The Best Gift of Them All

A full month had passed and God and Day were just getting used to their new duties. Their true passion was being out on the streets, so the men had no problems with their newfound love for the art of delegation. They were good bosses, though, and eventually the coworkers who disagreed with their promotion at first were slowly coming around.

It was Friday night. Tomorrow all of the department, their family, and close friends would be at their house to help them celebrate their partnership anniversary. Day didn’t think a time would come where his heart would be so filled, doubting he could handle another wonderful thing happening.

He was in bed watching the Food Network waiting on God to come out of the bathroom. He’d been in there for over an hour. The water to the shower had stopped twenty minutes ago.

“Hey! You didn’t fall in did you?” Day called out.

No answer.

“Babe.” Day pushed mute on the television. There was no sound at all. “Cash.”

No answer.

Day pushed the covers back, got up and walked quickly over to the door. His nipples hardened in the coolness of the room, goose bumps popped up on his forearms. He tapped a couple times and before he tapped a third time God opened the door. Day exhaled a nervous breath. “Geez. Didn’t you hear me call—”

God’s hot mouth was on Day before he could finish his sentence. He was pushed back against the wall as God closed in on him, thrusting his strong pelvis into his. He grabbed both hands, interlocking their fingers and pulled them high above their heads. He pressed Day’s hands against the cool surface, sliding his hands down his arms, landing on the front of his naked chest. God pulled his mouth away and kissed along Day’s jaw to the base of his throat. He took a long inhale against Day’s neck.

“Mmm. You smell good.” God moaned in his ear.

Day lifted his chin, letting God do what he wanted. He could smell the fresh shower scent on his man. God’s wet hair dripped down on his face, the smell of his masculine shampoo assaulted his senses. “You smell better.”

God stopped his nibbling and licking long enough to stare into Day’s eyes. “I love you so much.” God whispered into his mouth.

“I know, babe.” Day dropped his arms, so his fingers could tease at the opening of God’s towel.

“I never thought I’d be someone special to anyone.” God gently caressed the side of his face. Looking at him like he couldn’t believe he was real. Day’s heart clenched at the sincere look in God’s striking green eyes. When he spoke again, his voice was strained and filled with emotion. “It’s been five years, Leonidis, five years of me loving you.”

“I don’t know how I existed without you.” Day whispered back.

God closed his eyes. His breathing was shallow and his jaw ticked with nervousness. Day could easily read him. “Cash. What’s wrong?”

“I need to be with you,” God replied gripping Day’s shoulders, squeezing them tightly.

Day continued to watch his lover. Seeking out what was really going on inside of him. “I need you too.”

“No. I mean I need you to have me. Make love to me.” God bent slightly and placed his lips to Day’s ear. “I want you to top me.”

Day froze in place. His eyes lowered in contemplation, hands resting lightly on God’s waist. Top him. Suddenly a ton of feelings washed over him. He simultaneously became excited, nervous, scared, and extremely turned-on. All those emotions swirling around inside his head and heart at once.

“Please. I trust you. I trust you to make it right. My only time bottoming was when—” God gripped Day tighter, pressing their bodies together, like he couldn’t bear to say the word ‘rape’ right now. “I need you to make all that go away. Will you do that for me?”

God’s deep voice vibrated Day’s chest, and he knew what God was asking. All the demons of his past needed to be laid to rest. God had his family, his partner, his career. Love. He had it all. However, if he didn’t come to terms with his past he’d never be able to fully enjoy his future.

“Yes,” Day finally responded. “I will. I’ll do anything for you. You know that.”

God backed up a couple steps and reached out for him. Day put his sweaty palm in God’s, and let him lead them to the bed. Day dropped his briefs to the floor while God tossed his towel and settled in the middle of the warm bed.

Day turned and went to his record player choosing Oscar Peterson’s Night Train, a classy, elegant romantic jazz album. Only the best for his lover. Day turned off the television and all the lights in the bedroom, leaving only the moonlight to illuminate the room. God pulled back the covers, inviting him in. Day joined his man, immediately settling on top of his large body. He moaned deeply as soon as their hard cocks rubbed against each other.

“I’m gonna make this so good for you, Cash.” Day moaned maneuvering himself so that his cock head was nestled underneath God’s heavy balls. He relished the loud groan that erupted from the man beneath him. “Yes,” Day hissed.

He was perfectly happy bottoming for God for the rest of their lives, but he did like to use his cock, he would love nothing more than to push into his partner's tight confinement. Making him scream out when he rubbed against that special place inside him. But he understood what God had gone through and he wouldn’t dare ask him to do anything that would bring back those memories. Although it wasn’t as frequent, God still suffered from nightmares about being repeatedly attacked.

Day stroked the wet strands of God’s hair back, weaving it in between his fingers. His chest rose and fell rapidly as Day gyrated his hips. “It’s okay.” Day whispered, lightly moving his lips back and forth over God’s parted mouth.

