Cut and Run 5 - Armed and Dangerous

his hands over Ty’s ribs. “You bested him, though,” he murmured, dragging his arm around Ty’s waist and pulling their bodies flush.
    Ty pushed away and looked at him oddly again. He shook his head. “This isn’t a pissing contest, Zane. I just want to get rid of him as quick as we can. Guy makes me nervous.”
    “Yeah, I can tell,” Zane said.
    “You saying he doesn’t bother you?”
    “No. I’d put you up against him any day.” He dropped his chin, rubbing his bearded cheek against Ty’s.
    “Are you trying to start something out here?” Ty asked in a warm voice.
    “I wish,” Zane muttered, splaying his hand flat along Ty’s shoulder blades and rubbing the warm skin.
    Ty kissed his cheek and moved away. “Then cut it out. And shave that damn thing off in the morning, huh?”
    Zane huffed, but he allowed Ty to push him away. He wanted to be close, but they couldn’t get distracted. Muttering under his breath, he walked over to the desk and his papers.
    Ty went to the bathroom door and leaned against it, sliding to the floor with a soft groan. He was apparently intending to sit there the rest of the morning. After a roll of his eyes, Zane snatched up a pillow and flung it at him.
    A moment later, he heard Ty’s soft “Thanks, Zane.”

    J ULIAN was surprised when the two FBI agents left Cameron with him in the bathroom. But he knew what they were thinking, and on the surface it made sense. He tugged at the handcuffs and raised one hand toward Cameron.
    His lover climbed into the bathtub next to him and slid their hands together, lacing their fingers. “Have you been stuck like this all night?”
    “Well, I was sitting,” Julian answered, keeping his tone light. He slid the chain up the diagonal safety rail and spread his arms as wide as they would go, gesturing for Cameron to duck under. Cameron did, moving to stand in the circle of Julian’s arms and reaching up to slide his hands around Julian’s neck, tipping his head back to look up at him.
    “Aside from threatening you, how have they been treating you?” Julian asked.
    “Fine. Haven’t said a word to me, really. I was sleeping until I heard Ty yell at you.”
    “He’s just overly excitable.” Julian kissed him. It was hard to pull him closer with the safety bar restraining his arms like it was. “Are you going to give me my lecture?”
    “Do I need to?” Cameron asked, meeting his eyes.
    Julian sighed and looked over at the door. “If we make it to DC, we’ll never see each other again anyway.” He looked into Cameron’s eyes. “They’re using threats to you to keep me under control. But if I’m reading them correctly, Grady won’t hurt either of us unless we force him, and he won’t let Garrett hurt you. Nothing is a bigger threat than what they’re delivering us to.”
    “Will you tell me what’s going on?”
    Julian hesitated. He had spent most of their time together trying to shield Cameron from the worst of it. But now they were being dragged across the country, possibly to their deaths. Cameron deserved to know.
    “It’s the CIA, Cam.”
    “CIA? I thought Ty and Zane were FBI.”
    “I don’t know what they are. But it’s sure as hell not the FBI who wants to kill me.”
    Cameron’s arms tightened around Julian’s neck. “I won’t let them take you away from me if I can do anything to stop it.”
    “Just look intimidated and docile whenever they threaten you. Let them think it’s working.”
    “I don’t have to act,” Cameron murmured as he laid his cheek against Julian’s chest. “They are intimidating.”
    Julian snorted before he could stop himself. He cleared his throat to cover it. He leaned back and looked down at Cameron. “You’re not wearing anything sharp or pointy, by any chance, are you?”
    Cameron frowned and let his arms slide down. “Sharp or pointy? I don’t think so.” He looked down at himself. He didn’t wear jewelry—the only jewelry Julian had ever seen him wear was the Warrior’s Cross pendant Julian had given him when they’d first met. But that necklace was long gone.
    “Zippers? Shoelaces?” Julian asked as he looked down Cameron’s body. He wasn’t wearing shoes. And in reality, Julian couldn’t imagine that he could manage to pick the lock with a zipper pull. “Damn, that spring was so perfect,” he muttered in irritation.
    “You about got yourself shot. Zane was up out of that bed with that gun so fast, it scared me.”
    “I’m surprised