Nothing Special (Nothing Special 1)

God’s hands were clinched into fists, resting on the comforter as if he was unsure what to do with them. Day went down further, making sure to use just enough teeth to elicit a hiss but not enough to hurt. He didn’t stop until his nose was buried in the scratchy hairs at the base of God’s dick.

“Fuck!” God cursed, his shoulders coming up off the bed from the pleasure. Day knew God loved that he could take every inch of him and more. He pulled up slowly, dragging the flat of his tongue over that thick vein on the underside of God’s dick. He moaned around the head and went back down again. Damn he’d never be able to get enough of this man. God was more potent than any drug, Day’s own personal brand of heroin. His voice, his body, his attitude, his skills, and his intelligence all came together to make one helluva motherfucking man.

Day reached over to the nightstand for the Slick. God watched him, watched every move he made. Day came back and kissed him hungrily, pushing his tongue in deep so God could taste himself. God wove his fingers through his hair, holding him in place, taking control of the kiss. Day didn’t mind. God needed to be in control of something, so he let him have this. He didn’t stop until God released his head.

Day sucked in a few breaths, lifting up onto his hands. “Turn over, Cash.”

A flash of worry appeared in those mesmerizing eyes right before God moved to do what he was told. Day didn’t say anything about it. He didn’t need to tell his man everything was going to be okay, he had to show him. Day closed his eyes while the smooth sounds of Peterson’s piano calmed him, spoke to his spirit. He gently rubbed his palm up and down God’s strong back. Stroking the large lion, taming the wild beast within his partner.

He maneuvered himself in between those solid thighs, spreading God open. Fuck. Damn, just a glimpse of God’s dark hole had Day wanting to come. He had to compose himself. He couldn’t get too excited, otherwise he’d lose his self-control and do something to mess up this special, very critical moment in God’s life. He covered God with his body from head to toe, giving him security and protection, because that’s how he felt when God was draped on top of him. He believed it worked both ways because his lover exhaled and sank down further into the mattress. He moved God’s long hair out of the way and began kissing his neck while massaging his shoulders.

“Ahhh. Yes, Leo.”

Day was doing it right. He wanted God to get vocal with him, let him know that he was enjoying this. Day ran his tongue down God’s spine until he got to his hips. He rubbed his face against the soft hairs on God’s ass. He gently opened one side of him and felt him tense under his palm. Day began to place soft kisses around his clenched hole before using his tongue to tease at it. God squirmed but he didn’t shy away. Day placed a couple more teasing licks at the tight, furry bud, the dark hairs now slick from his spit, before finally pressing his tongue flat against it, feeling it pulsate. Oh fuck. God spread wider. Fuck yes. Day pushed down on his own aching cock while he swiped his tongue over God’s hole again and again, licking, and blowing on the moist flesh.

“Again,” God moaned, just slightly raising his hips up.

Day’s chest was pounding with restrained energy. He rotated his tongue in figure eights in God’s crease, pressing the tip in just a little. He pulled back and blew more cool air on God’s puckered skin. “Ahh. That’s good.”

Day appreciated the approval so he did it a few more times. God was into it now. He kept up his tonguing while quietly flicking open the cap of the Slick and pouring some lube on two fingers, closing and tossing the bottle to the side. He pushed his tongue in farther, and goddamn his man was tight as hell. God was clenching his muscles at the intrusion of his tongue and Day could only imagine how that was going to feel on his bare cock. He was sure he’d lose it in less than a minute.

Day withdrew his tongue and God’s body trembled beneath him when he rubbed one finger around his hole. He moved it in a circular motion for a few seconds before pushing in slightly. He pulled back, carefully watching God’s reaction. His face was lying on the soft pillow, eyes closed, his brow creased with concentration.

“Relax. It’s gonna feel so good.” Day murmured, pushing his finger in deeper.

God nodded his head and raised his hips higher.