Embracing His Syn (Nothing Special 2)

Furi had moved to his stomach with the cover pulled up to his lean hips. Syn thought he mumbled “No,” but his mouth was half buried in the plush pillow. Syn checked his weapons one more time and climbed in bed behind his man.

Syn wasn't aware he’d fallen asleep until he was awakened by a cold prickly feeling running down his spine. Syn startled fully alert and listened intently before moving. His arm was draped over Furi’s stomach, his soft cock resting against one of his ass cheeks. Ordinarily, it would feel good but the nagging feeling at the nape of his neck wouldn’t let him enjoy his first morning waking up with a man. Syn closed his eyes, straining to hear anything, but still ... nothing. Something was definitely off though. When Syn pulled away from Furi’s intoxicating smell, it registered. Food. Cooking. Goddamnit.

Syn buried his face in Furi’s soft hair and whispered into it, “Whatever you do, don’t get out of bed. I’ll be right back.”

Furi snuffled slightly, “Mmmm. Where’re you going? What time is it?”

Oh god. Furi’s rough, bass-filled morning voice was the most sinful sound Syn had ever heard. “Shhh.” Syn pushed Furi’s hair behind his ear and kissed his temple. “It’s a little after five. Go back to sleep.”

“Mmmkay.”

Syn pulled his boxers on and quietly left the bedroom, walking angrily to the kitchen. He turned the corner and wanted to throw a shit-fit at the sight before him. Day was standing at his stove loading some type of egg dish onto a plate before turning and setting it in front of God. God folded down one side of his newspaper, peering at Syn from behind it.

“Well good morning, sunshine,” Day said way too cheerily for five-fucking-a.m. “We brought breakfast.”

Syn clenched his jaw, trying not to yell at his superior officers. “Have you two lost your fuckin’ minds? Come on. It’s, it’s ... early.” Syn turned his wrist, forgetting he didn’t have his watch on yet. “Damn, you guys are always at the office, or at a crime scene, or over fucking here at god-awful hours.”

“Oh, it’s early?” Day said disbelievingly. God shrugged like he hadn’t realized either.

“Seriously. When the fuck do you guys sleep?”

“Never,” God said nonchalantly.

“When do you fuck?” Syn snapped.

“Always,” Day quipped. “Just did thirty minutes ago. Nice couch by the way, real comfy, sorry for the stain.” Syn tiredly flipped Day off.

“Don’t be pissed,” Day sing-songed. “A dab of Shout will get that right out.”

Syn rubbed angrily at his tired eyes, growling, “Day.”

“He’s not in a joking mood, sweetheart,” God said from behind his paper. “You know we didn’t fuck on your couch so calm the hell down. Damn you’re moody in the morning. Unless ... We weren’t interrupting anything, were we? So, how’s porn boy?” God’s gruff voice filled the kitchen, making Syn cringe.

“First of all. Don’t fucking call him that, ever, and damnit God. Lower your voice. Shit. He’s still asleep,” Syn berated his Lieutenant, who didn’t look the slightest bit fazed by Syn’s irritation. “You guys could let him sleep, he’s had a rough night, ya know.”

Day leaned his chest against God’s large back, draping his arms over his shoulders. “Oh damn, what kind of friends are we? It was rough, huh?” Day looked apologetic.

“Yes, it was, Day. He just–”

“Try water-based lube next time,” Day interrupted, causing God to choke on his eggs.

“Day, fuck.” Syn tried not to grin, but when he thought about it, it really was funny.

“I knew I’d get you to smile. Have some breakfast Sarge, we gotta go question the crazy chicks. You know how much people feel like sharing when they’ve spent a night in jail.”

“Damn. Alright, just let me–”

“Wow. Something smells great.” Furi’s deep voice reached them from down the hall as he made his way to the kitchen. “You cook babe? Who knew? I’ll have the Gladiator portion.” Furi used his best Roman accent as he sauntered into the kitchen with his hands on hips and his head high.

Syn turned just as Furi noticed God and Day.

“Oh, fuck, shit, Jesus Christ!” Furi stumbled, his eyes darting wildly between all of them. “Damn, I’m so sorry.” Furi looked at Syn trying to gauge exactly how much he’d fucked up just now.

Syn smiled at him and Furi immediately lost the horrified expression. Syn held his hand out and mouthed to him 'it's okay.'

“Damn.” God’s sharp green eyes roamed Furi’s practically naked frame. His intricate body art on full display, wearing nothing but boxer briefs. The hard smack from Day to the back of his head cut his appreciation short.

“Did that feel good, God?” Syn said amusingly.

“I’m s-s-sorry, did you say, G-god?” Furi looked confused.

“Chill out, man. You’re not in purgatory.” Day winked. “You’re in Syn’s apartment, so it only looks like it.”

Syn huffed an annoyed breath.