Don't Judge

by A. E. Via

  Judge’s back was hunched over while he dug in as deep as he could. Sweat poured off him, the night air doing nothing to the inferno burning inside him. Michaels clenched tight around him, Judge thought he was coming, caught him off guard that his spirited bottom was yanking his orgasm from him. Set him a few degrees past burning. Judge buried as deep as he could, his cock throbbed angrily, and his balls drew up close to him. He threw his head back and roared as he came so far inside Michaels’ body making him his forever.

  “Fuuuck. Mark that hole, babe. Yeah.” Michaels was pushing his ass up into Judge but there wasn’t another inch available, every part of him that could fit was inside Michaels already. His sexy partner moaned while Judge rode out the last shivers of his orgasm.

  Judge fell to the side, arms thrown over his head, his heart beating so fast he thought he’d pass out. Michaels chuckled next to him. Leaned over and kissed, laughed, swam in the moment. Michaels buried his nose in Judge’s armpit, inhaled him a while before he licked around the fury patch in the center, slicking down the fine hairs with his spit. Judge held Michaels head in place, moaning the more Michaels bathed him. “Feels good.” Judge whispered. It was absolutely the most erotic thing in the world. Judge’s eyes opened back up and he noticed right before he felt that Michaels was still hard as stone. “You didn’t come.”

  “Nope.” Michaels said pushing until Judge was on his stomach.

  Oh fuck yeah. My power top.

  Chapter Thirty-nine

  It took every ounce of power Michaels had not to come while Judge fucked him like a madman. Took him to heaven and back again. It was sweet torture, but now he’d have his revenge. He wanted Judge’s ass with his bare cock too. Needed to breed that fine hairy ass, relish in the power that he owned it. Michaels was drunk with control. He slapped Judge’s ass and the big man rumbled a sexy laugh into the damp sheets. Michaels growled, parting Judge’s ass, opening him up. He spat on the tight star and delved down to steal a few licks. “Dark pretty fuckin’ hole.” He murmured to himself.

  “This ass is mine. Only I get it. I will be allowed to take this ass any time I want it and any way I want it. And I want it right fuckin’ now.”

  Judge moaned and rose up to his knees in answer. Michaels gripped the base of his dick. “Oh my god. Look at you.” Michaels put his tongue deep inside Judge’s cavern, stabbing it in and out without mercy. Judge’s sensual moans spurred him on, had him overwhelmed with want. Michaels quickly spread the lube down his length. Holding on to Judge’s shoulder with one hand, he parted one fuzzy cheek with the other and slid his lubed cock up and down that dark crevice. Driving both of them mad.

  “Fuck me. Austin.”

  Michaels grunted at the first couple inches of penetration. Judge hissed a satisfied ‘yes’ and Michaels plunged in until his balls nestled against the soft fur on Judge’s ass. Michaels moaned low, his voice raw and rough. His pace didn’t match his dirty talk. The in and out tempo was slow and easy. Michaels used Judge’s thick shoulder to drive in deeper each time. He angled to the right, his dick had already mapped out Judge’s erotic zones and Michaels hit it each time.

  “Goddamnit.” Judge rumbled beneath him.

  “I love you.” Michaels sighed against the moist skin at the base of Judge’s neck.

  “Do I feel good, babe?” Michaels whispered against Judge’s temple, his tongue licking out to claim the beads of sweat that slid across his brow.

  “Austin, fuck. Yeah. Right. There. Like. That.” Judge said between deep-seated thrust.

  “Mmmm, yes.” Michaels whispered. He spread his legs and flexed his hips harder, pulling more words from Judge. “I remember when you wouldn’t talk for me. Made me fuck the hell out of you to hear you moan my name. Now listen to those pretty fuckin’ words. All for me.” Michaels pried Judge’s mouth open wider, pulling the thick hairs on his chin. He speared his tongue in Judge’s sexy mouth. “Louder. Yell louder.” Michaels demanded. He pulled out to the tip, slammed back in to Judge’s ass, and Judge called out into the night air. His moans carried away on the breezes drifting off the lake. Michaels pistoned his hips four, five more times and then slowed it back down. Let Judge catch his breath.

