Cut and Run 3 - Fish and Chips

chuckled. A classic Grady response, and definitely the one he preferred to hear. A “yes” just might have given him a heart attack. He held Ty close. “You owe me.”
    “Owe you?” Ty repeated in a rough, questioning voice as Zane felt his heartbeat begin to speed up.
    “Mm hmm. How I’ve wanted you,” Zane breathed. “It scares the hell out of me.”
    “I know,” Ty murmured as he turned in place and nuzzled against Zane’s neck.
    Zane’s hands trembled as he cupped Ty’s face and kissed him softly, over and over. He didn’t know where he’d found the guts to say what he just did. But it had been worth it. Ty wrapped his arms around Zane and pulled him closer. Zane could feel the desire starting to build, quivering like a live wire between them, and he moaned hungrily, fingers clenching at the waistband of the worn jeans hanging on Ty’s hips. He was torn between this scary tender side to their relationship that he was seeing more and more and the long-standing desire to tackle Ty to the carpet and fuck him senseless. “Ty,” he breathed.
    “Come on,” Ty urged softly. He tugged at him and started pulling him toward the bed.
    Zane’s gaze focused on Ty’s, which made his heart pound even harder. It was almost too much, letting himself think about what more this could mean: he wanted Ty, Ty wanted him, and… and to avoid thinking about it anymore, Zane took two long strides to catch Ty around the waist and claim another kiss.
    Ty pushed at the robe on Zane’s shoulders. The heavy material slid and caught on Zane’s elbows until he straightened his arms to let it fall to the floor, leaving him nude and aroused. Ty unfastened his jeans and pushed them down. As soon as they were undressed, Ty dug his fingers into Zane’s hips and shoved him toward the bed.
    Zane stumbled the two steps, and his knees hit the side of the round mattress, throwing him off balance enough that he had to catch himself with both hands to avoid a face-plant in the duvet. Ty took advantage of the precarious position by placing a hand in the center of Zane’s back and pushing slightly as he stepped up behind him. His other hand glided over Zane’s skin, up the side of his ribs and back down hard muscles.
    Zane could feel the head of Ty’s bare cock rubbing against him. He pushed back against Ty’s thighs, moving his ass to rub close as he arched and practically purred under Ty’s hands. Goddamn, it had been too long since he’d been fucked, and now he needed it.
    Ty gasped, following the sound with a low groan and a slow thrust of his hips against Zane. “You want it like this?” he asked roughly.
    “Yes!” Zane bit out.
    Ty ran his hands across the skin of Zane’s back again, his fingers tracing the line of the tattoo. “Stay,” he ordered in a low voice before moving away to the bedside table.
    Zane obeyed, mostly. He reached out and caught Ty’s arm. “Just the lube,” he said hoarsely. They’d already sort of talked about it. They were both tested with such regularity there was no question as to safety. And he wanted to have Ty inside him with nothing between them.
    Ty looked back at him. “You sure?” he asked seriously.
    Zane met his eyes and nodded. “Just you.”
    The sound Ty made in response was more of a growl than anything else. He whirled and began rummaging through the drawer where they had stowed their supplies. While listening to the bottle snap open, Zane pawed at the duvet and pulled it down until it crumpled in a pile against his chest. “Ty,” he said urgently, leaning his weight on one hand so he could stroke himself.
    “God!” Ty huffed incredulously. He moved back over in one long stride. “Be patient!” he ordered in exasperation as he reached around Zane and stilled his hand, kissing his back as he bent over him. His cock nudged at Zane as he moved.
    Zane growled low in his throat but let go of himself as he shuddered under Ty’s lips.
    “Patience,” Ty reminded as he shoved the duvet away and pressed Zane fully onto the mattress and down into the sheets.
    Zane let Ty move him around, wanting nothing more right now than to be under him. To have Ty want him. To have Ty show him how much he wanted him. Zane’s breaths broke as his knees spread, his cock brushing the sheets. Ty pushed him to his chest as he bit at Zane’s shoulder and slid one finger into him. Breath catching, Zane stilled as his chest rubbed the soft sheets and Ty seemed to attack him from two sides