Embracing His Syn (15 page)

Ronowski went one way and God and Day
another to review some of Starman's films. All this bullshit to get
to an ecstasy dealer. Syn was not in the mood to spend his day
watching a shit load of porn. He yelled to his bosses that he was
going to lunch and he’d be back in an hour.

Furi was sitting at the bus stop
waiting for the next bus. After he’d called Doug’s brother, aka:
his divorce lawyer and gave him the okay to have Patrick served, he
thought he'd feel sick and be scared shitless, but he actually felt
pretty damn good. He was taking back his life. He wouldn’t run and
hide anymore. Furi was all about control now. Living it and taking
it.

He still had thirty
minutes before the bus was scheduled to arrive when his cell phone
vibrated in his pocket. The illuminated display told him it was
Mack.
Fuck.
Furi
allowed himself to contemplate not answering for a few seconds
before he connected the call.

“
Yeah?” He answered
shortly, already knowing exactly what Mack wanted.

“
Hey Furious. It’s Mack.
I’m really sorry to call all spur of the moment like this. Dean had
a live performance scheduled today but he was picked up by the
Detectives for questioning.” Furi heard Mack let out a frustrated
breath. “I know you don’t do live, but no one else is available.
You won’t see or hear the customer. Just act like it’s a solo. All
you have to do is jerk off. Joe will be on the phone with the
customer and if they want you to do something specific, Joe will
tell you. The pay is good. When we tried to cancel, the customer
offered up an additional five hundred if we find a
replacement.”

Furi sighed in annoyance.
He was already scheduled tomorrow for a solo; he damn sure didn’t
feel up to filming two days back-to-back.
I’m in control.

“
Tell you what, Mack. I’m
supposed to do my solo tomorrow. I’m willing to kill two birds with
one stone.” Furi could almost feel the vertebrae in his spine
locking into place. No one was telling him what to do anymore. His
suggestion may be a long shot since private live shows were
supposed to be exclusive, that’s why they cost so damn much. But
hell, if Mack said no, Furi had no problem saying no,
too.

Mack was silent so Furi
waited.

“
After your live ends,
we’ll have to add a few things so that it doesn’t look like we used
a film instead of a live. Maybe change rooms and your clothes, then
add other positions. How about that?”

Furi thought for a
second.
Shit. That’d be seven hundred
dollars.
Furi didn’t even have to talk to
the customer. “Alright. What time?”

“
It’s in an hour. I can
have one of the guys come get you.”

“
No. I’m around the
corner. I need to make a quick phone call–” Furi’s words died off
when he saw a dark Benz come around the corner way too slowly. Furi
squinted. The windows were so dark he couldn’t see inside. The car
crept up to him and Furi’s focus diverted from Mack.

“
So are you in,
Furi?”

Furi didn’t hear Mack’s last question
as he unconsciously let his hand fall slowly to his side while
keeping his eyes on the dark vehicle. When the passenger side
window rolled down, Furi stood up and leaned over a little to peer
inside. Furi could see Sasha’s blue eyes and blonde streaked hair.
She sneered angrily at him as she stopped at the curb. He couldn’t
see the passengers, just assumed it was a couple other women from
Illustra. Furi knew he looked confused as he took a timid step
forward. He paused and his heart skipped a beat when the back
window rolled down just far enough for someone to stick their hand
out in the shape of a gun with their thumb and index finger pointed
directly at him. His head jerked back at that gesture.

“
Sasha what the fuck?” he
hissed at her.

A loud horn had Furi
jumping out of his skin and Sasha peeling away from the curb, but
not before he got another icy-blue glare. It was pure,
unadulterated hate.
Jesus H.
Christ.
The bus pulled into the spot the
Benz had just vacated. Furi blinked away his confusion and waved
the driver on. He looked down at his phone and saw that he was
still connected to Mack. He quickly lifted the phone back to his
ear.

“
Mack. Mack, you
there?”

“
Hey what happened? Are
you with Sasha? I thought I heard you say her name,” Mack asked
him.

“
Fuck no. I was waiting on
the bus and she pulled up, acting crazy. I’m headed back to
Illustra now.” Furi was double-timing it back to the studio. “Hey,
Mack.”

“
Yeah?”

“
You know when I cancelled
the shoot with Sasha a few days ago?”

“
Yeah, what about it? You
pissed off ninety percent of my customers.”

Furi ignored that. “How’d she do with
Doug? Did they not get along or something?”

“
Doug offered to do it,
but I didn’t pair her with Doug.”

Furi halted his steps, “Who’d you put
her with?”

“
Jake Starman.”

Furi’s chin rested on his chest, while
he stood with his legs shoulder-width apart and his hands braced on
the wall. He could sense the cameraman pan in to get a good shot of
the water sluicing down his abs and streaming off his semi-erect
cock.

“
Rub some soap on your
chest,” Joe instructed him. Joe was the coordinator/director of
live performances. Furi had been clear he didn’t want to hear the
customer's voice, so Joe was relaying her requests. At first it was
difficult for Furi not to imagine a woman on the other end of the
line. That coupled with everything going on his head: his
ex-husband, Starman's death, school, just everything, meant he was
struggling to get hard. There was only one thing that could keep
Furi hard enough to get through this scene. Syn there with
him.