  “Oh my fuckin’ god.” Judge panted.

  “That’s what I like. Talk dirty to me, lover.” He eased his hands under Judge’s body, resting his splayed palms over Judge’s hard pecs. He squeezed them, squeezed Judge to him while he rested his cheek on Judge’s spine. His hips just barely moving up and down, wanting to stay connected. He pinched Judge’s nipples and bit him on his neck. Seduced Judge every way he knew how.

  Michaels’ eyes rolled at the feeling of being bare inside Judge like this. It felt so real, he felt loved. The moonlight shining on Judge’s dark skin. Every thrust took him closer to nirvana, but he kept his tempo steady, no rush to reach their final destination. Road the ride of pleasure until once again the heat became too much. Every nerve ending was frayed with fire. Michaels squeezed the back of Judge’s neck, turned his head so he could kiss some more. Tangled his fingers in that mass of dark messy hair. He pulled on it until Judge’s throat was exposed. He sucked hard on the point above Judge’s rapid pulse, his man was so excited for him and it fed Michaels’ dominant ego. He snapped his hips, making Judge curse him again. Michaels head rushed with authority. The easy lovemaking was long gone and hard fucking was all he could do. His nails dug into Judge’s scalp. Scarred him there before he trailed down Judge’s spine, leaving long red welts behind. The marks were stunning. His personal inscription on his property. That was all it took. “I’m bout’ to come.” He groaned.

  Judge bucked and Michaels gasped as his dick was squeezed to the point of pain.

  “Fuck! Austin!” Judge shouted under him, his back muscles flexing hard, his fist clenching the edge of the mattress. It only took a split second and his dick getting deliciously hugged by those constricting walls to know Judge was coming apart. Coming so hard, so beautifully for him.

  “Yeah, sweetheart.” Michaels pushed hard against Judge’s prostrate, wrenching a strangled yell from him again. Judge shook and ground his dick into the mattress, draining the last of his orgasm while Michaels stirred up to began.

  “I’m coming. I’m coming.” Michaels rose up on his knees, gripped Judge’s hips and yanked him into him, sat him on his rod while his orgasm made its dramatic appearance. His back went ramrod straight, the rapture consuming him. Michaels came on a silent yell. His volume was lacking, but his load was heavy and deep as it flowed inside his partner. Gave Judge all his power.

  “Damn. I feel you, Austin. So warm.” Judge breathed. His partner was floating beneath him. He knew exactly what Judge was feeling. That flooding of warm come, filling you up and searing you inside. Even in the outdoors, the air was thick with their combined scents. More pungent and masculine than the sweet aromas of lavender and lilies.

  Michaels breathing labored and his heart rate slowed to a pace that he could function again. He pulled out slowly, caressing Judge’s ass as he did. He rolled to his side and pulled Judge close to him. They lay in silence. Their lovemaking speaking volumes that no words could fully express. Judge turned and faced him, his slight smile in place before the quiet snores started. They were both exhausted. Michaels thought about getting up to get a cloth to clean them up but that was the last thing he remembered.

  The sound of birds chirping and the sun’s heat warming his skin came next. It was morning. Judge was holding him tight from behind. He didn’t know how they’d got into that position but he loved it. He watched the light of day flicker off the waters of the lake. Bookem was back to chasing the small animals that lived beyond the dense trees, looking almost as happy and content as Michaels felt. He could stay just like this forever. Didn’t want to move and hadn’t planned on it until a lovely voice calling his name filtered through his hazy mind.

  “Austin. Where are you my dear?”

  “Oh shit.” Michaels jumped up and scurried to find his pant
s and shirt.

  Judge rose up slightly his eyes heavy. “Where are you going? Get back in bed.”

  “Austin are you in here.” His mom called out again.

  Judge’s eyes widened. “Is that your - ”

  “Yes.” Michaels hissed, throwing Judge’s clothes at him.

  Judge groaned and got up out the bed. “Don’t tell me your folks don’t know you’re gay.”

