Cut and Run 4 - Divide and Conquer

back of
    Zane‟s neck, pressing his hips against him. Zane could tell from the
    way Ty touched him, the way he couldn‟t quite keep still, that if Nick
    hadn‟t been in the house, they would already be fucking.
    Awareness and arousal ripped through Zane like lightning. It was
    a toss-up whether they‟d be able to do it quietly, especially with Ty
    drunk.
    Ty made a frustrated grumbling sound, obviously thinking along
    the same lines. “Give him a few minutes to go to sleep,” he told Zane.
    His hand slid down Zane‟s body, strong fingers gripping Zane‟s hip to
    pull him back against him.
    Zane closed his eyes and smiled, reaching to take Ty‟s hand in
    his. “You saying your Recon buddy upstairs sleeps like a baby?”
    Ty pushed himself up on one elbow, his knee sliding up Zane‟s
    inner thigh. Zane could feel Ty hardening against him, and his own
    body responded accordingly. It was wild having sex with Ty when all
    his senses were working. But when he had to rely on the others to make
    up for what he couldn‟t see, Zane found that he responded faster than
    usual. Especially smell: the heady cachets of forbidden beer, forsaken
    cigarettes, and Old Spice, natural earthy musk layered just underneath
    that, they all combined with the scent of sweat on Ty‟s skin, and every
    time Zane caught a whiff, it went right to his gut.
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    Ty shifted away and pushed Zane onto his back before moving to
    cover him, muscles tensed and fingers dragging over Zane‟s skin. The
    sound of Ty‟s breathing, slow and careful, filled Zane‟s ears.
    Zane exhaled carefully. Fuck , how he wanted Ty right now. He
    wondered distantly if he‟d ever get enough of him.
    Ty‟s hands moved to cup his face. “Shh,” he requested quietly.
    Then he lowered his head and licked at Zane‟s lips. Zane hummed a
    negative and parted his lips, inviting a kiss as he nipped at Ty‟s tongue.
    Ty propped himself up on his elbows and ran his fingers over Zane‟s
    hair, holding his head still as he kissed Zane hungrily. The moan deep
    in Zane‟s throat surprised him.
    “Am I going to have to gag you?” Ty asked in a gruff voice as he
    began kissing down the line of Zane‟s jaw.
    “I‟ll be quieter than the bed,” Zane murmured, pointing to the
    headboard against the wall. He almost laughed as he suddenly
    remembered the last time they‟d done something like this—in Ty‟s
    childhood bedroom at his parents‟ home in Bluefield, West Virginia.
    Ty began making his way down Zane‟s body instead of
    commenting, kissing and nipping at sensitive parts. Zane stiffened for a
    moment, wishing he could see. Damn , he loved to watch Ty do this! Ty
    pushed his sweats down, fighting against the sheets and the mattress to
    do it. Zane instinctively moved his hands to slide them into Ty‟s short
    hair as he breathed, “Oh fuck….”
    Ty hummed cheekily, kissing at Zane‟s hip as he slid his hands
    under the backs of Zane‟s thighs. Zane laughed weakly and shivered all
    over just thinking about what was coming. Without a word of warning,
    Ty ducked his head and took Zane‟s cock into his mouth, running his
    tongue around the head and sucking.
    Zane hissed, hips snapping up toward the wet heat of Ty‟s mouth.
    His fingers clenched in Ty‟s hair for a moment until he made himself
    relax. When Ty started sucking, Zane actually whimpered. Ty hummed
    again in response to the pitiful sounds.
    Zane didn‟t necessarily enjoy sex with Ty more when Ty was
    drunk, but it definitely changed the game. Ty was looser, more apt to
    be rough and manhandle him, more likely to do things to Zane that
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    Zane would have to Google to know what to call them. He couldn‟t
    form enough coherent thought to even think about objecting to this
    tonight, with company in the house.
    Ty hummed again, rising up onto his hands and knees and
    tugging Zane further down the bed in an animal display of
    possessiveness. Zane scrabbled a little on the sheets—the first pull of
    Ty‟s hands sent a blast of pure hot desire through him.
    Zane swallowed, breaths already coming fast. He had no idea
    what to anticipate from his lover, and he realized the uncertainty was
    fueling the fire. Great, another kink he didn‟t need.
    But damn, he wanted this. Even better, Ty wanted this, wanted
    him, even blind, and the unadulterated joy Zane derived from that
    thought was overwhelming. He reached up to cup Ty‟s cheek,