Day threw his head back and laughed when Genesis started shaking his head back and forth.
“Gen, go down and tell Vikki we’ll be down soon. I have something to say to Day first.” God shoved Genesis toward the door.
“Oh, I know exactly what you have to say to him and I think it goes like this… ‘Ugh, yes! Just like that, sweetheart! Don’t stop! ’” Genesis shouted in mock ecstasy and ran from God as he chased him down the hall. Genesis’s long legs took the stairs four at a time trying to escape his brother.
“I’ll get you later, shithead. Don’t fall asleep before I do,” God yelled down the stairs.
Day laughed at his lover when he came back in the room. “I told you to be quieter when we fuck, babe.” Day smirked.
God looked at Day like he wanted to devour him. “I can’t help it if you make me scream, lover.”
“He is good at that,” the sexy voice said from the door.
God and Day turned knowing glares at their friends.
“What are you guys doing?” God smiled and walked over to kiss both men on their lips, Johnson lingering a little longer, like he always did.
Ronowski slunk into the room and settled in behind Day. He kissed his neck and Day turned and kissed him quickly. “You look good, baby boy.”
“So do you.” Ronowski smiled at him, nuzzling the side of his face.
Day had to admit that they looked pretty good for their party. God was in khaki cargo shorts and a simple white V-neck T-shirt. God’s tan Timberland boots made him look like a roughneck. Day had on black shorts and a black-and-white collared shirt. They’d been sure to tell Vikki that everyone should dress casually, like they normally would for a BBQ. This was an informal party.
“Ro wants to know if you guys feel up to some company tonight,” Johnson spoke up.
God grabbed Johnson’s large biceps and jerked him forward, slamming him into his rock-hard chest. “Why? You ready for me to fuck you, Johnson?” God sucked hard on Johnson’s neck but pulled back before he could leave a mark.
“Maybe I am,” Johnson growled low in his throat and pushed God backward until their muscular bodies slammed into the wall so hard it shook the pictures. They both let grunted before Johnson finally pushed God’s hulking frame off him.
“Holy fuck.” Day panted squeezing his rising cock. “I definitely want to watch you two big motherfuckers go at it.” They both knew where the boundaries lay when they played with Johnson and Ro. There was a silent understanding. No one would top God. That would always be something sacred and special for his one and only true partner.
“Well that sounds like a yes to me. We got our bags in the car. None of us have to work until Tuesday.” Ronowski whooped. He was not shy about showing his excitement over being gay and in love anymore. All four of them had only been together a couple more times after their first time and each time it got better. They’d end with Ronowski and Day swooning in the tub and God and Johnson hugged up in bed watching Sports Center.
Ronowski jumped up into Day’s arms and straddled his waist. He leaned in to lick Day’s lips. “Until tonight, gorgeous.”
Day let Ronowski kiss him with fervor before the beautiful man dropped his toned legs and went back into the arms of his man.
“Just let us get rid of Gen first. I’m sure he’ll go over to Terry’s tonight anyway,” God said while hugging both of them. He told them to go on downstairs that he and Day would be down soon.
When they left God closed the door and locked it this time, making sure that there would be no more interruptions.
“I got a little gift for you, sweetheart, and I wanted to give it to you before the party,” God said pulling a medium-sized wrapped box from underneath the bed.
Day smiled at him and turned and went into the closet and came out with a nice-sized elegantly wrapped box. “I got you something too.” Day placed the box on the bed next to God. They both smiled at each other, still in awe of how much alike they thought. Somehow they both saw it fitting to get each other some type of gift to commemorate their five-year anniversary.
“Open mine first.” Day beamed at him.
God turned toward the package and tore off the thin black-and-silver paper. He frowned when he saw it was a case surrounded with latches that needed to be unsnapped to open it. God looked up at Day with piqued curiosity before lifting the lid on the shiny wood-grain case.
“No way.” God’s eyes almost bugged out his head. “Those are freakin’ beautiful… and so expensive. Sweetheart, what have you done?” God stroked Day’s cheek tenderly. God carefully lifted one of the two identical custom-made .50 caliber Desert Eagles from the felt casing. God looked in amazement at the polished chrome ten-inch barreled weapon, accented with 24K gold appointments, the custom grips were black walnut wood with a lion’s head etched into it.