Cut and Run 4 - Divide and Conquer

quite
    evenly.
    “No?” Ty asked innocently. Finally, that flash of mischief
    appeared in his eyes. True to form, he was enjoying these last moments
    of Zane‟s torture for revenge. He forgave easily, but he didn‟t exactly
    forget. “I just cleared my whole day, Garrett. What do you want to talk
    about?”
    Zane knew he was being needled. “Baby,” he pleaded.
    “Oh, you‟re pitiful. Fine,” Ty muttered, rolling his eyes as he
    made his way around the counter. “Let me go find some pants,” he
    said. He patted Zane‟s hip on the way to the stairs.
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    Zane followed close behind, reaching out to pluck at the towel as
    they climbed the stairs. “You don‟t need pants,” Zane said, starting to
    smile. “In fact, you don‟t even need this.”
    Ty turned to look down at him, standing naked on the steps,
    unruffled. He raised one eyebrow, obviously trying not to smile. “Is
    that so?”
    “That is so,” Zane acknowledged, stopping and smoothing his
    palm over Ty‟s ass before patting it and nodding up the stairs.
    Ty huffed at him stubbornly. “Fine. I‟m sick of weird furniture
    imprints on my ass, anyway,” he said with a crooked, impish smile. He
    turned and headed up the steps as he spoke. “There are still people who
    would like very much to kill us, you know. And co-workers randomly
    dropping by to make sure we‟re alive.”
    Zane shook his head as he followed Ty. “Right now all I care
    about is you.”
    Ty stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to look down at him.
    He stayed there until Zane was just a step below him. “You should try
    saying that more often.”
    Zane looked up to meet his eyes seriously. “I will.”
    Ty reached out to tug on his hair, then turned and headed for the
    bedroom. Zane took that as approval of what he‟d said and smiled, then
    followed right behind him, not stopping until he stood on the threshold.
    Leaning there, he watched the lithe flow of his lover‟s body as Ty
    yanked the curtains on the balcony doors closed and then turned to
    Zane in the dimmed room, wearing that smile of his again. Zane
    figured it could either bode well for him… or very well for him. With a
    smirk of his own, he knelt and started unlacing one of his boots.
    Ty moved around the bed, messing with the covers, digging into
    the bedside drawer. He certainly didn‟t have any clothes to get rid of,
    and Zane caught himself watching instead of unlacing. He jerked one
    boot off and tossed it aside, then switched knees and started on the
    other. Maybe he‟d wear his cross-trainers and start driving the truck a
    little more, once he got it back, instead of riding the Valkyrie and
    wearing boots. He knew Ty would approve. Zane glanced up, and Ty
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    raised an eyebrow at him. He was standing beside the bed, waiting
    patiently. So patiently, in fact, that it was almost suspicious.
    Distracted by watching him, Zane slowed as he pulled off the
    other boot and let it thump to the carpet. “What?”
    Ty shook his head. “Just waiting for you, Christmas.”
    Instead of getting up, Zane waved Ty over. “C‟mere.” The bed
    was handy—Ty could sit and be somewhat in one place, and Zane was
    on his knees and would be able to touch and watch all he wanted. If Ty
    cooperated.
    Ty moved to stand in front of him and ran one hand into Zane‟s
    hair affectionately. Zane smiled and reached up to slide his hands
    around the backs of Ty‟s thighs. “You watched over me for over a
    week. Why don‟t you let me pay attention to you for a while?”
    Ty cocked his head and looked down at Zane in bemusement. “I
    was imagining less talking and more being tackled to the bed when we
    came up here,” he said wryly as he twirled a lock of Zane‟s hair around
    his finger. “What‟d you have in mind?”
    Zane decided he‟d rather show than tell. Still grasping Ty‟s legs,
    he leaned forward and licked a long swath up Ty‟s inner thigh,
    dragging his tongue along the side of Ty‟s cock to the soft skin in the
    crease of his leg.
    Ty‟s hand tightened in his hair, and he made a soft whuffing
    sound as his body tensed. Encouraged, Zane dropped his head and
    repeated the movement on the other side, this time angling further
    between Ty‟s legs and nosing against him gently. He heard Ty catch his
    breath, and it helped bolster the nerves fluttering in his stomach. This
    was the first time he‟d ever attempted this. When Ty‟s hand