Embracing His Syn, page 11
“You let me handle that. I was trained in interrogations by the best.” Ro grinned again and Syn knew they were both thinking the same names. God and Day.
“As far as the porn stuff.” Ro pfftd. “That fucker is hot. I wouldn’t give a damn if he beat his meat in a damn Santa costume on the Home & Garden network as long as I got to see the video.”
Syn’s face paled at the mental image.
Ro laughed a deep laugh. “Point is no one cares who you’re fucking around here. You just need to be a good Sarge and an even better friend. We all have our outlets when we leave this place.” Ro led them out of the room. “Just look at me. Two years ago I was a homophobic asshole who no one could stand to be around. Now I’m fucking the Police Commissioner’s son; nightly … hard.”
Syn smiled and shoved Ro in the shoulder as they walked. He’d found out pretty quickly that Detective Johnson was the Police Commissioner’s one and only son. Some people may have had a problem with his gay status, but they sure-as-shit didn’t express it.
Ro stopped with Syn outside the interrogation room as he looked through the one way mirror at Furi. He sat still staring at the table and Syn saw him check his watch and fidget in his chair.
“Hmm. Looks like he has somewhere to be too. I wonder where,” Ro sing-songed.
“I’m supposed to pick him up at midnight from work. He’d finally agreed to let me see him.” Syn checked his watch and saw it was already after eleven.
Ro slapped him on the back. “I’ll get whatever I need, which will be enough to get him cleared, and then you can swoop in and rescue him once I get into the husband situation. Every man loves a hero, especially one with a shiny gold badge.” Ro winked.
Syn rolled his eyes as Ronowski opened the door and went into the room. He was starting to like Ro more and more.
So I’ve Been Hoodwinked.’
Furi had been having a halfway decent night at the bar tonight. Tips were good and he was excited about Syn coming back later. Damn if that man wasn’t sex on a stick. Strong and powerful: but full of need and want. He’d easily pushed Syn up against the wall, not meeting a bit of resistance. Furi had licked and stolen every single whimper and moan the man made. It’d turned him on to no end. Syn was so responsive to him. Furi couldn’t fight it any more, he’d caressed those strong muscles, heard his need. Syn wanted Furi to say his name. He smiled thinking about it. Say my name, please. Furi had felt Syn’s power and taken it from him. Fuck yes. He’d take more soon. He wouldn’t say the man’s name until he was ready. Or until he’d earned it.
“Furious!” His uncle snapped him out of his thoughts. Furi had been washing the same glass for five minutes.
“What?” he yelled right back. Damn, his uncle got on his nerves.
“These Detectives want you,” his uncle hissed in his ear. “Look, I don’t want you bringing your trouble here.”
“I’m not in any trouble. I told you that I know a guy who was killed, that I'd probably have to make a statement.” Furi was already slipping on his coat. “I’ll be back when I’m finished.”
“You knew the guy, huh? Knew him, or were doing him?” His uncle eyed him skeptically.
Can you be any more of a prick?
“Look, I told you already. I knew him from school.” Furi refused to tell his uncle where he really knew Starman from. Honestly, it was none of his business. His uncle gave Furi enough shit, without adding the porn to the mix.
“I’m gonna dock your pay for this. Now I’m a bartender short,” his uncle grumbled.
“Well the sooner you let me go, the faster I can get back.” Furi barreled past him.
Furi didn’t say anything to the Detectives, not wanting the customers to overhear. When they got outside, Furi turned and looked at them suspiciously. They sure as hell didn’t look like any Detectives he’d ever seen. One was wearing jeans, a dark blue button up shirt, and a well-worn black leather coat. His hair was slicked back and hung just a little past his collar. The other was a couple inches taller, standing at least six-three. His jeans had a hole in the knee and his faded Metallica t-shirt had seen better days. Both men looked to be in their thirties. “You’re both Detectives?”
“Yep,” the smaller one spoke up first. “I’m Detective Green, this is Detective Ruxsburg. We need to ask you some questions about a homicide that occurred Thursday night behind your employer’s building.
