Nothing Special (Nothing Special 1)

God held his ribs and put one hand up to stop Day’s approach, but it was useless. Day dropped like a martial arts master and did a backward spin kick, effectively knocking both God’s legs from under him and sending him crashing to the ground—and two-hundred and fifty plus pounds hitting the asphalt really hurt.

“The bigger they are, the harder they fucking fall,” Day snarled, and began to move in again.

What the fuck?

God knew Day was quick, he’d seen him in action enough times. God’s only defense was his muscle, but he had to get his hands on Day first, which wouldn’t be easy. God rolled and came up off the ground, quicker than Day expected, and he caught Day’s left punch in mid-throw and spun him around. He yanked Day into his chest but took a hard right elbow to his right cheek before he was able to secure it with the other one.

“Enough,” God growled in his ear. Day’s back was pressed hard against God’s chest, while God held both hands tightly in front of him. “Stop fighting me.”

“No,” Day snapped.

“Stop fighting me, Leo. Because I love you too.” God said, his lips pressed firmly against Day’s ear. “You can’t fuck that other guy because you’re mine,” he whispered.

God felt Day’s body go limp and he took the opportunity to spin him around to face him. He looked into soft hazel eyes and lost himself. “I do, sweetheart. I think I may always have. I just didn’t know it until after you walked out of my apartment.” God took a deep breath and shook his head; his eyes squeezed shut at the vision that popped into his mind. “After I hurt you.”

Day didn’t pull away, but God could see the hurt was still there. Man, how he wished he could take it all back. He swore he would have done it all differently. “Leo. Please forgive me. I’m so sorry, and I promise I’ll never put my hands on you in anger again.” God watched Day for any signs of forgiveness. Day’s head was down, he was still as a rock, and he still hadn’t spoken.

God released Day’s arms, took one hand, and slowly lifted Day’s chin so he could look into those beautiful eyes again. Day’s eyes were moist but focused.

“Say something, sweetheart. Tell me you forgive me. Tell me you love me, or tell me to go to hell, just say something,” God begged, the silence driving him mad.

God was beginning to think he’d really lost his best friend until Day finally spoke. “I usually don’t like endearments, but I think I like you calling me sweetheart.”

He had to blink a couple times before he fully understood what Day had said. He released a harsh breath he didn’t realize he was holding, grabbed Day in a huge bear hug, and turned him around until his back was against the wall. God held him pinned there and attacked his mouth with an urgency unlike anything he’d ever felt. At first it was hard, needy, urgent, before turning soft and gentle.

Day’s lips were so soft and full. God pulled the bottom one into his mouth and sucked it tenderly, making Day release a sexy moan. God’s dick was aching, pressed against his zipper. It’d been a while since he’d had sex, even longer since he’d had sex with a man, but never in his life had he made love. Love was something he thought only existed in cheesy romance novels and chick flicks. He never thought it could be real in him, but it was. He loved Leonidis Day, and was serious when he said he probably always had. His heart had ached tremendously when Day walked out earlier, and it ached all the way until now. Now he had him in his arms, and he wasn’t letting go… ever if he could help it.

God ground his pelvis into Day, seeking some much-needed friction. Day grabbed God’s stubbled cheeks with both hands and thrust his tongue in as deeply as he could. God thought he could orgasm right there in the dirty alley from the way Day was tongue fucking his mouth. God took as much as he could before he yanked his face away and gasped for air. “Jesus, sweetheart.”

Day groaned. “Need you so fucking bad right now. Come home with me.” It was a demand not a request. Day grabbed God’s cock and gave it a hard squeeze.

“Ugh. Fuck yes,” God hissed.

“Want you out of this dirty alley and in my bed in one hour, and don’t fucking keep me waiting,” Day demanded and turned to walk away without a backward look.

Yeah, make me pay, sweetheart.

God practically ran to his truck, ignoring the aches and pains he felt throughout his body. He could just hear Day’s motorcycle revving before he slammed his truck’s door shut.