by Shea Balik
All he could think about was burying himself so deep within PJ’s body that they would be joined forever. The craving for this sexy man was driving him insane, and Syn feared if he didn’t get PJ opened quickly, he’d end up thrusting his cock into PJ too soon and hurting him. Something Syn would never allow.
Quickly, he thrust a second finger in beside the first. He worked to open up the muscles all the while imagining just how it would feel to have them wrapped around his cock again. He wished they could do this bare, but Syn refused to make that kind of decision in the heat of the moment.
After PJ’s accident and his bloodwork having come back clean, Syn had gotten himself tested, as well. They were both safe, but it was something he should have talked about with PJ first, but Syn hadn’t wanted to jinx things. PJ had already been skittish and Syn had worried that talking about the mechanics of sex would somehow translate in PJ’s mind to another reason they shouldn’t get a second chance.
Satisfied PJ’s muscles were relaxed enough for another finger, Syn pushed in all three. His cock throbbed against his zipper, desperately wanting to get out. He wasn’t going to last much longer. As much as he’d wanted to make slow, sweet love to PJ, there was no way that was going to happen. They both needed too damn much for them to take things slowly.
Then again, if Syn had anything to say about it, they had all the time in the world to take things slow in the future. Syn hadn’t been kidding when he’d told PJ he wasn’t going anywhere. Now that he finally had this amazing man back in his arms, Syn was going to hold onto him with everything he had.
As the muscles gripping his fingers, loosened a bit, Syn reached his other hand into his back pocket and pulled out the condom he had. He might have wanted to go bare, but Syn also had wanted to be prepared for either scenario.
Tugging his fingers free, he ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth and unbuttoned his pants. When he had the zipper down, his dick sprang free of its confines as he didn’t wear any underwear. Once the condom was on, Syn spread lube along his length and stepped up to PJ.
His gaze met PJ’s brown eyes and held them for several seconds. But when he placed the head of his prick against PJ’s entrance, Syn couldn’t stop himself from looking at where their bodies were about to be joined.
The pink pucker was practically begging him to enter as PJ pushed out and his entrance opened up for Syn. Helpless to do anything else, Syn surged forward.
He wasn’t sure which was better, the sensation of all those muscles that wrapped him up in their heat, or the sight of his cock pushing into PJ’s body. As erotic as both of those were, Syn knew the truth. The best was the feeling of coming home as he buried himself to the hilt. This was where he’d belonged, and this was exactly where Syn planned on staying for the rest of his life.
Tight enough to leave bruises, Syn grabbed onto PJ’s hips, willing himself to keep still in order to give PJ the time he needed to adjust to having Syn inside of him. It wasn’t easy, in fact, it was damn near impossible. Only his refusal to hurt PJ unintentionally kept him from rutting like an animal.
He had no idea how long he waited, but the moment PJ nodded and his channel was no longer clamping down on him like a vice, Syn leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to those lush lips. “I love you, my little one. I have always loved you.”
PJ’s eyes glistened with tears. “I love you, too, Syn. Forever.” With a blink, the tears disappeared and through gritted teeth, PJ said, “Now move.”
Syn laughed. “Pushy boy.”
If Syn weren’t on edge himself, he would have made PJ wait even longer, but Syn knew there was no way he’d be able to hold off. He needed to make PJ his once more, and had little hope of being able to control himself at that point.
He pulled back his hips, his dick sliding along PJ’s channel as those muscles rippled around him, trying to hold him in. When just the head remained inside PJ, Syn reversed course and thrust hard and deep.
Both of them groaned.
One of PJ’s hands reached up and cupped Syn’s cheek. Brown eyes pleaded with Syn. “Please Syn,” PJ begged. “I need you to make me yours again.”
Something snapped within Syn at hearing PJ’s words. He needed to claim PJ too much to deny the request. His thrusts were fast and hard. It was as if Syn couldn’t get inside PJ deep enough. He almost feared he would end up hurting PJ, but when he looked down at that angelic face, he only saw bliss.
Keeping up the hard rhythm, Syn reached up and tweaked one of PJ’s nipples. The muscles that encased Syn twitched and clasped him even tighter. Wanting more of that feeling, he did it again, but then moved his hand over and scraped his nail over the other bud.
