Embracing His Syn, page 29
Furi parked in the lot reserved for the riverboat patrons and walked over to stand on the side to wait for his man. His hair blew in the evening breeze and he couldn’t wait to get on that top deck to let Syn run his hands through it. It was 7:15 and people were beginning to board the boat. Everyone was dressed in nice casual clothing. The air was brisk, the water giving it more of a bite than away from the water, but he’d be warm in Syn’s large arms. Syn just had to get his ass here first because the boat would set sail in fifteen minutes whether Furi and Syn were on it or not.
Furi kept looking toward the street, but he didn’t see any vehicles slowing to turn into the lot. It was 7:25. Only five minutes left. There were already couples on the top of the boat, laughing and holding each other. Nibbling on finger foods and sipping wine that was being served by men and women in starched uniforms. Furi watched couples gaze into each other’s eyes as the sun set in the distance, bathing the sky in romantic purples, reds, and oranges. He said a quick prayer that Syn would miraculously appear in front of him. Reluctantly Furi checked his watch again, knowing his time was up. Syn wasn’t coming.
Furi watched hopelessly as the deck hands pulled up the gangway. The riverboat revved its diesel engine and the propellers cut through the waves as it began to back away from the dock.
He’d told Syn he loved him and it’d been too much. Maybe Syn didn’t mean it after all and it was just a slip of the tongue. But Furi didn’t want to believe that. He wanted to think that Syn loved him. Furi gripped the rails in front of him and let his chin fall to his chest. As much as he didn’t want it to, Syn’s no-show hurt him deeply.
How could this day have started so beautifully and ended in such catastrophe? “What have I done?” Furi whispered into the darkening sky. Why do I keep picking men with these fucked up issues? Furi watched the riverboat float away and the dock became eerily quiet. It made Furi shiver because it all seemed so fucking symbolic. Something so beautiful and vibrant was fading away from him and he couldn’t stop it. He wasn’t sure what to do now. It was a little after eight and he was still staring out over the dark water. His chest was tight and his eyes watered. If he blew it with Syn he’d hate himself. The man had all but screamed that he needed a second to decompress but Furi had pushed him. Now he may have pushed the man away completely.
“Furious. Did you mean it?” The dark voice cut into Furi’s thoughts and he had to blink a few times to make sure he hadn’t just imagined Syn’s voice.
Furi turned around slowly and there he was in dark slacks and a button up white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. A black blazer hung off his fingertips over his shoulder. Goddamn he looked sexy as sin. Furi just stared for a moment, relieved that Syn had showed at all. Forget the cruise, there would be others.
Syn stepped into Furi until they were chest to chest. He brought his hand up and ran it through Furi’s hair. Furi moaned like Syn had just run his tongue up his cock.
“You look beautiful,” Syn whispered. He pulled Furi into a slow, passionate hug and held on to him tightly. “I saw your text. Tell me you meant it.”
Furi squeezed Syn back and buried his face in his neck. “Yes, I meant it. I wish you would’ve let me say it to your face instead of in a text, but I couldn’t get you to answer me.”
Syn pulled back to look into Furi’s eyes. He tucked his hair behind his ears and cupped his face. “I’m sorry I jetted like that. I thought you would’ve been mad.”
“God. Why would I be mad about that?” Furi questioned.
“Because. You are just getting out of a relationship with someone very controlling. I thought you might’ve felt like I was pushing you into something that you weren’t ready for.”
“I’ll tell you what I’m ready or not ready for. Although I was hesitant when we first met, that doesn’t have a damn thing to do with now.” Furi couldn’t help but lean in and take a quick taste of Syn’s mouth. He’d trimmed his beard and the groomed shadow looked so sexy. Furi licked and traced his tongue along Syn’s soft lips as he panted into his mouth. “Damn you. You scared me when you didn’t show for the cruise.”
“I’m sorry. God called Ronowski in to handle something which meant I had to catch a cab home and still get ready after I saw your text. I moved as fast as I could but the traffic from my place was terrible,” Syn explained. “But I got a special surprise for you.”
Furi smiled back at Syn. “I don’t need special surprises, I’m just glad you came.”
