“No. Really. I was just wondering that.”
“Oh. You were just wondering that?” Green gave him a bullshit look.
“Yeah. I mean we work around all these big motherfuckers that are head-over-heels in love with other men. God and Day. Syn and Furi. Ro and Johnson. All these badass men. Queer as a three-dollar bill. Highly respected.” Ruxs leaned in closer and whispered softly, “In fucking love. Why is that? What’s so great about it?”
Green gritted his teeth. “When you see God tomorrow, why don’t you ask him? I’m sure he’d love to give you the answer. Just make sure I’m there. I’d hate to miss that.”
“Why are you mocking me?” Ruxs growled low and Green stood up straighter.
“I’m not mocking you. But you’re being ridiculous and I’m tired. Now move.” Green knocked Ruxs’ hands down and shoved him back with his own chest. They were the same height, same build. Evenly matched. Ruxs dug his heels in and stopped them. Ruxs put his heavy hands on Green’s shoulders and begin to squeeze them. Green sighed heavily, wondering when this madness was going to be over.
“You’re so damn wound up. You want a massage?” Ruxs asked nonchalantly like he was offering Green a piece of gum.
Weirdly enough, massages were pretty common. Ruxs rubbed Green’s shoulders all the time. Sometimes he had to rub cramps out of Ruxs’ calves after they worked out. After a good sparring match, Ruxs usually ended up working the kinks out of Green’s lower back. But neither one of them were in any pain right now. Except Ruxs being an annoying pain in his ass. He was exhausted and they had to be to work early.
“No. I don’t want a damn massage, Ruxs. It’s after fuckin’ midnight, get your damn hands off me.” Green knocked those very talented hands off his shoulders and maneuvered around his partner. Thank God, this time Ruxs let him go.
He was half way up the stairs when he looked back and saw Ruxs still standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. It was too dark to see his face or his eyes, but his body language spoke volumes. Green damn sure wasn’t going back down there to get him. Ruxs was being silly, he was drunk, and Green wasn’t going to entertain another minute of it. His partner was a big boy. He could make his own way upstairs and get in his bed and sleep it off.
It’s Getting Too Real
Ruxs head was pounding so hard he was wondering if he’d left his Metallica disc playing. Through the haze and fog, his mind played back through last night. His horrible date. Green saving him. Green bringing him home. Green smelling so good. Oh no. Ruxs groaned when he thought of the way he’d snuggled up to Green’s hard body and smelled him like he was a cologne model. Oh my god. Tell me I didn’t do that.
He rolled over and threw his hand over his face when he remembered the little pop question he’d asked his best friend. He was ninety-nine percent sure that Green would not bring it up, but Ruxs was still embarrassed by it. He didn’t mean to voice what he’d been pondering for months. Was it really that fucking great to be gay?
Ever since he got too fucked up to drive home and he’d crashed at Day and God’s place after their cookout this summer. Green was in Miami testifying in a Federal case, so he didn’t have his usual designated driver. Shit. He’d heard his lieutenants going at it in the middle of the night. It was so loud and violent, but wildly erotic. He didn’t know if they forgot he was downstairs or if they just didn’t give a fuck. He remembered being hard as goddamn stone lying there, and feeling like a pervert for listening. But since then, he hadn’t been able to get the sounds out of his head. The sounds of furious passion and uninhibited ecstasy. The way God roared his lover’s name when he ca —”
“Time to wake up, sunshine.” Green chuckled. His deep voice violently ripping Ruxs away from those memories.
He’d jumped so hard, he had to catch himself from almost falling out of bed. He knew Green was looking at him like he was crazy and he made sure the sheet was over his rock hard dick, his forearm trying to keep it pressed down. “Uh. Yeah. I’m up.” He groaned.
“There’s aspirin and some water by the bed. Hurry up. You got twenty minutes.” Green closed the door behind him.
His cock throbbed beneath his arm with no relief anywhere in sight. His head beat at a nauseating staccato, and his stomach felt like if he ate a thing, he was going to projectile vomit it back out. In less than an hour, he was going to be back around his lieutenants so soon after reliving that damn night again. All day he’d have to work with his friend that he basically tried to molest in the middle of the night. To boot, he had to go check on his crack head mother that refused to let him leave without completely demolishing his spirit today. Fuck. He had a feeling this was going to be like Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.