Cut and Run 5 - Armed and Dangerous

he’s not accustomed to Grady shouting at random for no reason. They sleep with their weapons? That’s good to know. If one of them is going to try to kill me, it will be Garrett. But no worries,” he said as he pulled Cameron as close as he could. “We’ll get out of this.”
    Cameron leaned against him again, tucking his head under Julian’s chin. “It’s a good thing you’re such a good liar.”
    “I’m not certain whether that’s a compliment or an insult.”
    “Me either,” Cameron said before tipping his head back again and kissing Julian’s chin.
    Julian grinned. “I love you, you know.”
    Cameron gave him a tremulous smile. “I know. I love you too.” He went up on tiptoe to kiss Julian fervently.
    Julian had to bend to indulge in the kiss since he couldn’t pull Cameron closer. He smiled against Cameron’s lips. “We’ve never tried this with handcuffs,” he said in a suggestive, teasing voice.
    Cameron laughed. “Interesting idea. You can’t pick me up, flip me over, or hold me down.” He opened his eyes, and they sparkled mischievously.
    “That’s what you think.”
    The arched eyebrow Cameron gave him in reply was a clear dare, and Cameron’s hands sliding down his chest to his belt buckle even more so.
    Julian’s smile was predatory as he stepped closer and pushed Cameron against the shower wall. He gasped and looked down between them. “My belt!” he hissed.
    “What?” Cameron asked, plucking at it.
    “They left it on me,” Julian told him with a grin.
    “So, that means I can put it in your mouth for you to bite on in a couple minutes?”
    That got Julian’s attention, and he looked back up with a grin. “Do you care if we make noise and they know what we’re doing?”
    A blush crept up Cameron’s cheeks. “It’s not going to make a difference in what they do with us, right?” His fingers manipulated Julian’s belt buckle as he looked up into Julian’s eyes.
    “Probably not.”
    “Is this really stupid?” Cameron licked his lips as he unbuttoned Julian’s pants.
    “The only thing stupid in this room is sitting outside our door,” Julian said, raising his voice just enough.
    “Blow me, Cross,” came Ty’s disembodied voice from outside the door.

    T Y PRESSED his shoulders against the door to stretch his sore muscles, and he let his bare feet slide on the carpet until his legs were splayed in front of him. He sat there without any compunction about looking dejected in the dark.
    Once he heard the unmistakable sounds coming from within the bathroom, he grunted in annoyance and rolled to his hands and knees to get off the floor.
    “What the hell do they think this is, some stupidass romantic comedy?” he growled to Zane. He called through the door, “I have a gun and I like to use it!”
    “That’s only going to egg Cross on.”
    “I don’t care,” Ty mumbled as he walked toward the two beds. “He reminds me of you. Parts of him, anyway.”
    Zane looked up from the papers. The soft glow of the table lamp cast odd shadows, making his face appear gaunt. “Of me? How? Besides Cameron’s ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ line.”
    “I mean he’s outwardly stoic and fun to poke. Reminds me of when we first met.”
    Zane smiled and leaned back in his chair. “Much better than what you said about me back then.”
    Ty moved closer and sat on the edge of the bed near Zane, looking at him with nothing but affection. He was close enough to smell Zane’s deodorant and the underlying scents of his shampoo and sweat, and combined with the trademark smells of a hotel room, it stirred all sorts of memories and emotions.
    “You ever think about that first week?” he asked with a fond smile.
    “Some parts of it, yeah,” Zane said, edging up one shoulder as he spun the chair so he faced Ty, their knees bumping. “Usually when you’re being particularly frustrating.” He tipped his head to one side as his eyes raked Ty up and down. “Or particularly desirable.”
    Ty leaned forward. “Those couple of days in that hotel room with you,” he said, voice low and intimate, “every time I looked at you I got butterflies. I couldn’t decide if it was a good feeling or if I hated you for it.”
    Zane chuckled. “Oh, I was damn sure you hated me. And it was certainly reciprocated.”
    “Did you really hate me?” Ty asked, not necessarily offended, but curious.
    “To immense proportions,” Zane said with a nod, but then he rolled his eyes. “Didn’t