Cut and Run 1 - Cut and Run

picked the keys up off the table. “Let's go, then,” he said as he pocketed the key cards.
    "Are you ... are you feeling this, too?” Ty asked against his better instincts.
    There was a hitch in Zane's movement that gave away his reaction to Ty's words, and his hand stayed jammed into his pocket as he shifted his weight and then his eyes returned to Ty. Zane searched the other man for some clue, some sign, as his mild apprehension was overwhelmed by want. Want for something of Ty he couldn't define. Zane didn't say yes ... but he didn't say no.
    "We need to go one way or the other with this,” Ty went on earnestly with a little wave of his hand.
    The tone of Ty's voice made Zane smile. “One way or the other, huh?"
    "You're big on rules, right? We need rules,” Ty responded with a sincere frown. “I prefer rules that still allow fucking."
    Zane's eyes widened. He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. “Rules that still allow fucking,” he repeated, voice a bit shaky as he was really trying hard not to grab Ty, throw him on the table, and suck him off until he screamed. “What sort of rules? What do you want?"
    "No more surprise kisses,” Ty demanded with a wag of his finger.
    "Okay,” Zane agreed, a bit mystified.
    Ty cleared his throat and pursed his lips as if he had thought there would be an argument. The impulsive kisses, while very enjoyable, were blurring the lines for him. He didn't like blurry lines unless he was trying to cross them.
    "That's all I can think of,” he finished with a frown and a slight blush.
    "You don't look too sure about that,” Zane pointed out helpfully.
    "I reserve the right to add rules,” Ty responded with a deeper flush as he crossed his arms protectively over his jacket.
    "What about me?” Zane asked, fascinated by Ty's mind at work despite the shuffling it had suffered. The man was obviously struggling with something he didn't want to admit. Zane thought, perhaps, Ty wanted him and didn't want to say so. Perhaps.
    "What about you?” Ty asked uncomfortably.
    "Do I get to make rules?” Zane asked, moving slightly closer. Something about Ty had changed. He seemed more approachable, more moldable. Definitely more fuckable. Like the hit on the head had knocked some of the abrasive stubbornness out of him.
    "Maybe,” Ty allowed warily.
    Another step forward, so they were practically chest to chest again. “Only maybe?” Zane rumbled.
    Ty breathed out heavily through his nose and tilted his head to the side restlessly.
    Zane tilted his head to match him. “How about we take turns making rules?” he purred, putting both hands on the leather jacket and pulling it out from between them. This he could do. Sex he could do. Sex with Ty he could definitely do.
    Ty just licked his lips and watched the jacket as if it were a lifeline slipping away. Zane laid it aside on the table, reached up, and turned Ty's chin toward him. Hell, sometimes just looking at him made Zane hard, and all good sense went flying out the eighth-story window. What being this close was doing to him ... Ty was a goddamn narcotic.
    "What about not-surprise kisses?” Zane rasped.
    Ty swallowed heavily and inclined his head slightly, his chin still in Zane's grasp. “I don't think those have been banned yet,” he finally answered hoarsely.
    Zane realized that he finally had Ty just as off-kilter as Ty had him. And Ty was a very strong man. Strong of will and strong of opinion.
    "Good,” Zane replied. “Just wanted that clarified. Now. You want me to not-surprise kiss you or walk away?"
    "Neither,” Ty answered gruffly, lowering his head stubbornly before reaching up and grabbing the back of Zane's neck to pull him that last inch closer and kiss him.
    Joining in the kiss, Zane pulled Ty hard up against his body, wrapping his arms around him. Fuck, why did they always talk so much? This was the way they related best. This was the way they clicked. What were they supposed to do with that?
    Ty finally pushed away and held him at arm's length. “Now what?” he panted breathlessly, his breath hitching painfully as his ribs protested the festivities.
    Zane shook his head. “Are you feeling this, too?” he rasped. This insane, blown-away pleasure, the near impossible-to-assuage hunger, the ache deep inside, contrasted by short moments of tenderness that seemed so out of place. Zane certainly wasn't sure where they came from, but oh, God...?
    Ty watched him, still trying to