“Synn,” Craig cried out.
Synn bit down harder this time. Craig’s cock slid on the skin of Synn’s belly leaving warm wetness behind.
Turning to the other nipple, Synn repeated the process. Soon he had Craig mumbling incoherently and his beautiful beet-red nipples at his mercy.
“I need lube and condoms, baby,” Synn said.
Craig’s arm flopped onto the mattress, one finger pointing at the small dresser next to the bed. As Synn reached over and opened the top drawer, Craig’s mouth latched on to Synn’s nipple and began to enthusiastically suck on it.
Synn reached into the drawer and pulled out a tube of slick and a couple of condoms.
“Let go,” he ordered.
With a pop, Craig’s mouth came off his nipple. Craig looked totally debauched with his long hair spread out across the pillow, red nipples pointing straight up, and lips deep pink and lusciously swollen.
“Put the glove on and slick me up. I’ll be wanting in your warm paradise real soon.” Even to Synn’s ears, his accent was super strong. It was telling, at how turned on he was by this man.
Craig unwrapped his legs from around Synn’s waist. Carefully he pulled Synn’s boxer briefs away from Synn’s hard leaking cock and down his thighs. Synn rolled onto his side and slid them the rest of the way off.
Getting to his knees, Synn waited while Craig sat up. Satisfaction bloomed when Craig’s fingers trembled as he opened the condom wrapper and slid the latex over his throbbing dick. Synn grabbed Craig’s wrist when he started jacking Synn off on the pretense of applying the lube.
“Lie back and present yourself to me,” Synn demanded.
Craig complied quickly and spread his legs wide, hugging his knees to his chest. Lying down beside Craig, Synn dipped a finger into the cute bellybutton on display before tracing the faint treasure trail of curling blond hair. Synn took his time exploring the coarse bush of hair surrounding Craig’s straining cock and heavy ball sack.
“What do you think, baby?” he asked. “Should we get rid of his hair and keep you smooth and shiny?”
A spurt of pre-cum landed on the scar covering Craig’s chest. Synn went to scoop it up with his finger for a taste, but Craig stopped him.
“No, don’t,” he said, and started to lower his legs.
“If you don’t want those cute-ass cheeks of your to be a lovely shade of red, I wouldn’t be lowering those legs,” Synn warned. “Now explain why I can’t have a taste of your sweet nectar?”
“I only participate in safe sex. No exchanging bodily fluids except for kissing. It’s a hard limit for me,” Craig warned. “My brother and I made a vow that until we were in a committed relationship and have been tested, we’d use condoms at all times.
Synn studied Craig for a moment. Leaning over, he kissed Craig hard. Just before he separated their lips completely, he whispered, “Arrange our schedules tomorrow so we have a few minutes to go to a clinic and get tested, baby, because you’ve just got a commitment.”
“What? You’ve got to be kidding….”
Synn covered Craig’s lips and deeply kissed him. Finding the lube, with one hand he flipped the cap open and squeezed some out. Dropping the tube he shoved one finger into Craig’s hole. Under his mouth, Craig groaned.
When his finger moved around easily, Synn added another. Synn was a big man with a big cock. He knew his length and girth had intimidated lovers in the past. But the way Craig had enjoyed taking him with his mouth told Synn he had a size queen in his arms. Oh happy day.
Three fingers had to be introduced slowly and by the time he fitted four into Craig’s hole Synn’s patience was at an end. Just to up the ante on Craig’s excitement, he pegged Craig’s gland a couple of times before he rubbed his finger over it steadily.
The writhing man whose stomach was now wet with pre-cum started begging at that point. “Synn, please… Put it in… Now…I need you. Oh… I’m going to come.”
“Come and everything stops. Look at me,” Synn ordered.
Craig’s eyes opened and they seemed to cling to Synn’s face. “Please,” Craig whispered.
Synn dragged his fingers out of Craig’s tight clinging hole. Shifting over him Synn ordered, “Let go of your legs and wrap them around me.”
