Don't Judge

by A. E. Via

  Michaels went over to his bag that was on the floor next to an end table and retrieved a few necessities out of there. Judge hadn’t moved. Michaels stood there in front of him, naked as the day he was born. As if Judge could feel him, his eyes slowly crept open and a timid smile curved his lips. “Sleep well.” He said groggily.

  “Mmhm. I’m all rested now.” Michaels didn’t wait, he straddled Judge’s lap and settled his weight down on him. Judge’s hands found his waist and locked on to him. He leaned in and hugged him, rubbing his thick hands up and down Michaels back, massaging as he did so. “Feels good.” Michaels murmured against Judge’s neck. Oh hell, he smelled divine. Not like the fruity hotel soap Michaels had used, this was Judge’s own shit. Especially suited to mix perfectly with his natural scent.

  Judge pulled Michaels head from his neck, looking at him with those coal-colored eyes. “How are you feeling?”

  “Horny.” Michaels smiled leaning in for Judge’s mouth. Judge laughed against it and Michaels wished it could be like this always. They were having such a good time, secluded away from the whole world, life’s problems on hold for a while. It was easy to play pretend when things were like this, when no one was around to criticize and past judgment.

  “I can see that.” Judge looked down between them, and Michaels cock grew harder at the appraisal.

  “Touch me.” Michaels moaned.

  Judge wrapped his meaty fist around Michaels’ girth and stroked him slowly. Only enough to stoke the fire building deep inside him. Michaels ground his ass against Judge’s cock, feeling it plump and stab at his ass. Judge’s breaths were coming faster as he raised his pelvis to meet some of Michaels thrust. His head hung low watching their connection, the top of his head pressing against Michaels’ chest, he dug his hands into Judge’s thick hair, kissing the top of his head.

  “Damn you feel good.” Judge whispered.

  “I need you inside me, Judge.”

  Michaels was gripped around his back and hefted up into Judge’s arms, his legs still hooked behind that muscular back.

  “Grab the shit.” He told Judge.

  Judge bent and grabbed the lube and condoms. He held him tight as he walked them back to the bedroom and closed the door.

  “Are you sure Switch is good?”

  “He ain’t going nowhere. This isn’t Books first watch. He’ll let us know immediately if Switch tries to make a move.” Judge said climbing up on the bed and laying down on top of him. All his weight was overwhelming and smothering. He wasn’t trying to not crush him. Judge was giving Michaels all he had. Take all of me or nothing at all. He wrapped his legs tighter around Judge, letting him know, he could take every fuckin’ pound and more if he had it.

  As if having the same thoughts at the exact same time, they both went for each other’s mouths. Quickly getting reacquainted. For someone that supposedly didn’t kiss, Judge was wonderful at it. Michaels splayed his hands out to the sides and let Judge kiss his way down his flat stomach. His skin lighting ablaze with each flick of Judge’s tongue.

  Judge wasn’t about teasing, and thank the heavens for that. His mouth was on Michaels’ cock, taking him down to the root before he could prepare himself for the vast sensations. “Fuckin’ hell.” Michaels grunted, his head slamming back into the pillow. He ignored the stinging from the cuts on his face and concentrated on something that felt so much better.

  Judge hollowed his cheeks and pulled hard when he eased back up Michaels’ length. He went down again, gagging on the head touching the back of his throat. Michaels thought his brain would melt. Judge looked absolutely sinful down there between his legs, working hard to take him in. “Is it too much, babe?”

  Judge released Michaels’ head with a loud pop. “Hell no. It’s just right.” Judge did it again. Chocking and gasping around Michaels’ dick, his saliva running down into his pubes as he fought to take all of him.

  “Yes, show me, Judge. Take it all.” Judge had almost all of him in his mouth and Michaels thrust up, feeding Judge the last couple inches. He reached down and ran his fingertips around the base of his dick, feeling Judge’s mouth stretched so wide around him. “Holy shit.”

  Judge pulled off again and took in a gulp of breath. “Fuck, you’re big.”

  “Keep doing that and I’ll be finished before we even get started.”

