Cut and Run 6 - Stars and Stripes

made a mess of it.
    When Zane’s body finally gave in, he collapsed against Ty’s back and pressed his face against him, licking at the sweaty skin.
    Ty hummed, his hands still trapped between them like he really was restrained that way. He craned his neck for a kiss and Zane was more than happy to oblige: he took Ty’s hands in his, pinned them to the floor, then leaned over him for a languid kiss. Ty’s ass pushed against him as Ty contorted, his body asking for more.
    It didn’t happen often, but sometimes Ty sank into this submissive mindset, and Zane took advantage when he could. It shocked him how good Ty was at playing the submissive when he was so dominant at other times.
    Just the thought of Ty being in one of those moods had Zane wanting to fuck him all over again. Snugged up against Ty’s ass, surrounded by his own cum, didn’t hurt the urge either. Zane flexed his hips, wondering how long they could stay like this until he was ready to go again.
    “What’s gotten into you?” Zane asked, whispering in Ty’s ear.
    Ty gasped and shuddered beneath him. “Besides you?”
    Zane ran his hands over Ty’s hard muscles, the smell of sweat and sex and Old Spice helping to convince his body that it could indeed take Ty at least one more time tonight.
    “Besides me.”
    Ty grinned, rolling his hips to spur Zane along. “Must be the Stetson.”

“I wonder where Dad went.”
    “Probably got tired of the horse smell,” Ty grumbled. He was watching Zane work from his perch on the edge of one of the stalls, his feet dangling. Zane was having a hard time keeping his eyes off him.
    He’d missed the routine of the ranch, and he was enjoying getting his hands dirty again. Brushing down the horses certainly beat loitering inside under Beverly’s watchful eye until Mark arrived.
    “Uncomfortable?” Zane asked, smirking.
    Ty darted a glance at the horse Zane was brushing. “They keep . . . looking at me.”
    Zane looked at Ty for a long moment, trying not to laugh. “Looking at you,” he managed to say.
    Ty gave the horse a wave. “Look at him! It’s like he knows something.”
    Zane snickered, and the horse mimicked him with a whicker, which just made Zane laugh harder.
    “That shit’s not funny, Zane.”
    “Agree to disagree,” Zane crooned.
    “Hello the barn!” The call echoed from somewhere behind them.
    Ty perked up like a hunting dog on a new scent, and Zane straightened from brushing the horse and peered down the barn’s center aisle. “In here!”
    A lean man in a cowboy hat was walking toward them. The sun shone into the barn behind him, turning him into a faceless silhouette.
    Ty tensed and looked over his shoulder to watch the man approach. He was always on edge in unfamiliar territory.
    “Hey, I’m looking for—” The man stopped several feet away, where his face came into view. “Z? Damn, I thought you were your daddy.”
    Zane stepped toward the stall door. “Mark. Been a while.”
    Mark Masterson pulled off his hat. His blond hair underneath was shorn almost into a crew cut, and his goatee was neatly trimmed. He gave Zane a hug and then stepped back, blue eyes shining. Zane waited, apprehensive. Mark wasn’t exactly an open-minded individual, though he was a decent enough guy. Annie hadn’t been certain how he’d take the news that Zane was involved with a man, but they’d decided to tell him up front and let the chips fall where they may.
    “Annie, uh . . . told me about what I missed at dinner.”
    Zane straightened, squaring his shoulders.
    Mark turned his head to look Ty up and down. Ty stared at him, unmoving, until Mark met Zane’s eyes and nodded. “I’m just glad to see you happy again, Z. We were worried for a long while it wouldn’t happen.”
    Zane exhaled the breath he’d been holding. “Thanks.”
    Mark looked at Ty and nodded, offering his hand. “Mark Masterson.”
    Ty shook with his left hand, still wary.
    “Ty, this is Annie’s husband. Mark, this is my partner, Ty Grady.”
    Ty looked Mark up and down. Zane had seen him do it many times, but he always enjoyed watching Ty’s gears turn. “Semper fi,” he said to Mark with a small smile.
    Zane’s brow jumped. “How’d you know he was a Marine?” he blurted.
    Ty grinned enigmatically at him, and Mark laughed. “You wouldn’t understand, Z,” Mark said. He nodded at Ty again. “Welcome to Carter Garrett Ranch, Ty Grady.”
    “Thanks.”
    “Are you the Ty Grady? From Camp