Embracing His Syn (52 page)

“
It’s not even noon yet.
Do you have to go to work right now?” Syn’s sexy confident walk
over to where Furi was bent over tying his boots brought him flush
against Furi’s ass. “I thought you’d have a little time before work
... maybe for a game of stroke the mechanic’s tool.” Syn bent over
Furi’s back and pressed his rising cock into that perfect bubble
ass.

Furi laughed as he finished tying his
boots. “I would love to play a long game with you, baby. But I’m
swamped. I need to get down there and help my guys. I’m really
grateful for Day pulling some strings and getting us that contract
with the city to service the department's vehicles; but if I see
one more Suburban this week, I’m going to choke one or all of you.
It’s like you guys break them on purpose. I mean seriously. What
cop chases a suspect and jumps out of the truck before stopping it
and putting it in park?”

Syn laughed. “My guys do.”

Furi went to tie his hair back in a
ponytail but Syn stopped him. His eyes burning with lust. “I need
you Furi.” Syn kissed Furi’s neck. “You smell so good. Wanna taste
you right now. Feel you bury that long cock deep inside of
me.”

Furi’s head fell back against the wall
as Syn licked and nipped at his throat. “Feels good,
Syn.”

“
Then let me have you.”
Syn tugged at Furi’s overalls but was stopped.

“
Today is Friday. I’m off
all weekend.” Furi spun Syn around and slammed him his chest
against the wall and pressed his cock against his ass, wrinkling
the nice slacks Syn'd worn for court. “I promise you, I’m going to
spend every one of those forty-eight hours buried balls deep in
your tight ass.”

“
Fuck me,” Syn groaned,
his hands pressed firmly against the wall.

“
Can’t right now, but I
can do this.” Furi spun Syn around hard and placed a firm palm to
his chest pushing him back against the wall again. Syn’s breathing
was fast and his cock was difficult to conceal in those thin
slacks. Furi kept eye contact with Syn’s dark pools as he dropped
to his knees. He made quick work of undoing Syn’s belt and dropping
his pants and briefs to his ankles. Furi took Syn’s length all the
way to the back of his throat and held him there.

“
Augh. Furious!” Syn
yelled, grasping at Furi’s shoulders.

Furi had to take the edge off for his
lover and then he had to get to work. And he had to take care of
himself too, since his dick was just as hard and aching. Syn fucked
Furi’s mouth while he unbuttoned his jumpsuit and anxiously dug
inside his jeans, pulling himself free. He moaned deep in his
throat at the first contact of cool air on his hot dick. No doubt
the vibration drove Syn crazy because he grasped Furi’s hair and
started slamming his cock in and out, the rhythm of his hips
already faltering.

“
Gonna fuckin’ make me
come already, you sexy bastard,” Syn groaned.

Furi’s palm was dry and the painful
friction he jerked his cock with was tipping him over the edge
fast. He opened his mouth wider, feeling Syn’s length harden to
granite right before the first hot splash of come hit his tongue.
Syn bucked hard against him as usual, his orgasm kicking his ass.
Syn bowed over Furi’s head and grunted hard as the ruthless tremors
racked his body. Furi barely had time to swallow the first couple
of spurts before more creamy goodness flooded his mouth. Salty,
warm and plentiful. Furi squeezed his eyes shut and kept the tight
hold on Syn’s cock in his mouth while he fucked his own a couple
more times into his fist and shot his load over his other hand.
Furi released a long throaty groan while he milked his cock head
for the last drops.

Furi let Syn’s cock slip from his
mouth so he could rest his forehead against Syn’s hard thigh. “Damn
that was good,” Furi breathed. Syn stroked Furi’s hair while he
pulled himself together.

Furi stood up and went to the bathroom
to wash his hands. When he’d finished drying, Syn was standing in
the doorway, a satisfied look on his face. Furi winked at him in
the mirror and turned around to face him. He walked forward until
they were chest-to-chest. He whispered against Syn’s mouth, “Feel
better?”

“
For now. This will only
hold me a few hours.” Syn’s dark voice coursed through Furi’s body
making him want to drop to his knees again. Syn rubbed his course
cheek against Furi’s. “I need more. I need rough.”

Furi reached between them and gripped
Syn’s balls and tugged on them making him grunt at the ache. “Shit!
More,” Syn grumbled.

“
Fuck,” Furi moaned. It
always turned him on when Syn begged him. Furi dipped low and took
both his hands and cupped Syn’s balls and his cock applying ample
pressure to both of them. He squeezed the head of Syn’s cock and
simultaneously tugged his balls. Syn rose up on his toes and bucked
his hips seeking more sweet torture. Furi’s cock was rising again.
He nuzzled the side of Syn’s neck and licked a warm path to his
ear. He pressed his lips firmly to the shell, whispering hoarsely,
“Fuckin’ pain slut. Gonna give you all you can take this weekend.”
Furi ran his tongue to Syn’s open mouth, his breath panting across
Furi’s face while he breathed through the throb in his
balls.

“
Please,” Syn
whimpered.

Holy hell. How’d I get
this damn lucky?

“
Yes.” Furi released Syn’s
balls and wrapped his arms around him to kiss him properly before
they both went back to work.

