Page 196 of Nothing Special X: The Last Stand

“We’ll start house-hunting first thing in the morning.” Syn wove his hands in Furi’s hair. “But tonight, you’re gonna make love to me in our bed. I’m not driving an hour and sneaking into Bull’s barn.”

Furi laughed into his mouth. “It was just a thought.”

Syn slid his hand around the back of Furi’s neck. “One that I want you to store away for later.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Furi took his mouth with a depth that made Syn forget the counter behind him. He answered immediately, opening for him, gripping the front of his uniform shirt and dragging him closer.

Furi groaned into the kiss, his touch feverish and hungry. He slid both arms around Furi’s shoulders, grinding his aching cock against his thigh. Furi didn’t break their kiss as he reached around him and turned the burner from low to off.

Furious

Furi was so happy he wanted to laugh, holler, jump, run…fuck. He yanked Syn’s clothes off, leaving a trail from the kitchen to their bedroom. By the time they reached the bathroom, they were both bare, skin flushed, and breathing quick.

He kissed and massaged Syn while the water heated up, so by the time they stepped into the shower together he was already close.

Furi let the water sluice over his shoulders, washing away the day’s grime, but it was Syn’s hands he wanted most. He braced his palms against the tiled wall, head bowed.

Syn took the soap and worked it between his palms, then began to wash him with slow, thorough strokes—shoulders first, then down the planes of his back, and over the curve of his ass.

Furi shuddered as Syn teased him mercilessly before he finally moved around to his front. He wrapped his slick, soapy hands around his cock, which was already hard and throbbing.

Furi groaned deeply and helplessly.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” Furi breathed, hips jerking forward into the tight heat of Syn’s fist. “You always know exactly what I need.”

Syn pressed closer, licking along the side of his neck, sucking at the tendon there. “I want this inside me,” he whispered, voice thick.

“You can have it anytime. Always.”

He turned Syn around, guiding his chest to the wall and pulling his hips back until that perfect ass was presented for him. “Yeah, just like that.”

He reached for the lube on the shower rack, slicking himself with quick, impatient strokes, before he pressed two fingers to Syn’s entrance and worked them inside.

He didn’t linger long—Syn loved the stretch, the burn—and soon Furi was lining up and pressing forward inch by inch.

The heat and tightness of Syn’s body stole his breath immediately. Being inside the man he loved never got old. It always felt like the first fucking time.

Furi groaned, dropping his forehead between Syn’s shoulder blades, hips rocking deeper until he was fully seated.

Syn

Syn flattened his cheek to the cool tile as Furi filled him. The stretch burned in the best way, a deep, steady ache spreading warmth through his belly and settling something restless in his chest.

He felt full, claimed, wanted, needed, and the sensation of Furi taking him always brought a comfort, a reprieve he’d never found anywhere else. He hadn’t expected to crave this. Years of being in charge, of leading, of keeping everything locked down tight, taught him to stay in control.

But Furi had seen through all of that from the start. With him, Syn could let go. He could surrender and trust that the man behind him would hold him steady through every wave of pleasure.

Furi began to move, slow and deep, each thrust a deliberate promise that he’d have this forever. Syn pushed back to meet him, moaning louder as the pressure built.

Every slide of Furi’s cock inside him lit up nerves he hadn’t known existed before him.

Furi’s hand found his, fingers lacing together against the wall. “I’ve got you, love,” he murmured, voice strained with effort and love. “Always.”

Syn’s answer was a broken sound, half gasp, half moan, as the pace quickened. He felt cherished, adored, and the emotional release was almost as intense as the physical one.