Authors: A.E. Via
“
It did.” Goddamnit, Syn’s
voice sounded so mysterious and dangerous. Like a sexy, low rumble
that reverberated from deep down in his chest. It drove Furi insane
with want. “But you made it feel all better.”
“
Fine, go ahead and make
fun of me, HeMan.”
Syn tisked. “The nick-names again.
Looks like I’ve been demoted.”
After Furi placed a small amount of
ointment on the exposed flesh, he put a few cubes of ice in a cloth
and placed it gently on the swollen part of the back of Syn’s hand.
He looked up into Syn’s eyes before finally speaking, “You really
hate nicknames, huh?” A small smile was tugging at the corner of
Furi’s lips.
“
You might say
that.”
“
Syn
is a nickname, because it’s not your given name. That’s what
you want me to call you.”
“
That’s not what I
want
you
to call
me.”
Furi cocked one eyebrow up. “What
would like me to call you? Lover, maybe?”
“
Only if you
were.”
“
Makes sense.” Furi went
about preparing the bandage for Syn’s knuckles while he was being
iced.
“
Your name is cool as
shit, though. You must love your nickname.
Furi
. Sounds like a porn star’s
name, oops.” Syn feigned like he’d really forgotten what Furi did
for a living.
Furi lightly punched Syn
in his rock hard chest.
Damn, muscles
every fucking where.
“Actually, I’m not a
fan of my name. I thought of changing all of it when I changed my
last name, but because of my dad, I kept the first
name.”
“
Your dad named you, or
are you named after him?”
“
Umm.” Furi cleared his
throat. “No, actually my mother did. She named me after how she
felt when I was born.”
Syn stared at him not
saying a word and Furi felt very self-conscious. He glanced up and
was relieved that Syn’s face showed no judgment or pity, so he
continued. “Well, look at it this way; I could’ve been named
‘pissed’ or ‘livid.’ He chuckled humorlessly. “She was real mad
when she found out my dad had gotten her pregnant, she kicked him
out right after. Her doctor fucked up and told her she was having a
girl; imagine her surprise when I pop out with a little
outy
where the
inny
should be. Oh yeah,
she was furious. Hence, the name. I was told she didn’t hold me for
the first two months of my life.” Furi shrugged as if it was no big
deal.
“
Who took care of
you?”
“
My dad and his
mom.”
“
Your mother eventually
came around, though?”
“
Sort of. She was on
county benefits and they told her in order to keep getting food
stamps and free housing, I had to live with her. She did the bare
minimum. My dad came around all the time. Sometimes he’d have to
fight her current boyfriends when they would fuck with me. He was a
bike mechanic with his own shop, it was small but he did steady
business.” Furi removed the ice from Syn’s hand and began
reapplying the ointment.
“
Keep going,” Syn
encouraged.
“
My dad did kickass work
for this local biker gang, and they would always have his back. I
thought they were the baddest fuckin’ guys in the world. From when
I was like four or five he’d bring me to his shop and let me watch
him.” Furi began smiling at the memory as he worked on Syn’s hand.
“I could rebuild an engine by the time I was ten. I built my first
motorcycle when I was fifteen. I helped him run his shop all the
way up until he ...”
“
I’m sorry, Furi,” Syn
whispered.
“
It’s alright, it’s been a
while.”
“
Hey, genius. Why bother
with the automotive schooling when you probably know more than the
instructors?” Syn smiled, obviously trying to lighten the
mood.
“
While that's very true,”
Furi laughed, “when a customer comes into your shop, they want to
see credentials and certifications displayed on the wall, or
they’ll go someplace else.”
“
Sounds like your dad was
a pretty smart business man. Did he have certifications and
credentials?”
“
Nope. Just his rep, and
the business flowed in.”
Syn looked down at his hand as Furi
stroked his fingertips lightly over the bandage. He’d dried off all
the excess liquid from the ice and placed a sterile non-stick pad
over the knuckles before wrapping Syn's hand a few times around
with gauze. After the final piece of tape was in place, he’d
smoothed his hands over the soft padding wanting desperately to
kiss the pain away.
“
Very nice. You got a
first aid certification too?” Syn’s sexy half smile was quickly
becoming Furi’s weakness.
“
Naw’. But over the course
of my marriage I got pretty good at patching up cuts and
bruises.”
Damnit. Why’d’ I say
that?
"I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said
that.”
“
But it’s the truth,” Syn
said solemnly. His eyes were the color of charcoal and a deep frown
creased his forehead. Syn stood abruptly, pulling Furi up with him.
He couldn’t look into Syn’s eyes. He was so ashamed of how he’d let
himself become a fucking victim. Syn was strong and courageous, a
respected cop, and smart. Why would he want someone like Furi?
“Look at me, damnit.”
Furi’s eyes shot up to meet Syn's
gaze.
“
We all have things that
happened in our past that we’re not proud of. Regardless of where
you came from or where you’ve been, everyone has faced trials. What
defines you as a man is how you overcome them. Did you beat it, or
did you let it beat you?”
“
I didn’t beat shit. I ran
like a thief in the night. I didn’t fight.” Furi looked
down.
Syn gently lifted Furi’s chin, so he
was looking at him. “As far as your husband and his bitch-assed
brother? They didn’t fight fair. You are all man, beautiful,
because a real man knows when he has to turn and walk away from an
unwinnable fight. You may think I always win, but I’ll be the first
to tell you I don’t and I’ll lose more, but I’ll damn sure keep
fighting. I’m a man and so are you. Don’t think I didn’t notice
that you took one of those big bastards out in that alley tonight.
