Cut and Run 1 - Cut and Run

to rub it against Ty's forehead while he slowly worked the wet denim down his hips. The whole thing was disconcertingly tender, but Ty didn't want to make Zane stop by observing this out loud. Without warning, Zane hefted Ty up and sat him on the counter, moving in between his awkwardly spread knees to claim another kiss.
    Ty nearly flailed. Christ, he'd never actually been picked up during sex before. He gripped Zane's arms tightly and returned the kiss, but broke it off to warn in a rasping voice, “I don't bottom well."
    "Is that so?” Zane drawled uncaringly. “Should I have taken that sultry grin of yours a while ago as an invitation?” he asked, his manner turning more seductive.
    "Maybe,” Ty answered in a voice that was more of an uncertain whisper.
    "It won't make you any less of a man,” Zane parroted, bumping Ty's forehead lightly with his own.
    "Oh, you bastard,” Ty growled, beginning to struggle out of the vulnerable position Zane had set him in.
    Zane laughed and pushed further in between Ty's legs as he struggled, wrapping one arm around his waist, grasping the back of his neck with his other hand. “You're stunning when you're angry, you little fuck,” he muttered before smashing their mouths together, the odd gentility of the last few minutes obliterated.
    Ty did flail then, uttering a muffled exclamation of hatred against Zane's lips. Zane smiled into the kiss as he listened. He used to think he'd be able to quit drinking once he'd had his fill. He was already scared to death it wouldn't work with Ty, either. But the hunger was eating him up, so much so that he was very nearly hard again already.
    "Fuck,” Ty finally muttered as they broke another heated kiss.
    "Is that a comment or a request?” Zane asked breathlessly.
    Ty lowered his head to press his lips to Zane's shoulder and closed his eyes. Jacking him off in the shower was one thing. Fucking would be entirely another. But hell, Ty wasn't ever one to stop when he was ahead. “Both,” he answered hoarsely.
    Zane slid his hands to Ty's hips, gripping them and pulling his body toward him to the edge of the counter.
    "Let me get my fucking socks off first,” Ty growled as he tried to kick out of the soaking wet jeans that still clung to his ankles. Zane bent down and tugged them off one leg at a time, then yanked at Ty's socks impatiently before standing and wrapping his arms around him to kiss him again impulsively.
    Ty mumbled and put up a token struggle as Zane began dragging him out of the bathroom and to the bed, but the slight resistance in Ty's actions fueled Zane's desire even more.
    A handful of stumbling steps later they stood at the foot of the bed Ty had claimed. Ty pulled away and suffered through a brief moment of clarity. “Do you have supplies for this sort of endeavor?” he asked Zane before he got far enough away to meet his eyes.
    Zane stalked over to his duffel and dug in it to pull out a small black shaving kit, bringing it back and tossing it on the bed. He stopped a foot away, looking at Ty evenly. The desire ran rampant through him, and he felt like he was dying of thirst. “You're worse than the damn drink,” he muttered.
    Ty raised his chin and licked his lips. He wasn't sure if that was good or not, but it sure as hell felt good. But then, that pretty much summed up how he felt about the whole situation.
    Zane had already made his decision. He wasn't going to be able to concentrate on the case in this state, so he might as well do something about it. And the fact that Ty was ready, willing, and able went a long way toward making it a lot more pleasurable. He moved forward until their chests barely brushed. “What do you want?"
    Ty inclined his head even further and tilted it to the side, looking down at Zane's mouth and then up into his eyes. He smiled slowly. “I don't bottom well,” he warned again softly.
    Heat flared in Zane's eyes. “That's all right,” he said in a deceptively light voice just before he grabbed Ty's arm and swung him around, pulling his ass back against him while wrapping his arm around him. Zane knew full well Ty was letting him do it. It made it just that much more tantalizing. His voice was dark and throbbing when he purred, “I'm all for a good, hard fuck."
    Ty closed his eyes and let his head rest back on Zane's shoulder, the words sending a dull throb straight to his groin. When he didn't struggle, Zane let his hands roam, getting to know the feel of Ty's skin, and