Cut and Run 1 - Cut and Run

was dark outside, and he was contemplating getting up and yanking Ty out of bed to go and find food since they had skipped dinner. When he heard Ty shift and mumble, Zane sat up with a wince and turned on the lamp between the two beds. He tilted his chin to look at the other man.
    Ty rolled onto his back, body tangling in the sheets around him, and he stretched and growled and grumbled noisily. He looked different asleep; softer, somehow, which Zane supposed made sense. Younger, too. He wouldn't have thought it before, but it was pretty clear now that Ty was younger than he was, and not by just a little.
    Ty made a few more sleepy growling noises and stretched until his muscles shook with the tension. Then he flopped back down into the bed and rolled onto his side, snuggling his head against the pillow and finally cracking one eye open. “Hmm?” he hummed questioningly when he found Zane looking at him.
    "Evening,” Zane greeted quietly, voice still dark with sleep. He yawned and ran his hand through his hair. The short curls were riotous. “I'm hungry."
    "Ugh,” Ty groaned sleepily. “God, you're worse than a date,” he muttered. “I have to feed you, too?"
    "Hell, we sleep together, and you won't spring for dinner? What kind of guy are you?” Zane climbed gingerly out of the bed and flopped his pillow over Ty's face as he walked by to the bathroom.
    "The kind who slept through the getting laid part!” Ty called after him as he grabbed the pillow and immediately confiscated it, tucking it under the covers and wrapping around it like a child with a teddy bear.
    Zane leaned out the door after turning on the light. “Bad planning on your part,” he chastised before ducking back inside and pushing the door shut.
    Ty gave a loud, slightly squeaky huff and snuggled back down into the bed. The mattress was hard as a rock, but he'd had worse. “You want room service?” he called.
    Stretching carefully, Zane looked over his shoulder at his back in the mirror. “Yeah, that's fine,” he answered, raising his voice. “I'll eat pretty much anything."
    "I'm sure you will,” Ty muttered grumpily from his warm cocoon of pillows.
    Zane turned on the shower, ready to risk washing down his back. The hot water would feel good, at least. He pushed his briefs to the floor and climbed in, standing facing the shower head (which was actually tall enough for him for once) before turning slightly to see how it would feel on his damaged skin.
    Ty climbed out of bed when he heard the water turn on and hopped to the bathroom door, sticking his head inside the bathroom with wide, disbelieving eyes. “You're gonna wet it?” he asked incredulously without even giving a thought to Zane's privacy.
    Jerking his shoulder out of the water and stepping back as the door pushed open, Zane swallowed against the surprise and tried to calm his pulse. “What the hell are you talking about? I'm in the damn shower; it's wet by default."
    "It's gonna hurt,” Ty protested almost childishly.
    Zane leaned back and pulled the curtain aside just enough to look at Ty. “Well, yeah?” he said, face displaying patent disbelief at Ty's objections. “Won't hurt worse than the getting hurt in the first place,” he said as he pointed at Ty, catching the curtain just in time as it fell away and yanking it shut, blocking the flow of cool air. He felt like a fucking idiot, standing naked in the shower while he held the curtain between the two of them.
    Taking an even breath, he turned in place immediately, standing far enough away that the hot water just sprayed on his ass and thighs. Then he took small steps backward, and as the hot water started raining on his lower back he let out a low, unconscious moan of pleasure.
    "It's gonna hurt,” Ty crooned as he leaned against the door, waiting almost gleefully for the howl.
    Ignoring him, Zane stepped backward again, inhaling sharply as the hot water splattered across the cuts and slices and gouges. It did hurt, but it was all a heated flush that tingled and buzzed rather than actually causing blinding pain. He sighed and relaxed and moved further back so the water sluiced over his shoulders, and he groaned at how good it felt, the mélange of little prickles and bites of hurt mixing with the hot raps that jarred and soothed his tensed muscles.
    "Like pain, huh?” Ty laughed as he listened. “I'll leave you to it, then,” he snickered as he turned to go.
    "Pansy-ass,” Zane murmured with a smile, just