God still gave him a strange look, but nodded his head as if he understood and sat at the breakfast bar.
Whew. I don’t know if my stomach could handle another one of God’s meals.
Over lunch, God told Day about the exchange he’d had with Johnson and Ronowski when he’d left the station last night and Day almost fell of his stool. He pumped his fist in the air at the victory and grabbed God’s face and laid a loud, wet kiss on his cheek. He was so glad his lover decided to push his two biggest headaches together. Johnson could definitely give Ronowski the pounding his stubborn, tight ass needed. Once that happened, Day’s hours at work would go way more smoothly.
Two hours after lunch and God was back to driving Day fucking nuts.
God had just come back in from cutting the already very low grass and was now sitting on the recliner in Day’s bedroom aggressively pushing the buttons on the remote control flipping through the channels.
“Get cleaned up and let’s go to Henry’s,” Day said.
Henry’s was a great sports bar that had awesome all-you-can-eat wings, pool tables, darts, pinball machines you name it. He and Day would go there for hours some days after work, enjoying the atmosphere and good company.
“I don’t want to go there,” God grumbled.
Day looked up from the model car he was building at his desk and glared at his pouting lover.
“I didn’t ask you what you wanted to do.” Day tilted his head in the direction of the bathroom. “Now get your ass in there and get ready.”
God stared at him for a few seconds before yanking some clothes out of his dresser and tossing them on the bed. He cursed under his breath as he stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Day held in his laugh and went back to working on his car.
This is going to be the longest freakin’ two weeks of my life.
Are We All Bonding Now?
Day and God were so happy their required two weeks were over that they were both dressed and getting in God’s truck three hours before they were supposed to be at work. They’d done their meetings with the shrink and even had two sessions together and she deemed them fit to return to duty.
Day had gotten a little nervous during one session when the doctor asked God how he would handle someone hurting Day now and his lover responded by jerking one side of his leather coat open and pulling his long blade from its sheathe.
“Easy, I’d cut their fucking arm off and beat the shit out of them with it,” he’d said.
But Day quickly started laughing and told the concerned doctor that his partner was just playing.
After popping God hard in his stomach, God agreed and said he was indeed joking. When the doctor went back to writing on her legal pad, God mouthed to him, “No I’m not.”
God still thought they just barely passed her requirements.
“Stop by Starbucks,” Day said without looking up from his cell phone messages.
“You drink way too much coffee, Day. I mean all day every—”
“And you fuck too much. I mean all day every day.” Day cut God off. “Do I tell you to stop? No. Instead I feed your addiction. Can’t you provide me the same courtesy?”
God laughed and swung his truck into the crowded Starbucks parking lot. He parked in the back since his truck was too big to fit in the spots in the front. While Day was in the busy shop, God pulled out Mr. Eudall’s TracFone and saw there still were no messages. God was going crazy wondering how his brother and mother were doing. He was so deep in thought he hadn’t seen Day leave the shop and get back in the truck.
Day stared at the phone, watched God tuck it back into his glove box, and speed out of the parking lot. God’s mouth was set in a firm line as his mind drifted to his last two encounters with Genesis. When he pulled into the station’s parking lot ten minutes later he shut off the engine and turned to face his man.
“I think it’s time I tell them,” God said more confidently than he felt.
Day looked him in his eyes telling him that he would support him completely. God grabbed the back of Day’s neck and pulled him to kiss him before it was time to clock in as partners.
“Love you, coffee slut.” God chuckled softly against Day’s lips.
“Love you back, sex slut.” Day licked him.
God and Day walked into the station together and their entire department started clapping, yelling, banging on their desks, and whistling loudly. They made their way through the maze of desks as many of the officers patted them on the back and shook God’s hand. The women were pulling on them and kissing their cheeks.