“Yeah. You guys looked wicked together. I almost came again just watching,” God said. He walked over to the toilet and relieved himself before coming back to the sink and washing his hands and face. “I’m tired, babe. I’ll be in bed.”
“All right, I’m going to relax here for a bit. Tell them to stay the night, okay,” Day said before God could leave.
“Sure.” God shrugged.
Why not? There’s no reason for them to leave in the middle of the night. Obviously we all fit in the bed.
The tub was full so Day turned off the faucet and leaned his head back. He was just thinking of turning on the jets when Ronowski walked in.
“Damn that’s a huge tub.”
Day cracked one eye open. “Come on in then.”
“Don’t have to ask me twice. My fucking apartment’s tub is too small to bathe a toddler. Your house is pretty awesome, man.”
“My grandmother left me this place. Over time I made renovations. I like to build things and take on projects,” Day told him.
Ronowski smiled and stared at him.
“Com’ere,” Day said quietly.
Ronowski slid over and settled between Day’s legs, leaning back against him and letting his head rest on his shoulder. Ronowski turned and nuzzled against Day’s neck.
“I want us to be good friends,” Day said rubbing a plush sponge over Ronowski’s chest in soothing circles as he spoke. “I want you to forget about all the fights and arguments we’ve had, because I already have. I was simply waiting on you to come around, honey. I wouldn’t fault any man for his indiscretions while he was denying his true self… the sexual frustration alone is enough to drive any man crazy.”
“I’d like that a lot.” Ronowski relaxed.
Day hit the buttons for the jest and let the pulsing water beat on his sore muscles. Ronowski turned his mouth to Day, obviously seeking another kiss. Day pressed a few simple kisses against his lips before licking him seductively. As if that was satisfying enough, Ronowski sighed and let his body go limp against Day, both of them content with the whirring sounds of the powerful jets while they unwound.
Day and Ronowski lay there with their eyes closed until Johnson came in the bathroom to relieve himself. “Okay you two gorgeous boys, time for bed.”
Johnson helped them both out the tub.
When they made their way back into the bedroom God was all the way to the left side of the bed and Day could hear his soft snores. Day settled in close putting his back against God’s chest and his man’s arms instinctually came around him. Day held the cover open for Ronowski and waited for him to slide in next to him. Johnson got in behind Ronowski and wrapped his arm around his lover just like God did to him. Day and Ronowski faced each other. He linked their hands together and brought them up to their chests, letting their other hands rest on each other’s waist.
Day’s last thoughts were completely peaceful while he drifted off to sleep with the man he loved and his very good friends.
Special Kind of Friendship
Day woke up and immediately felt like he was in a sauna. Holy hell. The body heat radiating off these men was unbelievable. Somehow in the middle of the night—or early in the morning, however you think of it—they’d all squished in close together.
“Fuck me,” Day groaned in a sleepy voice.
“Okay,” Ronowski answered with his eyes still closed. His voice rough and sexy. He pulled Day’s leg up on his hip and jabbed his morning wood at his navel.
“Seriously. Am I the only one that feels like this bed is the goddamn portal to Satan’s lair? It’s hot as fuck.” Day bitched and wiped at the sweat on his forehead. He pushed Ronowski off him and climbed awkwardly out the bed, kneeing God in his hip in the process.
“Leo, shut the fuck up. It’s too early for your whining,” God grumbled and turned over.
“He’s definitely not a morning person, huh?” Johnson’s voice was deep and groggy.
Ronowski turned in Johnson’s arms and began pushing his hard-on against him. Day spread out in the recliner in the corner of his room, picked up a flat album cover, and began fanning himself with it. He saw Ronowski reach back for God. God took the hint and settled in behind Ronowski while the horny man rocked back and forth between the two large men. God’s hand was on Ronowski’s hip, the muscle flexing under his palm with each move. Johnson’s hand was already working its way down to Ronowski’s cock, stroking him with purpose.
Ronowski came with a strangled cry before Day could really enjoy the show. Then Ronowski was going down south on his man, and Day was sure he’d flip over and give God the same good morning treatment after Johnson received his… so Day sat back and waited for it all to play out.