Cut and Run 3 - Fish and Chips

murmured before kissing him again.
    “Fuck yeah, it is,” Zane agreed fervently after their lips parted again. He liked the slight hint of himself on Ty’s lips; it caused the possessiveness in him to grow exponentially. He ran his fingers over Ty’s swollen lips. “I really wanted to see that up on that mountain.”
    “Well, there you go,” Ty drawled.
    “Probably a good thing I didn’t. I wouldn’t have been able to keep quiet.” Zane shivered again and pulled Ty down on top of him.
    Ty gave a grunt and fell against him gracelessly. He pushed his face into Zane’s neck and growled, the sound low in the back of his throat as he ran his hands down Zane’s arms and tightened his grip around his elbows. The sound also sent an anticipatory shiver through Zane’s body.
    He moved his hands to grip Ty’s hips, forcing them down against his own, shifting under them, and feeling Ty’s hard cock against him. “C’mon, baby,” he whispered in Ty’s ear. “I want to feel you.”
    Ty made another frustrated sound against Zane’s skin, pressing his body down into Zane’s demandingly. “I’ve gone a whole fucking week without breaking character,” he reminded Zane.
    “And you’ve done a wonderful job,” Zane said before licking at Ty’s earlobe and sucking it between his lips.
    Ty slid his fingers into Zane’s hair and gripped it hard, pulling Zane’s head back to kiss at his chin. “You’re going to make me fuck you, aren’t you,” he said in a defeated voice, though he didn’t really sound too upset about the prospect of falling out of the submissive mindset of the false Del Porter.
    Zane practically purred as he arched up into him. “I can’t make you do anything,” he said before sighing. “But I can’t fuck you so soon after you sucked my brains out through my dick.”
    Ty snorted and pushed up onto his hands and knees to look down at Zane with a crooked grin. “You’re so freaking romantic. I don’t know how I keep my pants on.”
    Zane grinned and laughed. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, kissed Ty longingly, and scooted back to lean against the headboard. “Well then,” he drawled, injecting the darkness of Corbin’s voice into his own as he tried to slip into that hateful character, “give me a show, doll.”
    Ty shook his head and crawled toward Zane again. “I refuse to do the accent during sex,” he claimed stubbornly as he grabbed the backs of Zane’s knees and pulled until he lay flat again.
    Zane raised an eyebrow as he let Ty move him. He reached up and pressed his palm against Ty’s chest, dragging it down to his belly and farther to tease between his legs. “My my, feeling uppity tonight, are you? Two refusals so far. What’s next?”
    “I didn’t say I refused,” Ty murmured before kissing him languidly. Zane slid his tongue messily along Ty’s bottom lip and cupped one side of his face in his palm, caressing gently. Ty could turn him hot and cold and back inside a minute’s time, and that was while fully clothed and often armed. In this situation he didn’t have a chance, and his gut cramped pleasantly in recognition of the fact.
    Ty’s fingers trailed down Zane’s chest as he hovered over him. His nose pressed against Zane’s cheek, and his lips just barely grazed Zane’s as he spoke. “You want a show?” he asked in a whisper.
    Most of Zane’s brain checked out as he flushed with heat thinking about the many and varied connotations of that offer. “Yeah,” he rasped.
    Ty remained motionless for a moment, and then he slowly glanced his lower lip against Zane’s before pushing up to kneel over him. Now, Ty was not what Zane would ever think of as an exhibitionist. But he had done a lot of things this week Zane never thought he would or could do. Ty slid his hands under the soft material of the cream-colored pants he wore and pushed them down to his knees, exposing himself to Zane’s appreciative gaze. Ty didn’t attempt to remove them further, though, instead straddling Zane’s thighs as he let one hand drift across Zane’s belly. His other hand slid slowly up his own thigh as he watched Zane, who had to swallow hard. His eyes darted from Ty’s face to his hands and back.
    They’d never been like this with each other: just watching, not even really touching. They’d always been satisfied by fucking out the arousal, though that was fast becoming only a temporary fix. Zane didn’t think there was a way he’d not want Ty anymore,