Cut and Run 3 - Fish and Chips

dangerous amalgam made for a cranky partner but some seriously hot sex at night.
    Sex. He and Ty had been all over each other for days now. While Zane had no complaint whatsoever, it was really bizarre trying to remember that they were supposedly working. The waiting was getting to both of them, and the sex was the only outlet they had aside from the rare foray into a carefully planned adventure like that zip line across the treetops. Each night — or day, as the case proved to be more often than occasionally — grew progressively more heated and intense.
    Zane’s emotions were as well, and he was having a difficult time keeping in mind that the constant proximity and living the lie of being Corbin and Del Porter skewed those emotions. It didn’t mean the close, passionate connection between him and Ty was as real as it felt.
    Everything would change when they went home. Ty would change.
    Zane sighed and resolved not to think about it as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it toward the sofa. It was exhausting, having a good time. They’d been here seven extra-long, activity-filled, frightfully boring days, and he was thinking spending most of one in bed sounded like a great idea, especially after Ty and his daredevil diving had strained Zane’s nerves yesterday.
    Zane’s reticence hadn’t prevented Ty from running at full speed toward the edge of the cliff and throwing himself off it with the kind of cavalier pleasure only the insane could maintain and live through. Zane hadn’t told Ty, but he’d stopped at the railing around the mountainside and watched his lover jump over the edge. Zane’s heart had plummeted as if it had been him taking the leap. He had to say one thing: Ty’s form was beautiful as he dove toward the placid pool below. He wondered if it was something that came naturally or if it was all Ty’s training.
    One thing he did know: Ty was fearless.
    He laughed slightly, shaking his head and turning around to look through the cabin. He wondered where Ty had gotten to. His partner had mentioned something about needing to run an errand as they left the restaurant after lunch. Zane had already decided to be lazy for a while, so he’d come back to their cabin, kicked off his shoes, and padded across the room to the chaise, where he sat and stretched out with a sigh.
    It was only a few minutes later when he heard the door to the stateroom open and close, and then the rustle of a plastic bag as Ty came in and set down whatever he’d bought.
    “I’m pretty sure I just got groped while buying toothpaste,” Ty told him with a frown as he struggled with the tiny buttons of his shirt. “By a tiny little old lady with dead butterflies on her hat.”
    Zane had to fight hard not to laugh. He had noticed the past few days that whenever Ty got frustrated, he began pulling off pieces of clothing left and right. It wasn’t like Zane didn’t mind looking, but the fact that he was doing so now probably meant he didn’t think being groped was funny.
    “I’m surprised it wasn’t more than that, you wearing those pants,” Zane murmured, eyeing Ty’s ass.
    Ty rolled his eyes. Zane wondered how much longer Ty would go before he put a stop to the lecherous comments Zane intended to keep making. He watched his partner, appreciating the view as Ty went to sit on the sofa, propping his feet up on the table in front of him. “I’m bored,” he told Zane grumpily. “How do people live like this?”
    “I have no idea,” Zane murmured sleepily. He was bored too. But at least he could go to the casino and feel like he was doing something worthwhile, even if he hadn’t discovered anything useful so far. He’d seen Vartan Armen twice outside of their poker games, but only for the seconds it took for Armen to nod and move on. It obviously wasn’t “time” yet.
    They’d been dancing, shopping, touring, swimming, and neither really had any interest in shuffleboard. Zane had been only half joking when he suggested the country-Western line dancing lessons, which had set Ty to cackling. Aside from those options, Ty was stuck… sunning himself and making nice with Signora Bianchi, whom he desperately avoided every chance he got. It had moved past funny into ridiculous a day ago.
    Ty dug the heels of his hands into his eyes and groaned miserably as he rubbed at them. Zane opened one eye to peer at him. “What’s wrong?” he asked. The rubbing looked like more than simple tiredness. “Are you