Cut and Run 2 - Sticks and Stones

weight to help, his entire body flooding with heat as Zane rocked deeper into him. It always felt so damned good; Ty was never sure why he didn’t do this more often. But that just led to more questions he didn’t want to find answers to, and he’d rather focus on what Zane was doing to him right now.
    Zane drew a deep, quiet breath as he gripped Ty’s hips and pulled back, starting with slow thrusts. Ty closed his eyes and bit his hand harder, telling himself not to moan as Zane moved inside him. But it was difficult to keep quiet when Zane was sliding into him with slow, deep thrusts. It wouldn’t stay slow and sensual like this for long; it never did with them, no matter who took the lead or how determined they both were to make it last.
    Zane’s hand slid up his back until he was gripping Ty’s shoulder, his fingers digging into Ty’s skin. The blanket beneath Ty’s hands began to slide, and Ty went with it, the weight of Zane’s body on top of him stretching him and the blanket out on the floor. When Ty was flat on the floor, Zane shifted to plant his knees outside of Ty’s. He pushed down on the backs of Ty’s shoulders as he worked up to a steady, heated rhythm that would please them both sooner rather than later.
    Ty found himself pinned flat to the floor, with Zane using his knees and shoulders for leverage as he fucked him. He gasped wordlessly against the blanket under him, liking the overpowering weight of Zane’s body on him. Zane snapped his hips down, hard, and Ty had to bite his lip to keep from crying out. He bent his knees and lifted his feet, pushing his heels against Zane’s ass to urge him on. Zane grunted quietly before lowering himself to hold Ty closer and speed his thrusts.
    The sound of their bodies slapping together was loud in the otherwise silent room, and Zane slowed his thrusts again, grunting in Ty’s ear. “Not much longer,” he warned breathlessly.
    Ty responded to his warning by tensing around the hard cock inside him, and he reached back to drag his short fingernails across the naked skin of Zane’s hip. Zane grunted and trembled with restraint as he continued. Ty panted heavily against the blankets under him as his body tightened. He wouldn’t last much longer either. He never did with Zane’s cock inside him.
    Zane bit the back of his shoulder, hard, and Ty grit his teeth against the shout of pleasure it almost produced. Zane pushed off him again, his hands on Ty’s shoulders as he pounded his cock past the tight ring of muscle, heedless of the sound their bodies made as they met or of the fact that Ty’s groans were steadily gaining in volume. It felt like his cock drove deeper and deeper, his grunts of exertion and pleasure in Ty’s ears, until Ty could do nothing but whimper helplessly as his body convulsed. His fingers dug into Zane’s hip, and he writhed beneath his lover as he spilled himself against the blanket.
    After a few more hard thrusts, Zane froze in place and his grip tightened, his whole body locked in the fight between climax and silence, shuddering. He rocked into Ty a few more times before he finally relaxed and rested his head against Ty’s back, breathing hard and trembling.
    “Good job,” Ty finally offered in a hoarse voice. Zane groaned softly before pulling free with a plaintive gasp. He lowered himself carefully to the floor beside Ty. Ty rolled onto his back, letting his body stretch out, investigating the aches. No matter how ready he was for it, Zane’s cock inside him always left aches. That was part of the fun. “I would have bet money we couldn’t be quiet,” he whispered as he stared at the ceiling.
    Zane smiled at him and shook his head. “Always glad to prove you wrong,” he said.
    Ty turned his head to look at him and laughed suddenly. “You wound up on the floor after all,” he observed with a snicker.
    “Funny guy,” Zane grunted before climbing to his feet and offering Ty a hand.
    Ty stared at him from where he lay flat on his back. Sometimes he wondered if Zane just tolerated him because he was a good lay, or if he truly enjoyed being around him as much as Ty did Zane. He told himself that was another question for a later time. Finally, he reached up and took Zane’s hand, pulling himself to his feet. “Thanks,” he whispered.
    Lacing their hands together, Zane leaned to kiss him, just for a moment. He squeezed Ty’s hands and nodded before loosening his grip. Ty sniffed daintily at the tender