Cut and Run 7 - Touch and Geaux

deeper.
    Zane would never enjoy anything more than Ty taking him from behind. His chest pressed into the mattress, Ty’s lips at his ear. The way Ty held him close, found his way into Zane’s very soul.
    Ty pulled Zane’s hips up, curling until he could reach to tease at Zane’s mouth with his tongue, trailing the taste of his cum along swollen lips. His hand slid over Zane’s shoulder, closing over his chest, hugging him close.
    There was nowhere to go, nowhere to run from the intimacy or the pleasure. And Zane didn’t mind one bit.
    When Ty moved again, it was a steady rolling of his hips, and he didn’t relinquish Zane’s mouth. More kisses, more intensity, faster rocking, harder thrusts . . . the thrill echoed through them as Ty held on tight. Zane managed to gasp out Ty’s name through the kiss, urging him on, begging him. Ty never sped up his motions, though, just continued to thrust in, rocking in time with Zane’s panting breaths.
    Finally, he buried his face against Zane’s shoulder and gasped, choking out Zane’s name. His body locked up and he shoved in deep, shaking all over but still rocking as he climaxed.
    Zane closed his eyes, drinking it in, sharing it with his lover. He shifted his hips and arched his back in an attempt to extend the pleasure.
    Ty sagged over him, struggling for air, but each time he got half a breath, his chest caught and an aftershock tore through him. Zane could feel it echoing through Ty to himself.
    After several long moments, Ty pulled out of him with a sound that was almost a sob and collapsed at his side.
    Zane lay where he was, unable to move even if he’d wanted to. He snaked a hand across the short distance between them and slid his fingers into Ty’s. Ty’s hand closed around his with a gentle squeeze.
    “I just need to be able to trust you, Ty,” he whispered.
    “You can. I swear you can. I’d die for you, Zane.”
    Zane’s heart was in his throat as he studied Ty’s profile. “I know.”

Ty had a handful of cartridges laid out in front of him, some the .40 caliber rounds for Zane’s Glock, and some the high-powered, armor-piercing monstrosities that loaded Liam’s sniper rifle. Ty wished they could have found less deadly ammunition, but this was all they had to work with.
    He had converted three of Zane’s shots to blanks, though having done it without the proper equipment they might still pack a little bit of a punch. He’d taken the bullet out, leaving nothing but the charge, and packed them with newspaper to seal the powder in the case.
    That wad of newspaper would come out like any other projectile, and the muzzle blast would still be powerful. It wouldn’t kill him, though.
    He was just finishing the round that Liam would be firing at him, creating a makeshift hollow-point that should expand and break up when it hit the resistance of the vest. He cut the hollow of the jacket to weaken it so it would expand like a flower on impact, rather than penetrate deeply. Without the vest, the sharp petals of the flower would slice through flesh two to three times the size of the original bullet.
    If Liam missed, it was going to be ugly.
    He lifted his head as Liam stepped into the room. The man looked around at their preparations, an eyebrow raised.
    He stopped in front of Digger and Owen. “What in God’s name is that?”
    “Ketchup. And some other stuff,” Digger answered. He and Owen had spent all morning filling quart bags with the concoction. “Barbecue sauce, Crisco. Chocolate powder and water.”
    Ty’s nose curled as the list went on. It sounded like something Digger would cook and serve at home.
    They put enough of the sauce in each bag to let them remain slim when sealed and flattened. Then they duct-taped the bags to the outside of the Kevlar vest.
    Liam picked up one of the bags and squished it. “Marines are disgusting.”
    “Hey,” Owen grunted.
    “I have to agree right now,” Nick said. He had a quart tub of Crisco and had been mixing it with diaper cream and chocolate powder to make face paint. The diaper cream had an especially unpleasant smell. “We’re putting this on our faces.”
    Liam shuddered and poked at the vest Ty would be wearing.
    “What about the back?”
    Digger shrugged. “We got no way of doing that without wiring Ty with some small explosives.”
    “Fuck no,” Ty said immediately.
    Liam snorted. “It’ll have to do.”
    The vest itself was white, made to look like a T-shirt beneath other