Genesis mouth was wide open. He shook his head with an expression of wonder on his face. “How did you know that?” he said so low God almost didn’t hear him.
He looked into Genesis’s moist eyes.
“I told you I’ve never left. Each year I buy the yearbook from your school and I get your school's newsletter too, which you’re featured in just about every month. Then of course there’s Facebook.”
Genesis gasped. “You’re one of my friends on Facebook?”
God looked a little uncomfortable. “Yeah, I am. I never post anything though. I just read yours.”
Genesis just shook his head in amazement. He pulled out his cell phone and God knew he was opening his Facebook app. Then God saw him snap his head up and hold his smart phone out.
“Are you… do you pay for this too?” Genesis whispered.
“Yeah, Gen, I do,” God said.
Things were real quiet for a little while as God watched the emotions play across his brother’s handsome face. Sorrow, hurt, regret and maybe even betrayal all flashed quickly and God didn’t know what else to say. So leave it to Day to break the tension.
“Okay, girls, let’s not get your panties in a bunch. Stop all this pouting, get your asses up, and let’s play some pool.”
God and Genesis laughed while they inched their large frames out of the booth. Genesis fell in behind Day.
“I like you, Leo,” Genesis said.
“Everyone likes me.” Day winked.
“When you’re ready for a real man, dump Cash and come find me.” Genesis laughed hysterically when he couldn’t dodge God’s grasp quick enough and was wrapped in a tight headlock.
A Good Fuck and Then…..Awwww. Our First Fight
God and Day fell into the front door kissing and grabbing at each other. Day just barely kicked the door shut before he was yanked out of his coat. They’d kept the PDAs to a minimum while with God’s brother, but Day was serious when he said he really needed to fuck his man.
God pushed Day against the wooden door and captured his mouth in a ruthless kiss. Day pulled Cash’s coat off his shoulders, letting it drop down to the floor. Day squeezed the handle of God’s Desert Eagle and sighed at the erotic way his dick jumped from the touch. Day stroked the long black chamber down to the felt grip panel.
“You stroke a man’s gun like that, you might as well be stroking his cock,” God said gruffly and moved Day’s palm to his already fully erect dick and pumped his hips.
Day felt God fumbling with his belt. He yanked his mouth away from God’s and moaned when God gripped the back of his neck, chased his mouth and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and bit it. Day placed both his hands flat against God’s massive chest and pushed him hard. God growled, knocked Day’s hands back down and crashed into him again.
God spun Day around and pushed him hard against the wall while grinding his pelvis into his ass. God made quick work of unzipping Day’s jeans and shoving his hands inside to give his balls a rough massage.
Day bucked back against God. “Ugh. You motherfucker.”
“You going to give it up willingly, or do I have to take it, Leo?” God’s whisky-rough voice vibrated through Day’s body.
Day moaned at the assault, reared back and caught God in his hard abs with an elbow, enjoying the loud grunt from the big man before running up the stairs.
Day was rounding the landing when he heard God call out to him.
“I only enjoy it more when you fight, Leo,” God said taking the stairs two at a time.
Day had shed his clothes in record time and was climbing into the shower without even waiting for it to heat up. Day had just closed the clear door when he saw Cash drop his pants, his blushed cock jutting out angrily.
Day turned his back on God and began soaping his body, ignoring his horny lover; in turn driving him crazy.
The door to the shower opened, and God stepped in behind him. God reached his long arm in front of Day and put the lube on the shelf. Day tried to suppress his smile. God’s huge forearm came around Day’s throat and pulled him against him. God licked his ear lobe.
“You insist on doing things the hard way… don’t you, sweetheart?”
Day didn’t respond and hissed when God punished him for it by biting his jaw. God took the soap from Day and put it back on the shelf, gripping both of Day’s biceps from behind and pushing him roughly against the cold tiles, holding him in position with his bulk.
“Open,” God growled in his ear.
“Fuck you,” Day snarled back.
“As you wish,” God said calmly and slid down Day’s body. He parted his ass with both hands and speared his tongue into Day’s tight hole.