Syn’s dick throbbed and his balls drew up to his body. He threw his head back and gritted his teeth. There was no way he was going to come before PJ. He caressed the skin of PJ’s abdomen and wrapped his hand around his steely rod before giving it a couple of firm pulls.
PJ whimpered and Syn dropped his head back down to look into those brown eyes so full of need that it took his breath away. But he wanted so much more. He wanted PJ to fall apart in his arms.
“Come,” he ordered.
PJ’s dick jerked. In the next instant, pearly white seed erupted from the tip to splash over PJ’s chest and abdomen. The sight was mesmerizing. But Syn could only enjoy watching for a moment as PJ’s ass clamped down hard on his own cock, pulling his orgasm from him.
His hands gripped PJ’s hips tightly as he thrust once, twice, then froze, filling up the condom that he wore. Next time he would talk to PJ about going bare. It was something he’d only ever done with this man. There had never been anyone else he’d even thought about making that kind of commitment to.
Bliss enveloped Syn, leaving him feeling drained. He slumped over PJ a bit as he struggled to get his brain and body back online.
Thin, yet strong arms, wrapped around him and held him close. “I love you,” PJ whispered.
Syn smiled, loving the sound of those words coming from this man who had held his heart from the moment they’d met. “I love you, too, little one.” He pressed his lips to PJ’s collarbone, then worked his way up his neck until he was kissing that sweet mouth.
When he felt his dick start to go down, Syn knew he needed to pull out and get rid of the condom. He would rather stay right where he was, home, but since that wasn’t possible, he broke the kiss and straightened.
Gently, he pulled out and disposed of the latex. He went into the bathroom that was attached to the room and wet a washcloth. He smiled when he headed back into the room and found PJ fast asleep with a smile on his face.
This was what life was supposed to be. Happy, content, and most of all, love. Syn had been a fool to ever think a job had been more important than this man. He might have been stupid to make that mistake before, but he never would again.
Chapter Twenty-Two
PJ knew his cheeks were bright red as he walked through the front door with Syn by his side. They’d spent the entire night at the club. A twinge of pain had him walking a little more gingerly than was necessary for his ankle, but he would use the excuse if he needed to when confronted by his brother, Daniel or Manuel, who apparently was still there based on the man’s truck being in the driveway.
“Will I like them?” PJ heard Emma say as they entered the house.
“Why don’t you try them and see for yourself?” Manuel used the same kind of patience Syn used with her.
PJ smiled when he saw the way Emma tried to raise her eyebrow at Manuel, just like Syn, as he and Syn made their way into the kitchen. “But what if I don’t like it?”
Manuel didn’t even sigh as PJ often did when trying to reason with Emma. “And what if you do?” Manuel countered.
Emma scrunched up her little face as she considered Manuel’s words. Then she gave him one nod and stuck a piece of bread with her fork. For a moment she didn’t react to the taste, but then her face lit up as the powdered sugar and cinnamon, if PJ’s nose was
right, hit her taste buds.
“You’re right, Uncle Manuel,” Emma said. “French Toast is as good as pancakes.”
“Does that mean you don’t want me to make pancakes any longer?” Syn teased as he went up to Emma and placed a kiss on her forehead.
Emma’s eyes grew wide as she shook her head emphatically. “No, Uncle Syn. I still love pancakes, especially when we put blueberries in them.”
As Emma continued to eat her breakfast, PJ glanced around and noticed Daniel was nowhere to be seen. Not that he’d expected to see him as Daniel tended to sleep until he had to be in class, sometimes even missing class just to get more sleep.
PJ glanced at his watch. “I don’t suppose Daniel’s up yet, is he?”
Manuel frowned. “No. Is there a reason he should be up?”
Syn had a sparkle in his eye as he gleefully said. “He has class in an hour.”
Manuel didn’t say a word, he just handed the fork he’d been using to turn the French toast over in the pan to Syn and strode up the stairs.
Confused, PJ frown after him. “Is there a reason Manuel is going upstairs?”
Syn winked at PJ when he turned to look at his lover. “Remember I told you I had a plan to deal with Daniel?”
PJ’s frown deepened. “Yeah.”