  Judge lapped at the thick, flushed head, digging for any trace of Michaels’ fluid. “I can’t help it. You taste so good.” Judge cupped his hands under Michaels’ ass and used it to push his dick deep down his throat.

  Michaels arched his back. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”

  Judge sucked harder, starting a fast rhythm. Michaels couldn’t help but close his eyes and pant through the exhilaration. As soon as Judge slipped his thick digit deep inside him, Michaels yelled out his bliss, not caring who could hear him. “Judge! Fuck!” That finger shoved in as deep as he could get it and Michaels’ come exploded up his shaft, shooting onto his chest. Judge growled, rubbing Michaels’ seed into his skin. Aggressively massaging the pearly liquid into his strained pecs.

  He was still breathing heavily when Judge went to flip him over onto his stomach. Michaels was ready for that big cock but not in this position. Not this time. He put up his forearm, stopping Judge from maneuvering him.

  “What’s wrong?” Judge’s voice was so rough and sexy while he skirted the edges of overwhelming need.

  Michaels looked up into Judge’s confused eyes. “Nothing is wrong.” Michaels rose up on his knees and placed the palms of his hands on Judge’s thick chest and pushed him down on the mattress, quickly straddling his strong hips. “Tonight, I’ll watch you, while you come undone. Tonight. You’ll see exactly what you do to me.” Michaels ripped open the condom and oh so slowly eased it down Judge’s dick. He knew the lazy strokes he gave Judge was bordering on torture especially while he rocked his ass back and forth over that sheathed rod, not doing enough to penetrate. Judge pushed the lube in Michaels’ hand and he couldn’t stop the satisfied grin. Not wanting to prolong it another second, he slicked Judge up real good and rose up to position the tip of Judge’s dick to his hole. He concentrated on not closing his eyes and gingerly sank down on him until his balls settled into the dense dark pubic hairs. Michaels shivered and sighed dramatically, he was so damn full he could hardly breathe.

  “Goddamnit.” Judge grunted, his tight abs obscured by all the slick black hairs covering his chest and abdomen. He could see him fighting for control, fighting not to thrust up into him. What else could he see in Judge’s smoldering charcoal gaze? There was something more there besides lust, there was hope too.

  Michaels leaned in until his own damp chest was flushed with Judges’, until he was only inches from his face. He languidly licked Judge’s parted lips and lifted his hips up. “You feel so good to me. Do you know that?” Michaels whispered against Judge’s lips, nipping the top one before sucking on the bottom. He dropped his ass bag down with enough force to wrench a startled gasp from the big powerhouse beneath him. “Do I feel good to you too, babe?”

  Judge didn’t answer him with words but his drowsy eyes, shallow breaths and the perspiration beading up on his tanned forehead told Michaels everything. He set an easy pace. Not wanting to rush them. Tomorrow they’d be heading home, he wasn’t sure what was in store for them because if this was their last time together… even for a while. He wanted it to be explosive, he wanted it to last longer than five minutes. Judge gripped him tight around his waist but he didn’t try to control his movements. His touches on his ass and the base of his spine felt like romantic caresses.

  Michaels snaked his hands under Judge’s head and fisted two handfuls of that black unruly hair. Hunching his back and rocking back and forth making sure his desperate hole swallowed every inch was bringing him to the cusp of completely falling apart. That fat head was nudging and scraping over his prostrate with every stroke. Judge held him tight to him and began to rock his hips up to meet him on the down stroke. Mich
aels threw his head back and groaned hard at the extra inch of depth. It made a big damn difference. He was gonna blow. Looking at how sexy Judge was, how much power was between Michaels spread thighs as he wound his ass against Judge’s pelvis, begging for Judge to make him feel him tomorrow and the next day and the next.

  Judge pushed until he was sitting straight up, forcing Michaels up with him. “You do feel good, Austin. So much fuckin better than good.” Judge wrapped his arms around him and massaged all the way up his back while he rode him slow and deep. Judge’s hooked his hands on Michaels’ shoulders and pushed him down to meet his fierce thrust.

  “Oh god!” Michaels shook blissfully.

  “Just like that.” Judge panted against his throat. “Need to be as deep inside you as I can. I need… need… fuck.”