Immediately Craig obeyed, and Synn slid home. It was better than Synn imagined. Little muscles massaged his dick, squeezing tight before loosening again. After a brief pause to give Craig time to adjust, Synn set up an easy steady rhythm.
Soon that wasn’t enough and Synn’s thrusts became hard and demanding. Craig tilted his hips up further allowing Synn’s cock to sink deep.
Hands cupped Synn’s face. “May I come?” he asked.
Craig’s submission in that question sparked Synn’s orgasm. He managed to breathe out, “Come,” before his spunk filled the latex surrounding his cock.
Under him Craig was moaning and his body shook as cum bathed his belly. Synn wanted to help him along by milking it, but he would honor Craig’s wishes of no fluid exchange, for now.
Synn collapsed onto Craig for a moment before shifting to the side. Catching hold of the condom Synn pulled his dick out of Craig, muscles clinging to him all the way.
Getting out of the bed, Synn saw there was an adjoining bathroom attached to Craig’s bedroom. After disposing of the condom, he cleaned up before taking a warm washcloth out to Craig.
Kneeling on the bed, Synn washed Craig’s taut belly before wiping down his slim cock, tight ball sack, and pink swollen hole. The sight was so pretty, Synn’s cock hardened.
Efficient movements had a new condom covering Synn’s now-throbbing dick and a generous amount of lube applied to both the condom and a sleepy Craig’s hole.
Craig woke up completely when Synn flipped him over onto his belly, took both hips in his hands and slid deep inside Craig’s body. A long, lazy session of loving followed until sweat coated their bodies and the moans echoing throughout the room turned hoarse.
Chapter Six
Finally sated and cleaned up for the second time, Synn lay back in the tangled bedclothes with Craig’s relaxed body curled up against him and his blond head resting on Synn’s shoulder.
Lazily playing with the silky blond strands, Synn asked, “Does your family live around here?”
“No, my parents own a large farm in Iowa. My youngest brother has pretty much taken over the day to day operations,” Craig replied.
One of Craig’s fingers traced the crevice between Synn’s pecs before moving down to outline the muscles of his abdomen. Now and then he would outline a ridge of a scar before going back to exploring.
“Do you see them often?” Synn asked, pushing down the urge to shiver from that finger’s antics.
“Not much since my oldest brother died. That whole horror kind of messed up the rest of us,” Craig answered.
“Can you talk about it?”
Craig’s finger stopped wandering and started rubbing a flat spot on the center of Synn’s chest. “Clark caught a cold he couldn’t shake. It went on for weeks before he finally went to the doctor. When the tests came back, they showed he was HIV positive.” Craig rose up onto one elbow and looked down into Synn’s face. “And before you ask, no, he wasn’t gay. He caught the virus from a woman.”
Synn buried his fingers in Craig’s hair. Pulling his head down, Synn gave Craig a quick hard kiss. Releasing his hold slightly, he looked into Craig’s light brown eyes and ordered, “Tell me what happened.”
“Apparently the woman was a one-night stand.” Craig took a deep breath, and seemed to force the rest of the words out. “I never knew there were different strains of the virus. Clark’s was very aggressive and the doctors said his immune system had a weakness that it attacked. Within weeks of being diagnosed, he had full-blown AIDS. A couple of months later, he was gone.”
“I’m sorry for your loss,” Synn said.
By now Craig had climbed on top of Synn and pressed his face into the curve of Synn’s neck.
“I’m sorry, too. Because my twin and I are gay, our parents decided it was just a matter of time before we caught the virus.”
“You’re kidding me.” Synn was astounded by that ridiculous way of thinking. “Wait a minute, you have a twin?”
“Yeah. My parents told me and my brother not to contact them again until we gave up our heathen ways. Cooper was living and working in Springfield Missouri at the time, and I was already up here, working on the other side of the state. So it wasn’t like we were kicked out of the house and homeless. But it still hurt.”