“Of course I came.” Syn stopped and looked seriously at Furi. They were most likely thinking the same thing. They’d said ‘I love you’ in roundabout ways, maybe it was time to say it directly.
“Will you say it to me now?” Syn asked quietly, his eyes focused somewhere on Furi’s chest. “No one has ever said-”
Syn stopped talking, but Furi knew what he was asking. He needed to hear those three powerful words from Furi's mouth, needed it to be real, to be spoken into existence.
Furi lifted Syn’s chin and looked him in the eye. Furi could already see the love brewing in Syn's, there was no doubt about it. “Syn,” Furious whispered. He brought his face close so that their noses touched and rubbed against each other. “I love you.”
Furi felt Syn twist his sweater up in his fist. The lump he heard Syn swallow was audible in the night. “Furious. I’ve never been in love before. Never thought I’d want to. But I know that I’m in love with you.” Syn licked his own lips right before he placed a gentle kiss against Furi's. “And please believe me when I say I will never ever put my hands on you unless it’s like this. Syn gathered Furi protectively against him and kissed him until he was weak kneed. He kissed him to reinforce what he’d just said to him, leaving Furi without a doubt that he was truly loved.
Syn pulled back after a minute and both of them gasped as they caught their breath. “I need you so bad right now,” Syn confessed. He took Furi’s hand and led them further down the dock that was lined with everything from personal-sized fishing boats to luxury yachts.
Furi strolled with Syn as they made their way toward the end of the dock and Furi trained his eyes on a luxury motor yacht with a blue stripe elegantly laced down the side. The stern was facing the dock and on it in elegant black script was the yacht's name: ‘Sees the Day’. A man in a starched white uniform approached them and pumped Syn’s hand in a vigorous shake.
Holy fuck! This is Day’s boat. Jesus. How loaded is that guy?
“Sergeant Sydney. Everything is ready for you and your guest, sir.” The man spoke professionally as if he and Syn were fucking royalty.
Furi’s mouth was still gaping when he stepped into the yacht’s spacious salon and was blown away by the extravagant interior. Dark leather furniture, cherry wood tables were all positioned in front of a large flat-screen television mounted on the one solid wall. The rest of the walls were full-length windows to view the water from. A large bar sat in the far corner and there were already two glasses of champagne poured for them.
Syn sat on the couch with one ankle propped on the opposite knee and watched Furi as he took in his surroundings. “You like it?” Syn smiled at him.
“It’s crazy beautiful, babe. I can’t believe Day can afford something like this, and with a staff.” Furi was awed.
Syn let out a bark of laughter. “He can’t. This belongs to a friend of his. Some fancy chef. I don’t know him personally. But he’s here on business, so Day asked him for a favor. The yacht is ours for the night.”
Furi was stalking over to Syn, prepared to show him just how much he appreciated everything the man went through to make this night so special when a petite man in a chef’s coat came into the room followed by another young man dressed similarly and carrying a silver tray.
“Good evening gentlemen, I’m Chef Moreau. My sous chef and I wanted to introduce ourselves before dinner is served.” He spoke with a thick French accent while extending his hand to Syn. “Chef Vaughan has asked me to take good care of you this evening. He told me that you are very special friends of a dear friend of his.”
Furi shook his head. “I’m sorry did you say, Chef Vaughan as in–”
“Chef Prescott Vaughan,” the Frenchman smiled. “This is his yacht. He and his two partners are here in Atlanta visiting.”
“Holy shit. I’m gonna kill Day. He knows Prescott Vaughan. I mean; knows him, knows him. We’re on his goddamn personal yacht.” Furi was beaming with excitement and Syn loved it. Although he hadn’t a clue who this Vaughan person was.
“He must be a great chef.” Syn tried to join in.
Furi pfftd. “There’s no must. He’s the best! He was blind for like five years, it was a miracle that his sight came back, but he never stopped cooking. He has like ten restaurants, his own television show, tons of cook books, and a line of cook-wear,” Furi rattled off on his fingers and Syn grabbed his hands and pulled them down to his sides.
“Breathe baby,” Syn laughed. “If you want, I’ll see if Day can arrange something so you can meet him.”
