Day’s eyes glistened as he smiled up at him and God’s smile fell slowly. He was so in love. Christ. “My husband,” he whispered roughly, an edge of wonder to his tone, like life couldn’t be this amazing to him. “You are my husband, Leo.”
Day rubbed his calloused fingers over the course hairs of God’s goatee. “Yes.”
Day wasn’t sure how long they laid there holding each other, the magnitude of the day sinking into their souls. They were one now, but only officially. He and God had been connected for years. From the first day at orientation when they locked eyes across the room. Day had known, even then, that God was a man he wanted around him for a long time, in whatever capacity he could have him. But only in his dreams did he see this.
Day reached up and pulled the already slackened knot of God’s tie and removed it the rest of the way. He kept his eyes on God’s while he unbuttoned his shirt.
“Aren’t you supposed to go and slip into something sexy for me?” God questioned.
Day couldn’t stop the burst of laughter again. “What is going on with you? When did you learn all this traditional stuff?”
God shrugged. “It’s common knowledge.”
Day nodded, a sneaky grin on his face. “Okay. You put on something sexy and so will I.”
God rolled over and let Day get up. Their luggage had been brought to the room earlier that day by one of their guys, so Day grabbed his duffle bag and went in the bathroom, throwing a seductive look over his shoulder at God before he closed the door.
I’ll show him my sexiest outfit, God thought after Day closed the door.
God took off his suit, removed every stitch of clothing and laid across the bed amidst all those fucking flowers. Naked as the day he was he born. His sexiest outfit. He heard water running and Day moving around, taking his sweet time. God wondered if his husband had packed a thong or something. His cock was thickening at the thought. He reached down and tugged on his balls, groaning at the shock that shot through his entire body. He was worked up already. The fact that he was going to make love to Day as his husband for the first time almost had him getting up and bursting through that bathroom door to toss Day over his shoulder. God spread his legs wider, his toes curling the harder he pulled on his sack.
“You starting without me?” Day’s deep voice cut through his heat.
God jerked his head up to see Day dressed in the exact same outfit as him. “That’s the hottest look you got, sweetheart.” God crooked his finger at him. “Come’re.”
Day crawled up God’s body, dragging his tongue over his shaft as he went.
“Fuck,” God hissed.
Day laid down over him, sealing their hard bodies together from toe to mouth. “You’re everything to me, Cash. You’re my husband.”
God held him close while he ran his hands all over Day’s willing body. Manipulated every erogenous zone he had – he knew his spouse’s body better than he knew his own. He stroked Day between his legs and between his ass cheeks, knew his weakness for that double assault. God teased him and licked him until Day released continuous moans into the large suite, calling out his name and his love for him. God rolled them, laid his husband down tenderly, and made love to him in what felt as powerful and real as their first time.
When they were finished, sweaty and covered in red rose petals, God reached over and grabbed a couple Kleenex from the holder on the bedside table, wiping Day’s come off his stomach and chest, too exhausted to stand and get a washrag. It was extremely late or extremely early, however you wanted to look at it, and they needed to sleep. They had a plane to catch to Aruba soon. A much-needed vacation after way too long. Their task force was the most important thing to them besides each other, but they needed a break. They could trust Syn to hold it down until they returned next week. God stretched out on his back – his best friend, his partner… his husband in his arms – and pulled Day’s leg up over the top of his thighs, sleeping in the same position they did every night. Fitting together effortlessly.
Tech
When the bosses are away, they never hesitated to play. Syn wasn’t to be screwed with, but he was also a big pushover. He loved them too much to not give them what they wanted.
“Come on, Syn. God and Day come back on Sunday, we’ve been sitting around here doing shit for three days. Just say yes.” Green was practically whining.
Syn was at his desk flipping through a magazine, eating a bag of chips like he was barely listening. But they all knew he was.