Cut and Run 2 - Sticks and Stones

dark woods, squinting as if trying to find the campfire. They were far enough away that they couldn’t see the glow of the flames, nor could they hear anything from the other men through the dense woods.
    “Actually, fuck it,” Ty decided as he reached out to Zane and pulled him close again to kiss him.
    Zane’s pulse picked up immediately, just like it always did when Ty kissed him passionately. He wrapped his arms around Ty and pulled him closer, equally comforted and aroused by having him so close.
    Ty gave a low groan as they pressed against each other. “Been missing this,” he said in a harsh whisper.
    Zane squeezed his eyes shut and nodded before covering Ty’s mouth again, his tongue pushing in to taste him, both hands dropping to grip Ty’s ass and lift him until he stood on the tips of his toes, his arms wrapped around Zane’s neck to meet his height and kiss him possessively. Zane was addicted to Ty’s kisses. They were much like Ty himself: unbridled and spontaneous, warm and gentle at times, but with just enough bite to set them on fire.
    One kiss from Ty never failed to make Zane want more.
    Shifting his weight, Zane moved to press his groin against Ty. Despite being exhausted, dehydrated, and hurting, he was hard already. He wanted Ty to touch him so badly he was shaking. Ty’s hands slid down his body, finding Zane’s skin under all the layers. It seemed he wanted to take this further just as desperately as Zane.
    “You sure you wanna start this way the hell out here?” Ty asked roughly, though. And he had a point. He was thinking about the logistics of it all: the hard ground was littered with sticks and dried leaves and God knew what else; the cold air would assault their bare skin as soon as clothing was removed; and it wasn’t just Deuce or Earl who could interrupt them with their pants down. There were any number of other obstacles they were sure to find as soon as they went too far to turn back without parts turning blue.
    Zane groaned as he ran through them in his mind. He didn’t care about any of them. “Need it,” he managed to say as he moved his lips along Ty’s neck. “Need you.”
    “Did you come out here with a condom, Zane?” Ty asked in amusement as he continued to kiss Zane slowly, almost as if he was humoring him again.
    “For fuck’s sake, Ty, just touch me… please,” Zane gasped out between the kisses. “That’s all it’s gonna take.”
    Ty took a small step back and searched Zane’s face in the darkness. They could just make out each other’s features in the moonlight. He rubbed his hands together vigorously, then cupped them and blew onto his palms. He smiled crookedly as he unbuttoned Zane’s jeans and pushed them down. He reached through the opening of Zane’s boxers and slid his fingers along the length of Zane’s erection. His fingers were still cold, though, and even though it was such a relief to be touched intimately again, Zane was almost afraid it was too cold for the results they wanted. Then Ty kissed him one last time and dropped to his knees without warning.
    Zane’s breath hissed out in a rush, heat zipping through his body at the sudden sight of Ty on his knees in front of him. One of his hands delved into Ty’s hair as he looked down at him with widened eyes. Ty had never even hinted at this before. It was something Zane had simply considered off-limits. But Ty didn’t waste any time now; he took Zane into his mouth, pushing his head forward to drive Zane’s cock deep into the warmth.
    Zane choked on a cry, and he bit his lip to muffle the sounds threatening to tear from him. If they didn’t fuck soon somewhere where he could yell as loud as he wanted, Zane thought he might have to resort to more violence. Both hands gripped Ty’s short hair, and he couldn’t help but move, thrusting into Ty’s gloriously hot mouth. Rather than fighting against it, Ty hummed and pulled at his hip to encourage him to do it again.
    Holy shit, he was going to lose it before he even had a chance to enjoy this!
    Zane inhaled harshly through his nose as he tried to be careful with the movement of his hips. He wanted to give Ty control over the actions rather than merely fucking his mouth, using him to get off, and probably either drowning or choking him in the process. But Ty used his free hand to pull at Zane’s hip again, urging him to thrust. He really wanted Zane to use him like that.
    It was all far too much for Zane to process. The