Cut and Run 5 - Armed and Dangerous

couldn’t get away.
    With a groan, Zane started pulling at Ty’s T-shirt to get it over his head.
    “Don’t hurt it! It’s new,” Ty said with a grin as he lifted his arms for Zane to pull the shirt off. It hit the floor, and Zane’s hands splayed over Ty’s chest and ribs while he latched on to Ty’s neck. Ty moaned and let his head fall back, cursing when he banged it against the mirrored cabinet above the wet bar.
    Zane sank to his knees, tugging Ty off the counter, mouth still on Ty’s body, his beard leaving a trail of prickles. His hands slid into Ty’s jeans, and he pulled them down as he moved.
    “Zane,” Ty said, breathless as he looked down at Zane on his knees. He put his hand on Zane’s head and pulled at his overgrown curly hair.
    Zane dragged his tongue down the dark trail of hair along Ty’s abdomen before he tipped his head back to look up at Ty.
    “Is this a bad time to tell you that I hate that beard?” Ty asked.
    “You’ll deal with it,” Zane said, that spark returning to his almost-black eyes.
    Ty laughed, his hand tightening in Zane’s hair. Zane retaliated by dragging his cheek down Ty’s hip. Ty tugged at his hair harder. “Come back up here.”
    Zane stood in one fluid motion, reaching out to cup one hand over the back of Ty’s neck as he pulled him into a voracious kiss.
    Something inside Ty flipped over, and he dug his fingers into Zane with a grateful moan. Something about Zane’s touch felt different. There was more confidence in him, something more firm than just the muscles of his back that Ty was digging his fingers into. Something more certain.
    Zane pulled him closer and squeezed him tight, then reached down to slide his hands under Ty’s ass and lift him with a grunt. Ty wrapped around him so he wouldn’t fall, and Zane swung around and took the three steps to the bed before tossing Ty down to the mattress.
    Ty was still bouncing when Zane crawled over him to kiss him again. He remembered the first time they’d ever tried this: Zane had picked him up like that, in the bathroom of that damn Holiday Inn in New York City. If Ty told Zane that he enjoyed it, he’d be getting tossed around all the time. He’d probably end up with a broken arm or something. Or Zane would ruin his back.
    He let Zane take over, letting his lover’s touch brush away all the stress and worry of the last few months, letting himself forget everything he’d been holding onto, letting Zane wipe the slate clean for him. He tangled his hands in Zane’s hair and kissed him like it was their first time.
    When their mouths parted, both of them gasping for breath, Zane set his forehead against Ty’s and slid his hand through Ty’s mussed hair. His body was heavy against Ty’s, his heart racing, warmth and anticipation flowing between them.
    “This feels different,” Ty said, breathless.
    “Yes.” Zane shifted down to one elbow, laying all of his weight on Ty and pressing closer, nosing against Ty’s chin and cheek.
    Ty spread his legs wider, letting Zane settle between them. It had taken a few months, but he’d finally gotten comfortable with just how much he enjoyed having Zane top him. He’d taught himself quite a lot on that cruise ship job over Christmas.
    He reached up to slide his fingers into Zane’s hair, meeting Zane’s eyes and lifting his hips, making Zane’s breath catch.
    “Ty,” Zane drew out, a shudder coursing through him and into Ty. “You make me crazy wanting you.”
    “That’s the way I like you,” Ty said as he dragged his fingers up Zane’s back. “Come on, we have time.”
    Zane shifted and ground down against Ty’s thigh. “Good. I intend to make you as crazy as I am,” he said against Ty’s ear before pushing himself up and to his knees. “And I believe you invited me to work off a little aggravation.”
    “Less talky, Zane,” Ty said with a smirk he knew would get Zane even more riled.
    Zane gave him that narrow-eyed glare again and scooted back and off the bed. “Get those jeans off now if you want them to be wearable later,” he said as he stripped off the rest of his clothes.
    Ty did so without ever letting his gaze leave Zane, watching his lover disrobe with a shiver of anticipation. Then he spread himself out flat and stretched his arms above his head. He met Zane’s eyes, laying his body out to offer up control. If Zane deserved anything from him, it was enough trust to give him that.
    Zane growled low in his throat and