Ruxs just barely got out his own guttural shout before his balls tightened exquisitely and come burst from him, hitting Green’s shins, coating his foot. With his head bowed, and bathed in his partner’s come, he bit into the fleshy part of Green’s thigh and let his orgasm course through him. Lived in it. Loved it. “Fuuuuck,” he moaned. No one could make him come this hard but the man he loved.

They rested against each other for several minutes, until Ruxs felt Green pulling at his shoulders. He stood on shaky legs and let himself be maneuvered into the hot shower. Both of them were sweating, the steam adding to their already sweltering body temperature. Ruxs leaned against the heated tiles. He was exhausted. He was satisfied. Green leaned against him chest to chest. Murmuring sleepily against his mouth, “You look good with my come all over your beautiful face.”

Ruxs smiled lazily. It’s all he could muster. Green began to wash him. They stared into each other’s eyes. Their looks saying everything that they were too tired to say. Ruxs finally understood how Day and God were able to communicate without speaking. A look from your lover could tell you so much.

They just barely towel-dried before falling into bed in each other’s arms. Sleep came fast. Seven a.m. came even faster.

The Funeral… The Surprise

“Curtis. Are you getting ready? The limo will be here in fifteen minutes,” Green yelled outside his bedroom door.

“Yeah, Dad, I’ll be down in a minute,” Curtis yelled back, a big smile splitting his face. He had a dad. He had two dads, actually. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was. His mom always told him that when God closed a door, he opened a window. Although the Lord took his mom up to heaven, He gave Curtis two dads to pick up right where her love left off.

He looked in the mirror on top of his new dresser. His tie was still crooked. Augh. He untied it and left it hanging around his neck. One of his dads would fix it. He looked around for the shoes his new grandmother bought for him to wear today. He was honestly ready for this day to be done. He was ready to go back to school; he was ready to go back to work. All day people were gonna be hugging him, holding him, telling him everything was going to work out and be alright – which he already knew. He didn’t want anyone feeling sorry for him. He really was okay. But only his dads knew that, and hopefully they’d run interference today.

The minister was concluding the lovely graveside service with his final resting prayer, “Please bow your heads for prayer.”

Curtis lowered his head but he didn’t close his eyes. He looked at his mother’s beautiful casket and the gorgeous arrangement of white roses, Peruvian, and his mom’s favorite Oriental lilies draped over the polished, solid mahogany casket. He couldn’t thank Vickie enough for all she’d done. Everything was exactly how his mother wanted it. Even the weather. A comfortable sixty-five degrees.

“may her son grow to be the man she envisioned…”

Curtis felt one of his dads tighten his embrace. Green had his arm draped around his shoulders, his heavy bicep resting on his neck. Ruxs on the other side of him, not holding him but leaning against him as support. The few chairs were occupied by him and his dads and the women that were there. The wonderful men that he worked for stood behind him and off to the side, all of them present. They looked nice in their suits. It wasn’t often that they wore them, except for when they had to testify in court.

“she fought bravely, and may she rest peacefully …”

Curtis peeked over to the side. God had his arm over Day’s shoulder holding him close to him, both their heads lowered with their eyes closed. He could just see God’s thumb lightly moving back and forth on Day’s shoulder. They were such an awesome couple, two more of the greatest men he’d ever —. Curtis’ thoughts skidded to a halt in his mind. His eyes widened and his body tensed in response to the sight. Both his dads must’ve felt it, because each one kept their eyes closed but moved in closer to him.

Oh my lord. It can’t be. But it most certainly was. What in the heck is he doing here? Why in the hell was the star wide receiver of the Georgia Bulldogs at his mother’s funeral? The man that made history by coming out and telling the world he was bisexual two years ago. He was a hero, and he looked the part. He stood tall, at least 6’2”, or 6’3”. His wavy, dirty blond hair was longer on top than the cropped hair on the sides. Dark shades covered what he knew were magnetic, emerald-green eyes. His broad shoulders made his suit hang beautifully on his large body. Curtis’ mouth watered at the thought of all those muscles. He’d gotten glimpses of the man’s chest and biceps when the reporters and cameramen of ESPN would go in the locker room to listen to the coach congratulate his team on a win.

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