“Make it good, Leo. Please. I want my only memories to be of you. You taking me. The only one that has had me.” God’s pained voice made Day want to protect the man he’d called partner for the last five years, protect his lover from the nightmares, from those years of torture. He belonged to him now. When God thought of bottoming, he’d only think of him, not of those perverted assholes that had violated a scared teen.

“I got you, babe. Don’t worry. I got you.” Day settled deeply between God’s thighs, while rubbing his hands over his face, his shoulders, his neck, his broad chest. Laying sweet, suckling kisses over every inch of him. Marking him in some places, teasing him in others. He inched down to God’s weeping cock, rubbing his beard stubble up and down the length. God grunted his approval, pushing his hips up to feel more. Day opened his mouth wide and engulfed just the head. Stabbing his tongue at the slit, wanting more of the salty fluid easing from his man. “Taste so fuckin’ good.” Day moaned.

God’s hands were clinched into fists, resting on the comforter as if he was unsure what to do with them. Day went down further, making sure to use just enough teeth to elicit a hiss but not enough to hurt. He didn’t stop until his nose was buried in the scratchy hairs at the base of God’s dick.

“Fuck!” God cursed, his shoulders coming up off the bed from the pleasure. Day knew God loved that he could take every inch of him and more. He pulled up slowly, dragging the flat of his tongue over that thick vein on the underside of God’s dick. He moaned around the head and went back down again. Damn he’d never be able to get enough of this man. God was more potent than any drug, Day’s own personal brand of heroin. His voice, his body, his attitude, his skills, and his intelligence all came together to make one helluva motherfucking man.

Day reached over to the nightstand for the Slick. God watched him, watched every move he made. Day came back and kissed him hungrily, pushing his tongue in deep so God could taste himself. God wove his fingers through his hair, holding him in place, taking control of the kiss. Day didn’t mind. God needed to be in control of something, so he let him have this. He didn’t stop until God released his head.

Day sucked in a few breaths, lifting up onto his hands. “Turn over, Cash.”

A flash of worry appeared in those mesmerizing eyes right before God moved to do what he was told. Day didn’t say anything about it. He didn’t need to tell his man everything was going to be okay, he had to show him. Day closed his eyes while the smooth sounds of Peterson’s piano calmed him, spoke to his spirit. He gently rubbed his palm up and down God’s strong back. Stroking the large lion, taming the wild beast within his partner.

He maneuvered himself in between those solid thighs, spreading God open. Fuck. Damn, just a glimpse of God’s dark hole had Day wanting to come. He had to compose himself. He couldn’t get too excited, otherwise he’d lose his self-control and do something to mess up this special, very critical moment in God’s life. He covered God with his body from head to toe, giving him security and protection, because that’s how he felt when God was draped on top of him. He believed it worked both ways because his lover exhaled and sank down further into the mattress. He moved God’s long hair out of the way and began kissing his neck while massaging his shoulders.

“Ahhh. Yes, Leo.”

Day was doing it right. He wanted God to get vocal with him, let him know that he was enjoying this. Day ran his tongue down God’s spine until he got to his hips. He rubbed his face against the soft hairs on God’s ass. He gently opened one side of him and felt him tense under his palm. Day began to place soft kisses around his clenched hole before using his tongue to tease at it. God squirmed but he didn’t shy away. Day placed a couple more teasing licks at the tight, furry bud, the dark hairs now slick from his spit, before finally pressing his tongue flat against it, feeling it pulsate. Oh fuck. God spread wider. Fuck yes. Day pushed down on his own aching cock while he swiped his tongue over God’s hole again and again, licking, and blowing on the moist flesh.

“Again,” God moaned, just slightly raising his hips up.

Day’s chest was pounding with restrained energy. He rotated his tongue in figure eights in God’s crease, pressing the tip in just a little. He pulled back and blew more cool air on God’s puckered skin. “Ahh. That’s good.”

Day appreciated the approval so he did it a few more times. God was into it now. He kept up his tonguing while quietly flicking open the cap of the Slick and pouring some lube on two fingers, closing and tossing the bottle to the side. He pushed his tongue in farther, and goddamn his man was tight as hell. God was clenching his muscles at the intrusion of his tongue and Day could only imagine how that was going to feel on his bare cock. He was sure he’d lose it in less than a minute.

Day withdrew his tongue and God’s body trembled beneath him when he rubbed one finger around his hole. He moved it in a circular motion for a few seconds before pushing in slightly. He pulled back, carefully watching God’s reaction. His face was lying on the soft pillow, eyes closed, his brow creased with concentration.

“Relax. It’s gonna feel so good.” Day murmured, pushing his finger in deeper.

God nodded his head and raised his hips higher.

