Embracing His Syn (28 page)

Furi’s body was revved up,
but he maintained composure, needing to feel and counter every one
of Syn’s actions. Furi felt him push against him again, this time
he grasped Syn’s hips tightly, forcing Syn to stay still, and his
lover did just that. Furi smiled against Syn’s wet lips.
Good boy
. He wouldn’t
dare say that aloud. Not yet, anyway. He popped the button on Syn’s
jeans and lowered the zipper slowly. Furi confidently reached
inside, hissing at the feel of dampness in the front of Syn’s
briefs. His man was leaking like a broken faucet. He couldn’t wait
to have another taste of him. But first Furi’s hands continued
around Syn’s strong hips to those round furry cheeks, and he dove
in: grabbing two nice handfuls. “Mmm. Damn, you feel good.” Furi
wanted in so badly but he had to be patient.

Syn’s breaths were coming in fast,
shallow pants and Furi’s eyes were observing his every reaction as
he slowly dragged one finger down the seam of Syn’s ass. That
little piece of heaven was nestled between those soft cheeks and
Furi was about to get his first feel of it. He lifted the hand that
was still massaging Syn’s ass and brought to his mouth, making an
erotic show of sucking on his middle finger while Syn watched with
hooded eyes.

“
Furi,” Syn
groaned.

“
Shhh. I got you. Need you
to trust me.” He knew Syn wanted to feel that finger deep inside
him and Furi was happy to give it to him. He slid his spit-slicked
finger from his mouth, and pulling Syn’s ass cheeks apart, he let
that finger oh so delicately touch that hot hole. Furi rubbed it
lightly back and forth, slowly massaging the tight skin surrounding
it, Syn making the most beautiful sound Furi had ever heard. “You
like that don’t you, baby?” Furi knew Syn was basking in the
feeling and didn’t expect an answer; he already knew the answer.
Syn’s head was thrown back, his cock leaking copious amounts of
pre-come. Yeah, Furi knew the damn answer. He applied exactly the
right amount of pressure to Syn’s hole, feeling him tense just a
little in anticipation of entry. “Relax, Syn. I promise I won’t
hurt you. Do you trust me?”

Syn brought his head down, slowly
opening his eyes before looking at Furi very seriously.
“Yes.”

Furi needed to move this out of Syn’s
kitchen and into a room with a bed. Furi was barely applying any
pressure to Syn’s bud, letting him get used to the feeling, used to
being touched there. The multitude of nerves around the anus were
so sensitive, and Furi was determined to stimulate Syn there so
thoroughly that he never doubted his true desires again. When Furi
began pulling his hands away, Syn grabbed both his biceps in a
punishing grip, obviously not ready for Furi to stop massaging him.
Furi was over-the-moon elated, but he pushed Syn’s strong arms back
against the wall and pressed his forehead hard against his. “You
are not in control here, Syn. Got it?”

Syn slowly nodded his head.

“
Good.” Furi reached
around and palmed Syn’s dick, giving it a few nice, long strokes.
Syn’s whimper and moan were fucking beautiful. Furi would never
tire of those sounds. “I know that feels good, baby, but trust me,
I haven’t even started pleasuring you yet. I want to go take a
quick shower. You go in your room and get ready for me. I’ll meet
you there in a few minutes.”

Syn looked like he didn’t want to
move.

“
Go,” Furi said sternly
against Syn’s mouth, licking those sexy lips one last time as he
grabbed his bag, making his way into the bathroom. He really needed
to wash that nasty alley-fight grime off as quickly as possible,
then he was going to fuck Syn so good the man would think he had
invented sex.

Syn went into his room,
leaving a nice-sized crack in the door. He moved about the spacious
room, picking up dirty clothes, throwing them in a corner since he
didn’t have a hamper. He secured his guns in his nightstand, making
sure the safeties were on while trying not to over-think
everything. He washed quickly; giving a certain area a few extra
scrubs, then swished some too-hot mouthwash around a couple times
before leaving the bathroom. Wearing only a towel around his waist
he quickly smoothed out the fitted sheet and folded the blue plaid
comforter down. Syn climbed on the bed and listened to see if Furi
had stopped the shower yet ... he had.
Fuck, fuck. Okay. Calm down. Breathe. This is not the same
thing as Rhodes. You couldn’t do it with him because Rhodes
wasn’t
the one
... Furious Barkley is.

Furi had hit the nail on the head. Syn
did want to feel; feel good, feel cared for. His whole life he’d
been going through the motions of life like a damn robot. 'Be a
good cop' was his mantra. It’s all he’d fucking known his entire
life. Now he was over thirty and he’d let almost half his life pass
without letting himself feel something meaningful, intimate. Furi
was going to give him that tonight – and if the brief scene in the
kitchen was any indication – Furi was going to give it to him just
the way he needed it.

At first he was nervous about Furi’s
talk of taking his control and ordering him through this, but the
man had been right. What he did in the privacy of his own bedroom
was no one’s business but his. Period. He wasn’t feeling any less
like a man about letting Furi fuck him. Syn hated to even think
about it, would never say it out loud, but he was pretty sure that
Day was on the receiving end when he and God made love. So when he
thought about it Furi was right. It takes a real man to let another
man top him. It came down to trust. Trusting your partner enough to
share something very intimate with him. Syn was ready. Oh hell
yeah, he was ready.

Syn stretched out on his
full-size bed, he'd decided against a queen or king because he
never thought he'd be sharing it with anyone, figuring he’d upsize
if it became necessary.
Maybe it
has.
His previous tricks hadn't slept in
his bed, they'd never made it past his couch. Maybe he’d keep the
full; it meant Furi would always have to be real close to
him.

