Cut and Run 3 - Fish and Chips

and twirled his finger.
    Ty clucked his tongue. He raised both arms to the sides, holding them out as he turned in a slow half-circle. The muscles of his shoulders and back were, as always, well-defined as he stood with his arms raised. The flex of Ty’s bicep drew Zane’s attention to the unblemished skin. It was odd not seeing the tattoo on Ty’s shoulder, but Zane was too distracted by the rest of him to ask about it. Ty turned his chin to look over his shoulder at Zane, and Zane could see a smirk on his lips. Ty never flaunted himself, not that Zane had ever seen anyway, but the man had a mirror. He wasn’t immune to a little cockiness, not when it was well-deserved.
    “The word that comes to mind is ‘beefcake’,” Zane drawled, looking Ty over, appreciating the view.
    “Mission accomplished, then!” Ty said happily as he turned to face Zane again. He frowned suddenly. “Is beefcake one word or two?”
    Zane laughed. “Who cares when you’ve got a great ass?”
    Ty narrowed his eyes. “I’m not used to you being the brains of the operation,” he murmured. “You know what I think we need? I think we need some practice.”
    “I wonder if I should be insulted,” Zane posed, narrowing his eyes as he set his hands on his hips. “I’m the one with a degree in statistics,” he reminded.
    “You’d seriously rather argue credentials than fuck me?” Ty asked with an incredulous laugh.
    “Well, if you’d said that ,” Zane said as he took a couple of steps closer to Ty.
    Ty took a step back and put his hand on Zane’s chest, raising one eyebrow playfully as he used the other hand to point at himself. Zane now saw that Ty’s usually callused hands and fingers were now well-manicured and relatively smooth, making the newest scar on his hand even more noticeable. “Hold your horses, Lone Star. Are you calling me stupid?”
    “No way. I have a sense of self-preservation,” Zane said as he set his hands on Ty’s hips, their chests brushing.
    Ty bit his lip and sucked air through his teeth, raising his chin as if considering what Zane had just said. “Since when?” he finally asked softly.
    Surprised, Zane straightened, reviewing his words. He inhaled slowly, pushing away a slight dizzy feeling. Ty made him feel like that more and more lately. “Since I got a partner I trust,” he answered.
    Ty looked at him seriously as he stepped closer, letting Zane’s arms encircle his hips. He put one hand on Zane’s upper arm, fingers digging into his bicep. He reached up with the other hand to touch Zane’s face, gliding his fingertips along Zane’s lips as he looked him over. It was an odd gesture from his normally undemonstrative partner, one that struck Zane silent as he waited for Ty’s next move. He had expected Ty to make another comment or wisecrack, but Ty said nothing, letting his fingers slide down Zane’s neck, over his chest, down to his waist to disappear under the unbuttoned shirt Zane still wore. Zane shivered.
    “Care to help me get into character?” Ty whispered with a mischievous smile.
    Zane hummed slightly and pulled Ty flush against him. “What kind of help do you need?”
    Ty pushed up on the tips of his toes, brushing his parted lips against Zane’s. They were warm and moist, and Zane slipped his tongue out to wet his lower lip practically as soon as Ty pulled back and moved both hands over Ty’s body in slow, deliberate motions, coasting across that incredible-looking amazingly silken skin.
    Ty slid his hands up and down Zane’s chest and arms and then wrapped his arms around Zane’s neck — something Zane didn’t think he’d ever done before — and kissed him again. It was a soft, tantalizing kiss, one that begged for Zane to come and get more.
    Zane’s body reacted in a hurry: his pulse picked up, and he could feel his cock swelling in his pants. With a soft growl, he wrapped one arm around Ty and trapped him against his chest as Ty tried to take a step away. Ty laughed softly, and Zane answered the teasing kiss with a firmer, wetter one.
    Ty gave him a low moan as he arched his back just enough to press closer against Zane. The sound was something else wholly unlike him, at least at this stage in their fondling. He seemed to be trying his best to make Zane drag him to bed. If this was what he meant by getting into character… then damn . The passive-aggressive seduction was a hell of a turn-on and a successful enough tactic that Zane wasn’t going to