  Michaels looked at Judge like he was an idiot. “What am I fifteen? Of course they know I’m gay.”

  “Then what’s the problem.”

  “I just don’t want my parents to see me fucked out. No more than I want to see them in post-coital bliss.”

  “Oh.” Judge plucked a sugar can from in his pants pockets, still laughing.

  Michaels shooed Judge inside. “Hurry. Go get cleaned up.”

  “Why do I feel like we’re in high school and I’m on of your many boyfriends that your sneaking out the back door? Austin you little slut.”

  “Very funny.”

  Judge stopped right at the bathroom door and turned to face him.

  “What?”

  Judge smiled down at him. He ran his hand through Michaels’ messy hair and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Good morning.” He whispered seductively in his ear.

  Michaels nuzzled against that delicious beard his own smile wide as he greeted Judge back. “Morning, babe.”

  “Last night was - ”

  “Yeah.”

  “Was everything.” Judge finished.

  “Yeah.”

  Michaels kissed Judge again. “Sweet mouth.” He murmured, stealing the sugar cane out of Judge’s mouth. He slapped him on the ass to get him moving into the bathroom. “I’m gonna lose the parents then I’m gonna fuck that hot ass again in every room before we leave.”

  “Yeah, yeah. Promises, promises.” Judge teased, closing the door behind him.

  Chapter Forty

  Judge leaned back in the passenger seat of Michaels’ truck, content as can be. They’d stayed at the cabin an entire week, after Judge fully convinced Michaels’ lieutenants that they needed the time together.

  They learned more of each other, physically and especially emotionally. They were compatible on so many levels. Both men as simple as the days. Relationships were scary and took work, but Judge believed theirs would come easily. Why he thought so negatively in the beginning was unknown to him now. But he knew Michaels loved him, really loved him. Nothing was guaranteed, life wasn’t promised tomorrow. Michaels was a cop, he had a dangerous job, so he’d have to learn to trust in his partner’s instincts and believe in him. Believe he knew what he was doing and he’d come home to him every night.

  They fished and hiked. Took Bookem for long walks, held hands like they were in a Hallmark movie. Michaels cooked for him, even tried to show him a few things that Judge ruined instantly. When Michaels realized Judge made a horrible sous chef, he was quickly relieved of his duties. There were long nights of watching television together, sometimes just laying close to each other while Michaels read and Judge played games on his tablet. Michaels wasn’t a needy partner… well… only in bed, but that was okay. It was the most fun Judge had had in years. For the first time in his adult life, he let Michaels convince him to take a selfie of them while they ate dinner on the grass next to the boat-dock. The sun was setting and the sky was a beautiful array of colors that even he had to admit, made a beautiful backdrop.

  “You want her to see how happy you are and I know it would make her smile to see that you’re okay.” Michaels reasoned.

  “Okay, okay. Just do it.” Judge groaned. But on the inside, he was a kid bouncing up and down.

  Michaels held Judge’s phone out, squeezed in close to him and snapped a shot. The next one was of him stealing a kiss on Judge’s cheek while he slept on the large blanket. They sent both of them to Linda. Her reply back was well worth it.

  Sweetheart. Congratulations!!!! You’ve made my day! I know you two are going to be so happy together. Bless you Austin for saving my son.

  Hugs.

  Ps… I’m expecting both of you for Thanksgiving

  They rode in comfortable silence when Judge thought about how well he’d got along with Michaels’ parents. He and his mom made a delicious dinner while Judge and his father watched the game together. He asked a few questions, mainly about Judge’s enlistment and about his job. Thank goodness he didn’t do the whole, ‘what are your intentions with my son bull’. Judge was simply himself and it appeared to be enough for them.

  “Your folks seem nice.” Judge said on their ride back to Atlanta. His truck still needed to be fixed so he dropped it at a shop and Michaels agreed to let Judge use his truck while he was at work.

  “They’re alright. I’m crazy about my mom” Michaels smiled.

  “I can tell. She fawns over you like a lioness.” Judge mocked him.

  “She doesn’t.”

  “Oh yes she does. Any time your father got on you about something, she pounced.”

