Cut and Run 6 - Stars and Stripes

violence of the coupling, his climax spun out slow and scorching, and it left him dizzy, almost staggering as it went on and on. He could feel the cum slipping out of Ty, dripping down his cock, and yet it continued.
    Ty reached back and clutched Zane’s hip, and Zane dragged his teeth against Ty’s shoulder, still thrusting, still coming. Ty rested his head against the door, panting. Zane leaned forward and pressed his forehead to Ty’s shoulder as he gasped for breath, moaning as he pulled out of his lover.
    “Jesus fucking Christ,” Ty gasped, so low that it probably wasn’t meant for Zane’s ears.
    Zane huffed a short laugh and wrapped his arms around Ty from behind, hugging him close. “Love you,” he whispered against Ty’s ear.
    Ty laughed, nodding as his body relaxed. Zane smiled and nuzzled his cheek, kissing him. The gentle caress was a wild contrast, especially since his pulse was still thundering.
    Ty turned his head, grinning as he tried to catch his breath. “Certain parts of me are going to cramp if you don’t let me go.”
    Zane grunted. He released Ty and stepped back, then glanced around the room and grabbed a roll of paper towels off a shelf.
    Ty leaned against the door, watching Zane from under lowered brows and smirking. After wiping off, Zane offered Ty the roll and smirked right back.
    “You know I have to ask.”
    Zane finished tucking himself in and zipping up. Instead of answering right away, he leaned over and picked up the Stetson, dusted it off, and placed it back on Ty’s head. “Ask?”
    “I mean . . . what the hell?” Ty laughed. “What brought this on?”
    Zane sighed in satisfaction, stepped close, and kissed Ty soundly. “Must be the Old Spice.”
    Ty smiled, his gaze softening “I love you too,” he said. “Now let me pull my pants up, huh? You can’t wear a hat with your junk hanging out.”
    Zane laughed raucously. “They’re probably wondering where we are.”
    Ty pulled his jeans up and buckled his belt. His eyes crossed as he looked up at the brim of the Stetson. “There’s no cum on this hat, is there?” he asked, deadpan.
    “No.” Zane unlocked the door, then paused and gave Ty a smug look. “You look like you’ve been totally fucked over.”
    Ty rolled his eyes and peered down at himself, fixing the buttons of his shirt and smoothing his hands over the material. Zane chuckled as he opened the door just a bit to check the hallway. And flinched in surprise. Annie was leaning against the wall opposite the closet door, arms crossed, waiting in line for the bathroom. She looked up when the door opened, and her expression swiftly morphed into an evil smile.
    “Aw, hell,” Zane muttered.
    He felt Ty move, ducking behind the door.
    “Well, that explains your disappearance,” Annie said. Her lips compressed like she was trying not to laugh. “Is this what they mean when they talk about coming out of the closet?”
    Zane glared at her, and she gave up and laughed.
    “God, she’s as bad with the puns as you are,” Ty said from behind the door.
    Zane pulled it the rest of the way open, still glaring at her. “You’re just all kinds of clever, aren’t you?”
    Ty pointed at Zane as he looked at Annie. “His fault.”
    Annie raised one eyebrow at Zane. All he could do was shrug. She grinned again and turned her gaze on Ty.
    Ty brushed past Zane, a hand on Zane’s lower back as he did so. He tipped his hat to Annie and stepped out into the hall. “I’m too sober for this conversation,” he said, and turned with the clear intention of making a quick escape. But Zane saw it coming, and caught Ty by the waistband of his jeans.
    “Oh no, you don’t.”
    Ty swiped at Zane’s hand, trying to free himself. Zane and Annie both laughed as Ty turned in a complete circle, grunting as he finally managed to make Zane let go of his jeans. He straightened his shirt again and squared his shoulders, as if he could salvage some dignity.
    Annie grinned as the line moved and she took a few steps away. “Looks like you got out of singing for your ride.”
    Ty cursed under his breath, blushing even in the garish neon light.
    Zane chuckled. “She’s right. I think you paid for your ride, doll.”
    “You know, you’d probably get laid more often if you didn’t call me a whore so much.”
    “Stop your bitching,” Zane said. He waved a hand toward the end of the hall. “I’ll buy you a fresh beer.”
    Ty grumbled and made his way down the hall toward the