Cut and Run 6 - Stars and Stripes

Zane was about to do something stupid. Zane could hardly believe he was considering this, but he figured they’d done worse.
    He gave Ty a grin, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him into the utility closet. Ty flailed but didn’t make a sound as Zane yanked him, and as soon as the door shut, he grunted in surprise and annoyance. With their eyes not yet adjusted, it was impossible for them to see each other. Zane groped for the lock, and turned it with a muffled click.
    “What the hell, man?” Ty asked as he found Zane’s shoulder with his fingers.
    Zane chuckled, found the light switch and flipped it, illuminating a single, bare, low-wattage bulb above them. “I needed a break.”
    “In the broom closet?” Ty leaned against the door and met Zane’s eyes, smiling and shaking his head.
    Zane moved in close, placing a palm flat on the door on each side of Ty’s shoulders, caging him in. “A little more private than a bathroom stall.”
    Ty raised his head, making his hat hit the door and slide up away from his eyes. “ That kind of break,” he said, a hint of playful sarcasm to his words. “It’s the hat, isn’t it? Just can’t help yourself.”
    “The hat just makes it worse,” Zane growled. He pressed his body to Ty’s, touching from chest to knee.
    “Want me to take it off?”
    Zane had had enough teasing, and he decided to shut Ty up in the only way that ever consistently worked: he leaned in to capture Ty’s full lips in a voracious kiss.
    Ty’s arms snaked around him, fingers digging at Zane’s shoulders. He hummed against the kiss, and when Zane pulled back, Ty panted, “I’ve been wanting you to do that all night.”
    Zane dragged his hands down Ty’s sides. “I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”
    Ty arched, fingers gliding under Zane’s belt at the small of his back. “Do it again,” he said with a nod of encouragement and a lopsided grin.
    “Bossy,” Zane teased, but he did lower his head to indulge in another hard kiss.
    Ty’s hands found their way under his shirt, yanking at it to untuck it and slide his warm hands up Zane’s back. “We’ve really got to stop doing this out in public,” Ty mumbled, sounding insincere as he continued to work Zane’s shirt loose and drag his hands against Zane’s bare skin.
    Zane abandoned the thin pretext of just making out and shifted to straddle Ty’s thigh. He bit at Ty’s neck as he ground against him hard, thumping Ty back against the door. “You look so fucking hot tonight,” he growled.
    Ty laughed breathlessly. Zane could feel Ty’s heart hammering, his pulse picking up. Ty’s quiet, furtive breaths against Zane’s skin were intoxicating and heady. Zane pulled Ty’s shirt from his waistband before reaching for Ty’s belt buckle, all the while licking at Ty’s lips and kissing him again, hard and messy. He didn’t bother to swallow the soft groans he might normally have worried about someone overhearing. The music was so loud in the bar that someone could stand right at the door to this closet and not hear a peep.
    “Fuck, Zane,” Ty gasped, sounding both exasperated and turned on. He grasped at Zane’s belt, at his sides, his shoulders, anywhere he could touch. But he seemed content to let Zane have his way. And right now, Zane was of a mind to have it hard and fast.
    He slid his hand under Ty’s briefs to squeeze Ty’s cock. “I should make you get on your knees,” he whispered, lips moving against Ty’s ear. Ty shuddered against him, obviously liking the idea. “Then again, maybe I’ll just fuck you right up against this door.”
    Ty huffed out a breath and bit his lip against a smile. “That could probably be arranged.” Lord knew they’d both had a number of back-room encounters like this in their lives. Just never with each other.
    Zane’s reply came out a rumble as he claimed another kiss. He pushed Ty’s jeans and briefs down to his thighs, groping as he went. He knew Ty was humoring him—about the locale if nothing else—and he planned to enjoy it to the hilt. Literally. He pulled one hand away and reached into his back pocket, where he’d stashed a single-use packet of lubricant when he’d changed clothes.
    Ty burst out laughing when he saw it. “Is that a travel pack of lube? I didn’t even know they made those.”
    Zane grinned. “Where the hell have you been buying your lube?”
    “You’ve been buying it, Zane.”
    Zane slapped Ty’s hip just hard enough to sting. “You hold