Cut and Run 2 - Sticks and Stones

could reach around and slide his hand over Ty’s ass, fingers seeking sensitive skin.
    Ty managed a muffled curse against his lips. He stood on his toes, giving him just that much more height, and he wrapped one arm around Zane’s neck to keep his feet as he was fondled. Zane wanted to be all over and around him, inside him and feeling his pleasure pulse through him. But he settled for stroking and squeezing Ty’s cock as he flexed his index finger against the clenching hole, sinking slightly in before pulling free and then repeating the motion.
    Ty gave a wanton groan and let his head fall back, practically hanging on Zane.
    “You feel so good, baby,” Zane groaned as he kept his hand moving and pushed his finger in to tease Ty some more.
    Ty didn’t respond with anything more than a wordless moan and another languid, sensual kiss. He seemed to think if he moved one way or the other, some of the pleasurable stimulation would stop. His cock jumped in Zane’s hand, and his entire body was tense and hard against Zane’s. Zane growled in frustration. When Ty was tight like this, a hard bundle of energy and writhing pleasure, there was nothing better in the world than to shove deep inside him and watch him go off like a firecracker.
    Zane’s finger started to mimic his tongue, plunging in and out, deeper, as he tried to give Ty enough stimulation to push him over the edge. He twisted his hand over Ty’s cock and slipped the pad of his thumb over the wet cockhead, moaning appreciatively. Ty gritted out Zane’s name as he lowered his head and bumped his forehead against Zane’s chin. His entire body trembled as he pushed his hips into Zane’s hand, and his fingers tightened in Zane’s hair almost painfully as he rutted against him. “Fuck!” he growled in frustration. He was obviously close to release, needing just a little more to find it.
    Gripping Ty’s cock hard as his hand shuttled over it, Zane shoved two fingers into him just as he dipped his mouth to Ty’s chin for a quick kiss. Then he dug his teeth in at the crook of his neck and twisted his fingers around, pushing at the walls of muscle. Ty gave a short, sharp cry before managing to quiet himself, and he gasped and panted out several harsh breaths as he came into Zane’s palm. His body arched and tensed until it had to be painful. Zane spread his fingers wide as the muscles pulsed around them, and Ty’s knees went weak. He whimpered pleadingly, just as he almost always did when he came before Zane and Zane was still riding him hard to find his own release. It made Zane’s cock throb pleasantly, and he cursed again for not being able to do anything more than this.
    Zane shushed him as he gentled his grip and pulled his fingers free, petting the curve of Ty’s ass before pulling his jeans mostly up and then curling his arm around Ty’s waist to support him.
    Ty cursed creatively, his lips moving against Zane’s unbruised cheek and the corner of his mouth. Zane just laughed softly and kissed him as he finally let go of Ty’s softening cock.
    Ty gave a full-body shiver as he reached down to finish pulling up his jeans. Zane pulled out one of the individually packaged wet wipes he’d stuck in his back pocket for the next trip to the second tree to the left and worked on cleaning up his fingers and hands. He handed one to Ty as well got a wry smile from his partner.
    “Fuck, it’s cold,” Ty breathed with a small laugh as he buttoned his jeans. They could see their breath now in the night.
    “At least it’ll explain why we’re flushed,” Zane said.
    “Fuck it,” Ty muttered as he made sure his shirt buttons were all straight. “Deuce already knows and to hell with Dad. He can’t think much worse of me,” he declared stubbornly as he reached out to fix Zane’s collar.
    Zane stopped still and watched Ty’s eyes as he let Ty fuss. He wanted to say so many things: to call Earl a liar, to tell Ty he was the bravest man he’d ever met. He just didn’t know what Ty would believe in the aftermath of Earl’s words or what he himself had the courage to tell him. It was hard to open your heart to Ty; you never knew if you’d get a sincere response or a joke in return. There were some things Zane wanted to say that just couldn’t be met with a joke, and so he kept them to himself.
    “Don’t think about it right now,” he said softly instead.
    Ty looked up from his collar and met his eyes for a few seconds. Zane didn’t think he’d