Your brother-in-law was still crumpled over crying like a bitch,
holding his knee long after you left.” Furi couldn’t help but flash
a large smile at hearing that.
“
You’re amazing. The very
little that I know about you is fascinating. I want to know more, I
want to know it all. I promise you, nothing you say will make me
cringe and head for the door.” Syn appeared the most vulnerable
Furi had ever seen him. “And I hope you don’t balk at what I tell
you about my past, my trials.”
Furi’s breath caught in his
throat.
“
My wants,” Syn whispered,
leaning in and nuzzling close to Furi’s ear. He buried his face in
Furi’s hair and inhaled deeply, before pushing it behind his ear.
“God, I want you so fucking bad. Please.”
Furi swore something bolted together
inside him at that moment. Syn was finally putting it out there,
who he was and what he needed. He knew what Syn wanted, but was
Furi brave enough to go there again? He’d done it once and he’d
barely escaped with his life. Could he trust Syn? Yes he could,
because Syn was ten times the man that Patrick was.
Furi pulled Syn from nestling in his
hair and looked him in his eyes. “You’ve never been with a man.” It
wasn’t a question, but Syn shook his head anyway.
“
Are you ready to take
what you really want now? Because I can give it to you if you can
handle it.” Furi licked Syn’s lips, enjoying the shiver that
coursed through him.
Syn nodded his head this
time.
“
Say it,” Furi growled. “I
want to hear you ask for it.”
“
Can you give me what I
want, Furi?” Syn held on tight to Furi’s shoulders as if he was his
lifeline and he was going down.
Furi got a tight grip on the back of
Syn’s neck, pulling him roughly to his mouth and damn near spat the
words inside those sexy parted lips. “Fuck yes. If you’re man
enough to take it, then I can give it.”
Syn’s voice was so low, Furi had to
strain to hear him, but when those words came out in a harsh,
bass-filled timbre they were like lava flowing down Furi’s throat,
searing his stomach. “You gonna let me fuck you,
Furious?”
Furi searched those dark
eyes and knew he had it right. Syn was screaming for someone to
strip him of that airtight control. Make him forget about always
being in charge, making all the decisions and holding the reins,
just let him lie back and feel, enjoy the euphoria. “No, Syn. I’m
gonna fuck
you
.”
Oh hell, oh shit, oh fuck,
oh damn. Fuck me. No, no, no, no. I’m not ready.
Syn didn’t know how he felt about Furi’s
declaration. Fuck
me
? Shit. Syn was always on top,
right
? He was the one that called
the shots,
right
?
Furi was supposed to do what he told him to do,
right
? Because that’s the way it’d
always been.
Furi was watching Syn so closely, he
felt as if the man could see clear through his eyes and into his
mind, witnessing the struggle Syn was waging internally. What he’d
always believed to be true warring with what he was only now
realizing he truly wanted. It was a terrifying proposition to be
questioning everything you had always thought you knew about
yourself sexually.
“
Hey,” Furi broke into his
inner battle. “No one needs to know what the fuck goes on your
bedroom. That’s your business. Don’t mistake me not wanting to be
your secret for me wanting to share intimate details of my sex
life. Look at me Syn.”
Syn’s eyes were dark, and Furi didn’t
know if it was the strong desire running rampant through him or an
acute attack of fear of the unknown. No doubt this was new,
unchartered territory. Furi had to tread carefully, or he could
wake up with a snapped man. His and Patrick’s marriage started with
a lie about what Patrick's true needs were. Furi wasn’t going to
start this relationship the same way. Syn was a bottom, the best
kind of bottom. One that needed his top to take him where he could
be completely carefree, allowing himself to soar.
“
Bottoming doesn’t have a
goddamn thing to do with being weak, or less than a man. My
ex-husband believed that bullshit. Bottoming takes trust and
courage. The courage to give another person control of the
love-making and to trust them enough to take care of you while you
place that cherished piece of yourself – for you it's your control
– into the hands of another. It’s a very special and intimate gift
to give to a lover. Believe me when I tell you I don’t take that
trust lightly.”
Furi could see that his words had
gotten through to Syn, but now that he’d spoken the truth, he
needed to show him what he meant. Furi snaked his hands around
Syn’s waist and held him tightly, moaning in relief and arousal at
the feel of Syn’s hard cock pressing into his own. He felt Syn
running his hands up into his hair, roughly massaging his scalp,
little puffs of hot breath on his cheek making him more anxious.
Furi released his own soft breath and licked at the damp skin of
Syn’s neck. He tasted salty and masculine, the best flavor in the
fucking world. Furi walked them backward until Syn’s back hit the
wall beside the refrigerator. Syn grunted a little at the force of
it and Furi latched on to those firm lips that quickly turned
pliable against his own. He licked and bit at Syn’s bottom lip,
forcing him to open wider. Furi growled into his mouth, “Open for
me. Now.” Syn’s mouth parted so sweetly that Furi had to fight to
keep himself in check and not fuck Syn right there on the cold
tiles of the kitchen floor. Syn had obeyed him, followed his
command, that was what it was all about. Furi had to remain in
complete control, or else he’d lose Syn's trust. He plunged his
tongue into Syn’s mouth and explored every bud on his tongue,
licking each corner as Syn pushed his lower half against him,
seeking blissful friction of their hard dicks rubbing
together.