Cut and Run 3 - Fish and Chips

uncapping the pen. “Ooh, these are the smelly good ones,” he said with an obvious grin.
    Zane chuckled. “So easy to please,” he teased. “Be sure to color inside the black lines, not the white ones, please,” he requested, referring to the pale criss-cross of scars and pock marks already decorating his back. Some of those marks had come from said pocket knife when Ty had scraped glass and metal shards from an exploded computer monitor out of Zane’s back.
    “Hey, I know my ink, okay?” Ty said in an offended voice. “It’s got a lot of curly things, huh?” he mumbled as he ran a fingertip over the design. He then put his free hand on Zane’s shoulder, letting his fingers slide across Zane’s scarred skin as he bent and pressed the tip of the pen to his back. He moved the pen in slow strokes, unconsciously moving his face closer and leaning more of his weight against Zane as he worked.
    Closing his eyes, Zane focused his will on not twitching. The pen was almost a tickle, just barely firm enough to keep from triggering an unfortunate reaction of wiggling and helpless laughter. So he tried to think more about Ty’s weight on him and how he hadn’t been fucked for too long.
    Just as he’d started on that line of thought, Ty began to blow on the pieces of the tattoo he’d drawn in already, and God help him, Zane squeaked.
    Ty raised his head to look up at him. “Okay?” he asked in confusion. “It doesn’t burn, does it?” he asked dubiously.
    Zane cleared his throat. “Ah, no, it’s okay. Just caught me by surprise.”
    Ty shifted to his other knee, patted Zane’s bare ass, and then continued with the drawing. He moved slower on what Zane assumed were the thinner parts, his hand sliding across Zane’s skin in graceful arcs and curls, following the lines of the tattoo. And then he would stop and blow gently. Each time Zane inhaled sharply as his gut clenched and dug his fingers into the duvet.
    “Almost done?” Zane asked through gritted teeth. He thanked God that the ink dried in about fifteen seconds — the woman at the spa had likened the pen to a Sharpie — and wouldn’t smear when he rolled over on it.
    “One more curly thing,” Ty muttered. He blew on it carefully and then sat up and put the top on the pen with a snap. Zane almost made it, but that last flicker of breath across his skin sent a tremor through him, and he gasped quietly.
    Ty finally took note of his reaction, and he placed his hand over Zane’s back, bent to kiss his shoulder, and then moved slowly to lean more of his weight against Zane’s body and whisper into his ear. “You’re so easy.”
    Zane groaned and curled his hands into the coverlet. “Guess you’ve got my number,” he said hoarsely.
    Ty’s hand dragged across his shoulders and down his arm as Ty nuzzled against his neck. He kissed just below Zane’s ear, nipping at his earlobe and the ruby stud there. Zane hummed encouragingly and tipped his head to the side, exposing more of his neck as he pushed his ass up against Ty’s groin. Ty pulled at his shoulder, urging him to roll onto his back. He ducked his head to brush his lips against Zane’s as Zane shifted his weight and moved, his arms wrapping around Ty as he did. Zane bit gently at Ty’s lower lip and sighed, happy to feel his lover’s weight on top of him.
    Ty moved until he was settled over Zane’s thighs, leaning into Zane heavily as he kissed him languidly. Both hands tangled in Zane’s hair, his elbows resting on Zane’s biceps and pinning his arms to the bed. Zane flexed his fingers and let his hands fall limp, investing himself in the kiss and the thrill of having Ty over him. Ty’s thigh rubbing against his aroused cock just made it more enjoyable.
    The kiss became more heated as Ty moved his body against Zane’s, the soft material of Ty’s pants the only thing between them. Ty growled suddenly as he pushed up onto his hands and knees, and he hooked his elbows under Zane’s arms and dragged him into the center of the oversized round bed. Zane’s pulse picked up, thinking about the possibilities. When Ty was truly hot and bothered, it could be an amazing experience, like being mauled by a lion without the fuss of needing stitches after.
    Ty kissed him passionately again, rutting against Zane’s hip slowly as he worked himself up. Zane met his kiss with more enthusiasm, and he gripped Ty’s hips, encouraging him. Hearing Ty, listening to him pant and groan, was setting