Cut and Run 1 - Cut and Run

going to get,” he growled.
    Another thrill ran through Ty's body and he inclined his head slightly; part challenge, part invitation. Fuck it. He had never followed the rules anyway.
    Eyes turning sparkling black, Zane reached out, grabbed Ty's arm and yanked him to the side, just enough to get his weight behind him to shove him against the sink, belly first. He was immediately on him, grinding against his ass, and he leaned over to bite the back of Ty's shoulder, hard, before he looked up to meet Ty's eyes in the mirror.
    "Is this what you want?” Zane ground out. “Hard and messy in a goddamn hotel bathroom?” He pressed him harder into the sink counter.
    Ty looked up to meet Zane's eyes in the reflection of the mirror, and he grinned slowly.
    Zane's temper flared, and his stomach plummeted painfully as he realized that Ty was just messing with him. “Son of a bitch,” he hissed. He pulled back, yanked open the bathroom door, and then shoved Ty straight out of the room with enough force that the man hit the mirrored closet door on the opposite wall with a rattle. Then he slammed the bathroom door shut between them.
    Ty stayed where he'd practically splatted for a long moment, breathing heavily and resting his forehead against the cool surface of the mirror to calm himself. Hard and messy in a hotel bathroom had sounded pretty damn fun, actually. Christ, Zane was a fucking Jekyll and Hyde case.
    Reaching in the shower to turn the cold water on full blast, Zane kicked out of his jeans and briefs with a growl, the heat of his anger matching the roiling desire for the man he'd just thrown out. “Fucking asshole,” he hissed as he climbed full into the shower spray and yanked the curtain shut. How could he have misjudged Ty's reactions? The bastard must have been putting on from the first moment their lips touched.
    "Goddammit all to hell,” he growled. The cold water was barely having any effect. He slammed the side of his fist against the tile, only to cuss again colorfully and shake his hand as the pain reverberated through his fingers and up his arm again.
    Ty heard the thud from within the bathroom and finally raised his head. He turned to look at the door and narrowed his eyes. So, Rule Number One, apparently, was that he wasn't allowed to crack a smile during foreplay. “Got it,” he muttered to himself as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side before stepping up to the door and throwing it open.
    Zane's head shot up as the door hit the wall. What the hell? Then, and only then, it occurred to him that Ty just might have been serious with that smile. Fuck.
    Ty was already half-undressed, so it wouldn't have taken him all that long to finish the job. But instead, he yanked the shower curtain back and stepped into the shower without removing his jeans, and he grabbed Zane and slammed him against the tile along the back side of the shower.
    He'd half-expected it, but Zane was still surprised by the other man's vehemence and he gasped and growled as his back hit the cool wall opposite the curtain painfully.
    Ty reached over to the shower knobs and turned the temperature of the water up to something more tolerable, holding his forearm across Zane's chest. “We've really got to work on that temper of yours,” he drawled as he pressed himself against Zane's body.
    A breath shuddered out of Zane as he spread both hands, palms flat against the tile. The warm water and the press of the other man's body were doing the trick to bring him fully hard again. “Ty,” he said harshly.
    "Shut up,” Ty hissed in response as his entire body turned over into tackle mode and drove all other thoughts from his mind. He ducked his head to lick a trail of water running down Zane's collarbone and then bit him lightly.
    Zane groaned and his eyes rolled back as his hands moved without thought to clutch at Ty's hips. “You make me absolutely fucking crazy,” he said thickly.
    "Hate to break it to you, but I think you were there long before I came along,” Ty murmured before he raised his head and kissed Zane slowly.
    One hand shifted up to curl around the back of Ty's neck as they kissed, and Zane shifted his feet apart so Ty was right up against his body. His patience and good sense were blown. He didn't want to say no to this. It was so much better than any booze or drugs. His blood thrummed with it; his chest and belly were taut with it.
    "You might find it a bit more difficult to toss me out next