Syn walked with Furi down the stairs
to the shop that was already buzzing with activity. Since the grand
opening three months ago, business had grown exponentially. Furi
and Doug already had two big contracts: one with the city and one
with a medium-sized car dealership. But they stayed busy with
regular maintenance and detail work customers too. The place ran
like a well-oiled machine. Cars were treated with care and the work
performed on every one was quality. The operations manager was
already talking about running a commercial during prime time
television. Furi didn’t let any of this go to his head, he simply
nodded and told the man to come back to him with specs next week
and he and Doug would consider it. It turned Syn on to watch Furi
run his business. He was so proud of him, proud to be on his arm,
proud to love him and be loved by him.

They walked to the service bay area,
which was where Furi worked ninety percent of the time and they
both halted when they saw God’s big truck pulled into the last bay.
The hood was up but no one was messing with it. God only trusted
Furi to work on his truck now and everyone knew it, so no one dared
overstep.

God was leaning against it with Ro and
Ruxs while Doug and a few other mechanics stood around talking.
Ro’s hands were gesturing wildly like he was telling a very
entertaining story.

When they approached where the men
were standing, Syn tugged Furi’s hand and he instinctually turned
and kissed him softly on the mouth. Furi hoisted himself up on the
front fender and leaned inside the hood of the F-350 and settled
down on the side frame. “What the fuck did you do now, God?” Furi
huffed.

“
That’s no way to talk to
a customer,” God chided Furi.

“
Fuck you. Now tell me
what happened?” Furi shot back.

Everyone laughed including God, as he
went about telling Furi he was chasing a suspect when he took a
wrong turn ... down some stairs.

Furi raised his head and gave God a
heavy scowl. “Stairs!?”

“
Like I said. Wrong turn,”
God said nonchalantly. “Now something’s rattling under
there.”

“
No shit,” Furi said
pulling the flashlight from his pocket and taking a closer look.
“You’ve probably fucked up your tie rods.”

“
Hey Furious, I’m willing
to offer you seventy-five thous–”

“
It’s not for sale Day. It
wasn’t for sale the last fifty bids you proposed and it’s still not
for sale,” Furi said calmly, not bothering to look up from God’s
truck while he shot Day down again.

“
Give it a rest
sweetheart. He’s never gonna sell you his father’s bike.” God
looked down at Day’s pouting face. “There’s like fifteen other
kick-ass bikes in his showroom. Pick one of those if you’re ready
for a different bike.”

“
But that one is
tricked-out like a motherfucker,” Day snapped.

“
Leo. You do realize I
designed that bike. If you pick a bike, I’ll customize it for you.”
Furi finally looked at Day who now looked like he had just been
given the largest present under the tree on Christmas morning. “Oh
hell yeah. Alright then. I’ll be by next week to do the paperwork
on the Valkyrie.”

“
That was quick,” Furi
laughed.

“
Well, I’d already decided
I’d get that one, just wanted to throw one more number out there at
you.” Day shrugged.

“
I couldn’t sell my dad’s
bike, any more than you could sell your dad's jazz collection.”
Furi looked down at Day and everyone recognized the moment Day got
the point.

“
Hey let’s celebrate that
fucking trial being over this weekend,” Ruxs called out breaking
the silence.

A lot of the mechanics around them
whooped and hollered. Between Brenden and Patrick’s trial and the
ladies of BTNS homicide trial it had been draining, on top of their
other casework. They were happy the weekend was here and God and
Day had given everyone two full days of R&R.

“
Day what are y’all's
plans for tonight?” Ro asked.

“
Well,” Day drawled,
“I
was
gonna
redefine the word manhood for God, but I’m open to other
suggestions.”

God lunged for Day but the smooth man
slipped through his arms and sought refuge around the back of the
truck.

Syn was cracking up along with
everyone else until Ro continued. “Let’s get together tomorrow for
the game. Bring some beer. Johnson has a whole box of Cubans from
his trip to Cancun. Day and Furi can cook.”

“
Whoa. You say that like
we’re the little ladies who belong in the kitchen.” Day came back
out with his chest puffed up.

Syn saw Furi shaking his head, a huge
smile on his face as he listened to their banter, while working
away on God’s truck. Ever since Furi and Day had cooked together
and made a meal fit for a king’s table, everyone always offered up
that suggestion. Honestly, Syn knew how much Furi loved it when the
guys went on and on about their cooking.

“
Furi doesn’t mind, huh
Furi?” Ro added.

“
Leave me out of it,” Furi
chuckled. “But if Day wants help in the kitchen, I’d be happy to
help him.”

“
Well it’s settled,” Ro
concluded.

“
No the hell it’s not.”
Day shoved Ro out the way and pointed his finger at all of them
except Furi. “You guys are cooking for us and we’ll be in the den
watching the game.”

Furi threw his head back laughing. “I
like that plan.”

“
I don’t,” Syn
added.

“
Show them you can cook in
more than just the bedroom, baby.” Furi winked at Syn.

“
TMI,” God
grumbled.

“
I just remembered I
actually do have plans,” Ruxs said quickly.

“
Fuck that. You too, Ruxs.
Now it’s settled.” Day smirked. “Time to stop standing around
looking pretty. Gentlemen, there’s bad guys to chase down out
there. We gotta get back to the office.”

Syn waited for them to clear out. He
stepped over beside God’s truck, looking up at his love. “I’ll see
you tonight, gorgeous.”

“
Yes, you will.” Furi
leaned down and kissed him, slipping him a little tongue just
before pulling back. “I love you. Be safe out there.”

“
Love you too, Furious.
And I’m always safe. Got too much to live for.”

The End.