“Cashel,” Day said softly, his throat still sore from being choked.
God turned around slowly and faced him. Day choked up at the pained expression on his man’s face. He could see that God’s eyes were moist and red-rimmed. Day inched toward him and didn’t stop until he was pressed against that broad chest. God’s strong arms came around him and squeezed him hard. The guttural moan the man released against his temple made Day’s heart seize.
God pulled back and gripped a handful of Day’s hair, pulling so that he was looking up at him. God bent down and gently grazed his soft lips across his. Day’s body vibrated from the sensual feeling. God rubbed his face all over Day’s as if he were a cat marking him with his scent. God’s grip tightened in his hair and he moaned again. Day could feel God’s body trembling and Day didn’t know at that moment if the shaking was from residual fear or need, so he didn’t move as he let his lover do what he needed to do.
God released the punishing grip and his large palms shook as they ghosted over Day’s face. His chin was tilted up by firm fingers and again was blessed with feathery-soft kisses. God leaned back in and draped his arms completely around him and Day embraced him back. The soft piano from the album serenaded them and God just barely rocked their bodies back and forth in a very slow dance. Every few seconds he’d stop to place kisses on his forehead before leaning back in.
When the album finished and the needle lifted, God looked down at him and finally spoke, his voice much more hoarse than usual.
“Shower, sweetheart. I’ll be waiting for you in our bed.”
Day didn’t want to release God, but he did and went into the bathroom, leaving the door open. He undressed quickly and got under the powerful spray. He scrubbed away the sweat, blood, grime, tears, and fears he’d been dirtied with today. He felt so much better after his third wash and finally shut off the taps. Day made quick work of drying his body, brushed his teeth, and walked back into the bedroom. God was already in bed, his large form taking up the entire right side of the California king-size mattress. The stark white sheet was draped loosely over his lower half. Day walked over, grabbed the two bottles of water, and set them on his nightstand just in case he needed them. He climbed onto the tall bed and was grabbed by strong hands and settled on top of his naked lover.
“Cash,” Day moaned.
“Shhh. Just need to hold you,” God said quietly as he rested his chin on top of Day’s wet hair and squeezed him hard against him, protecting him as if someone might come in the middle of the night and try to snatch him away.
Day rose and fell with God’s steady breaths. It was only nine-thirty but it wasn’t long before Day’s exhaustion had him drifting off to sleep.
He was jerked awake only a few hours later by God’s twisting and grunting. Day was being squeezed to death and he was barely able to lift his head to glance at the small digital clock beside the bed. The bright green lights said it was a little after three in the morning.
Day jumped at the loud shout God released into the dark room and struggled to free his confined arms so he could wake his lover.
“Cash, wake up!” Day tried to hold God’s massive arms down as he fought the attacker in his dreams.
“Cash, stop! Wake up!” Day yelled.
“No! Don’t!” God grunted, thrashing beneath Day’s weight.
Fuck.
God was so much stronger than Day and he worried that God would think Day was someone else and start attacking him if he didn’t snap out of it. He was completely on top of God and trying to keep from getting hit. He shook God fiercely and saw him open his eyes wide in terror.
It all happened in the blink of an eye. God locked Day’s arms behind his back and rolled, pinning him down to the mattress and pressing his full weight down on him. Day’s heart rate skyrocketed at the realization that God wasn’t awake yet.
“Cash, it’s me! It’s Leo! Wake up dammit!” he shouted at God and bucked to try to free his hands trapped painfully behind him. His large biceps bulged and flexed with everything he had. He needed to be able to put up his guard. If God started to swing, he had to be able to block the blows.
God blinked again and Day saw the reality seeping in. God’s head jerked back and forth looking all around the dark room.
“Cash, its Leo. Look at me. Look at me,” Day said quickly.
Cash turned and looked down at him and it broke his heart when God squeezed his eyes shut and let go of Day’s arms. Day knew God felt horrible, not only from the nightmare but from potentially hurting him too. Day held in the groan of pain caused by bringing his hands from behind his back and wrapped them protectively around God. He pulled God down to his chest.