Fish & Chips (Cut & Run #3)

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Zane raised an eyebrow as he let Ty move him. He reached up and pressed his palm against Ty"s chest, dragging it down to his belly and farther to tease between his legs. “My my, feeling uppity tonight, are you? Two refusals so far. What"s next?”

“I didn"t say I refused,” Ty murmured before kissing him languidly. Zane slid his tongue messily along Ty"s bottom lip and cupped one side of his face in his palm, caressing gently. Ty could turn him hot and cold and back inside a minute"s time, and that was while fully clothed and often armed. In this situation he didn"t have a chance, and his gut cramped pleasantly in recognition of the fact.

Ty"s fingers trailed down Zane"s chest as he hovered over him.

His nose pressed against Zane"s cheek, and his lips just barely grazed Zane"s as he spoke. “You want a show?” he asked in a whisper.

Most of Zane"s brain checked out as he flushed with heat thinking about the many and varied connotations of that offer. “Yeah,” he rasped.

Ty remained motionless for a moment, and then he slowly glanced his lower lip against Zane"s before pushing up to kneel over him. Now, Ty was not what Zane would ever think of as an exhibitionist. But he had done a lot of things this week Zane never thought he would or could do. Ty slid his hands under the soft material of the cream-colored pants he wore and pushed them down to his knees, exposing himself to Zane"s appreciative gaze. Ty didn"t attempt to remove them further, though, instead straddling Zane"s thighs as he let one hand drift across Zane"s belly. His other hand slid slowly up his own thigh as he watched Zane, who had to swallow hard. His eyes darted from Ty"s face to his hands and back.

They"d never been like this with each other: just watching, not even really touching. They"d always been satisfied by fucking out the arousal, though that was fast becoming only a temporary fix. Zane didn"t think there was a way he"d not want Ty anymore, and the quiet times they lay together were becoming more addictive. At this moment, there was no choice but to watch, and it was so intimate Zane could hardly stand it.

Ty"s hand moved slowly at first, his eyes fluttering closed and his head tilting back as he sat over Zane"s thighs and stroked himself. His other hand merely rested on Zane"s belly. He groaned softly, opening his eyes to look down at Zane again. Zane was riveted by the sight before him. Ty"s long fingers curled around his cock as he touched himself in the way that most pleased him. Zane had to remind himself to breathe as he moistened his lips. Ty spared him a knowing smirk before speeding his hand and moaning softly. The fingers on Zane"s belly began to curl, dragging against his skin as Ty"s head fell back and he pushed his hips forward into his own hand. Zane fought the urge to groan as his body reacted more quickly than he would have expected.

Then again, he"d never had this kind of visual, indirect stimulation to help him recover. Ty straddling him, his pants pushed down haphazardly, and his hard cock in his hand was the most debauched show Zane could imagine.

Ty"s eyes were closed again, his soft moans almost constant as he stroked himself. He climbed onto his knees and edged forward. The pants cooperated, sliding down his legs to his calves, and he placed his other hand flat on Zane"s chest as he lowered himself again to sit and rub against Zane"s groin. Zane"s hardening cock slid against Ty"s ass as he arched his body. His hand moved faster, and every inch of Ty"s tight muscles telegraphed his pleasure and how much he wanted Zane inside him as he touched himself.

“Jesus,” Zane swore under his breath, his hands moving unconsciously to Ty"s thighs and gripping them. He was starting to ache now, the pressure of Ty"s weight and movement making it wonderfully worse. His eyes widened as he tried to take in as much of the sight as he could. Ty was moving constantly, writhing, unable to remain still as the pleasure built. His blunt fingernails dragged across Zane"s chest as his hips rocked. He groaned wantonly and gasped Zane"s name as his shoulders hunched and his body coiled.

Zane was speaking before he realized it. “That"s it, baby. Wanna hear you. Wanna see you come all over me. C"mon, baby,” he said hoarsely as he lifted his hips up to grind against Ty"s rutting.

Ty gasped and rocked down into Zane"s body under him, his hand squeezing hard as his entire body tensed. He gave a sudden shout, short and hoarse, and his shoulders snapped back as he began to empty himself onto Zane"s belly.

“So goddamn gorgeous,” Zane breathed, ignoring how hard he was and how much he wanted to flip Ty onto his back in favor of soaking in the sight of Ty as he climaxed.