“Oh my fucking god. You are the sexiest thing in the world. Looking at you like this. Offering yourself to me. Jesus Christ. Thank for trusting me. I love you so much.” Day panted out his gratitude while pushing his finger all the way in, simultaneously stroking his own cock. He couldn’t help it. His cock was dark red and angry, needing release now.

God grunted again, but Day didn’t stop. He pulled out to the first knuckle and pushed back in again, going deeper. His man jerked hard and yelled out his name.

“Fuck! Leo, it’s good! That’s so good!” God pushed back, seeking out more of that feeling.

Day reached between God’s legs and pulled his dick back so he could lick at it while he finger fucked him. Day kept one finger deep inside pressing against that spongy gland and attached his mouth to God’s balls, lapping at them, rolling them with his tongue. He heard his lover cursing but his own ears were ringing so loud he couldn’t make out what he was saying. God’s hot pulsing channel was squeezing the hell out of his finger.

Day dragged his tongue up behind God’s balls and nibbled at his taint before moving back up to his hole. He swirled his tongue around his finger while he kept the pressure on God’s prostate. His lover’s bud had relaxed, taking his finger easily. “I’m going to give you more.” Day said breathlessly.

God didn’t answer, but his moan was enough encouragement for Day to keep going. He added a second finger, pushing in steadily. He felt God tense against the pressure. Day stopped and worked God’s cock back into his mouth, sucking hard on the head until his man begin moaning again and slowly working his hips back and forth.

“Don’t stop Leo.”

“Never.” Day pushed two fingers in, aiming for that sweet spot. “So fuckin’ tight. Jesus.”

He worked carefully to get God prepared for his first time. All the horrible violations that were done to him when he was young didn’t count. This was what mattered. God willingly giving his body to his lover. He knew God was scared, he could feel it, taste it, he knew his partner better than he knew himself. But he could also feel the uninhibited trust God had for him, felt it stronger, deeper than the fear. Day was easily working three fingers in, and God’s cries of passion were making his cock weep. Holy fuck. He’d never heard his lover like this, seen him spread open for him, so eager to be had.

“Now Leo. Right now.” God said in his deep, sexy timbre.

Day reached for the lube and poured a generous amount on his dick and pushed some into God’s relaxed hole. Day had to stop and just stare for a few seconds. In all his life, he’d never seen anything more beautiful than what was in front of him right now. Please let me make this good for him. Day sent up a silent prayer before pressing his blushed head to God’s entrance. He wished he could see his face as he entered him but he knew this would be the easiest way for God to take him in.

“Relax Cash. It’s going to be good, I promise.” Day whispered in God’s ear while he pushed past the ring of muscle.

God’s body jerked beneath him, a startled grunt escaping his lips. Day halted, pressing his chest harder into God’s back while massaging his shoulders. It took all of Day’s strength not to push all the way inside and fuck God like it was his last act before death. But Day would do whatever it took, he’d be patient.

“I’m good,” God said in a hushed voice.

Day rained kisses on the back of God’s neck and over to his coarse jaw as he pushed in deeper. He licked around the rim of God’s ear, speaking to him calmly, “Breathe baby. You know what to do. Show me how much you want me; show me that I’m the only one that has ever had you like this.”

Day slightly rocked his hips, only moving in and out an inch or so, while God did what he needed to do so he could slide all the way in. Day kept rubbing, kissing, massaging, and whispering until God took a deep breath and pushed out against him. Day slid in with ease, until his balls rested against God’s furry ass.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck.” They both hissed at the same time.

“Damnit, Leo. Feel… feels.” God huffed.

“I know.” Day released a throaty groan as he gently pulled out and slid back in. Making slow, shallow thrusts. The music was putting him in the lovemaking mood, the smooth jazz serenading them made Day want to keep it slow and sexy. When Day’s balls were snug against God’s ass he gently tilted his pelvis up, pegging that gland with his head. He knew he’d hit it when God’s hands clenched into tight fists.

“Yes,” God hissed.

Day kept that motion going for several seconds until he felt God moving with him. Finally, God was completely pliable beneath him, his chest pressed into the soft bedding, his legs spread wide, his ruggedly handsome face turned to the side, gusting shallow breaths into his mouth.

Day rose up and got a good grip on God’s hips. He lifted him to his knees. He wanted to work God’s thick cock while he fucked him. Day pulled out half way only to thrust back in with a little more force. God’s hands scrambled for something to hold on to. Day grabbed them and linked their fingers together, anchoring them to each other. God’s body shone in the darkness, the moonlight streaming in through the sheer curtains making the sheen of sweat on his back glisten. A sight Day would never forget.

He reached under and gripped God’s cock. It was half-hard, but Day was about to change that. He stroked him in time with his movements.

“Mmm. Yeah, sweetheart. That’s it.” God encouraged. His body fully primed to take him.

