Page 19 of Before They Were Lovers

“Why are you so damn heavy, man? Shit.”

Day was struggling under his weight as he climbed the few steps to his apartment with him practically draped over his back.

“You’re gonna cause me to herniate a disk.”

But anytime God tried to stand on his own, the world tilted to the left.

Day’s grip tightened on his arm, guiding him past the dark living room. God’s legs felt like redwood logs, unable to give Day much help with his weight.

Day’s hot palm against his back was firm but also comforting, almost too soft for a person like him. But he didn’t want it to move.

This close, he could smell Day’s clean, crisp cologne. Something about his scent calmed him, and the tension he’d been carrying leading up to this shitty day had melted off his shoulders.

He should’ve been embarrassed, needing help with walking, but he was enjoying the way Day handled him.

“You’re a damn mess,” Day muttered close to his ear, his voice like gravel, low and gritty.

God knew he was heavy, but Day’s body was like a reinforced wall, sturdy and strong. It was almost possessive in how he held and controlled God’s movements.

They reached the bedroom, and God stumbled forward, but Day’s strong arms were there again, guiding him to the bed until his body dropped onto a soft surface.

God groaned as the world crashed down with him.

Day stared at him, and God met his partner’s gaze the best he could through his blurry vision.

“You’re so damn handsome,” he slurred.

Day’s eyes widened.

“Fuck, did I say that out loud? Can you hear me speaking?”

“What the hell, God?”

“I hated the way that fancy guy looked at you…like you werehis, like he wanted to devour you.”

“Just stop talking.”

Day’s demand came out rough and slow as if he were suffering.

God should’ve shut up, but instead, he reached for Day, needing to touch him again. His hands felt like they were operating without his permission.

His hands were shoved away before Day grabbed the bottom of God’s hoodie and yanked it over his head.

“For fuck’s sake, God. Don’t you think it’s time to get rid of this thing?” Day cursed. “Did you get it from your neighbor’s high school kid? It’s two sizes too small.”

God let out a slight chuckle.Actually, it’s from a thrift store.The cheap one he shopped at didn’t carry a lot of 3X men’s clothes.

Next, his belt buckle was undone, and his jeans were pulled down his legs, then his socks.

Aaah, that feels better.

God didn’t know how loud he was moaning. He just knew he was.

Day was taking care of him. Anyone else would’ve probably tossed him in an Uber and wished him luck that he didn’t end up on a curb and missing his wallet.

How’d I get so lucky when my entire life has been a shit show? One fuckup after another.

Now, he hadhim. It’d been all him for the last three years. He was sure Day could see how messed up he was, but he didn’t care. Day had seen the darkness in him, yet he stuck around when everyone else had deserted him.

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