“Are you and your twin close?” Synn lay there trying to imagine two of Craig.
“We use to be. When Clark died, Cooper went a little crazy with his emotions. It was like he couldn’t control them and they were on the edge of exploding at any moment. I would call him all the time and try to get together as much as our work schedules would allow.” Craig turned over so he was looking up at the ceiling. “One day he called and told me he’d met someone. For the first time I heard peace in his voice and I was happy for him.”
“Why do I get the feeling that the happiness didn’t last?” Synn asked.
“Cooper and I have always been able to feel things about each other through our twin bond. Happiness, sadness, pain, or excitement, we both just know when something is happening. One day I felt like I had a huge black cloud hanging over me all the time. I felt anxious and kept feeling sharp pains at different points on my body. This went on for weeks. I called Cooper over and over, but he insisted everything was alright. And then one day he disappeared.” A tear dripped from the corner of Craig’s eye and landed on Synn’s chest.
“What happened to him?”
“I don’t know. I went down to Springfield and found out he’d moved out of his apartment. I have used every avenue I have access to, to try and find him. There is no record of him owning a car anymore. His bank account is closed, as well as his cell phone. It’s like he’s vanished.” Craig looked over at Synn, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Except I can feel he’s in great pain.”
“I have some connections. I’ll make a few phone calls and see what I can turn up on the web,” Synn offered.
The smile Synn received made him vow to do everything possible to find Craig’s brother. The next second Synn had a warm squirming Craig in his arms, enthusiastically kissing him.
Using his bigger body, Synn turned Craig over onto his back and covered him, his long hair draping around them shutting out the world. Neither of them left the bed until much, much later.
* * * *
Leonel Heartland looked around the once empty warehouse. It was a stroke of genius to rent it on the premise of posing as a furniture company needing a place to store their overstock. The place was divided in half by a twelve-inch-thick concrete wall. Leonel wasn’t sure why the old owners had the wall installed, but it worked for him.
One side was set up for storage of illegal goods. Things moved in and out of there quickly, be it shipments of guns, electronics, or whatever he could sell on the black market the fastest. The other side was sectioned off into different areas. On the farthest end, away from everything was the meth lab. There were two more small labs on that side that created various other fun stuff addicts paid Leonel’s dealers big money to keep their habit sated. The rest of the area on that side of the wall was for the storage of drug supplies.
He liked that the warehouse was on the edge of Granite City. This was much more convenient than the original buildings the sheriff had discovered, forcing him to abandon them.
How much fun Leonel had watching the Granite County idiots deal with his discarded plaything, from behind the tinted windows of his car. The morons still hadn’t found the drug dealer that Luis had thrown in the lake about twenty miles away. It was especially amusing when the sheriff showed up. It didn’t escape Leonel’s notice that the big Indian was there wearing a uniform shirt. Leonel wasn’t pleased that his Craig Collins was at the long-haired man’s side, just as he had been the night before at the bar.
He had sent Luis to follow Craig that night almost three weeks ago, and was pleased when Luis reported that the pretty man had gone home alone. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case anymore. Luis just informed him that the Indian had moved in with Craig. Leonel instructed Luis to find out who Craig’s companion was.
Just to keep the stupid cops busy and have some fun himself, Leonel had found another toy to play with. Of course he was blond and slim like his Craig. Unfortunately, the second man hadn’t been as fun as the first. He quickly bored Leonel, lying there begging for mercy. This time he had Luis discard him in Pine County. Now the Titan brothers, he had vowed to defeat, were running around aimlessly trying to find him and a killer, too stupid to realize they were the same person.
It was time to up the ante against the two sheriffs. Leonel decided his next plaything was going to be a cop. That should be a fun challenge before he settled down with Craig. He also left a few special gifts for the brothers and their bed sluts to find.
* * * *
Craig sat at his desk and tried to figure out how life could change so quickly. Coming to terms with being shot, going into a coma and losing weeks was tough enough. But getting back to work and his whirlwind affair with Synn was just about blowing his mind. Heck Synn blew his mind every day and night in the bedroom, and sometimes not in the bedroom.