Furi turned to look at Syn. His smile faded, revealing a look of seriousness. “No. I don’t need to meet him. I don’t need anything else. This is a wonderful surprise, Syn. Thank you so much.”
Syn first introduced himself to the chef and then pulled Furi into his side introducing him as his partner. The handsome chef didn’t bat an eye as he welcomed them and informed them when dinner would be served. “Do either of you have any special requests or food allergies?"
Syn shook his head and looked to Furi who did the same.
“Wonderful.” The chef stepped back and the other man stepped forward and set the tray down on a white cloth covered table adorned with formal place settings. “Please enjoy this amuse-bouche while we prepare the first course.”
“Thank you,” Furi spoke up and took his seat across from Syn. “Wow! This looks delicious.”
“What is it?” Syn looked at the single bite-sized hors d’oeuvre in confusion.
Furi tucked his hair behind his ears and picked up the appetizer fork. “An amuse-bouche is French; it literally means ‘entertain the mouth’. It’s a tiny appetizer. I believe this is a seared scallop topped with chutney,” Furi said, quickly cutting the delicate seafood in half, eager to taste some fine cuisine, it’d been a while.
“Okay,” Syn said hesitantly. “What’s this green stuff underneath?”
Furi loved Syn’s boldness when he was out of his element, and it appeared elegant cuisine was one such place. “It’s a pea puree.”
Syn picked up his dinner fork and stuffed the entire scallop in his mouth, chewing heartily. “Man. That’s pretty good. You like this type of food?” Syn asked with his mouth full.
Furi chuckled at Syn’s crude table manners. It was such a relief from his ex’s uptight critique anytime Furi used the wrong fork, or fidgeted in his seat, or reached too far across the table. Syn could care less about Furi’s dinning etiquette and he found himself breathing a relieved sigh as he stuffed the rest of the bite into his mouth. “Yeah. I love this type of food. I used to have to attend a lot of snooty dinners, fundraisers, and formal functions when Patrick entertained his clients. The only good thing was the food. I enjoyed learning about it too. Sometimes, I’d escape into the kitchen to talk with the chef.” Which I always paid painfully for later.
Furi looked up and saw Syn staring back at him. “We have functions and fund raisers for charities too, but I’d never make you go to one if you didn’t want to.”
Furi reached his hand out and Syn quickly intertwined their fingers. “I know. But I’m sure I’d want to go with you.”
“Most of them don’t have food like this, but the annual policeman’s ball does. You’re gonna love that,” Syn said it like it was obvious Furi would be on his arm.
“That sounds real nice,” Furi said roughly. His voice betraying his calm exterior. God he loved this man in front of him.
The captain maneuvered them just off the coast while not drifting out too far. They ate the five-course seafood meal and were barely able to waddle to the stern after the decadent chocolate lava cake dessert.
Furi’s hair blew with the night breeze and Syn stayed buried in it while he licked and kissed his neck. Furi let his head fall back to gaze up at the stars while Syn held him tightly. Things were getting heated fast. Syn pressed Furi hard against the railing, gripping his ass and grinding his hard dick into him. Furi’s own cock jerked excitedly in his pants while Syn dug his hand into his crease, skimming over his hole.
“Fuck, Syn,” Furi gasped. His hole was clenching, wanting to be filled by this man. “Say it’s time, please,” Furi whimpered. He didn’t give a fuck tonight. He was beyond ready to bottom for Syn he needed to so badly. Needed to completely wipe out all the times he’d been made to bottom for Patrick.
“Yes.” Was Syn’s response. He kissed Furi again before pulling back offering him his hand. Furi took it and they walked together back through the salon and down a narrow hall that led to a staircase. Syn slowly walked them into what must’ve been the master stateroom because there was a luxuriously decorated king-sized bed dominating the room, a couple of dressers against the walls with another large television mounted above one of them. Scented candles were scattered around the large space and Furi blinked away moisture at the wonder of it all. Had Syn arranged all this just for him? An electric fireplace was already lit, blowing warm air into the room, and Furi felt like he was dating Prince Charming.