“Your other employer,” the other detective added smugly.
Furi narrowed his eyes at them. “Let me see some identification, Detectives.”
Both men reached for their ids. Metallica shirt pulled out his wallet and revealed his gold badge with Detective written in black across the shield, while the smug one pulled back one side of his jacket showing the butt of his firearm and his badge clipped to his hip.
“Where’s your gun?” Furi looked to Metallica.
“You don’t wanna know.” He grinned.
Furi rolled his eyes. Let me just get this over with. He’d keep it short and simple. He didn’t really know Starman, so he had little to contribute. He’d answer their questions and get back to work. He didn’t care what these bastards thought of the way he earned his money.
“Satisfied? Now let’s go,” the smug one said.
“Go where?” Furi looked between them. “I can answer your questions right here.”
“You could if we were the ones with the questions,” Metallica spoke up. “Our Sergeant and First Officer will be questioning you down at the precinct.”
“So you’re the errand boys.”
“And you’re the porn boy,” Metallica quipped back smoothly. “Now that we got job titles out of the way, move it, unless there’s some reason you don’t want to come.”
Furi wanted to flip them both off, but he followed them toward the parking lot. He was sort of glad they weren’t the ones questioning him, because he didn’t like their attitudes.
Metallica opened the back door to a dark Suburban and told him to get in. Furi climbed in and put his seat belt on, just wanting to get this over with and get back before midnight. Furi found himself wondering what precinct Syn was in and if he should tell him soon about his second job. He didn’t want him finding out through the grapevine or hotline. Whatever.
Furi was in the little room for almost a half an hour before the door finally opened. Finally. He took in the young Detective’s appearance. Blond, blue eyes with an innocent face that was every mother’s dream and every gay man’s wet dream. Compact muscles could be seen through his white and gray shirt. His dark jeans fit nice, too nice over his round ass. Furi looked his fill before letting his gaze travel upward. A drop dead gorgeous smile was surrounded by pretty pink lips. Oh man was he pretty, and the way he was looking at Furi, he had to be gay.
A light brown eyebrow rose, followed by a deep, easy chuckle. “You like what you see?”
“Yes. I’m not blind. But I prefer a stronger jaw, someone a little darker.” Furi smirked right back. Where the hell had he gotten all this bravado from? He usually wasn’t so blunt, but it felt good. He was finally coming into his own. The way his dad had urged him to before he’d passed.
“Stronger and darker, huh? No shit.” The man looked behind him into the one-way mirror, smiling broadly, making Furi wonder who was behind it.
“I’m Detective Ronowski. I’m the First Officer of a narcotics task force based in this precinct. Thank you for coming down tonight.”
“Well it wasn’t by choice. I will say your errand boys could use a refresher course in charm and courtesy,” Furi said with little venom.
“Errand boys? Oh, you mean Green and Ruxs.” Ronowski laughed again. It was a melodic sound that had Furi leaning back and enjoying it. “Those errand boys are very skilled men, maybe not in charm, but definitely in hand-to-hand combat. Just in case someone doesn’t want to come willingly. But I’m sure you didn’t give them any trouble.”
“No, I didn’t. Anyway, how long is this going to take?” Furi asked, checking his watch again. Damnit.
“Got a hot date?” Ronowski smiled, looking at the window again.
“Something like that. Who’s behind that glass?”
“My boss.” Ronowski shot him that sexy grin again.
“Well this is fun, but can we move it along?”
“Of course.” The detective opened a thin file and looked over a few notes before he asked his first question. “How long have you been performing for Illustra?”
“About nine months.” Furi would only answer the questions with straightforward answers. He wasn’t going to elaborate.
“You know why we asked you’re here, right?”
“Yeah, 'cause Starman was killed.” Furi shook his head. It still made him sad to say it out loud.
“That’s right. How well did you know him?”
“Just in passing. When I was there to film, he was sometimes finishing up or starting a scene.”