Furi poured some body wash in his palm
and imagined Syn’s coal black eyes scanning appreciatively over his
body. Furi used his hand to track every ridge and muscle that Syn’s
eyes roamed over. Syn moved in closer and ran the back of his hand
down the length of Furi’s uncut cock. Furi took the back of his
hand and mimicked him. The flushed head was already peeking out of
his foreskin, seeking attention. Furi could hear Syn’s gasp when he
pulled the skin all the way back, exposing a leaking
slit.

Syn slowly moved his hand
up Furi’s chest making goose bumps appear on his arms. Furi
shivered and grasped the base of his shaft, jerking that sensitive
skin up and down a couple times before stopping. It felt so fucking
good and so torturously sweet to stop. Syn licked his neck and Furi
let his head drop back to give those soft lips complete and total
access. Furi rubbed his other hand up his body to his neck that was
now slick from Syn’s tongue.
Oh
god.
Furi opened his eyes and the camera
was right there. He imagined Syn looking back at him. His eyes slid
half closed when Syn’s shadowy gaze dropped to his nipples. Furi
felt rough, calloused thumbs simultaneously rubbing over both
delicate peaks.
Mmmm. Fuck, feels
good.
Furi pinched them until they were
red and aching. His cock leaked some more, ready and craving
release. Syn wouldn’t make him beg for it. He took his hand,
wrapped it around his fully hard dick and began a slow, sexy drag
up and down with that skin gliding easily from his natural lube and
the shower gel. Syn spun him around and pushed him hard up against
the heated marble tiles. Furi arched his back off the wall and
looked up into the soft recessed lighting over the shower, his neck
fully exposed.

Syn, please.
Furi shook when his hand crept under his cock to
pull on his hypersensitive balls, already drawing up close to his
body. He massaged them; kneaded them, rolling them around lazily in
his hand. Furi licked his lips, desperately wanting Syn’s hot mouth
down there. At first, just breathing his warm breath on them,
heating them, before he opened wide to take the drawn-up sack
inside.
Oh my fucking ...
Furi was already working to hold off his
orgasm.

“
She wants you on the
bed,” Joe’s deep voice cut into Furi’s fantasy.

Furi shut off the water,
grabbed a fluffy white towel off the warmer and casually rubbed off
the excess water dripping from his hair onto his back.
Leave a little water on you, you look sexy when
you’re wet.
Syn’s deep voice was right
there telling Furi what he liked and he answered him.
Whatever, you want, baby.
Furi stretched out on the king-sized bed, not bothering to
pull back the comforter. Furi reclined back slowly as if Syn were
easing him back himself, watching him carefully. Furi’s entire body
was on fire, and this from
imagining
himself with Syn. If he
ever got the pleasure to actually be with the hot Detective, he
might spontaneously combust.

Furi laid his hair across the pillow
and spread his legs wide as the cameraman set up directly in front
of him. “This how you want me?” Furi asked, looking right into the
camera. He was talking to Syn, picturing him at his desk at the
police station; watching Furi when he should’ve been
working.

“
Yes,” Joe said his voice
rough. “Bring yourself off fast. Two minutes left.”

Not even gonna take that
long.
Furi got a good grip on his balls,
wanting so bad to dip one finger lower to tease his quivering hole
... but that probably wouldn’t be received too well. So Furi rubbed
the tender area beneath his balls, his hips rocking back and forth
slowly. His other hand started working the excess skin up and down
his cock, and it wasn’t long before he started to feel the
electricity sparking a fire in his groin. He didn’t even need the
Slick that was next to him, he was leaking so much. Furi picked up
the pace, moaning and writhing, putting on a good show for his
tough cop.
Wanna see you come for me,
Furious. Come and moan my name. I want to hear it on your lips.
Yes, Syn.
With one leg bent up and falling
to the side, Furi showed Syn the best part of himself. Were he
wanted the man to be, pushing into him so deep he felt too full to
do anything but grunt and cry out for him not to stop.
I’ma come for you ... fuck.
Furi stroked with a purpose. He would come for Syn, show him
he could please him. He applied more pressure to his balls,
squeezing them almost to the point of pain … such sweet pain. His
right hand flew up and down his length, twisting the skin around
the head on each up stroke.
His head was
tilted back, his brow furrowed, it was straining his resolve not to
shove fingers into his ass. Furi gritted his teeth and he swore he
could feel the vein in his neck bulging from the intense
pleasure.
Fuck. I’m 'bout to come. Fuck.
I’m 'bout to come so fuckin’ hard.
Furi
pushed his foreskin down, made a fist over his cock head, and
squeezed repeatedly, the action making the head pulse and throb;
that was what pulled him over and Furi freefell. The first blast of
come exploded from his slit making his body jerk and the back of
his head slam against the pillow.
Synnnnn.
Yes, baby. I’m right here. So fuckin sexy when you come.
Furi’s cock spurted again and again, the hot come
landing on his chest. He rubbed it in, showing Syn how nasty he
wanted to be with him. Furi’s chest rose and fell with his labored
breathing. He slowly dragged his skin up and down his cock a couple
more times, squeezing any come out that lingered in his shaft,
looking at the camera with lustful eyes.