Cut and Run 6 - Stars and Stripes

just how funny it struck him. Ty’s fingers were on his skin, sliding his boxers to his thighs, and it warmed every inch of Zane’s body as he gazed into Ty’s eyes.
    “I was just musing over how perfect you are for me.”
    Ty’s lips twitched into a smile. He didn’t appear to have anything clever to say. His rough hand dragged across Zane’s chest and he began backing toward the door where he’d left his bags earlier in the day.
    Zane followed him, kicking out of the remainder of his clothes. It was rare that Ty had nothing to say, no witty rejoinder, no snappy remark. It intrigued Zane, his body tingling with growing anticipation. The last time Ty had pulled the silent game was before they’d left for the cruise ship last Christmas, when Ty had wanted to practice being a mind-blowingly sexy submissive. Zane’s cock jumped at the mere memory of that evening.
    He watched Ty saunter across the room, taking his fill of Ty’s naked body, tempted to sit on the couch and touch himself to see what Ty would do. He would much rather Ty be the one touching, though.
    Ty rummaged through his bag, no doubt searching for lube. Zane took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He loved that the prospect of having sex with Ty could still make his stomach flutter like a schoolboy’s and his body react like a man twenty years younger.
    When Ty stood up, he had a bottle in hand. But instead of coming toward Zane, he stuck his bare foot into the cowboy hat on the ground and kicked it into the air. He caught it with his good hand and turned a mischievous grin on Zane. He didn’t say anything, merely held the hat out as if displaying it. Then he flipped it and turned it around his hand, rolled it up his arm, and set it on his head with a flourish.
    Zane grinned from ear to ear, not sure whether to be impressed or turned on. He was both, at this point.
    He took a step back, letting his heel hit the couch behind him. He sank down onto it, slouching and spreading his legs wide as he wrapped long fingers around his cock. Ty was advancing on him, and that crooked grin from beneath the brim of that cowboy hat should have been illegal in most states.
    The hat, the compass rose pendant, and the grin were the only things Ty wore now. Zane’s breath came in shallow bursts as Ty climbed into his lap.
    “Ty,” he whispered as he looked up into his partner’s eyes.
    “You told me if I ever came to Texas you’d teach me how to ride,” Ty drawled. The low gravel of his seductive voice never failed to hit all of Zane’s happy places.
    “I did.”
    Ty kissed him, long and hard, forced to turn his head so the brim of his hat wouldn’t interfere. Zane tried to push his hips up, but Ty wasn’t sitting in his lap; he was hovering, the muscles of his thighs straining. Zane grabbed them and squeezed, enjoying the feel of Ty’s hard muscles at work. Ty’s hand was on him, slathering him in lube, squeezing and pulling, teasing. Zane moaned, close to blissful as Ty handled him.
    He pulled Ty closer by his thighs, forcing his body to contort until he could no longer manage the kiss, and Ty’s cock brushed Zane’s chest as Ty arched his back and sighed. Zane scanned up his body, eyes following the smooth lines of hard muscles, a six-pack he had once licked whipped cream from, and the edge of Ty’s jaw as he tilted his head back.
    He was, without a doubt, the most beautiful thing Zane had ever laid eyes on.
    Ty looked down at him, his eyes in shadow. Zane hadn’t expected to find the hat sexy, but the way Ty looked in it and nothing else was indescribably so.
    Ty didn’t say a word. He just shifted, his hard cock brushing Zane’s chest, his hips moving under Zane’s hands, his muscles flexing.
    “Ty,” Zane groaned as his lover turned in his lap. He slid his hands over Ty’s ass, squeezing hard and spreading him apart with his thumbs as he massaged the muscles with his fingers. He kept his hands there as Ty straddled his lap backward and lowered himself; Zane flexed his hips, guiding him down, trying to help.
    Ty didn’t just lower himself, though. He rolled his hips and arched his back, rubbing his ass against the head of Zane’s cock but always missing the entry, making a show of it. He flexed his shoulders, twisting from side to side so that Zane had to work hard to force him down.
    Zane found himself both turned on and frustrated by the teasing lap dance.
    “Jackass,” he said through gritted teeth.
    Ty laughed.
    Zane