Cut and Run 4 - Divide and Conquer

digging into the back of
    Zane‟s thigh.
    “C‟mon… fuck me,” Zane ordered against Ty‟s ear in between
    harsh breaths.
    “God,” Ty groaned, shuddering again and starting to slam into
    Zane mercilessly. Choking off a throaty cry, Zane curled around him as
    the thrusts reverberated through him, feeding the fire still crackling in
    him. Zane distantly heard the creak of the heavy bedframe.
    The shudder through Ty‟s body and the sounds escaping from his
    lips told Zane when Ty climaxed, and Zane held even tighter to his
    lover, chest still heaving. He knew already he‟d be feeling Ty for some
    time tomorrow. Just the thought made his cock twitch in a useless plea
    for more.
    Ty panted above him, hands digging into Zane‟s hips as he
    physically wavered. He started to pull out of Zane slowly, gasping at
    what had to be overstimulation, and he kissed Zane roughly as he did
    so. The mash of their lips and teeth was enough to draw another
    whimper from Zane. It was both pleasurable and painful. His low gasp
    grew into a long groan as Ty slid out, leaving behind an aching
    hollowness.
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    Ty crawled up Zane‟s body to kiss him again, slow and languid,
    before flopping over to his side with a groan to lie next to him, replete
    and sweaty. Left gasping, Zane squeezed his eyes shut, feeling like
    he‟d lost his mind while erratic jolts of sensation continued to shoot
    through him.
    “Why don‟t you go get us a towel, huh?” Ty teased in the
    darkness.
    Zane quietly shushed him, soaking in the aftermath of the major
    explosion. Damn . When had Ty last fucked him so well? He bit his lip
    and pressed his cheek against the sheet, relaxing that last little bit and
    just breathing. It still terrified him, the way Ty could make him feel, the
    way need could become utter desperation.
    “Hmph.” Ty moved, bouncing the mattress as he rolled away and
    flattened out in what had to be a sulk.
    The disgruntled sound made Zane smile. He sat up and scooted
    over, right up against Ty, hands on him to find him. Zane leaned over
    and kissed the corner of Ty‟s mouth.
    “Better,” Ty purred as he turned his head into it.
    Zane smiled wryly and leaned over again, this time pressing his
    lips to the very corner of Ty‟s eye, then nuzzling at his temple. With a
    sigh, he lay back down and rolled to his side, and Ty followed to wrap
    around him from behind like it was choreographed. If they stayed like
    that long enough, their bodies pressed together, the smell of sex
    permeating the sheets, Zane knew they‟d be fucking again.
    Not that he was complaining.
    But he heard Ty exhale contentedly, and in mere seconds Ty‟s
    breathing evened out, his body relaxed, and he fell asleep with Zane
    neatly folded up in his arms.
    Before drifting off himself, Zane lay there, consciously savoring
    the embrace and idly entertaining thoughts of how he was more than
    happy to be right there in Ty‟s arms, every night.

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    Chapter Eleven

    TY SAT and watched Nick and Digger argue over the dartboard, his
    chin held in his hand as he leaned on the table. He was smiling
    crookedly without caring he was doing it. This was the playbook they
    usually followed. Go out, start drinking in some nice, respectable dive,
    then get into a meaningless argument over something stupid that would
    create chaos and mayhem around them and eventually get them kicked
    out.
    Right now the debate was whether the tip of the dart had hit the
    green or the red. Of course the dart had been yanked out several
    minutes ago, so it was a pointless argument and both Digger and Nick
    knew it. They were both grinning as they called each other creative
    names and pointed their darts in each other‟s faces.
    Ty smiled wider as he watched them. The waitress brushed his
    shoulder and set a basket full of hot wings down on the table. He
    looked up at her and nodded. “Thank you,” he murmured.
    She smiled and put a hand on his shoulder. “You boys need
    anything else?” she asked, keeping her hand there as she moved behind
    him.
    Ty arched an eyebrow as he looked across the table at Owen and
    Kelly. They both answered the waitress with shakes of their heads and
    muttered “no, ma‟ams.” Ty shook his head as well and craned his neck
    to look up at her. “Thank you, darlin‟,” he said softly.
    “Any time, sweetie,” she answered, the flirtatious undertone to
    the words hard to miss. She smiled as she let her