Embracing His Syn, page 17
“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.”
‘This is Long Overdue’
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.
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.
‘By Golly, I Think He Likes It’
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.
