Cut and Run 1 - Cut and Run

be okay. For now, anyway. “Get into your pants, Ty. We don't need to attract that kind of attention."
    "Yeah, my ass is so sore there's probably a bull's-eye on it,” Ty grumbled as he stepped into his jeans.
    "Whiner,” Zane said with a quiet chuckle as he turned to look at Ty while he shrugged into his shirt. “You'd think you went skiing and had a terrible time."
    "I did,” Ty huffed. “Barely remember it."
    "You've already proven what a good liar you are; no need to practice,” Zane retorted.
    "I am not a liar,” Ty responded with an affronted grunt.
    Zane raised an obviously disbelieving eyebrow. “'No, it wasn't our car, I would never lie to you',” he repeated back with a smirk.
    "Pft,” Ty offered as he shrugged into his shirt. “He knew I was lying through my teeth."
    "Doesn't change the fact that you were lying. Through your teeth. Gleefully, even,” Zane said.
    "Shut up,” Ty grunted.
    Zane crossed his arms. “Aren't you ready yet? You're as bad as a woman, taking forever to get ready to go out,” he dug.
    Ty stopped what he was doing and looked up, meeting Zane's eyes. “Chalk it up to working off the roofie,” he shot back.
    There was nothing to say to that. Zane had been there, many a time. He knew he shouldn't have pushed. He sighed, nodded, and headed out to the front room.
    Ty just rolled his eyes and sat to pull on his boots. “You know if I was really pissed I would have just hit you, right? Or tried to, anyway,” he called wryly, even though he was slightly pissed about it, and would remain so. It had been a stupid fucking thing to do.
    "That's actually what I expected,” Zane called back as he opened the forgotten bag of breakfast and pulled out yogurt and a couple bagels. Ty would have a conniption when he saw it. Zane grinned.
    "Want me to hit you, then? So you won't be disappointed?” Ty offered hopefully as he stood slowly and made his way into the other room.
    Zane didn't look up from the table. “If it'll make you feel better,” he said as he mixed sugar into his coffee. He was hyper-aware of where Ty was, though.
    "Maybe when my head doesn't hurt,” Ty shrugged negligently as he peered down at the breakfast. “What the shit is this?"
    Zane snickered and added cream to his coffee.
    "You fucking pansy,” Ty muttered under his breath.
    Zane sniggered a little more. “They've got hot food down in the lobby, but since we're going to lunch we don't need to eat this crap."
    Ty picked through the slim offerings, grumbling wordlessly. “Let's get the fuck out of here,” he finally muttered as he grabbed his battered leather jacket. He stopped and sighed as he examined it. “Need to get a new jacket, I guess,” he said almost to himself, his voice wistful and slightly sad.
    Stepping close and rubbing a finger along the sleeve, Zane said softly, “Now it's got character."
    "It had character before,” Ty muttered with a frown as he practically cradled the jacket in his arms. “Now it's got blood on it. And it smells like burnt cow."
    "Are you worried about the jacket or worried about yourself?” Zane asked, still sliding his fingers along the leather.
    "I smell like burnt cow?” Ty asked innocently in return. Zane shook his head, wryly expectant. “What?” Ty asked as he held the jacket to his chest defensively.
    Zane couldn't believe that of all things, he was utterly charmed by this side of Ty. He took Ty's chin between his fingers, leaned closer, and kissed him firmly.
    Ty stiffened in surprise, then relaxed slightly and returned the unexpected kiss. It wasn't soft or sweet, but it wasn't out-of-control hot, either. He mumbled softly against Zane's lips, confused by the actions but enjoying them anyway. “That's not nice to do to a man with a concussion,” he admonished in a low voice when their mouths parted.
    "Why not?” Zane asked, lips quirked, dropping his hands and waiting.
    "Because I'm easily confused,” Ty answered without thought to the many meanings the words could have.
    "I rather doubt that,” Zane murmured. They were standing chest to chest, not touching but for the jacket between them.
    Ty poked him gently in the stomach, trying to put some distance between them again to dispel the uncomfortable warmth.
    "Is that the best you can do? You must be more hurt than I thought,” Zane needled.
    "I am,” Ty responded softly, taking a step back and licking his lips nervously.
    Zane slowly nodded. All right, that's how it was going to be. He