He now avoided the supply closet, afraid if Synn caught him in there, he would bend Craig over the stack of copy paper cases and nail him. That wouldn’t be so bad, except for that fact that they were at work and a group of sharp-eyed deputies were on the other side of the door in the bullpen.
Now that he thought about it a little more, maybe the fun and excitement would be worth the embarrassment if someone figured out what they were doing in there.
True to his word, the day after Synn stayed overnight at Craig’s apartment, they went to the clinic to be tested. Craig thought they were jumping the gun on the whole commitment and monogamous thing, but Synn insisted they have the tests. Synn did compromise and agreed that they would continue to use condoms until Craig was ready to ditch them.
It had been over two weeks since meeting Synn, and so many things had happened. Craig was still trying to figure out how the big man had managed to spend every night at his apartment. Yesterday Synn checked out of the hotel and all of his stuff now sat on the floor of Craig’s spare bedroom. Not that Synn ever stayed in there. Nope, he was wrapped around Craig every night.
The man on Craig’s mind came out of his office with a frown on his face. When he reached Craig’s desk he said, “Come on, let’s go for a ride.”
Once they were in Synn’s Granite County SUV, Craig asked, “What’s going on?”
“I was just going over Leonel Heartland’s file again, and Steve’s report on the buildings up north where he saw the suspected drug paraphernalia and guns. I want to go back up there and look around,” Synn explained.
“But the deputy patrolling that area reported that everything the sheriff discovered was gone and there hasn’t been any more signs of activity around there,” Craig pointed out.
“Sometimes fresh eyes have a way of seeing the ghosts of the past,” Synn replied.
Craig found Synn’s way of speaking such a mix. That last sentence was pure Native American. And when they made love Synn’s speech turned pure Creole. Craig’s mind froze, and then screeched backward over his last thought. Crap, he was in big trouble. He now was connecting Synn with the “L” word.
“Dean sent Steve his medical examiner’s report on the mutilated body they found in Pine City,” Synn said, interrupting Craig’s thoughts.
“What did it say?” Craig asked. Synn had been right in his speculations that the guy they found in the dumpster behind the church had major drugs in his system. It was also determined that he had been raped. Upon further investigation they had learned he intended to go to J&L’s bar the same night Craig had been there with Synn.
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The new victim from Pine County had enough drugs in his system to knock over an elephant,” Synn answered. “And just like the first victim, he, too, had skin removed with some sort of razor device and was raped before being beaten to death.”
“Okay, so we can connect the victims by the way they were killed,” Craig speculated. “I wonder if there is anything else that they have in common?” Craig looked at Synn. “The first victim worked at the plastic packaging factory in town. Did the report state where the second victim was employed?”
“The second victim was a janitor at the Pine City High School,” Synn replied. “Craig, both victims were supposed to go to J&L’s on the night they disappeared. And I also noticed both victims were slim with blond hair.”
Craig whistled at the implications of that shocker. He had been at J&L’s the same night as the victim. And he was slim and blond. It was kind of crazy how ironic life could be sometimes.
“J&L’s must have cameras up. Has anyone pulled the film from those nights?” Craig asked.
“I have the investigators going through it. I also had the church’s cameras in the parking lot brought in and they are scanning through those, too.” Synn had a determined look on his face when he glanced at Craig. “Hopefully we can find this guy before he kills again.”
“Yeah,” Craig agreed.
Synn turned the vehicle into a driveway and Craig looked over at the old rundown buildings in front of him. To be honest, he didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, just structures that needed a good coat of paint.
Following Synn’s lead, Craig got out of the SUV and looked around while Synn kept walking until he disappeared around the back of one of the buildings. Up close, Craig discovered that the door of the building had a shiny new padlock on it. And as he made his way around the side, at a much slower pace than Synn, he saw each window had been covered with black plastic, from the inside.
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