  “Tell me.” Michaels’ arms were around Judge’s neck while he held on. He rested his cheek on Judge’s shoulder and settled in for the ride. “What do you need, Judge? I’ll give you anything you want.”

  Judge’s pace picked up and next thing Michaels knew his neck was gripped tightly and his mouth was captured in an aggressive and challenging kiss. Michaels grimaced and slammed his eyes shut, his orgasm firing to the surface. Judge held the back of his head, licking and biting hard at his throat while Michaels took all that his partner gave him. Judge may not be able to express exactly what he needed but Michaels could read him. Although he wanted to curl up against Judge and go right back to sleep after coming that hard, nothing was more pertinent than him making Judge come just as hard. Judge surprised the hell out of him when he ran his two of his fingers through the come that had spread between them and smeared it over Michaels’ swollen red lips. He licked his lips first, coating his tongue right before Judge swooped in and consumed his mouth taking his liquid energy. Stole all he could before licking the rest off his fingers, sucking each one the same way he’d just sucked his cock.

  Michaels was drunk. He looked back into Judge’s eyes trying to show Judge without telling him that he wanted him for more than just one more night. He wanted to get to know him, he wanted to make him smile and laugh again, wanted to go see action movies and shoot pool and eat unlimited wings like God and Day did every Saturday night. Fuck. He wanted to cook dinner for him, and go for long walks with Bookem. He wanted to curl up on the couch and read to him, laughing as he tortured him with his tawdry romance novels. Wanted to take long weekends at his family’s summer cabin and fish, and fuck until they were exhausted. Could Judge see all that in his eyes right now?

  He felt Judge tense, felt his thighs go rigid beneath him and knew he was going to get his reward. “Come for me, Judge. I need that from you.” Judge twitched and grunted, his thrust speeding up, chasing his nut until he finally caught it.

  “Uggggh! Fuuuuck! Austin!” Judge buried his pulsing cock as far as he could. Roared and came deep inside him, that goddamn latex stingily stealing what he considered his. Wanted that come filling him up, burning his insides, marking him. Judge clawed at his back, dug his blunt nails into his ass, pulling his cheeks apart while he shuddered through the aftershocks.

  After a few more seconds Judge dropped back down to the mattress taking Michaels with him, folding him tight into his chest. Michaels rose and fell with each labored breath while they came down from the most natural high in the world.

  Chapter Thirty-two

  Judge tenderly rubbed the man in his arms. He tried not to think too much but his mind kept venturing to the beyond. Beyond this efficiency, beyond tomorrow… next month. Could he and Michaels do the whole relationship thing? Honestly he wasn’t sure. He felt over the fucking hill. For the first time in years, he just didn’t know what he should do and that made him feel like an old fool. There was so much to consider. Michaels was young, gorgeous, a force to be reckoned with. If this guy was crazy enough to actually want him. Judge was a simple man. His life, his job may appear adventurous but even that was taking its toll. An actual relationship. Hell. He wasn’t the Hallmarky’-pick-out-China guy, or a gay man that wanted an over-the-top wedding where he had to wear a ridiculously uncomfortable tux and pay thousands for people he didn’t even consider real friends to come eat and drink for free. Oh my hell. He sure as shit didn’t want to have game nights and unnecessary dinner parties with other gay couples. This was stupid. It would never work.

  Michaels squirmed in his hold but Judge still couldn’t let go. “You’re thinking so hard you’re preventing me from going to sleep.”

  He chuckled lightly. He was thinking hard. Every time Michaels spoke, or looked at him like Judge was the stars and moon, when Austin accepted him inside of his body, all Judge’s inhibitions went out the window. He cradled his bad detective close to him and closed his eyes. They may not have forever, but they did have right now. Judge must’ve dozed off because the next thing he remembered was jolting up in bed at the sound of Bookem’s angry barks. He was naked as a jaybird, he grabbed his weapon off the night stand, stumbled into his cutoffs while running through the living room. He barged into the room and saw Switch standing on the other side of the bed, looking slightly pale.

  Judge clicked his teeth and Bookem immediately settled down. “What the fuck are you doing? Didn’t I show you what he’d do if you went for that window?”

  “I wasn’t going for the window. I need to take a piss.” Switch said angrily, pacing back and forth.