Ty panted as he hunched over Zane, barely keeping himself from just flattening out. He breathed hard, his eyes closed and his breath gusting warm against Zane"s face. Then he raised his head slightly and kissed Zane passionately, moaning into the kiss as he laid his body out over Zane"s.

The wet slide of their skin sent another shock through Zane, and as they kissed he wrapped his arms around Ty and rolled them over, settling on top of him and grabbing his wrists to pin them to the bed.

The possessiveness in him flared nearly out of control as he took over the kiss hungrily.

Ty laughed breathily, his body relaxed and pliable under Zane.

“Baby,” he murmured, the sound so soft Zane wasn"t even sure Ty knew he"d said it.

Zane dragged his tongue down the side of Ty"s neck. “You ever wanna get fucked, now you know what to do to get it,” he growled, biting down on Ty"s collarbone and thrusting against his thigh.

Ty laughed harder. “All I have to do to get fucked is look at you,”

he reminded wryly as he tried to wriggle out of the pants that still clung to his calves.

Zane huffed and climbed off him long enough to grab the bottle of lubricant and a condom off the side table. “Fine,” he said as he yanked Ty"s pants off and settled back between his knees, cussing as he tore into the box and ripped open a packet so he could roll a condom on. His belly was still sticky, and he ran his hand through it, then gripped his own cock and jacked himself slowly with a hand slicked by Ty"s come. “You ever wanna get fucked hard, now you know what to do to get it.”

“Oh God, yeah,” Ty groaned excitedly as he pulled his knees up and then wrapped his legs around Zane"s hips. He looked up at Zane, his eyes glazed and full of desire.

Zane was too wound up; it was tempting to just take Ty right then. But he made himself place one palm on Ty"s belly. He"d been fucking Ty every day, sometimes twice a day, for an entire week.

Sometimes without any form of preparation. Ty didn"t need it or want it, usually. They both liked it rough. But Zane always asked. “You want this without prep?” he rasped, patting Ty"s thigh.

“Yes,” Ty answered breathlessly. He closed his eyes and nodded, running his hands up Zane"s arms, letting his fingers drag over the defined muscles.

Zane shuddered as he grabbed for the little bottle and slathered himself with lubricant. He leaned forward, bracing himself on one arm as he guided his cock with the other. Ty flinched at the cold lubricant, but he lifted his hips and groaned as Zane pushed slowly into him.

After a couple slick slides he settled in and started to rock, but he could tell right away it was going to take a hard push to sink himself fully inside; even though he"d fucked him just that morning, Ty was tight and close around him, so tense and fucking warm. He always was.

Hoping to God he didn"t hurt him, Zane reached to slide his hand behind Ty"s head and lift it so he could capture Ty"s lips as he snapped his hips forward with a grunt.

Ty cried out desperately, the sound nearly muffled by Zane"s lips but not quite. His fingers dug into the back of Zane"s neck, and he shouted hoarsely again as his entire body arched beneath Zane"s. Zane gasped for breath, pulled his hips back, and then sank in again, slower this time, though it was almost as difficult to move as Ty clamped down around him. Despite Ty"s bucking hips, Zane started to fuck Ty steadily, his breathing heavy, and he growled again as he grabbed Ty"s wrists and held him down. “Gonna fuck you "til you scream,” Zane ground out as he watched Ty"s face.

Ty could do little more than whimper and writhe in response. His eyes fluttered open to look up at Zane, but then he pushed his head back and closed them again, squirming beneath Zane and squeezing his knees together at Zane"s waist, lifting his hips to meet each of Zane"s thrusts. Wanting more room to move, Zane reared back and grasped behind each of Ty"s knees, pushing them toward Ty"s chest so he could thrust right against his ass, their skin slapping with each push.

Ty cried out again, struggling against Zane"s weight and starting up a litany of incoherent begging and cursing. He grasped for something to hold onto besides the sheets. He didn"t seem to know what to do with himself or with the pleasure as Zane rammed into him.

Zane realized he hadn"t seen it before—he"d always had Ty from behind, fucking him on his knees or bent over a table or against the wall of his bedroom. He"d never been between Ty"s legs like this, holding him down, feeling his body tense around him, watching him lose control.