“Did he ever mention any problems he was having?”
“No. I didn’t talk to him much, and when I did it was usually about my tattoos or his. We didn’t have much in common, I guess. Starman was a ladies' man. I’m a man’s man.” Furi laughed humorlessly.
“Did you ever see Starman doing drugs?”
“No.”
“Do you?” Ronowski had a damn good poker face. Furi didn’t know what he was looking for.
“No, never. Sometimes the performers do ecstasy or take Viagra, but I’ve never taken either, nor did I see Starman. Like I said, I never performed with him.
“I see you never did any movies with women. But do you get along with them?”
Furi thought about that question. He needed to tell the truth. He wasn’t popular with the ladies right now. “I thought I got along with them. They’ve been acting a little more hostile towards me lately.”
“How so?”
“Just real bitchy is all. The owner of Illustra, Mack, is always trying to get me to do a scene with a woman. I keep declining. I can’t and won’t have sex with a woman. No amount of Viagra can keep me hard enough for that.”
Ro laughed again, nodding his head like he understood.
“The last offer Mack came up with was for me to do a movie with Sasha Pain. Well, there was a communication screw up because everyone thought I was going to do it. I heard she’d posted comments about it on her website.”
Ro was writing quickly while Furi talked.
“I’m not on social media, but I hear she made some pretty nasty comments when the shoot was cancelled. I will tell you though, I just found out today that instead of my friend Doug filling in for me, Mack put Starman in instead. I think she was really pissed. At me though, not at Starman.
Ronowski kept going, “So you only do solos.”
Furi didn’t know if that was a question or a statement so he didn’t say anything.
“Are you waiting to see if Illustra will eventually branch out into gay movies too?”
What the hell type of questioning is this? What does that have to do with Starman’s murder?
“Hell, no. I don’t care what Illustra does from now on. I’m quitting in a couple weeks. Doug and I are finally going to open our own garage. I did what I had to do to earn my share of the start-up costs.” Furi thought the questions were way off course. If this detective was hitting on him, he was ready to get back to the pub. “Do you have any other questions about Starman, 'cause I really need to go.”
“Sure. Where were you the night Starman was killed?” Ronowski’s easy smile was gone, replaced with a serious expression.
“I was home with my friend, Doug. I’d called him about eight, we got drunk and crashed.”
Ronowski wrote that down and continued, “Do you know of anyone who would want to kill Starman?”
“No, I can’t say that I do. I don’t talk to or hang out with anyone from Illustra except Doug.”
“Last question. Why did your husband have to file a missing persons report on you?”
Furi flinched before he could stop himself. Fuck. Now he really was pissed. He'd had every right to leave Patrick the way he did. Furi drug his hands through his hair, pulling on the ends, gritting his teeth. “My husband was an abusive son-of-a-bitch. When he wasn’t throwing punches, he didn’t mind letting his brother take a few shots for shits-and-giggles. So I waited until he was out of town and I got the fuck outta there. What does this have to do with Starman?”
“Not a damn thing.”
Furi’s breath caught at the sound of Syn’s voice. He came into the room looking like he was going to hurt Ronowski. Was he the one behind the glass all this time? Asshole.
“Let’s go Furious.” Syn stood at the door glaring at Ronowski.
“Do you not want your husband contacted?” Ronowski continued ignoring Syn’s glare.
Furi turned around at the door. “It doesn’t matter. He’s already been contacted … with divorce papers.” Furi left the room and took long strides through the precinct until he was outside. He knew Syn was behind him, though his steps were light, he could sense him there. Furi was so angry he wanted to round on Syn and punch him in the face. This meant Syn knew everything about him. About his husband, how he made additional money, about every fucking thing. He’d taken away Furi’s control. That just wouldn’t do.
‘Nectar of the Most Forbidden Fruit’
Damnit.
Furi was mad, and not just a little bit. He was like a man on a mission. Syn watched him fling the doors open and head around the corner. “Furi, can I talk to you?” Syn asked as calmly as he could.