  Jduge nodded his head in the direction of the bathroom. “Go.”

  Switch ambled on the other side of Judge and hurried out the door, rushing across the hall to the bathroom. The sound of a steady stream of piss hit his ears a second later and Judge hoped the man hadn’t pissed on the floor before he made it to the toilet. Judge rubbed the back of his neck, calming his nerves. He’d never mixed business with pleasure but he was so past that blurred line now, he thought, fuck it. As long as the job got done. He could hear the shower running in the other bedroom and cursed at the way his cock began to rise to attention when he pictured Michaels in there soak and wet.

  “Hey. You got some toothpaste, mouthwash, razors or something so I can clean up too?” Switch called from the bathroom.

  Judge unfolded his arms and pushed off the hallway wall. “Stay, Book.” Judge ordered and walked into the living room to get his toiletries bag. He pulled out an extra toothbrush, his toothpaste and a disposable razor. He tossed the items on the sink and leaned back against the wall, leaving the bathroom door wide open.

  “Can you take these off, so I can clean myself?” Switch gestured at the wrist shackles.

  “Nope. You got plenty of room.”

  “I can’t use disposable razors, man. It gives me razor bumps.” Switch looked at him incredulously.

  Judge scoffed and rolled his eyes. “If I were you buddy, with where you’re going, I wouldn’t be worried about looking pretty.”

  Switch threw the razor on the floor. “Fuck you.” Dropping his head and bracing the sink, Switch bristled. Judge still has his firearm at his side, ready if Switch felt like he’d press his luck.

  “Move it. Clean up or either get back in your room. I don’t care. But I’m not going to watch your temper tantrum.” Judge snarled.

  “I can make you rich.” Switch whispered. “I’m willing to give you one hundred thousand dollars. Cash. Today. Just… before he finishes.” Switch pointed to the other room. Hurrying to plead his case. “Just tell Detective Michaels I escaped. I can wire the money to you. I swear I will. You can be rich and retire.”

  Judge stepped into the bathroom and Switch’s eyes lit up like Judge was about to accept his offer. Instead, Judge struck out and backhanded Switch across his cheek like the little bitch he was behaving like. Switch’s head snapped back, his eye’s going wide with surprise.

  “What the fuck, man?”

  Bookem let loose a couple warning barks and Judge stepped back out into the hall, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall like he was bored. “First of all. One hundred grand is far from rich. Se
cond. You could’ve said one hundred million and I’d still be insulted. Obviously you know nothing of honor, that’s why I’m taking your dumb ass to prison. Now shut the fuck up and finish in here or else you can go back to your room, and your ass will be nice and filthy when you go through booking and get your cavity check.”

  “Judge.” Michaels called out to him.

  “I’m right here hone -” Judge stopped abruptly. Caught himself. He was about to call Michaels, honey. Jesus Christ. Thank goodness Switch was already in the shower or surely he would’ve caught it. Maybe Michaels had too but he didn’t let on if he did.

  “Everything cool?” Michaels came around the corner in a pair of basketball shorts, his chest still wet from his shower. His hair looked darker than it was and slicked straight back, Judge smiled because he looked Italian. With that strong Roman nose and square jaw - one side covered in bruises - add in the man’s temper and feisty attitude, he may actually be.

  “What are you smiling at?” Michaels purred walking closer to him.

  Judge pulled Michaels to him and pinned him against the wall, crowding into him. He didn’t say a word. Just dipped down and placed a tender kiss against those perfect lips. There was no longer any urgency, completely surprised, Judge didn’t feel like he had to get all he could now because for the first time, he felt there could be a later.

  “You smell good.” Judge mumbled distractedly, being extra careful as he kissed the dark bruises on the right side of Michaels’ face. “You feel good too.”

  Michaels hummed appreciatively, tunneling his fingers through Judge’s beard. As soon as he did, Judge’s cock went from semi-erect to hard enough to drill for oil. He groaned and nipped at Michaels’ mouth again, demanding entrance when he heard the shower cut off. They needed to separate but neither of them moved. Judge held Michaels’ blazing eye contact until the detective glanced towards the bathroom, yanking them back to what they should be focused on.