Embracing His Syn (16 page)

“
And cut,” Joe called out.
“Good one, dude. Damn caller was panting so fucking hard she
couldn’t even give any more instructions.”

Furi just nodded with a
secret smile on his face. If Joe or the caller only knew what was
going on in Furi’s mind.
Goddamnit,
Syn.
He was so sated he was close to
pulling out a cigarette and sparking one as if he were in his own
bedroom.
I’m in trouble. I want him ...
bad.

Furi was sitting on the bus staring
blindly out the window. Filming had taken way longer than he’d
expected. After doing the one hour live, Mack had the producers do
a new set and wardrobe to mix in some original material for his
solo. That took over three hours before he was able to start posing
for some quick shots. He didn’t even have time to go home before
his shift at the pub.

Now that the orgasmic
bliss had worn off, his mind clicked back on. He didn’t want to
think about all those damn concerns because he had no clue which
issue to tackle first: school finals that were next week, the risk
of gambling his entire savings on signing a lease for a garage,
Sasha’s certifiable behavior, his deep desire for a possibly
in-the-closet-will-snap-my-neck-in-my-sleep-if-we-fuck detective,
his schizo soon-to-be-ex-husband and brother-n-law, Starman’s
death.
Beaten and killed by women.
Fuck.
Furi put his ear buds in and tried
to drown out his thoughts with some Green Day as he closed his eyes
and settled in for the ride to the pub.

Furi groaned as soon as he
pulled open the thick wooden door. The place was already filling up
with obnoxious, horny college kids. Furi eased his way in between
groups to get to the opening at the end of the bar. Furi felt a
firm grip on his arm trying to turn him around. He yanked his arm
loose, while spinning to look into dark eyes.
Fuck. Syn.

It was almost seven before Syn got
home. It was Saturday for fuck’s sake. After he’d returned from
lunch it was hours of watching Jason Starman fuck every female
member of Illustra’s roster, as the Detectives tried to decipher
what woman liked it and which could possibly feel violated. Starman
had definitely been one of the more popular entertainers, he had
really great ratings. Luckily Day had called an end to it, because
Syn was unbelievably horny.

He’d been at the pub for almost
forty-five minutes before concluding that perhaps Furi wasn’t
working tonight. He’d just come out the restroom, heading back to
the bar to pay his tab when he saw the gorgeous man making his way
through the crowd. Syn’s heart rate picked up and he berated
himself for feeling this for a man that’d blown him off the last
couple times he’d seen him. His damp hair was pulled back into a
ponytail and the tip of it just reached the middle of his
shoulders. He had on the pub’s t-shirt tucked into his low-slung
jeans. Syn saw he had a five o’clock shadow darkening his otherwise
soft face. Damn, he looked fucking edible. He didn’t think, he just
reached out and wrapped his hand around the man’s tight bicep. Furi
angrily yanked it away and spun as if he was about to strike
him.

“
Hey, easy. I’m sorry. I
didn’t mean to grab you,” Syn said quickly.

Furi gave him a half-smile that
vanished way too fast for Syn’s liking. Now narrowed dark eyes
stared back at him. “If you didn’t mean to, why are you still
holding my arm?” Furi’s voice held a sensual bass that he’d
secretly missed.

Syn looked down where his hand still
rested, and removed it. “Right,” he mumbled.

Furi’s eyes were so
mesmerizing; Syn could’ve stared into them for the rest of the
evening. He honestly didn’t know what to say. Syn hadn’t realized
how much he needed someone until he came here … until he saw him.
He thought he saw a flash of heat in Furi’s eyes as he watched him,
obviously waiting on Syn to speak.
Say
something.

Furi leaned in, not quite coming into
contact with Syn’s cheek and told him, “I gotta get to
work.”

Syn didn’t want him to go. He looked
so beautiful, smelled so good. He needed to talk to him, maybe ask
if Furi was seeing someone. “I have to go back to work too, but can
I give you a ride home after your shift?” Syn had never felt so
exposed. After he’d asked the question he immediately wanted to
take it back. He’d never liked putting himself out there but this
was what he needed to work on. He’d never get anywhere if he didn’t
at least try. Furi stepped in closer to him and Syn fought his
reflex to take a step back. Furi grabbed his wrist and moved him
quickly through the customers waiting for the bathrooms and pushed
open the back door that led to the parking lot.

Syn quickly took in his surroundings
before focusing back on Furi.

“
What’s wrong, why’d you
bring me back here?”

“
What’s your angle,
Detective? Why are you lingering around my job and offering me
rides, huh?” Furi forced those questions through gritted
teeth.

“
Why are you angry? It’s
just a ride. I was trying to be nice,” Syn said with little
conviction, while avoiding answering Furi’s questions. He didn’t
have an angle and he wasn’t sure why he was drawn to him. He just
wanted to be around this guy, if for nothing else then to at least
be friends.

Furi narrowed his eyes again and
stepped into Syn’s space. “Are you gay, Detective?”

There it was. The
million-dollar question. Was he gay? He’d never asked himself that.
He’d only slept with women before, but had never felt anything more
for them than an easy friends-with-benefits involvement. Rhodes was
the only person that he’d ever felt a connection with. A man. Syn
felt his mouth move, but no sound was coming out.
Fuck.

Furi looked at him skeptically. “Uh
huh. Just like I thought. Who are you working for? Him. He send
you? Did he hire you to find me? Are you a private
detective?”

