Don't Judge

by A. E. Via

  Their home was really coming together. It had only been a couple months after they’d declared their love for each other that Judge convinced Michaels to stay with him. They were always over there every night anyway. It didn’t take long to convince him, especially since Michaels’ apartment was a dump.

  That smells damn good. Judge got up once the smell registered with his sleepy brain. Michaels was cooking. When wasn’t he cooking? Judge was gonna have to amp up his gym time because eating like this every day was going to make him gain ten pounds a month. His new job as a private investigator didn’t require as much physical activity either. He mostly researched, and surveyed. Conducted long stakeouts. So still doing what he loved but not as strenuous. He loved it.

  He washed up quickly, put on a pair of jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and his steel-toe boots and made his way downstairs. They’d eat breakfast and then get back to working on the deck. Saturday mornings were always dedicated to a house project. Michaels was standing at the stove, flipping over sausage links with one hand and drinking a cup of coffee with the other. Bookem was close to his side, waiting for Michaels to throw him scraps like he always did.

  Michaels looked down at Bookem’s begging eyes and tossed him a piece of bacon that was cooling on the side counter. “Last piece ya’ moocher.” Bookem swallowed it down, not even chewing and angled his head up for more.

  Judge wrapped his arms around Michaels’ from behind, buring his nose in his hair. “Morning.” He grumbled.

  “Hey.” Michaels smiled. He grabbed a piece of sausage and popped into Judge’s mouth over his shoulder.

  “Mmm. That’s really good. Taste different.” Judge said chewing loudly.

  “It’s seasoned with sage.” Michaels put a piece in his own mouth, continuing to push around the searing meat.

  Judge looked around. “Babe. Why so much?”

  “The guys are coming over to help me install the new stove.”

  Judge kissed on Michaels’ neck. He always had the hardest time keeping his hands off him. “I thought we were continuing the deck. The paint and everything arrived yesterday.”

  “Syn, God, Ruxs and Johnson are gonna help you paint the deck and Furi, Green and Day are going to help me with the stove.” Michaels reasoned. “I can’t keep cooking on this ancient thing. You promised I could do whatever I wanted with the kitchen, so leave me alone.”

  Judge looked around at the large space. He had said that the kitchen was Michaels to do whatever he wanted. He didn’t think he’d want to start on it today though. But he rarely denied his lover anything. “You could’ve at least told me we’d be having company today.”

  “I did… just now.”

  Judge growled in Michaels’ ear, reaching around for his cock when their front door burst open and loud rowdy voices filled the house. So much for a quickie.

  “It’ll be great. Imagine how much we’ll get done in half the amount of time with them helping.” Michaels reasoned.

  He knew he was right, with all the guys helping, they’d be done by early afternoon. They may be a wild bunch but they damn sure worked hard. When they came to install the wall unit in the main living room, it’d been done in four and half hours. Plenty of time to have drinks and shot pool after.

  “This place hasn’t been condemned yet!”

  Judge rolled his eyes and Michaels laughed, looking at him apologetically. His man knew how much Day irked his nerves. “He only goads you because you fall for it every time.” Michaels turned the stove off and eased out of Judge’s embrace. He set all the food on the brand new dining table just as the guys made it through to the kitchen all of them dressed ready to work.

  “Hey guys.” Michaels beamed. He gave them fist bumps, all except Furi who came in for an affectionate hug.

  “Austin you look great, friend. Love looks good on you.” Furi smiled genuinely. Judge had liked Furi from the beginning. He was absolutely the sweetest man you’d ever meet. The sexy, tattooed, biker-look could throw a person off at first. But as soon as the man opened his mouth to speak, it was easy for you to like him. It was no wonder Syn’s entire demeanor changed when his partner was around.

  The guys clapped Judge on his back, all of them having come around and accepted him after seeing how happy he made Michaels. Day would always be a twerp but even he had to respect his and Michaels’ relationship. God hard hand came down on Judge’s shoulder. “I brought you a surprise.”

  “I hate surprises.” Judge grumbled around a mouthful of sausage.

  “I know. But you’ll like this one.” God smirked. As soon as he finished saying that, two guys walked in carrying a huge cooler, each holding one side. The bigger one had no trouble at all but the smaller one looked like he was about to pass out.

  “My son is going to pull a disc in his back.” Ruxs said taking the other side of the cooler from an exhausted Curtis.

  “Thanks, dad.” Curtis said, shaking out his hand. “How much beer is in there anyway… three cases?”

  Genesis set the cooler down by the back door and wrapped Curtis in his arms. “You’re stronger than you think, baby.”

  “Oh whatever.” God said annoyingly and pulled Genesis by his collar. “Hey, Ginny, you remember my friend Judge, right? The bounty hunter.”

  “Yeah of course.” Genesis stuck his hand out and Judge held the firm grip shaking the young man’s hand. The boy sure had grown up into a handsome man. He looked and sounded so much like his older brother it was a shame. That rolling southern drawl and deep green eyes mixed with a build that made him unstoppable on the football field.

  “Gen, it’s good to see you again, man. Or do you prefer to be called G-man.” Judge laughed.