Syn still stood in the doorway watching Furi carefully. He reached to turn the lights all the way down so only the fireplace and candles cast a warm glow in the room. “Take your clothes off ... slowly,” Syn said huskily.
Furi stood by the bed. He never broke eye contact as he kicked off his shoes, then leisurely removed each article of clothing. Furi was stark naked as he waited for Syn’s next order. How the tables have turned.
“Get on the bed, beautiful.” Syn’s voice was so deep and gravelly; it sparked fire in Furi’s gut to hear how powerfully he was affecting this strong man. Syn strolled toward him, carefully removing his own clothing. Furi pulled back the black and silver comforter and settled into the middle of the bed.
Furi’s eyes roamed over Syn’s muscular body, mapping each ridge and valley until his eyes landed on the thick, dripping cock jutting out proudly from a nest of dark pubic hair. Syn stroked himself a couple times, his head falling back as pleasure racked his body. Furi held out his arm, needing Syn’s contact right now. Syn crawled up the bed like a panther stalking his prey. His dark eyes were full of hunger and just beneath that desire was a whole lot of love.
“Syn.” Furi’s back arched off the cool sheets, needing to be touched by him. He’d prefer that touch to be on his cock, but anywhere would suit him. Syn started at Furi’s knee and licked his way up. Syn lifted Furi’s leg onto his shoulder and licked behind his knee while massaging his calf. Alternating licking both thighs, Syn slowed considerably when his face nestled into Furi’s balls.
“Oh God,” Furi groaned, looking down his tight torso at Syn. So sexy between his spread knees looking like he didn’t know what part of Furi’s body he wanted to feast on first.
Syn kept his gaze on Furi when he stuck out his tongue and sloppily dragged it from Furi’s balls up his shaft to his leaking head. Syn pulled that delicious skin back, lightly nibbling on it before flicking his tongue on the cap and delving in the slit, driving Furi insane before licking back down again.
“You’re killing me, love,” Furi panted. He gripped the base of his cock and cupped Syn’s chin trying to give him the hint.
“Impatient little bottom aren’t you?” Syn laughed throatily against his balls and Furi thought he’d lose his load right there. Furi slammed his eyes shut and squeezed the base of his cock. Syn took the opportunity to fully suck the head of Furi's dick into his mouth and give it a couple hard pulls. Furi yelled out in the dimly lit room but Syn didn’t stop, and he wouldn’t until Furi was out of his mind with ecstasy.
‘Never Knew Love Like This Before’
Syn’s cock throbbed between his legs as he ground it into the plush comforter to try to ease some of the ache. Furi was yelling his name as he sucked hard on the head of his dick. He still couldn’t go down far without gagging but it didn’t seem to bother his man because Furi jerked stunningly for him. But he didn’t want Furi to come like this, at least not yet.
Syn spread Furi’s legs wide and buried his face down further but he still couldn’t reach his destination. “Turn over, baby.”
Furi didn’t hesitate to do what he’d asked. He flipped over, gracing Syn with yet another striking view and Syn’s hands instinctively roamed all over Furi’s back and ass. Furi’s hips began to grind against the silky sheets and Syn gave him a couple hard slaps for it. Furi hissed and chuckled at Syn’s new dominant side.
“Don’t think I won’t make you pay later if you want to be cocky about topping me,” Furi growled at him over his shoulder.
Mmmm. Fuck yeah. Syn was so glad to see a glimpse of Furi’s controlling side appear that it had him pumping his hips forcefully into the mattress while he pulled Furi’s smooth cheeks apart and dove in, eating his hole with all the fierce animalistic lust he felt.
“Yeah, Syn. Eat that fuckin’ hole,” Furi panted, lifting and rubbing his ass against Syn’s face. Furi tasted better than the rich dessert they’d just consumed. Full of musk with a hint of his body wash. Syn knew he had to get that tight star to loosen up good so his lover wouldn’t experience much discomfort, the same way Furi did for him. Syn didn’t want to rush this, he had to calm down, they had all night. He slowed his energetic nipping to slow circles around Furi’s pucker before dipping inside for his first deep taste. Furi’s flavor was strongest there and it made Syn feel drunk.
