Don't Judge (Nothing Special 4)

“Hey,” Judge whispered, hoarsely. “Thank you for making dinner.”

“It’ll be worth it,” Michaels said seductively, looking deep into Judge’s shadowy eyes.

Judge released him, a faint shade of crimson creeping up his throat and hiding behind his beard. Michaels chuckled softly, his skin tingling from Judge’s firm touch. He washed the couple of plates and the pots and put the small space back in order for morning. He hoped to really impress Judge when he woke up to bacon, eggs, and his specialty… blueberry pancakes in the morning. If he were home, he’d make him that breakfast casserole that Day brought in some mornings and finally taught Michaels how to make.

“You want a beer?” he called to Judge.

“No.”

Michaels turned around in surprise. “No?”

Judge stood and sauntered over to him, taking the two beers out of his hand and putting them back in the refrigerator. Michaels watched with curiosity. Judge leaned in to him, their mouths only inches apart. Judge’s masculine scent was all over him and it excited him to no end, especially when he was getting ready to know and smell Judge very intimately. With his back against the small counter, Judge braced both hands on either side of him trapping him between his bulk and the unyielding surface behind him. “I want to make good on my deal now,” Judge said casually.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” Michaels smiled.

Judge leaned in, but Michaels turned so that Judge’s lips landed on his cheek. He felt the big man chuckle against the side of his jaw. “Playing hard to get.”

“Not my style.” Michaels licked Judge’s neck, running his fingers through his beard as he did. Judge groaned and inched forward until their erections were pressing together. Michaels moved fast, taking Judge’s arm and twisting it, spinning him around until Judge was facing the counter.

“Got some moves on you, sweetheart. I’ll give you that.” Judge laughed provocatively.

Michaels pushed against the center of Judge’s back, urging him to bend forward as he dropped to his knees pulling the towel off that round ass.

“W-what are you doing?” Judge stuttered.

“Getting my kiss.”

“Wait a minute. Not… not there,” Judge argued, still not pulling away.

“Are you going back on your word, Judge?” Michaels tsked again. “That’s not like you.”

“I never go back on my word. I will kiss you.”

“Unh unh unh. I said I wanted to kiss you. I said you didn’t even have to kiss me back remember?” Michaels ran his tongue over the silky black hairs on Judge’s ass. “I’m gonna kiss you right here until I’m as satisfied as you were with your dinner.”

Judge snarled, “You sneaky bastard.”

Michaels smiled and feasted his eyes on his dessert.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Judge really underestimated how fucking smart the damn detective was. He had set his own self up, falling for Michaels’ charm, his intoxicating eyes and seductive smile as he let himself get swindled in a deal. But Judge never ever went back on his word. Now he was bent over a counter, legs spread and ass open.

Judge clenched his fist as he waited for Michaels to make his move. Right now all he was doing was kneeling behind him and staring. It felt weird. On display. He wasn’t a buff, blond hunk with product controlling his immaculate hair or perfectly arched eyebrows. Judge was just a man. Did Michaels not like what he saw? Was his ass too much of an ugly, hairy thing? Had he changed his mind and was trying to think of a way to back… “Ohhhh gaaawd.”

Michaels ran the flat of his tongue over the back of Judge’s balls, stopping right before he got to his hole. “Yessss. Let me hear you. I could look at your fine ass all night, Judge, but I’m making myself crazy with want. Damn, I fuckin’ want you bad, man.” Michaels’ hands were roughly kneading and rubbing Judge’s ass cheeks. “I’m gonna slick all this sexy hair down with my spit.” Michaels moaned and licked Judge again before he took a mouthful of his flesh and sucked on it hard enough to leave a mark.

Judge’s cock was so hard he could’ve drilled a hole through the counter. Michaels really was turned on by him, by his ass… by his hair. Judge released the air that had built up in his lungs and tried to relax. Michaels did exactly what he said he was going to do. Judge’s cock jerked and leaked precome down the cabinet every time he felt Michaels’ warm spit hit his ass. “Fuck,” he hissed.

“Feels good, babe. Do you like it?” Michaels moaned, enjoying his kiss. Not seeming too concerned with Judge replying.

Judge couldn’t have answered anyway. His mind was all fucked up. He hadn’t had anyone taste him there in…. “Jesus!” Judge grunted when he felt that hot, slick tongue flick his hole. His leg trembled and he wanted to stop it but he could only focus on one body part right now, and at the moment he was trying to keep his dick from exploding.