him, but when he thought about it some more, this was probably something he should do on his own anyway. Day would be there for him when he came home—he wanted Day to be there waiting on him with open arms when he got home.

Fuck me.

God looked at his watch and saw it was just coming up on nine a.m. He folded his paper, put his dish in the sink, and left the house.