Syn pointed the fork at the stairs. “Manuel is that plan.”
PJ groaned. “Please tell me you didn’t,” he pleaded as what Syn had done sank in. “Daniel isn’t into our lifestyle.” At least he didn’t think he was. To be honest, PJ wasn’t sure about anything any longer. He only knew Daniel was struggling and PJ hadn’t known how to help.
Syn snorted at PJ’s statement. “You keep telling yourself that, little one.”
“What the fuck,” Daniel yelled from his room upstairs. “I already told you I don’t want you here.”
PJ took a step toward the stairs but Syn stopped him by saying, “You won’t like the consequences if you try and go up those stairs.”
The warning was clear but PJ didn’t know if he could abandon his brother. He stared at the stairs for several more minutes. His brother continued to swear and yell at Manuel.
“I’m done,” Emma said as she got up from her chair and carried her plate to the sink.
Since Syn had arrived, PJ had to admit things had been going much smoother with regards to Emma. She never complained about helping to clean, nor did she throw temper tantrums when it was time for school.
After putting her backpack on, she said, “I’m ready for school.”
Syn gave her a nod. “Thank you for helping to put away your plate.” Then Syn put a plate filled with French toast, eggs, and two sliced of bacon on the table. “Come, eat, PJ.” It wasn’t a request, but PJ still wasn’t sure if he should go upstairs and help Daniel or not.
The swear words had stopped, but the yelling hadn’t. And unless PJ was hearing things, he was pretty sure Daniel was being spanked. “Are you sure I shouldn’t go upstairs?” he asked Syn.
Strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him close. “I’m positive. Now I want that gone by the time I get back from dropping Emma at school,” Syn told him as he pointed to the plate sitting on the table.
He watched as Emma chatted merrily about what she and Manuel had done the night before as they went outside to the car. PJ gave one last look up the stairs. The yelling had stopped. He could only hope that was a good sign.
Not wanting to disappoint Syn so early in their budding relationship, PJ used his crutches to get to the table and sat down. He ate, but he hardly tasted the food as he strained to hear any noise coming from upstairs.
His eyes went to the stairs when he heard footfalls coming down. Daniel’s face was still red and tear-stained as he made his way to the table and sat down across from PJ without saying a word. Manuel went to the griddle and put in another piece of French toast and then scooped up some scrambled eggs and a couple of slices of bacon and put them on a plate.
When he placed them in front of Daniel, he said, “Eat and say good morning to your brother.” Manuel didn’t move until Daniel had grumbled out a good morning and picked up his fork.
When he tousled Daniel’s hair and said, “Good boy,” PJ nearly fell out of his chair when his brother’s face went from mulish and sullen to what could almost be called beaming at the praise. Thank God Syn wasn’t there to see it or PJ would never hear the end of his being right. It was bad enough PJ knew.
By the time Manuel and Daniel left, PJ’s head was reeling. It had never once occurred to him that his brother was a sub, too. He’d been too wrapped up in his own failings to have seen what was right in front of his face.
“I’m back,” Syn called out.
PJ had no idea how long he’d been sitting there lost in his thoughts but, he did know he hadn’t even begun to eat the food Syn had ordered him to eat. But instead of punishing him, Syn just scooped him up into his arms and carried PJ to the master bedroom.
They stretched out on the bed, with Syn’s body wrapped around him securely. “Want to talk about it?” Syn offered.
In a way PJ did, but first, he needed to know that in the harsh light of day, Syn still planned to stay. “Did you mean what you said last night?”
PJ held his breath, afraid he might offend Syn and make him walk away even if he hadn’t already planned to. But just as always, Syn had infinite patience. “Every word,” Syn said.
His fingers tucked under PJ’s chin and tilted his head until they were looking into each other’s eyes. “I plan to spend the rest of my life proving that I’m not only here to stay, but that I love you with all of my heart.”
A sob of relief burst from PJ. He had learned long ago that nothing was ever certain in life. The dreams he’d had for them disappeared too easily. “I love you, too,” he whispered a moment before Syn’s lips took his.
He’d made a lot of mistakes through the years. They both had. But so long as Syn was there, PJ would hold onto him with both hands and never let go. It was time to create a new future, one filled with Synful Dreams.
THE END
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