Day snapped his hips and God cried out to him again. “Are you ready?” Day said, his control waning. He needed to go deeper, harder, or else he was going to fucking lose it. His man was so damn hot inside, squeezing him deliciously.

“Let me turn over,” God answered.

Day pulled out very slowly. When God turned over Day didn’t wait. He crushed his mouth to his and shoved his tongue in as deep as he wanted his cock to go. He kissed his man to within an inch of his life. Moaning and biting, licking and nipping, until God was begging him to fuck him. “Need you right fuckin’ now, Leo.”

Day ran his tongue along God’s muscled pecs, sucking up moist red marks as he went. Dark nipples called to him, made his cock jump as he swirled his tongue around the tight nubs until they were hard. He tugged one of God’s arms up, pressing his hand above his head. Fuck. God smelled so good. Manly and strong. Day buried his nose in God’s underarm, rubbing his cheek along the fine hairs. Day licked him there. Another intimate and personal place, reserved only for him. He ran the flat of his tongue from the bottom of his pit to the top. God squirmed beneath him, held the back of his head in a firm grip, keeping him there. Day bit and laved at him vigorously, loving the rich, masculine smell of his lover. God growled, lifted his other arm and Day took the hint. He kissed and nipped at each nipple as he made his way over to the other arm. He gave the same treatment to that one. Damn. God’s smell was an aphrodisiac.

When Day'd had his fill, he lined his aching cock up and pushed in to the hilt. They both gasped loudly and Day’s eyes rolled in their sockets. God's legs fell easily to the side and Day started up a rapid, deep penetration. Keeping his body flush against God, only his hips moving up and down. “Shit Cash. Feels too damn good. Squeezing the fuck out of me.” Day groaned into the crook of God’s neck.

God nudged Day’s face, seeking out his mouth. Day kissed him like it was their first time. He sighed as God embraced him. Hugging him tightly too him, his hips thrusting up to meet his. They were in that zone together. Where nothing else in the world existed, nothing mattered but them. There were no problems, no stress, no past, and no nightmares, only them in love. Making love. Sending all his lover’s demons back to the depths of hell where they belonged. 

Day could feel God’s hard shaft rubbing against his abs. His balls tightened and his spine tingled with his pending orgasm. He reached for God’s cock and jerked him in long tight strokes. He held God’s shoulder, shoving him downward to meet him as he shoved deep inside. He was almost there, ready to come, ready to fill his man, make him whole again.

God gave a harsh grunt right before Day felt the first shot of warm come hit his chest. His lover’s body jerked beneath him, while he pumped his dick for every drop God could give him. “That’s it love. Come hard for me.” God held Day’s face while they looked down at their union, watched God’s dick pulse in his fist while he released more pearly white fluid to coat his hand. When God was done he pulled Day in for another soul-searing kiss. God took Day’s hand from his cock and brought up to their mouths. God stuck out his tongue, cleaning his come off of his hand.

“Oh my fuckin’—” Day’s obscenities were cut off when God pushed his come-coated tongue into his mouth. Day shuddered as his cock jerked inside God’s still pulsing channel. God moaned in his mouth while Day started to make love to him again. “Love you so damn much.” God said on a sated sigh. 

Day’s eyes shone bright with his emotions. “I love you, too.” He panted, his forehead resting against God’s. Day didn’t have much longer. His hips lost their rhythm when God’s lust-filled green gaze bored into him. Their unbreakable bond. Talking to him without words. An amazing ability between soul mates. Silently he told Day to come deep inside him. Told him he was whole again. Told him that Day was perfect, he’d been perfect.

Day knew he’d do anything for this magnificent man, do anything he’d asked of him. Obey his every word.

Day held the back of God’s neck, his other hand held God’s thigh, keeping him splayed open for him. Day moaned low and deep. “I’m gonna come.” God squeezed him tightly, held him to his hard chest. Day’s back went stiff, his vision blurred as he slammed in deep and throbbed inside God’s heat. He wanted his come inside this man, wanted him to keep it in him while they slept together. Day’s body jolted from his first shot of come. He lurched and yelled like it was his first time. It was intense and powerful, it was mind-blowing to top a man like God. All of that barreled through Day’s mind as he kept pumping his essence deep into him. He gave a couple more shallow thrust, before finally stilling. His cock completely drained.

His breathing was labored and harsh, panting while placing tender kisses on God’s muscled chest. Day felt like a king. He sensed that God felt claimed, surprisingly, he did too.

Day lifted slightly, so his soft dick slid out of God. The moan God released was soft against his throat. When Day went to move off his lover, he was grabbed tightly. “Not ready for you to move yet.”

“Want me to get a towel to clean you up?” Day said lazily.

“No. Leave it. Leave me just like this.” God demanded and Day obeyed.