Day was definitely smiling now. “I will hold you with every second that God sees fit to grant me.”
“Well, here’s hopin’ he gives you a fuck ton.”
“Oh, how I love you, my darling angel.” Day snuggled in close.
“I love you too…” Goldie hesitated.
Day sighed in annoyance. “Go on. Say it.”
Goldie grinned. “Say what?”
“You know. What you want to call me.”
Goldie turned his head back for a kiss, teasing, “What? My sweet, adorable, precious murder muffin? That?”
“There.” Day made a big show of rolling his eyes. “Are you happy now, angel?”
“The happiest, baby.” Goldie smiled as he settled once more and closed his eyes. He listened to Day’s gentle breathing, and he was warm and happy, drifting off to sleep with Day’s cock inside of him.
Goldie was really happy, the happiest he’d ever been. He could hardly believe he had this beautiful young man to wake up with every morning and to fall asleep next to every night. He was actually excited about what the future might hold for them, and he had barely thought about next winter because he was confident that his usual depressed mood wasn’t going to be coming back with the snow like it normally did.
Should it even attempt to make a return, he knew Day’s bright smile could chase it away.
All because they’d bumped into each other on the street one day.
Huh.
Maybe God really did work in mysterious ways.
25
DAY
Day woke up with his arms wrapped around Goldie and his soft cock nestled between his cheeks. He hadn’t meant to doze off like that, especially not before he’d taken care of Goldie. He smiled drowsily as he pulled away.
Goldie was still sleeping.
Day crept out of bed to use the bathroom, and he debated whether or not he should wake Goldie to clean him or if they could just take a shower in the morning.
A nice hot shower sounded like a relaxing way to start the day, so he opted to do that.
He finished in the bathroom and then headed back to bed, pausing at the doorway to admire Goldie’s sleeping form.
Yeah, a shower in the morning would be best. Goldie looked so peaceful, and Day hated to disturb him.
His attention was drawn away by someone shouting outside in the hallway.
S?t?u?p?i?d? ?f?u?c?k?e?r?!? ?S?t?u?p?i?d? ?l?i?t?t?l?e? ?f?u?c?k?e?r?!? ?I? ?w?a?n?t? ?m?y? ?s?h?i?t? ?b?a?c?k?.? ?H?e? ?s?t?o?l?e? ?m?y? ?f?u?c?k?i?n?’? ?d?r?u?g?s?.? ?I? ?k?n?o?w? ?i?t? ?w?a?s? ?h?i?m?.? ?I?f? ?h?e? ?k?e?e?p?s? ?f?u?c?k?i?n?’? ?a?r?o?u?n?d?,? ?I?’?m? ?g?o?n?n?a? ?k?i?l?l? ?h?i?m?.? ?
Do you still hear them, son?
Day nodded. He did hear them. He always heard the voices of the unclean.
Then you know we still have work to do.
The mission.
Those whose lips speak with venom, those whose tongues spit lies, those whose hands shed innocent blood, those with hearts that beat with corrupt schemes, those whose loins swell from conflict.