  “No, sir.” Gen laughed. “I don’t even like that name.”

  Genesis Godfrey was the star wide receiver for the Georgia Bulldogs. A national sensation that led his team to another division championship last season. Honor roll student and all-around positive role model for young members of the LGBTQ society. He’d come out his freshman year in college and had handled all the publicity with class and intelligence. Now he was graduating with honors with an engineering degree. But he’ll tell anyone that ask, the press, ESPN, any reporter… that his biggest and greatest accomplishment was his boyfriend.

  Genesis turned and called for the slim man that was currently fake-boxing with Green. As soon as Genesis called his name, he dropped what he was doing and came to him. Genesis’ smile stretched clear across his face. He held his hand out to him and the young guy slid easily into Genesis left side. “Judge, this is my partner, the love of my live, Curtis Jenkins. Sweetheart this is my brother’s friend, Judge Josephson. He served with God in the military. He’s a big ass bounty hunter now.”

  “No shit.” Curtis’ eyes sparkled when he was excited.

  “Judge, Curtis is also, Green and Ruxs’ adopted son but he belongs to me now.” Genesis said smugly.

  “I heard that.” Ruxs grunted but Genesis ignored it.

  Judge watched the young love interact. They really made a sweet couple. Genesis was lost in Curtis’ big blue eyes, the young man’s face was almost androgynous but he had a neatly trimmed, brown goatee around his mouth. The facial hair made him look older but no less pretty. Judge stuck his hand out to shake Curtis’ and was surprised by the strong grip.

  “It’s nice to meet you.” Curtis responded.

  “Likewise.” Judge said back. He turned his attention back to Genesis. It was amazing to have a celebrity in his house, getting ready to help him paint his deck. But to anyone that met Genesis, they’d quickly see that he was just a normal guy. The fame didn’t go to his head. “So Gen, I hear that you are going in the first round of the draft this year.”

  “Naw’. Not me.” Genesis drawled. “I’m opting out of the NFL Draft. Some may think I’m crazy but I don’t want to play ball professionally. Football got me a college degree and I’m blessed for it, but football never has and never will be my life.” Genesis looked down into Cur
tis face and leaned in to lightly kiss his mouth. “This is my life right here. With this man in my arms.”

  “You guys are too mushy, Jeez’.” Ruxs shook his head.

  “So what are your plans than?” Judge questioned.

  Genesis continued to hold Curtis close to him but he looked Judge in his eye when he spoke. “I’ve interned at Apple for the last three summers. I’ve already been offered a great engineering position with them in their corporate DC office.”

  “Ya’ll are going to be separated?” Michaels asked curiously.

  “Are you kidding?” Green scoffed. “They wouldn’t survive a week apart.

  Genesis actually nodded his head in agreement. “Curtis will finish his senior year and continue with his masters at Georgetown.”

  “Of course.” Judge laughed. They weren’t making bad decisions. Georgetown was one of the best schools in the country.

  “That is wild, dude. I’ve never heard of anyone turning down millions in the NFL.” Michaels chimed in.

  “Actually there’s been plenty that have. That kind of life isn’t for everyone. I’ve always wanted to be an engineer.” Genesis added. Turning to look at the food table he nudged Curtis towards it. “Let’s eat so we can get to work.”

  Everyone sat down and stuffed their face, Curtis automatically sitting on Genesis wide lap. Judge turned to God. “He came out alright, didn’t he?”

  God was full of pride, looking at his baby brother. “Yeah, he did.”

  ********

  They’d just slid the double over, gas range stove into the newly carved out section. It was all black and sleek stainless steel. Beautiful. Next would be setting the over-head microwave and they’d be finished for today. Next month his new marble top counters would be delivered. By the end of all his renovations, he’d have his own gourmet kitchen.

  “This is looking good, buddy.” Furi said, triple checking the gas line before he turned it on. His long hair flowing over his shoulder as he leaned over the appliance. “I might come over here and cook with you when it’s all finished.”

  The other guys were out there on the porch with their loud rock music, shooting the shit, having finished the painting an hour ago. “Let’s order a few pizzas and call an evening.” Day said, dropping the manual to Michaels’ new stove in one of the drawer’s in the kitchen.

  “Sounds good to me.” Michaels popped open another beer, tilting it back when something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. Judge was watching him through the window. Michaels laughed quietly, trying not to draw any attention to them. Judge was pointing upstairs. He nodded discreetly and put his beer down on the table.

  “Ro, order the pizzas, I’ll be right back.” Michaels dipped out the room without another word.

  Taking the stairs two at a time, he hurried down the hallway but was yanked by his arm and dragged into the bathroom. Michaels barely refrained from bursting out laughing. “What the hell is your crazy doing?”

  Judge slammed Michaels up against the wall, aggressively going for his mouth. Judge hair was damp around the edges from working outside. He smelled like the outdoors and a man that worked hard. “Babe. What are you doing?” Michaels said between Judge’s hard kisses. “We have company.”

  “So.” Judge groaned, yanking at Michaels’ sweatpants. As soon as Judge’s tight fist gripped his growing cock that was all it took for him to get fully on board.