That accusation cut
through Syn's speechlessness. “Whoa. I work for the city of
Atlanta. What are you talking about? Who is
him
? Is someone after you?” Syn
didn’t realize he’d grabbed Furi’s shoulders, forcing him to look
into his eyes until Furi threw his arms up and dislodged Syn’s
grip.

“
Take your goddamn hands
off of me! I’m sick of people thinking they can put their fucking
hands on me! Stay the fuck away from me, Detective.” Furi shoved
past him and reached for the door.

Syn jumped in front of it
before Furi could get it open. He yelled right back at Furi, “My
name is Syn! I’m not here as a Detective! I don’t know who
him
is, nor do I work
for
him.
” Syn put
up air quotes for the word him. “I just wanted to talk to
you!”

“
About what?” Furi yelled.
They were in each other’s faces, chest bumping each
other.

“
I don’t fucking know!
About you. About me. About the damn Falcons' game last week. About
the weather. About why there’s so many goddamn reality TV shows.
About what-the-hell-ever! That’s what people do when they want to
get to know someone!” Syn stepped back and gripped his hair blowing
out a long frustrated breath. He felt so ridiculous, was so annoyed
that he was seconds away from just walking away. “Fuck! I didn’t
think dating was this damn hard.”

“
That’s what you’re trying
to do, Detective? Date me?” Furi’s tone and facial expression were
full of skepticism. “Because I don’t want to date. Dating is
stupid. What the hell is dating anyway? Some long drawn out process
of elimination where you both present your best side while hiding
the real you, and you can only keep that charade going for about
three months because your bullshit and lies eventually leak out and
then you have to spend the next three months getting to know each
other for real.”

“
Geez, man, you are
insanely cynical. Do you always over-analyze everything? Why can’t
we just–”

Furi cut him off, “Because. I’m only
interested in gay men. Not men that might or might not be gay, or
men that are looking for an experiment, or men that are fucked up
in the head. I’ve been there. Done that, I’m never going there
again. It almost cost me my li–”

Syn turned at Furi’s
words. He walked back to him slowly. He could see pain in Furi’s
eyes and Syn wanted to take it all away. Take all the hurt this man
had experienced, and put it on himself, because he could handle it.
All he wanted was to see Furi smile, see him uninhibited, full of
passion. Full of him. Syn just barely held in his groan. He wanted
this damn man. God help him, he did. He let out a slow calming
breath and brought his hands up to cup Furi’s cheeks. He wanted to
kiss him. Taste him. Feel Furi moan his name into his mouth and
swallow it down. Fuck, he wanted that and so much more. Furi was
looking hard at him, waiting. His eyes roamed Syn’s face before
settling on his lips. Syn needed this; all he had to do was take
it.
Take it goddamnit.

Furi took it for him. Syn
felt confident, sure hands on his own cheeks and soft, beautiful
lips against his. Furi took Syn’s control. He knocked his hands
down and grabbed the material of his jean jacket, pushing him up
against the wall right there behind the pub, and then those lush
lips were on him again. Taking him. Syn’s eyes were rolling behind
his closed lids. Fuck, it felt so good. He could’ve never imagined
how good. Syn wrapped his arms around Furi’s back and squeezed him
close. He needed this contact more than he needed his next breath,
needed Furi’s heat. Damn, he needed Furi's control. Syn heard moans
and whimpers as he let his tongue dance with Furi’s. An erotic
dance full of entrada and sacada flips. Fast then slow. Furi kissed
like no one had ever kissed Syn. Strong, demanding; and he did it
all with the softest fucking lips Syn had ever felt. Syn had
dreamed of those plump, pink lips on him, on his mouth, on his
neck, on his chest, on his cock. There the sounds were again, needy
whimpers. Fuck,
he
was making those sounds. Syn wrenched his mouth away. He was
embarrassed. He’d been moaning like a two-dollar hooker. He took in
a hard breath, not meeting Furi’s eyes.

“
Don’t turn away from me,”
Furi snapped.

Oh God.
Syn turned back. He’d obeyed.
Fuck.
Furi grasped the back of his
head and took his mouth again. Syn felt his body go limp in Furi’s
tight hold, letting himself just feel. He did what he’d wanted to
do since laying eyes on Furi. Syn reached up and pulled the rubber
band that held Furi’s long hair, releasing those beautiful tresses.
He dug in with both hands and it was just as soft as he’d
imagined.

“
Say my name, please,” Syn
moaned into Furi’s hot mouth. God, he wanted to hear Furi’s rough
voice groan his name in the heat of passion.

The stubborn man just
looked at him defiantly and claimed his mouth again. After Furi
concluded the kiss of erotic Argentine Tango, he masterfully
transitioned into a Viennese Waltz, his tongue gliding sensually
over teeth and lips, making Syn swoon like a schoolboy with a
crush. Furi eased off the kiss just letting the tip of his tongue
skate along Syn’s parted mouth. Making Syn feel sexier than he ever
had
.
Furi stopped
torturously teasing him, waited for Syn to stop falling and open
his eyes. Syn shamelessly chased Furi’s mouth, and ended up burying
his nose in the man’s long hair. It didn’t smell sweet or citrusy
like a woman's. It smelled clean and masculine, with hints of
sandalwood and white musk. Syn didn’t want to come down from this
feeling.