Cut and Run 3 - Fish and Chips

railing,” he told Zane with certainty, his voice low.
    That got a reaction that wasn’t smooth, cocky Corbin. Both Zane’s hands tightened as he sucked in a quick breath, and his cock jumped against Ty’s hand. When Zane spoke, his voice was thick and rough. “Whatever makes you happy, doll.”
    Ty grinned triumphantly. His fingers continued to move teasingly, hidden behind his back. The exotic-looking man still watched them. Ty found it odd and slightly disconcerting. He laid his head against Zane’s chest again, brow furrowing as he fondled his lover, hidden in plain sight.
    Zane slid his fingers through Ty’s hair, and Ty thought he just might have felt those fingers shaking. Then Zane tugged gently after a particularly firm caress. “You are skating on thin ice.”
    Ty smiled and looked around again. He was being fairly discreet. No one around them seemed any the wiser. He moved his other hand to glide idly along Zane’s thigh as he used it as an armrest. He could see how some enjoyed this game of passive seduction. The thrill was in Zane’s reaction. How far could he go before Zane lost his control?
    “You plan to punish me somehow?” he asked in the most innocent voice he could muster. The accent actually helped with that.
    “Oh, I think I can come up with something suitably chastising,” Zane said darkly. His voice was dropping closer toward a growl.
    “If it doesn’t involve me on my knees in some fashion I shall be wildly disappointed,” Ty drawled as he gave a squeeze of his hand in emphasis. He was pleased with himself for remembering the intricacies of the dialect.
    Zane laughed aloud, and Ty could see clear interest on a few other faces. Zane was drawing a lot of attention, and well he should be. Hell, probably half the people up here — women and men — would want Zane to bend them over a balcony railing.
    Ty turned his head to nuzzle against Zane’s chin again. “You didn’t tell me about the tattoo.”
    “I figured you’d noticed,” Zane murmured. “It’s not exactly subtle.”
    Ty laughed and shook his head. “Haven’t had occasion to see that side of you lately.”
    Zane chuckled, and it shook both of them this time. “So what do you think?”
    “I’m more impressed with the rest of you,” Ty assured him with another smirk. He gave Zane a few slow strokes. He wanted Zane in him, and now. But more than that, he wanted Zane to want it enough to make a move.
    Zane hissed quietly. “Doll….” His voice carried a warning tone. “You’ll make me forget we’re supposed to be working.”
    “We are working, remember?” Ty drawled as he continued to slide the tips of his fingers against Zane’s swimsuit.
    Zane splayed his hand over Ty’s chest and started stroking up and down his sun-warmed skin, going a little lower each time. “And I’m wondering just how Corbin would decide between being smug and showing you off or being jealous and dragging you to bed away from prying eyes,” he said throatily.
    Ty shifted his body against Zane suggestively. If they were getting up to head to the cabin any time soon, he wanted Zane just as turned on as he was. He might even be able to push him over the edge and get him to go rough on him. God, that was fun, watching Zane battle between control and wild passion. His fingers stroked along the hard ridge in Zane’s shorts.
    “I vote for the bed,” Ty murmured with a smirk.
    Without warning, Zane surged up out of the deck chair, practically lifting Ty to set him on his feet. He grabbed a towel in one hand and Ty’s wrist in the other and started stalking for the doors that would lead into the concourse of luxury cabins. Ty nearly stumbled, barely grabbing his sunglasses, and Zane’s grasp on his wrist was the only thing that kept him on his feet as he was dragged away from the pool. He bit his lip in anticipation of what might be coming and tried to look suitably chastised as he followed.
    Zane pulled him inside, and the forced air spilled over them as they moved through the entryway and into the wide stairwell. Once they were around the corner, Zane swung Ty around with a growl and pinned him to the wall, his head narrowly missing a sprig of holiday cheer taped to the bulkhead. “You have any idea how close I was to tipping you back on that chair?” he growled, grinding his obvious hard-on against Ty’s thigh.
    Ty tangled both hands in Zane’s hair and bit his lip again against the smile that threatened. “God, I love