Ty may have been acting the submissive this week, but surely he was too far gone to be actively thinking about it now… and Zane had done it to him. With a gasp for air, Zane lost his tenuous hold on his control and let loose for a series of brutal thrusts as he started to come again.

Ty threw his head back and cried his name desperately, and even in the midst of his orgasm, Zane could feel Ty"s body pulsing around him. Zane ducked his head and tried desperately not to lose that feeling.

Ty held to him tightly, breaths coming in ragged pants. He very nearly whimpered as Zane"s movements slowed, and he pressed his lips to Zane"s damp temple as his body practically melted, the tension seeping out of him. Zane held on to just enough strength to slowly lower Ty"s legs and settle himself down carefully before letting himself relax atop Ty"s sweaty body with a long groan, his lips brushing Ty"s cheekbone.

Ty lay with his eyes closed, gulping air. “Jesus, Zane,” he finally managed to say.

Zane grunted and pressed a kiss to Ty"s cheek. His head was still spinning, and he was afraid that if he opened his eyes the world would tilt. He just wanted to hold Ty close.

All too soon Ty moved beneath him, sighing as he gently tried to urge Zane to roll. The noise out of Zane"s throat was something of a protest, but he reached between them and carefully pulled out with a plaintive sigh. Ty groaned with him. Zane shifted so his weight rolled off Ty, and he lay against Ty"s side instead. Ty remained on his back, eyes closed and body limp. After a couple minutes of just breathing, Zane"s pulse began to settle, and he opened his eyes to look at his lover. Ty"s platinum hair was damp with sweat, and he had the back of his forearm resting over his eyes. The silver ring on his finger glinted in the light, catching the imperfections and scuffs Ty had already managed to inflict on it.

Seeing the spark dance across the ring, Zane realized his throat was tight, and he had to swallow twice to rid himself of the feeling as he blinked hard against prickling in his eyes. His chest felt like it had a lead weight on it, and Zane squeezed his eyes shut. It hurt, that feeling, that weight and tension, and he couldn"t deal with it right now. He didn"t want to hurt like that when he looked at Ty.

Reopening his eyes, Zane reached up with one hand to touch Ty"s cheek. “Okay?” he rasped.

Ty groaned softly in response. “Remind me not to provoke you often,” he joked wryly.

Zane chuckled, letting his hand splay over Ty"s pec. “I suppose you do need to walk occasionally.”

Ty moved his hand to rest it over Zane"s, his fingers curling around Zane"s palm. He hadn"t opened his eyes yet. He seemed content to lie there with Zane and hold his hand. Zane had been about to pull away long enough to get rid of the condom, but he was loath to let go when Ty was so amenable. He felt their rings lightly knock together. At that moment it made him want things he knew he couldn"t have and shouldn"t want, but Zane squeezed Ty"s fingers gently anyway.

“Zane,” Ty finally said in a low voice. He hadn"t moved, but his eyes were open, staring at the ceiling. Zane hummed softly in question.

Ty remained silent for a moment, apparently mulling it over before he finally asked, “Any reason why we couldn"t just ditch the condoms from now on?”

Surprise streaked through Zane so quickly that he caught his breath, and he had to force himself to resume breathing normally. He would never have guessed that question would come out of Ty"s mouth at this moment, especially considering how closely it resembled Zane"s half-formed desires. “No,” he answered, his voice low and quieter than he expected to hear. “No reason we couldn"t,” he clarified.

He felt more than saw the movement beside him as Ty turned his head to look at him. Ty didn"t say anything else. He just seemed to be either examining Zane for further reaction or pondering what to say next. With Ty he just never knew.

The silence around them seemed to roar in Zane"s ears, but it might have been the waves outside. He pulled his hand free of Ty"s and gently pressed his fingertips to Ty"s lips. Zane knew full well he"d committed himself to Ty months and months ago, even when Ty was still carrying on with barmaids in Baltimore. He"d never faced such an obvious statement of that commitment from Ty, though, even after Ty had flat out told him he wanted to be with him. It made Zane wonder what exactly Ty was thinking. His eyes were hard to read, and he didn"t try to speak with Zane"s fingers over his mouth. But Zane could see the corners of his lips twitching into the beginnings of a crooked smile.