Furi turned down a side street and rounded on him fast, his long hair flying over his left shoulder. He grabbed Syn by the collar of his jacket and threw him hard up against the wall.
“Ugh, fuck! Furi relax, I can explain,” Syn said, using a soothing tone.
“You knew I was going to be picked up. You stood outside that mirror watching me. Did I entertain you? You think I give a fuck about you judging me because I jerk off on camera for money?” Furi growled in his face.
“First: I didn’t know you were going to be picked up tonight. Ronowski is my first officer and he deals with that. He reports to me whenever he feels he has something worth investigating further. Second: he didn’t talk to me about you until after I left you this evening. Third: I didn’t even know you worked at Illustra, but now that I do, read my lips; I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck.” He watched Furi’s eyes, saw them land on Syn's mouth. His face just mere inches from his own. He saw Furi’s anger turn to arousal just as his did. Syn brought his hands up slowly, desperately wanting to bury them in Furi’s hair.
“Put 'em down,” Furi said harshly against his lips.
Syn dropped his hands to his sides, breath quickening at Furi’s command. “Let me touch you,” Syn whispered. He groaned deep in his throat as Furi pressed him harder against the wall. He parted his lips slightly, inviting Furi to taste, needing another taste. Syn leaned in and Furi turned his head, making Syn miss his lips.
Syn growled low, letting Furi hear his disappointment. “Why are you such a dick to me? You’re either being a sarcastic ass or making me chase you. You tease me, not letting me touch you until you allow it. Is this the way it’s done? Is this how you will always treat me?”
Furi moved in closer, letting Syn nestle his face into all that soft, fluffy hair across Furi’s ear and neck. Syn took a deep breath, “Smells so good.”
Furi finally released his grip on his coat and Syn’s dick jerked in his pants at the feel of Furi snaking his hands behind Syn’s neck. Furi pulled Syn's head from his hair and looked at him carefully, trying to decide what to say. “I don’t want to be mean to you. I just don’t know what to think of you yet.”
“Can I still take you home? I need to talk to you,” Syn said, his voice gravelly with arousal.
“Officially?” Furi asked through clenched teeth.
“Yes. I do need to clear some things up, but nothing has changed for me. You wanna make me chase you some more, fine. I will chase you.” Syn nipped at Furi’s jaw, making him flinch. “But, understand this. I will catch you, Furious.”
Furi hissed, grinding their hard cocks perfectly against each other. Furi licked around his mouth, his sweet lips just lightly brushing against Syn's. Furi peppered feather soft kisses across his stubble.
“It’s midnight now. You said I could take you home.”
Furi backed away from him, running his hands through his own hair. “Alright, you can ask your official questions during the ride.”
Syn was on the highway headed to Emory Point. The windows were cracked to let in some brisk night air. Syn watched out of the corner of his eye as Furi pulled his hair back into a loose ponytail.
“Ask away,” Furi said, realizing they were almost to his exit.
“Are you in trouble?”
Furi turned; looking sharply at Syn. Furi probably wasn’t expecting that to be his first question, but that was the most important issue as far as Syn was concerned. He knew Furi wasn't involved in Starman’s murder, so he didn’t need to ask about that.
“Before I left the pub tonight, you asked me if someone had sent me and if I was working for him. Were you talking about your husband?”
“Yes,” Furi said roughly. “He hasn’t seen or heard from me in almost a year. He might’ve thought I was dead.” He shrugged. “I finally had him served with divorce papers, which means he now knows my address. He and his brother will come for me, guaranteed. Even if it’s only to serve up one more ass whipping before he signs the papers.”
Syn heard the squeaking sound his steering wheel was making as he tightened his fists and squeezed the leather. He was getting angry, angrier than he’d been in a long time. The thought of someone harming the man beside him; touching even one lock of gorgeous hair on his head made Syn want to shoot something. He took a deep breath and tried to follow the directions Furi was giving him. He pulled up to a small house on the corner in a quiet neighborhood.
“This is your house?” Syn asked.
