“I think…” Day took a deep breath. “I think it’s all right to talk to you. When it’s just us. There are certain bonds that are sacred in the eyes of the Lord. Like the ones between family, and…” His lashes fluttered, and his smile turned bashful. “Other kinds.”
“Like lovers?” Goldie suggested.
“Yes. Like that. I want to take care of you, angel.” Day eased Goldie’s legs down with gentle caresses, and then he made them both gasp when he pulled out.
Goldie enjoyed the special treat of watching Day finally remove his sweater. It was somehow more sensual now, especially knowing his come was certainly staining it. Day didn’t seem to mind, although Goldie noted that he folded the sweater neatly instead of balling it up. Goldie watched him dive back between his legs so fast that it made him laugh.
Day grinned as he got settled with Goldie’s thighs up on his shoulders, and he sighed longingly. “Oh, my angel. If only you could see what a vision I’ve made of your body.”
“Tell me,” Goldie said softly, a shiver of lust trying to get his cock stirring again. “Tell me what you did.”
“You’re so open.” Day bowed his head and licked over Goldie’s asshole. He moaned and licked it again, his tongue easily sliding inside. “Mmm, you’re so wet. So soft.” He was lapping up his own come, hugging Goldie right against his face. “Mmm, angel.”
Goldie melted all over again, and he wished he was about twenty years younger and not a broken wrestler with a bad back. He would have gladly hit the sheets with Day again, but he enjoyed the sweet attention anyway. He stretched his arms over his head, grunting happily. “Oh, that’s nice, baby. God, yes. Lick it fuckin’ clean.”
Day eagerly licked and sucked at Goldie’s hole, his feet lazily kicking back and wagging back and forth in the air. He was so relaxed that he might as well have been chatting on the phone and gossiping instead of eating out Goldie’s asshole. It was weirdly endearing, and Goldie loved every second of it.
When Day was finally satisfied, he pulled back and reverently slid his fingers down the cleft of Goldie’s ass. “Mmm, my angel.” He kissed Goldie’s thigh. “Roll over. I need to get you ready for bed.”
“Oh, you do?”
“Yes, I do.”
Goldie worked on turning over onto his stomach while Day left the bedroom. Goldie wasn’t sure what he was up to, but he was happy to stretch out and enjoy the residual thrum of pleasure from getting most righteously fucked.
God, that was good.
No, that was better than good. That very well might have been the best sex of Goldie’s entire life. He felt wonderful, happy, and there was an itch deep within his very being that finally felt like it had been scratched. He hadn’t known how badly he wanted to give himself to another person like this, and wow, there was nothing that could compare.
He was happy.
He didn’t care about his old stuff going for ludicrous amounts of money in those stupid auctions or Florence trying to hit him up to use him for clout. He was hurting, yes, but not so much that he regretted anything he’d done tonight. Whatever silly pound sign bullshit might be trending on social media right now was of no consequence when he had a young man with the most gorgeous big brown eyes and the brightest smile…
Day returned with a washcloth, a bottle of lotion, lidocaine patches, and a cup. He seemed to be holding something in his fist, which turned out to be a pill he offered to Goldie’s lips once he’d set everything else down. “Here, angel.”
Goldie hoped Day wasn’t offended that he checked the pill first. He recognized it as his pain medicine. “Thank you.” He took the pill and lifted his upper body up enough to accept the cup, getting a sip of water to wash it down with.
Day set about wiping Goldie’s body down, paying special attention to his cock and between his legs. He kissed Goldie’s hip before urging him to move onto his stomach. It wasn’t graceful, but Goldie managed to roll over, flopping flat on his face. Once he was there, Day put new lidocaine patches on.
He placed each one carefully, and he made sure they were perfectly straight and free of wrinkles. He picked up the lotion then, squirting some out on his hands and rubbing them together so it was warm when he touched Goldie’s back.
Oh, Christ, he was going to give Goldie amassage.
Goldie moaned, immediately in love with Day’s strong fingers rubbing along his spine and shoulder blades.
Day started off gentle and slow, gradually increasing the pressure as he worked his way around Goldie’s back. He straddled Goldie’s thighs as he got more into it, and he rubbed Goldie’s tender ass cheeks, tracing the lines of all the handprints he’d undoubtedly left behind. He then shifted upward to focus on the tension in Goldie’s neck and shoulders with wide sweeps of his hands.
It was the perfect end to a perfect afternoon.
“You’re gonna put me to sleep,” Goldie mumbled drowsily.
“Go on.” Day was smiling judging by the sound of his voice. “Go on and lie down, and may your sleep be sweet.”
“Mmm, oh, without a doubt.” Goldie chuckled. “Make sure you wake me up for dinner, all right?”
Day kissed Goldie’s shoulder. “Yes, my angel. I will.”
Goldie smiled, and he let Day’s adoring touch lull him away into a deep sleep. He’d had professional massages that didn’t feel half as good as this did. As he drifted off, he thought he heard his phone dinging off in the living room where he’d left it.
