Cut and Run 3 - Fish and Chips

pushed the button again and looked away.
    “We’ll see you soon, Mr. Armen,” Zane said, a slight hint of closure clear in his tone.
    “Until then, Mr. Porter,” Armen said. He nodded to Ty. “Mr. Porter.” And then he was gone, through the doors to the promenade.
    Ty stepped back slightly, letting his hands slide down and away from Zane’s body as he watched the man disappear. “He’s kind of slimy, huh?” he said, still using his accent for fear of losing it.
    “Yes.” Zane watched the doors with narrowed eyes. “That’s a good description.”
    “So much for sticking to our itineraries,” Ty murmured. But if Armen was advancing the schedule, perhaps this job would go faster than they’d anticipated. “But hey, now we know where he’s staying,” he added brightly. “Right the fuck next door.”
    Zane finally turned his chin and refocused his full attention on Ty. “And we don’t need to worry about any meetings for the rest of the day,” he said with a ghost of a smile.
    “Good, gives us time to contact the backup team, get some eyes and ears on this guy. I think I got a good picture, which means we’re already halfway done,” Ty answered distractedly as he peered at the doors and reached out for Zane again almost unconsciously. His hand met warm, firm skin as Zane took a step closer.
    “Is that all?”
    Ty looked at him with a twist of mischief on his lips. “And my accent is slipping,” he claimed as he moved closer to his partner, his fingers dragging against Zane’s skin as he wrapped his arms around his waist. “I think I’m going to need a little more practice before dinner.” He pressed a kiss to Zane’s chin.
    Zane’s lips quirked as his arms slid around Ty’s waist. “Who are you and what did you do with Ty Grady?” he asked under his breath.
    Ty smiled and pulled himself closer, brushing his lips against Zane’s. “Don’t get used to it, darling ,” he drawled, kissing Zane again languidly.
    Zane’s low chuckle was practically a purr. “Then I’ll enjoy it while I’ve got it. C’mon, baby. Finish what you started out by the pool.”
     
     
    T HEY were in foul moods by the time their scheduled dinner came around, mostly because they’d discovered after getting to their cabin that their luggage included a whole lot of lubricant — flavored, scented, warming, desensitizing, stimulating, silicone, gel, and one tiny tube that Ty suspected had glow-in-the-dark and/or explosive properties — but not a single condom to be found.
    Ty cursed himself again for not having foreseen that. Zane had gone to take a shower, muttering darkly after watching Ty go through all the luggage. Now Ty could hear things clinking and sliding and thumping on the marble vanity in the bathroom. When Zane stepped into the doorway, his hair was all slicked back, and he wore tailored black pants that rode low on his hips and a braided gold chain around his neck. Nothing else.
    “Dinner had better be good,” he said in resignation. His mood had taken a hit with Armen’s appearance and had deteriorated all afternoon, capped off by them losing track of time. Now they didn’t even have time to make the evening interesting before dinner and let off some steam.
    Ty looked at Zane blankly and shook his head, trying to see the humorous side of the situation. He failed miserably and grunted at his equally cranky partner. “I know the guy’s all kinds of classy, but you’re putting a shirt on, right, papi ?” he asked wryly.
    Zane stalked over to the wardrobe to rifle through the choices with an aggrieved sigh. He looked to be visibly wrangling with making himself relax.
    Ty grunted in sympathy and scratched at his chin idly as he watched. “We’ll stop by one of the pharmacies and get some after dinner.”
    “Oh, that will go over well. Are you worried about getting pregnant?”
    Ty cocked his head and narrowed his eyes at his belligerent partner. He deserved to be cranky, but Ty didn’t deserve to be the target. Ty waffled between responding in kind and trying to defuse a possible argument. Fuck it. “Maybe you’re just not a good enough lay, and I’m cheating on you,” he posed finally.
    Zane yanked a shirt off its hanger and turned around. “If I found you cheating on me, I’d beat you black and blue. And you’d get off on it,” he growled in Corbin’s voice.
    Ty narrowed his eyes further and leaned forward. There had been a couple times now that he actually believed Zane