He spit in his palm and got a punishing grip on his cock and rapidly pumped his fist up and down his steel rod. He thought this had to be the hardest he’d ever been. No woman or man had ever excited him to the point of having to jerk himself immediately. The smell of Day was still on his body and the scent of the man’s soft hair lingered in his nose.
“Fuck, Leo,” God moaned as quietly as he could manage.
His body jerked violently when he felt his orgasm barreling to the surface. He dug his other hand into his underwear to free his balls, and that was all he’d needed. He fingered then pulled at his tight sac.
“Ohhh, fuuuck.”
With a tight hold on his blushing cockhead, he squeezed it repeatedly, letting his seed spill into the toilet. God slammed his eyes shut and bit his bottom lip to muffle the moans threatening to break free. He braced his legs apart trying not to fall, his knees buckling at the intensity of his thoughts of Day underneath him taking his load deep inside him.
“Ugh, damn.”
More come shot from his slit, knocking him back against the stall.
Holy shit.
He let his head fall back and hit the stall door again, trying to catch his breath. If he felt like this just from thinking of him and Day together, God couldn’t imagine how it’d be if he ever got to fuck the gorgeous man.
God had thought of him and his partner together plenty of times, but decided never to act on it. More than a few times he’d caught Day looking at him with want in his pretty eyes. He didn’t consider himself gay, straight, bi… who gave a fuck? God would do whatever and whomever he wanted. Period. It was just that simple to him, because his life was complicated enough without him worrying about a damn label for his sexual preference.
God flushed the toilet and made sure there was nothing on the seat, then left the bathroom. He washed his hands and splashed some water on face. After pulling back his hair, he went in search of his partner who he figured was waiting at his truck.
God pulled on his leather coat as he stepped outside and noticed Day leaning casually against the passenger door. He wanted to wipe that condescending smirk off his face.
“What are you grinning at?” God frowned while unlocking his truck.
Day boldly swept his eyes down to God’s groin and licked his still red lips. “You missed a spot,” he said, and jumped up into the cab.
God walked around the back of the truck’s long bed and looked down at his jeans, and he’d be damned if there wasn’t a small, not quite dry spot there. Dammit. He got up in the truck and started the powerful engine.
“Damn shame to have wasted that in a toilet. I could’ve thought of a couple good places for it to go instead,” Day said nonchalantly, scrolling through his cell-phone messages as if they talked about fucking each other every day.
“Shut up,” he said and peeled out of the parking lot toward the jail.
Day was inwardly pumping his fist at the knowledge that the always cool God had to jerk his dick after all the dirty talk he’d tortured Day with in that conference room. Day was imagining God fucking his hand in some bathroom stall, groaning and moaning his name when he came, and just like that Day’s dick was hard again. Unfortunately he didn’t have the luxury of getting some much-needed relief. Day gazed out the window and palmed his aching cock.
“You all right over there?” God’s deep country drawl ricocheted around the large cab before smacking right into Day’s balls.
“No. Why? You offering to help?” Day looked into God’s eyes.
“Nope,” God responded easily and plucked the small toothpick from his mouth and tossed it out the window.
"Come on, we need to shake this dude down.” God swung into an official use parking space. “He’s going to give us a fucking name today, or he’s going away for way more years than he thought.” God stepped out of the truck and came around to stand beside him.
“Is the ADA already here?” Day said while checking his weapons.
“He didn’t need to come. The offer is the name of the kingpin for twenty years, possibility of parole in fifteen. That’s a hell of a lot better than life.” God was talking to him, but his eyes were scanning up and down his body. Day was going to have fun proving to the big man that he wanted him, and he'd have him too.
“Good cop bad cop.” God smirked.
“Cool. This should be short but sweet… like me.” Day winked
“Let’s go, flirt. Stay focused if you can. And I don’t mean on my cock.” God admonished.