  Michaels hid his smile by turning his head slightly like he was overly focused on the road.

  “My dad can be overbearing. She’s always acted as a buffer with me and him.”

  “He knows how talented you are. He’s proud too. I can see it in his eyes.”

  “I’m glad someone can see it, because I sure can’t most of the time. It really gets to me sometimes when he starts coming down on me. I think I’ve done alright for myself. Now I’ve snagged myself a sugar daddy, he should get of my case now.” Michaels winked at Judge and got flicked off in return.

  Judge reached over and massaged Michaels’ neck. “That’s what fathers do, Austin. Be glad yours is still here to push and encourage you. Don’t take your time together for granted.”

  Michaels turned to him with sad eyes. He slightly nodded his head in understanding and left it at that. When they pulled into the precinct Michaels hefted his bag out the back, patted Bookem and closed the door. He met Judge at the tailgate. “You not coming in?”

  “Naw. I gonna get some shit to get done.”

  “Are you taking that job Duke called you about?”

  “Thinking about it. Running his private investigations business, doesn’t sound bad at all. Not on the road as much, have normal working hours, which is best for Book, ya’know. I can get more done on my house.”

  “It sounds great. You sure you ready to give up bounty hunting?” Michael set his bag down and wrapped his arms around Judge’s waist.

  “I’ve been ready. Bookem isn’t the only one who’s getting tired. I’m ready to relax too. I’m picturing my house all fixed up. Being home by five or six every day. Lazy evenings and long weekends.” Judge smiled and cupped the back of Michaels’ neck. “I’ve been picturing that for a while now.”

  “Am I in that picture at all?” Michaels leaned closer, angling for Judge’s mouth.

  “You are everywhere in that picture. But mostly, you’re in the kitchen, naked and cooking.”

  “Fuck you.” Michaels laughed.

  Judge’s expression turned serious. “Of course you’re right there with me. It’s what makes the picture so attractive.” He removed his cane from his mouth and kissed his heart right there in the parking lot, his arms tight around Judge and Judge’s large hands cupping both his cheeks, maneuvering his head and kissing him exactly how he wanted.

  A deep throat clearing made them both pull back a couple inches to take a breath. Michaels wiped at his mouth turning to face the interruption. “Oh. Morning, Sarge.”

  Syn nodded his head his mouth tilted with a slight smirk. “Good to see you back Michaels.” Syn didn’t speak to Judge but the look he gave him let him know that Judge was square with him. How could he not be? Michaels’ megawatt smile looked like the man was on top of the world. Judge did what he’d promised. Returned Michaels back to them, better than new.

  “What time you want me to pick you up?”

  “Six should be good. I’m just catching u
p on paperwork this week.”

  Judge kissed Michaels again. “Good. We’ll get some takeout and I’ll take you to the house and let you see exactly what you’ve gotten yourself into, just in case you want to bolt.”

  “Can’t be that bad.” Michaels shrugged.

  “Actually it can and it is.”

  “I like fixer-uppers. Look how great a job I did with you.”

  “You’ll pay for that later.” Judge promised. He yanked Michaels to him, gave him a punishing kiss and popped his sugar stalk back in his mouth.

  “I look forward to it.” Michaels leer was seductive enough to make Judge want to ask God for a few more days of leave.

  Instead he turned and walked back to the driver’s side, it was only a few hours until he’d be back to get him. He could wait. Judge watched Michaels turn and walk into the building. His phone buzzed with a text notification by the time he got to the stoplight at the end of the block.

  He pulled out his phone and the smile that broke across his face made him feel like an adolescent with his first crush. He stared at the screen.

  I love you, babe.

  Warmth spread through him like sunshine in the morning. He had to stop grinning long enough to type a reply.

  I love you back.

  Epilogue

  Six months later….

  Judge turned over in their large bed, blindly feeling for the love of his life, but was met with a cold empty space. He cracked his eye open, squinting at the bright sun filtering in through the blinds. He sat up and stretched his back, the ache still strong from the way Michaels had taken him bent over the balcony they’d just finished sanding last night.