Nothing Special (Nothing Special 1)

Mick pulled on Day again. “You coming, handsome?”

“No, he’s not. Leave,” God told Mick. His voice was rough and his posture was intimidating.

Mick looked back and forth between Day and God before asking Day, “You know this guy?”

Day was seriously at a loss for words as he stared at his partner that was supposed to be in a hotel room across town.

“Yes, he most certainly does,” God answered for him.

God was restless lying in bed, unconsciously massaging his balls and playing on his phone. He played a couple games, surfed the Net, and began opening various apps. He scrolled past the track-your-lover application and opened it up. Smiling he saw that Day was at home. He’d debated calling him and trying another apology. After an hour of internal arguing, he’d finally convinced himself to do it, until he noticed the red dot on his was moving. Where the fuck are you going this time of night?

God sat up and turned on the small lamp attached to the wall by the bed. As the dot, Day, traveled toward midtown, God began to growl. He knew exactly where Day was going. It was his go-to-spot to get a quick piece of ass. You little bastard.

“I know exactly what you’re doing, Leo. Teaching me a lesson, huh,” God mumbled to himself as he quickly pulled some clothes out of his suitcase.

In less than ten minutes he was fully dressed and squealing his tires out of the Fairfield Lodge parking lot. God barreled down the interstate and into midtown Atlanta like he was on a high-speed chase. He pulled into the alley behind Duff’s bar. He activated the alarm on his truck and made quick steps down the alley. As soon as he got to the end and was about to turn the corner, Day and his boy ran right into him. Now he was shooting daggers at Day’s piece of ass and scowling at his partner.

He took in the young man that Day had on his arm and God had to fight the urge to yank his arm off. Spiky, bleached hair, a fucking midriff net shirt, wet lips, perfectly arched eyebrows—which God really hated—and a tiny frame. He decided to enjoy Day’s loss of words for a couple seconds and slowly raked his eyes down that sexy body to the now-prominent bulge below Day’s belt. God moved in until he was practically standing on top of Day.

“God, what the hell are you doing here?” Day finally spoke.

“Oh my stars! You really are God?” Mick squealed.

God watched Day pinch the bridge of his nose and roll his eyes in obvious embarrassment.

“Seriously!” God snarled, pointing at Mick.

“What. Are. You. Doing. Here?” Day snapped each word this time.

"You’re not the only one that can track your lover,” God said smugly while holding up his phone with the application still open.

Day’s mouth fell open and the shade of red he turned was priceless. He decided to get rid of their excess company and take Day back with him. God looked at Day’s date and put on his best run-for-your-life face and spat menacingly, “Leave. Now.”

“No,” Day spoke before his date could move. “You don’t have to go anywhere, Mick.”

God looked back to Day and spoke in a harsh growl without moving his eyes from his partner’s. “Mick, I say leave now. He says to stay. Whatever will you do?”

Mick turned and ran so fast his image practically blurred.

“That takes care of that,” God said.

Day pushed God out of his space and turned to walk away without another word.

“Oh no, you don’t,” God snarled before grabbing Day around his waist and pulling him back into the darkness of the alley. He pushed Day up against the brick wall and pressed his forehead hard against his. “You think I’m just going to let you walk off?”

“Yep. Just like you did this afternoon,” Day replied without a second thought.

He’d be damned if that response didn’t hurt like hell. He kept their foreheads touching but lost some of his anger. “I apologized for that.”

“You sent me a goddamn text message, coward. Now get off me. I’m going home… alone now, thanks to you,” Day hissed.

“You were really going to fuck that guy?” God asked incredulously.

“You’re goddamn right I was,” Day retorted.

“Even though you’re in love with me?”

Why did God say that? He watched his partner’s face go from mad to stark raving livid. Before he could process what was happing, Day had caught him with a right punch twice to his rib cage making him cry out in pain at his already tender ribs.

“Fuck!” God yelled as he was shoved backward hard enough to almost knock him off balance.

“Can’t believe you just said that, asshole,” Day said while moving in on him again. “Think I’m going to let you string me along?”