Cut and Run 7 - Touch and Geaux

been. He couldn’t wait to get Zane alone and finish what they’d started back in Baltimore.
    Nick had booked them all into the Bourbon Orleans, making a point of giving Ty and Zane their own room for the weekend. The rooms weren’t together, so they said good night to the Recon boys in the elevator at the third floor, and then rode up two more to their own room.
    “It was nice of him to do this,” Zane said. He was working the key card to the room as Ty leaned against the wall beside the door.
    “More like self-preservation. Nobody wanted to share a room with us.”
    Zane glanced at him with a smirk. “How drunk are you?”
    Ty bit his lip against a smile. He reached out for Zane, hooking him by his belt to pull him closer, and Zane left the key in the door and reached for Ty’s hips with both hands. He pressed Ty hard against the wall as they shared a languorous kiss. Ty was ever conscious of the taste of liquor on his tongue, but he supposed the cigarette taste in Zane’s mouth would combat it.
    Zane broke away and opened the door, shoving Ty in ahead of him. Ty chuckled as he entered the room.
    Zane gave him a smack on the ass, then shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it at the chair in the corner as he headed for the balcony doors to peer at the view. Ty hung back, enjoying the roll of Zane’s shoulders and the way his long body leaned to the left without him realizing it. Ty had decided it was a cowboy lean, something he’d never actually noticed until after he’d seen Zane in Texas over the summer. It probably had more to do with the gunshot he’d taken to his thigh than anything, but something about it hit Ty the right way.
    “Ty.”
    “Huh?
    “You didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?”
    Ty looked into Zane’s eyes and began to smile, shaking his head. Zane huffed.
    “What did you say?”
    “I was talking about how odd it is that we keep stumbling over these murders. It’s like someone has it out for us.”
    “Ugh, Zane, don’t think too hard about it.”
    “Fine. I’m too tired to shower and too dirty to go to bed,” Zane said. He was stripping off the rest of his clothing, tossing them toward the chair.
    “That’s the beauty of a hotel.”
    Zane narrowed his eyes, looking Ty up and down. “You coming to bed?”
    Ty nodded, but he made no move to undress. “Will you tell me a story?”
    “A story? What are you, five?”
    Ty grinned. He began pulling at his buttons. “Tell me about the guy in Miami.”
    Zane snorted. He reached to help Ty out of his shirt. “Why? Does it turn you on to hear about my past conquests?”
    “A little, yeah,” Ty admitted.
    Zane arched an eyebrow. “Really?” He tossed Ty’s shirt away and pulled him closer. “Take that shower with me first?”
    Ty nudged his nose against Zane’s cheek, grinning.

    It didn’t take much to convince Ty to shuck his clothing and climb into the shower with Zane. They went about it slowly as they let the water heat up, standing in the middle of the bathroom and kissing. Zane could see them in the mirror over Ty’s shoulder. He watched his hands drag across Ty’s skin, leaving red streaks behind that soon disappeared. He watched the muscles of Ty’s back slide, the biceps with the bulldog on it flex.
    He grabbed Ty’s arm and dragged his teeth over the tattoo. “This might be my favorite part of you.”
    Ty turned his head to press a kiss to Zane’s chin. “Why?”
    “It’s who you are.” He kissed Ty again, holding him tighter. “It’s you in meta form.”
    “Zane.” Ty’s voice was harsh in his ear. “Don’t speak geek to me when you’re naked. It shatters the illusion.”
    Zane laughed and grabbed Ty’s ass, squeezing hard enough to force Ty to stand on the tips of his toes. He dragged him into the bathtub, kissing him messily as the water beat down on them both.
    “I like seeing you with your team,” Zane said against Ty’s cheek.
    “Really?”
    “It’s kind of hot.”
    Zane inhaled through his nose as he was thoroughly kissed, and he slid his arms around Ty’s waist to pull his lover against his body.
    When Ty ended the kiss and pressed his nose to Zane’s cheek, his fingers were digging in harder, giving him an almost desperate edge.
    “Sometimes I wonder who I’d be if it weren’t for them,” Ty said, his voice a whisper that barely rose above the sound of the water.
    Zane swallowed hard. He’d played that game, and all too often it resembled Russian roulette. What