Cut and Run 1 - Cut and Run

drawer, finally extracting a tube of lubricant and then a torn box of condoms. He kissed Zane again, bringing the phone close enough to Zane's ear that he could hear a brief but heartfelt curse. Zane smiled against Ty's lips. Obviously it wasn't critical enough to stop Ty from fucking him, so he couldn't care less that the person on the other end of the line was pissed off. To help out, Zane lifted his hips and snagged his briefs with one hand, pushing them down to his thighs.
    "Yeah,” Ty whispered to him as he reached down to help, pushing the briefs further down and kissing him again. The phone fell from his hand and slid down the pillow, and he reached for the lubricant as he pushed Zane's legs further apart with his knee. Zane kicked the briefs to the side and spread his legs more to make room for Ty. His cock was already erect and standing. It hadn't taken long, not with Ty touching him. It never did. As he sucked in a breath, he turned his head and could hear the feminine voice still talking.
    "Ty?” the little voice questioned angrily. “Ty! Are you even listening to me?” it shouted.
    Ty reached for the phone and put it to his ear again as he reached between Zane's legs with the other. “Listening,” he grunted unconvincingly before moving the phone away from his mouth and kissing Zane again as he slid a finger inside him.
    Biting his lip against a soft cry, Zane arched into Ty's hand, squeezing his eyes closed and gripping the sheets. Fuck, he wanted this so badly, and the fact that Ty was doing it despite the phone call just made him crazier. Zane lifted one hand to curl around himself, lightly running his thumb over the head of his aching cock.
    Ty could barely form complex thoughts, much less deal with the woman on the other end of the phone. He wanted Zane and just Zane, and he wanted him right that minute. He slid another finger into him slowly, practically vibrating with the desire to go faster.
    "You owe me an apology!” the woman's voice shouted from the cell phone, and Ty dropped the phone again to grip Zane's hair and pull his head back roughly so he could bite at his neck. “Ty!” the woman shouted.
    Zane gasped for a breath, tipping his head back and clenching his hand into Ty's sides as he felt teeth scrape against his skin. Zane tightened his hold on his own cock, pleasure already lapping through him. It would only get better. The annoyed voice was a tiny buzz he couldn't be troubled to notice. All his attention was on Ty's hands. And Ty's hands were going ever further, his fingers twisting wickedly inside Zane as he dragged his teeth down Zane's neck.
    Another screaming demand from the woman on the phone caused Ty to pull up short and grab the phone. “Stacey, I'll call you back,” he grated into the phone before hanging up and tossing it over his shoulder to land precariously on the edge of the bed at their feet. He bent to kiss Zane again, letting himself moan loudly with the contact.
    Zane couldn't stand it anymore. “Ty ... please,” he whimpered.
    As if to accentuate his point, the phone began to ring and vibrate at the end of the bed. Ty ignored it, instead focusing all his attention on Zane and preparing him for a nice, rough fuck. He kissed him hungrily as the phone hopped around angrily on the tangled bed covers, and he reached for the condom wrapper and ripped it open after pulling his fingers out and sliding the palm of his hand up the length of Zane's cock teasingly.
    Zane choked down a cry as he felt Ty's hand on him, and he couldn't stop his hips from snapping up into Ty's hand. “Fuck,” he breathed. “Fuck, Ty...."
    "Not yet,” Ty rasped as he rolled the condom on and reached to tug at the back of Zane's thigh. The phone finally stopped ringing, and Ty kissed Zane again messily. Seconds later, Ty was pushing slowly into Zane's body as the landline began to ring.
    Zane growled. “Who the fuck is she?” he demanded, keeping his hands on Ty, smoothing them over hard muscles. “Never mind,” he gasped as Ty moved inside him. “She just wants what I've got.” And he purposefully tilted his hips and rocked up to sink Ty deeper inside him.
    Ty groaned, the sound close to a whimper as he pressed his lips to Zane's jaw and pushed harder.
    Ty's voice on the answering machine could be heard from the kitchen, warning not to leave a message because he never returned them anyway, and then a loud beep sounded as Ty pushed up onto his hands and flexed his hips. “Don't