Cut and Run 1 - Cut and Run

increasingly heated kiss again, stepping back and giving Zane's chest a good hard smack with the back of his hand. “Asshole,” he gasped as he tried to get himself under control.
    "Ow!” Zane yelped as Ty's hand stung against his bare skin. He gasped out a laugh as he leaned back. “Me?” he asked in disbelief, squirming in place where he practically sat against the counter.
    Ty grabbed him and pulled him off the counter to kiss him again, forcing himself not to think about the consequences. If he thought about it, he'd cut and run—as far and as fast as he possibly could. Zane grunted as he landed against Ty's chest, his stance spread enough to lower him the couple of inches needed to be at the same height as Ty. Clutching at Ty's shoulders, Zane shifted his weight to push the other man back toward the door.
    Ty hit the door with a rush of air from his lungs, his hip barely missing the doorknob as the impact slammed the door closed, but neither man noticed. They were far too distracted by the sudden turn of events. “I had you pegged as trouble from minute one,” Ty gasped accusingly between the hurried meetings of their lips.
    Zane bit Ty's bottom lip slightly and sucked it between his lips before letting it loose. “Your middle name is trouble,” he said as he ran a hand down Ty's side, feeling the hard muscles appreciatively.
    Ty hissed with the bite and growled dangerously. He couldn't decide if he was angry or just really fucking turned on. Either way, it was all Zane fucking Garrett's fault....
    Pulling in a deep breath when his body reacted to the harsh sound, Zane set his forearm against the door over Ty's shoulder, making their chests, hips, and groins rock together. “Now what?” he breathed. “You wanted to know. Now you know."
    Ty banged his head back on the door and closed his eyes, huffing through his nose as he tried to regain some control. “I lied,” he groaned plaintively. “I didn't wanna know."
    Zane couldn't help but smile and snicker. “Too late, hotshot,” he said.
    "Bastard."
    "Coming from you, that's pretty much an endearment.” Still grinning, amazed at Ty's pliancy, Zane leaned forward to steal a firm kiss. Ty's lips parted almost against his will, and he groaned slightly. Zane couldn't resist that little sound, and he moved to capture it, sliding his mouth more slowly over Ty's, rubbing, tongue sliding between swollen lips. Ty seemed to melt against him, losing the tension that was always in him, losing the caustic shield he seemed to rarely drop. He merely managed a few incoherent murmurs as he slid a hand into Zane's hair.
    Zane wrapped his arms around him when the other man relaxed, not tight, just enough to hold their bodies in constant contact. The tiny sounds and first real touch from the other man rocked Zane's world badly.
    "We gotta stop,” Ty groaned finally, pulling back as much as he dared. Their lips still touched when he spoke. “Neither of us is up to this,” he rasped, breathing still difficult as his body screamed for more contact.
    It wasn't the right excuse, Zane knew, but it would have to serve. This could only lead to disaster. He slowly straightened, seeing the desire in Ty's hooded eyes. Somehow he made himself step back, hands sliding on each side of Ty's rib cage until they fell away.
    Ty lowered his head, still looking at Zane from under lowered brows, and pressed his lips tightly together. “Fuck,” he finally observed flatly.
    Zane took another step back, slid one hand into his back pocket to keep it off Ty, and leaned against the counter again. Raising his other hand, he lightly ran a finger over his split lip, feeling the pain return as the tingle and thrill dissipated. He could echo Ty's sentiment, but the urge to touch and taste was still ravaging him, and it was taking all he had not to grab the other man and grind against him. He closed his eyes in a bid to regain some measure of control.
    "What the fuck do we do now?” Ty asked in frustration.
    After squeezing his eyes shut for a long moment, Zane took another step back. “You're going back to your room, and I'm taking a cold shower.” He turned to yank a towel off the rack.
    "Huh uh,” Ty protested stubbornly. “I'd rather completely fuck us both over than separate,” he added with a flush that was part embarrassment, part desire to do just what he'd said.
    Zane turned back to him, his lack of patience very clear. “Get out of the bathroom or fucked over is what you're