Cut and Run 4 - Divide and Conquer

the narrow living room and
    tiny dining area beside the stairs to the kitchen bar, where he dropped
    his burdens. Hot food on the counter, bag next to it by the wall, suit
    jacket on the back of a chair, keys in a pocket. Wondering idly who Ty
    was talking to, Zane moved around the bar into the kitchen to pull
    plates and glasses out of the cabinet.
    He heard Ty‟s heavy footsteps on the stairs behind him. Not a
    good sign. The only time he could ever hear Ty moving was when Ty
    sulked and threw his weight around. Otherwise, Ty was scarily silent.
    “No, that‟ll be just fine,” Ty was saying as he came down the
    stairs, his voice a slightly more professional one than he normally
    utilized on the phone. “Thank you, sir, we‟ll be in touch,” he said
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    quickly. Then he snapped his phone shut as he reached the bottom step.
    He spread his arms wide and gave Zane an incredulous look. “What, no
    blinking neon sex sign to alert the neighbors? Incriminating videos to
    send to my mother?”
    Zane glanced at him sideways as he pulled toasted deli
    sandwiches and sides out of the bag. “You‟ve gotten caught doing a
    hell of a lot worse than getting a text message in a meeting,” he
    answered mildly.
    “I‟ll have to stop calling you Lone Star out loud,” Ty grumbled as
    he tossed his phone over his shoulder into the living room. It landed on
    the couch with a single bounce. “What‟s for dinner?”
    Zane didn‟t try to hide his smile. Ty sulking could be pretty
    entertaining if you didn‟t let him lay a guilt trip on you. “Italian subs. I
    promised you salami.”
    “Are they hot?” Ty asked as he rounded the counter and came up
    to stand beside Zane, pulling the bag of food toward him.
    “Yes, dear,” Zane placated. “I had them double wrap them in
    foil.”
    Ty reached out sideways, throwing his arm against Zane‟s chest
    and grabbing him by the shirt front. He shoved him backward until
    Zane hit the refrigerator, then held him pinned there with his forearm as
    a dozen or so glass bottles within the refrigerator clanked together
    noisily.
    “So they‟ll stay warm for a while,” Ty said, close enough to Zane
    that his words were breaths against Zane‟s lips.
    For a wild few seconds, Zane could hardly believe he‟d let Ty
    catch him off guard. Then he caught Ty‟s familiar scent and the heat of
    his skin, and the lust that had simmered since the showers that morning
    started perking toward a boil. “Yeah,” he whispered, pulse thrumming
    as he set his hands at Ty‟s hips.
    The pressure of Ty‟s arm lessened as he moved his hand across
    Zane‟s chest, sliding his palm instead against the side of Zane‟s neck
    and gripping him tightly as he kissed him.
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    It was easy to sag against Ty to try to get closer. Zane wanted
    those kisses, and he wanted Ty to manhandle him. As incredibly
    seductive as Ty had been during the undercover case that had ended a
    couple of weeks ago, playing at being an outwardly docile trophy
    husband on a cruise ship and taking a devoted ride on the submissive
    side, Zane couldn‟t help but crave having Ty take control. It was
    fucking hot, and Ty did it so well. He moaned into Ty‟s mouth just
    thinking about it.
    This was why he‟d needled Ty all afternoon. It worked almost
    every time: get Ty just a little annoyed with him and plant a few
    suggestive comments to give him an outlet.
    Ty was still kissing him when he reached up to pull at the knot of
    Zane‟s tie. “I can‟t believe you didn‟t even crack a smile,” he mumbled
    against Zane‟s lips. “Babooms, man. That shit‟s funny.”
    Zane let out a breathless laugh. “Years of practice,” he muttered
    as he chased Ty‟s lips with his own.
    Ty roughly yanked the tie off, tossing it over his shoulder, then
    reached for Zane‟s dress shirt. “You‟ve been practicing the wrong
    things,” he growled as he pulled hard. Zane heard material rip, and
    several buttons went flying. Ty didn‟t seem to care. And it just made
    Zane‟s pants fit tighter.
    “What should I be practicing?” he goaded as he leaned to nip at
    Ty‟s earlobe.
    Ty shoved him back against the appliance, and the contents
    rocked inside it again. Something toppled over and clattered.
    Then Ty yanked him forward again, into the narrow kitchen. He
    hooked his foot behind Zane‟s leg and practically tackled him, sending
    them both to the floor. Ty used his weight to pin Zane