  Michaels quickly kicked out of his pants while Judge ate at his neck, his chest, dipped lower and tugged one of his nipples between his teeth. “Oh my… fuck.” He whispered harshly.

  Judge unzipped his pants, freeing his thick shaft, already ready and aimed for him. Michaels held on to Judge’s shoulders as he was spun around and propped up on the large sink. A few items fell to the floor and Michaels tried to shush his eager lover, tried to calm him down but to no avail.

  Judge yanked open one of the small drawers and pulled out a bottle of Vaseline, and took a good sized dollop and smeared it on Michaels’ hole. “Jesus, babe. What has gotten into you?” Michaels squeezed his eyes shut when he felt Judge’s head right there at his entrance.

  “You.” Judge moaned, pushing in deep. “Fuck. You, Austin.”

  Michaels bit into Judge’s broad shoulder to keep from yelling out in ecstasy. Judge held Michaels’ leg up in the crook of his arm, keeping him open for him. His hip was pressed against the cool counter, his head thrown back while his man pounded into him with passion.

  Judge groaned low and deep. “Fuck. Gonna come.” Michaels tried to get judge to be quiet.

  “Shhh. Quiet, quiet.” Michaels urged, doing his best to keep his own moans under control. “Jesus, fuck. Come, babe. Come inside me.”

  Judge staggered, holding Michaels’ thigh up against his hip while his orgasm burned in his balls. Judge was pushing so deep inside him and Michaels tried to hold on to the edge of the counter while he kept one hand covering Judge’s mouth to muffle his curses. “Fuck. Jerk me off. I’m ready.”

  Judge breath was hot against Michaels’ palm. He reached for Michaels’ dick and stroked him fast, pushing him against the counter with each hard thrust. Michaels clenched his teeth and came in Judge’s fist, his body shaking with exertion and pleasure. “Damn, babe.” Michaels felt so bad for sneaking off on a house full of company, felt exhilarating. He came hard, squeezing his ass tight, forcing his lover to come with him.

  Judge squeezed him to him, buried his cock as deep as he could and came inside him, huffing against Michaels’ palm. “Shit.” Was all Michaels could make out before he moved his hand away.

  They stood slumped against each other for a few moments. Judge lifted his head from the crook of Michaels’ neck looking deep into his eyes. After a few seconds, neither one of them could hold it anymore. They held on to each other and fell into a hushed fit of laughter.

  “I can’t believe you did that.” Michaels pushed at Judge’s chest.

  “You went along with it.” Judge laughed. “I didn’t have to persuade you too hard.”

  “Asshole.” Michaels griped, looking for the hand towel and trying to quickly clean himself off. “They’re gonna know when we get back downstairs.”

  “No they won’t, babe. They probably haven’t noticed that were both gone. Just be cool when we go back down.”

  “Okay.” Michaels shrugged. “You’re probably right.”

  “Of course I’m right.” Judge winked, pulling Michaels in for one more kiss.

  “I love your crazy ass.”

  “I know.” Judge hugged Michaels to him and kissed him on his neck before pulling back and looking into his eyes. “I love you back.”

  “I know.” Michaels felt giddy, it was the only way to describe his fluttery feeling. It was more fun than he ever imagined being in love. Especially when Judge pulled wild stunts like this one.

  Michaels jogged down the stairs like he’d done absolutely nothing out of the ordinary just now. The guys were all in the kitchen with fresh beers talking to each other. Michaels sighed silently. He was home free. Judge came down shortly after and reached for a can of beer, going to stand beside God, jumping into the conversation.

  Michaels caught Judge’s eye and they graced each other with a secretive ‘we just pulled it off’ look and went about talking with their friends.

  “So.” Day called out into the room. “God, I think it’s our turn now.”

  God shook his head, smirking at Day who came to stand beside him. “Day shut up.” God chuckled. The other guys were looking like cats that got the canary and Michaels’ heart started to beat hard against his ribcage.

  “Michaels, is it our turn to take a fuck break?” Day shone that shit-eating grin he was famous for. “I mean that sounded like fun up there… I want a turn too. I worked hard today.”

  Michaels knew he was red as a beet right now. His face felt like it was going to combust into flames. “You little shit.” Michaels laughed embarrassingly. He guess they weren’t as discreet as the
y thought.

  “Oh come on, don’t be greedy.” Day laughed. “Fuck breaks for everyone!” Day yelled. All the guys raised their beers in the air, cheering their agreements.

  “Curtis put your damn soda down.” Ruxs barked.

  Everyone laughed loud as Curtis rolled his eyes and lowered his can. Genesis pulled Curtis to him and kissed his temple. That poor guy would always be treated like the boy they all fell in love with years ago. He’d never be considered an adult to them. Couldn’t be easy having twenty over-protective dads, but Genesis seemed to take it all in stride.

  The pizzas arrived and they settled into the large living room and turned on whatever sports game was on. It was nothing like being in love. It was nothing like having brothers. Michaels and Judge had it all. Finally. They’d searched long and hard for it, and they intended to enjoy every second of their lives together. Judge knew his father was resting peacefully now.

  The End