“I got you, Cash. It’s all right, it’s just a dream,” Day whispered softly while stroking God everywhere that he could reach.
God’s heart was beating so hard Day could feel it against his own bare chest. He dug his fingers in God’s long hair and massaged his scalp. God squeezed him back.
“He shot you. I couldn’t get to you in time and he shot you,” God said through ragged breaths.
“Fuck,” Day hissed and held God tight to him. “No. You did get to me in time. I’m right here with you. You saved me. You will always save me.”
Day opened his legs and let God sink in between them.
“Damn, I love you so fucking much,” Day whispered.
Day placed kisses on the side of God’s face while God had his nose buried in his neck, breathing him in. They lay still while both of their heart rates returned to normal.
Day moaned softly when God began to grind his hard pelvis in to him. Day’s cock hardened almost instantly and he felt dizzy from the fast rush of blood to his groin.
“Mmmm. Fuck, yeah. Do it, Cash. Take what you need from me,” Day spoke with his lips pressed to God’s ear. His man needed to be assured that he was fine and right here with him. That God had saved him.
God brought both his hands down to Day’s thighs and pulled them up so his feet were flat on the mattress on either side of him. The nightmare had left him hungry with need and power. Although in the dream, God didn’t get to Day in time and Hansen had shot his lover, God had torn the man apart with his bare hands. His coworkers were yelling and cheering him on like at an underground, to-the-death cage fight. He growled, beat, and clawed at Hansen until the man was nothing but a large mass of blood, his limbs thrown in various directions from God’s rage.
He woke up and he was on top of Day and it’d scared him. He didn’t want to ever hurt him while he was asleep, he’d never forgive himself if he did. But Day was strong and capable. Although he was smaller than God—most men were—Day was muscled and fit. His strong chest had defined pecs and flat, ripped abs. His shoulders were sculpted and his biceps had thick veins that protruded when he flexed the large muscles. Day would fight back if he had to and God would be damned if that thought didn’t make him crazy with lust.
Day was underneath him, driving his own hard cock up into him, and demanding that he take him now. God grunted with each hard thrust and bit Day on his shoulder to keep from yelling when Day gripped his aching cock in a tight fist and stroked it roughly.
“Fuck me, goddammit,” Day cursed.
Day fumbled in the nightstand for the lube while they continued to hump each other like wild teenagers. When Day pulled out the supplies, he threw the condom at God and barked at him to put it on.
God’s hands shook profusely while trying to pull the tight latex over his dick as he watched Day lube his own fingers and push two of them forcefully into his ass. Day’s teeth clenched and his eyes slammed shut while he fucked his fingers, quickly reading himself for him.
He’s mine.
God pulled Day’s fingers from his ass, gripped both his wrists, and slammed them against the padded headboard, pinning his hands to the soft leather. He held Day in a submissive position with one hand and used his other to line his cock with Day’s tight hole. He looked into Day’s eyes and saw that his man understood what he needed. He pressed his mouth to Day’s pursed lips and at the same time rammed his cock inside him until his balls slammed against Day’s ass.
They screamed in both agony and bliss. Day’s ass clamped God’s cock in a viselike hold and scorched his dick with a heat that burned him to his toes. God didn’t wait for Day to adjust. He pulled out to his head and plunged back into him repeatedly.
This was not going to be gentle, it wasn’t going to be pretty, it was going to be fast, brutal, and uncontrolled. God held tight to Day’s wrists above his head with one hand and dug into Day’s smooth ass cheek with the other, pulling him open wider.
God’s head was buried in Day’s neck and he lived in his man’s screams as he pounded his ass. Day was his and only his and anyone that challenged him would feel his wrath. His orgasm exploded and he roared loud enough that if Day had close neighbors they’d be calling the cops. He pushed in to the hilt and pumped his come into the rubber, filling it to capacity, again wishing he didn’t have that fucking barrier.