Cut and Run 6 - Stars and Stripes

still,” he instructed, and in one smooth motion, he went down on his knees and sucked Ty’s cock between his lips.
    He heard Ty’s head bang against the door behind him. The hat dropped at his side, either tossed to the ground or knocked off. Ty’s hand tangled in Zane’s hair, and he pushed his hips forward.
    The times Zane had done this, he’d been slow and careful and thorough. Tonight he sucked hard and fast and messy, taking Ty in over and over.
    “Fuck, Zane!” Ty gritted out. He tugged at Zane’s hair, and his hips pushed away from the door, thrusting into Zane’s mouth without the care he usually took.
    Zane managed to take a balancing hand off Ty long enough to tear open the lube packet and squeeze some out, and then he reached around Ty to slide the tip of his finger inside him and rub as he kept sucking. He was burning up inside; all he wanted was to hear Ty yell as he fucked him wild.
    “Christ, you were serious,” Ty stuttered. He turned his shoulder, as if struggling to remain motionless and let Zane do what he was doing.
    Zane pulled his mouth free and wrapped his fingers around Ty to pump his cock. “Fuck, yeah, I’m serious,” he growled, pushing the tip of his thumb into Ty.
    Ty groaned wantonly, arching his back away from the door. Zane felt the steady beat of the music in the floor and the walls, heard the commotion of people just on the other side of the flimsy wooden door. None of it mattered. He pushed his thumb as far as it would go and shuttled it in and out as he licked around the head of Ty’s cock. He focused on Ty’s face, watching the pleasure there, letting it fan his own desire.
    “Baby,” Ty gasped, closing his eyes as his hand tightened painfully in Zane’s hair. His entire body was taut, just one breath away from snapping. And Zane knew that voice. If he didn’t want it down his throat, he had to stop right now.
    He thought twice about it, wondering what it would be like, if it would turn him on half as much as he thought it would. He’d almost convinced himself to try it once or twice, chickening out at the last moment and letting Ty come on his lips or his chin instead, which had been hot enough on its own.
    He didn’t want to risk losing his nerve again and getting come all over his shirt, though.
    So he lurched to his feet and turned Ty around, thumping his chest against the door. He used the rest of the lube on himself, letting his cock push against Ty’s ass as he stroked himself. He was so hard and hot, even the warm air in this little closet felt cool to him, and he wasted no time widening his stance and shoving into Ty.
    Ty cried out, splayed his fingers against the door, and threw his head back, resting it on Zane’s shoulder. He shouted again, almost like he was in pain, as Zane pushed past those tight muscles, then turned his head into a desperate kiss and Zane bit at his lip and shoved his cock in harder.
    Zane grunted and started to thrust as their mouths bumped and slid. He could feel the scrape of his jeans on his inner thighs, taste the beer on Ty’s tongue, hear women laughing outside the door. It all just heightened the sensations of fucking the hottest man in the bar in a messy back-room encounter.
    Ty felt so fucking incredible against him. Zane dragged his hands up and down tight muscles and slammed Ty against the door again. Ty had to stand on his tiptoes as Zane fucked him.
    Zane growled and gave himself over to the hunger, dropping any pretense of self-control. Ty was keeping up a litany of curses, and the occasional gasp tore from him with Zane’s more brutal thrusts. He pushed against the door for leverage, back into Zane, grinding their bodies together and making it more violent and messy than it already was.
    “Come on,” Zane taunted with a sharp thrust. He dug his fingers into Ty’s hips, trying for any small bit of control he could get. “Paint the door for me, and you’ll be feeling my cum drip out of you the rest of the night.”
    Ty growled back, moving one hand between himself and the door. Zane could imagine what that hand was doing, and it made his groin cramp. Then Ty’s head was on his shoulder again, and Ty was crying out his name as his body tightened and pulsed around Zane’s cock.
    Zane hunched over, grabbing Ty’s ass and spreading him apart as he fucked him brutally for five or six thrusts, nailing him to the door. He let out a long moan, and his hips stuttered as he began to come.
    For all the frantic