Cut and Run 1 - Cut and Run

time,” Ty hissed as one hand snaked down Zane's body and between them.
    Zane's next breath nearly choked him as Ty's hand slid between their bodies, soft compared to the wet denim that scraped against his bare midsection. No, he didn't imagine he'd be tossing Ty anywhere. His eyes opened. “Next time?” he asked hoarsely.
    Ty's hand closed around him, and he nipped at his chin in answer. The back of Zane's head hit the tile, and he held Ty's shoulders tight as he reacted, swelling as a strangled gasp escaped him.
    "That's what I thought,” Ty cooed to him with a smirk as he stroked him slowly. “When was the last time you fucked someone you didn't pay, Zane?” he asked in an almost conversational tone as the water pounded down on them both.
    Dragging his eyes open, Zane met Ty's changeable eyes. His lashes were dotted with water drops. “Too damn long,” he said lowly. Ty kissed him again almost before he got the words out, and his hand sped up slightly as he pressed his body into Zane's.
    Feeling like he was about to burn to a crisp, Zane shook all over as his hips shifted to move against Ty's hand. Oh, God. He groaned and laid his head back, eyes shut against the water splashing off his shoulder. It didn't matter that he'd gotten off about six hours ago. He was hard and straining. Ty's other hand slid behind his head to cushion his skull from hitting the tiles, and he kissed Zane again demandingly as he continued to stroke relentlessly.
    It wasn't going to take much longer, not at all. The hard kiss, the catch and slide of Ty's hand, and the tension all spiraled tighter and tighter as Zane growled into Ty's mouth.
    "Come on,” Ty urged, not at all concerned with land-speed records or propriety.
    Zane gritted his teeth as the electricity of Ty's touch flashed through him. He growled and lowered his chin, then he opened his eyes and reached out to grab Ty for an animalistic kiss as his hips jerked and he slammed into orgasm. Ty pinned him against the wall and kissed him back, enjoying the result of his efforts almost as much as Zane did. Body twitching through the climax, Zane had to gasp against Ty's lips, crying out on an exhale as Ty's hand kept moving while he got more and more sensitive.
    Ty finally took pity on him and slid his hand back up Zane's body, wrapping around him and kissing him more slowly as he gave him a chance to recover. Shaky and flushed, Zane relaxed fluidly into Ty's arms and the kiss, anger sloughing off him like the water on its way to the drain.
    After a long, leisurely moment, Ty pushed away from the wall and grinned as he licked his lips. “There,” he huffed, sounding very pleased with himself. “Now you can stop being so fucking cranky for a while."
    Zane snorted and laughed weakly, raising both hands to rub over his face. “Christ,” he said with great feeling as he sagged back against the wall.
    Ty smiled and gave his characteristic self-satisfied “Mm hmm” before pulling the curtain back and stepping over the side of the bathtub carefully in his wet socks.
    Zane watched him as the water misted over the tub's edge. Ty's jeans were totally soaked and clung to him like a second skin, and Zane had to swallow hard. Jesus. “Good luck getting out of those gracefully,” he rasped with a slight smile, still leaning against the wall.
    "Good luck thinking for the next hour,” Ty shot back with a smirk.
    "Shit,” Zane muttered, turning into the spray to wash before leaning and shutting the water off.
    Ty stood, silent and dripping in the middle of the bathroom, and watched him intently. When Zane turned around, water still dripped down his neck and wound in rivulets down his shoulders and chest as he stepped out of the shower to stand not six inches from the other man. Ty licked his lips and tilted his head, waiting for Zane's next move. The other man stood there a long moment, then reached forward and unbuttoned Ty's jeans, pulling down the zipper slowly. Ty bit his lip and tilted his head back, his eyes never leaving Zane's even as his body thrummed with the contact.
    "Good luck getting me out of these gracefully,” he echoed wryly, his voice low even though he was smiling. Zane actually smiled and chuckled as he ducked his chin and slid his hands into the wet denim over Ty's hips, peeling it down over the equally wet briefs underneath. Ty's eyes drifted closed, and he tilted his head into Zane's cheek, groaning softly.
    The motion warmed Zane, and he turned his cheek