Syn gulped when Furi pushed his
bedroom door the rest of the way open and stood there completely
naked and beautiful. Syn’s eyes immediately honed in on Furi’s long
un-cut cock jutting out from his neatly trimmed pubic hair. It
wasn’t overly thick, which Syn thought might be a good thing,
especially for his first time, but the length was impressive. He
hadn't noticed that he was holding his breath until a hard gust of
air burst through his lips. “Fuck.”

Furi remained where he
was, letting Syn look his fill. “You’d think you've never seen my
cock before,
Detective
.” Furi’s deep voice ricocheted off his bare
walls.

“
What?” Syn whispered,
still mesmerized by Furi’s nudity. A man was actually naked in his
bedroom.

“
You have seen my cock
before. Surely with all your investigation of Illustra’s
entertainers, you saw some of my videos too, right?” Furi
smiled.

“
Um. No. Once I found out
you worked there, I let my Lieutenant handle your file.” Syn
thought about what he’d just said ...
fuck, Day’s watched my boyfriend jerk off. Oh this can’t be
good.

“
What’s wrong? You told me
you didn’t care that I’d done it. Why didn’t you want to watch
them?” Furi didn’t look upset, just intrigued.

“
I didn’t want to violate
you like that.” Syn felt his face heat. Furi was an adult
entertainer. It wasn’t likely he’d perform in front of a camera if
he felt ashamed.

Furi came to stand by the
bed. He had towel-dried his hair, but it was still damp and a few
shades darker than when dry. It appeared longer, hanging past his
shoulders. Syn slowly sat up and swung his legs over the edge of
the bed. His towel came undone and he let it lie there, not shy
about his nakedness, either. Furi wedged his way in between his
parted legs. Although Furi’s semi-erect dick was right there in his
face, that wasn’t what had his attention.
Oh god.
It was the large dragon
tattooed across the left side of Furi’s chest, the spiked tail
moving over his muscled shoulder and ending at the middle of his
neck. Syn mapped the beautiful creature with one finger, stopping
just briefly at Furi’s nipple, watching the goose bumps pop up
around the light pink bud. Syn was absolutely fascinated by Furi’s
beauty. He’d never seen such creamy skin. Sexy light brown hair lay
damp against his toned chest. Syn brought his other hand up and
noticed he was shaking as he explored more of Furi’s tatted torso.
The nautical stars he’d seen on Furi’s arm weren't just age-old gay
symbolism to him, to Syn they also represented what the five-point
star was meant to represent: guidance, loyalty, and honor. He’d
already seen the black and red Harley taking up most of Furi’s
forearm, but he’d never read the words that were inked underneath
it: ‘
I have promises to keep and miles to
go before I sleep.’

There were at least a dozen unique
Chinese symbols down his right side. A proverb written in an
elegant, rolling script almost completely covered his left side.
Syn looked up into Furi’s hooded eyes, and pushed his arm back so
he could read it.

The greatest thing you’ll
ever learn is how to love.

The greatest thing you’ll
ever feel is being loved in return.

But love, I’ve come to
understand is more than three

words uttered in the dark
at bedtime. Love is

sustained by action, a
pattern of devotion in

the things we do for each
other every day.

Syn didn’t know what made him do what
he did next, but it felt right. He leaned in and laid several
gentle kisses along those beautiful words and hugged Furi to him.
Syn then pulled Furi back to arm’s length. “You’re so goddamn
gorgeous,” he choked out, his voice rough with emotion and
desire.

Furi gently pushed Syn back to lie
across the bed and climbed on top of him, pinning him deliciously
beneath his weight. Syn didn’t remember ever having been this
turned on. His balls were full and aching. His cock was so hard and
red he thought he may be doing it permanent damage. He needed to
come – soon.

“
Fuck, you feel good under
me,” Furi moaned and thrust hard against Syn’s cock.

Syn was holding his legs straight and
a little stiff, his arms lying flat at his side. He wasn’t sure
where he was supposed to put them. He didn’t like the uncertainty,
not knowing what to do. Damnit he needed to do something. Furi was
supposed to be guiding him...

No sooner had that thought arose, than
Furi responded as if he’d heard it. He took both of Syn’s hands and
wrapped his arms around Furi's neck. Syn lightly stroked that
beautiful mane as Furi ground down harder, making Syn moan deep in
his chest. “Spread your legs nice and wide for me, baby.” Furi’s
voice was so dark and sensual as he lapped at Syn's neck, and
nibbled on his chin, waiting for Syn to comply.

“
Oh god.” It felt so good.
Syn spread his legs wider than a cheap hooker in a Red Roof Inn. “I
need it now, Furi.”

Furi laughed, a deep throaty sound in
his ear, causing him to instinctively raise his hips seeking
relief. “You’ll get it when I’m ready to give it to you.” Furi rose
off him and Syn resisted the desire to hold his arms out for him,
and beg him to come back. Furi stared down at him adoringly before
popping him hard on his thigh. “Get up there,” Furi said, glancing
at the head of the bed.

Syn turned and moved to the middle of
the bed, scooting all the way back until his head was on one of the
two pillows. His eyes followed Furi as he stepped through the
doorway to the hall. He was wondering what Furi was doing out in
the hallway, but soon realized he must be getting something from
his duffle bag. He returned with a few things in his hands and
began to place them on the nightstand. When Furi took a sheer red
scarf and draped it over his bedside lampshade, casting the room in
a sexy glow, Syn was floored. It seemed almost as though Furi
planned this.

“
Where’d you get that?"
Syn had to ask.

Furi climbed back on the bed and
nudged his legs apart again, settling comfortably between them, as
if he belonged there. “In your linen closet.”