Cut & Run 05 - Armed & Dangerous (23 page)

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Authors: Abigail Roux

Tags: #Gay, #Mystery & Detective, #General, #Romance, #Suspense, #Fiction

Z ANE squeezed his eyes shut as he waited for Ty to say something, but Ty smiled slowly and took a step toward him. “You totally just outed us to the criminals,” he said as he pointed a finger at Zane.

“You make me insane, do you know that?” Zane blurted again with a wave of one hand. “Do you do it on purpose just to see me lose it?”

“Sometimes,” Ty said with a smirk.
Zane sighed in utter frustration.
Ty bit his lip, watching his lover just because he could. He firmly

believed that being able to rile Zane like he could was one of the aspects of their relationship that had saved Zane from tumbling back into his destructive past. Every now and then, Zane just needed to feel like he was alive. Everyone should be able to feel that. And if annoying him to the point of homicide was what it took, Ty was up to the challenge.

“What brought this on?” he asked after Zane was silent for a time. Zane shook his head, his eyes drifting to the door of the room. Ty gaped at him and pointed at the door. “From the criminals?” Zane snorted, caught Ty’s hand, and kissed his fingers.

“Apparently some ‘criminals’ have better sense than I do.” “You’re modeling your love life on that of a trained assassin,” Ty
laid out in disbelief. “I swear to God, if he pulled some Jedi mind trick
on you and they’re off escaping right now, I will put a bullet in his Irish
ass!”
Zane laughed, the sound almost desperate as he swiped a hand
over his face. “Well, now what do we do?” he asked, dejected. They
had gone months without breaking their cover in front of anyone. It had
almost been a source of pride for them. Just another undercover
assignment.
Ty shook his head, looking at Zane again as unusual warmth
began to spread through him. “I don’t care if they know. I don’t care if
anyone knows anymore.”
Zane looked at him sharply. “You don’t mean that.”
Ty shrugged. They both knew what their options would be if their
relationship was discovered at work. It had nothing to do with them
being gay and everything to do with the FBI’s unofficial policy on
fraternizing. “I think we take our chances when we get home.” “What?”
“They’d just reassign us partners within the work group. We’d
still be working together. You’d end up with Freddy, they’d probably
put me with Scott. It wouldn’t be too bad. We could actually… you
could get rid of your crappy apartment and we could live together.” Zane stared at him, his dark eyes taking on an almost molten
appearance. Ty’s breath caught in his throat as he tried and failed to
continue speaking. Deuce had asked him once what it was about Zane that had first drawn him in. He’d been a broken man, an addict who was hopelessly lost in the past, drifting through life alone with little
purpose and even less faith that it could get better.
Anyone with any sense would have steered clear. But from the
first moment Ty had really looked into Zane’s eyes, he’d seen behind
them, into the man Zane was capable of being. He’d seen a phoenix
waiting to rise from the ashes, and he still did. Every time he looked
into Zane, he saw something extraordinary.
Zane shook his head, his breaths coming harder as they stared at
each other. “What if you live with me and you change your mind?” “Zane,” Ty said in frustration. He held up one hand. “In the time
you’ve been with me, have I
ever
changed my mind after deciding
something? Even when we both knew I was wrong?”
Zane smiled weakly and shook his head.
“I love you,” Ty said, the quiet words devoid of any selfconsciousness or his usual bravado. “And I’ve never been able to say
that before with such conviction. I can’t remember a time that you
weren’t the first thing I thought of, and I want to spend the rest of my
life with you. I don’t care what stands in our way.”
Zane’s breath hitched, and he reached out for Ty. He caught Ty’s
face gently between his hands and kissed him, drawing it out until
finally releasing his lips to run his nose along Ty’s cheek. Ty closed his
eyes, feeling the calm that Zane’s touch always instilled in him sweep
over him. He pushed his nose against Zane’s as he slid his fingers into
his hair. If he and Zane had any say in the workings of fate, Zane would
be the last person he ever touched like this.
Zane let out a shaky breath and whispered. “Will you… will you
make love to me?”
Ty chuckled and took Zane’s face in his hands to kiss him.
“Baby,” he started, a thousand things going through his mind to say,
every one of them a typical smartass Grady remark. He looked into
Zane’s sincere eyes and his smile softened. Zane’s occasional purple
prose was all part of his charm. Sometimes Ty even let him slide
without poking fun at him. “I’d like that.”
Zane grinned and gave him another gentle kiss, lapping at his lips
to get Ty to part them. His hands settled atop Ty’s shoulders before
sliding down his chest, catching on the soft material of Ty’s T-shirt,
and around his torso to hug him close. Ty gave him a gentle tug, trying
to get him to swing around and lie back with him on one of the antique
double beds. Zane pulled back from their kiss and pulled off his
Henley, tossing it to the floor, before reaching to slide his hands under
Ty’s T-shirt to strip it off him. There were two soft thuds on the
carpet—Zane toeing off his shoes—then he shifted onto the mattress,
pulling up his legs as he lay on his side alongside Ty.
“Baby,” Ty whispered against Zane’s lips. He had never felt this
sort of heat and longing for another person. He didn’t know how Zane
did it, but Ty knew that there would never be anyone else for him. He
wanted Zane to feel that too, to have that assurance both physically and
emotionally. He would do whatever he had to do to make sure that
Zane knew he was his.
He slid his hand into Zane’s hair, gripping the curls at the base of
his neck and using them to pull Zane’s head back, just to be able to kiss
him harder. Zane’s lips were soft and gave under his as he drove the
kiss. They lay wrapped around one another, and when he shifted more,
Zane broke off the kiss with a gasp and rocked their groins together
despite the layers of thin cloth between them. The look in Zane’s eyes
told Ty that he was on the right path. Zane’s reply was lost between
Ty’s lips, but he dragged his legs apart so Ty could settle between
them.
Ty groaned as Zane wrapped around him. He broke the kiss and
pushed himself up, bracing himself with one hand as he used the other
to tug at Zane’s undershirt. “Get these off,” he snarled.
Zane didn’t hesitate. He pulled the shirt off as Ty pawed at it, and
started unfastening his pants, hurrying to arch his back and start
shoving them down over his hips along with his briefs. Ty had to crawl
backward to let him get them off, and he pushed his own jeans and
boxers down his thighs and got rid of them before he knelt between
Zane’s legs.
“Come here,” Zane invited, holding out one arm to pull Ty back
close against his warm skin.
Ty took his hand and kissed his fingers, then his palm, then his
wrist. He tugged at Zane’s hand, trying to get him to sit up instead.
Zane did, sucking in a breath and sitting up without pulling his hand
away, and it put him right in the circle of Ty’s arms. Ty slid his fingers
between Zane’s as he kissed him. He had to lean over him to get closer,
raising himself up on his knees. Zane spread his legs wider, propping
up his knees and moving his feet out as Ty moved closer to him. A new
wave of possessiveness and desire swept through Ty as he looked down
at his lover. He ran his hand through Zane’s hair, gripping the curls
again to yank his head back and kiss him.
It only took a few seconds for him to tighten his grip and force
Zane back down to the mattress. He used Zane’s body to pull himself
up and closer, settling between Zane’s legs, pushing his hips against
Zane’s inner thighs, rubbing his hard cock against Zane’s with a groan.
Zane exhaled harshly as he shifted his legs further apart, making room
for Ty as he slid both hands over Ty’s shoulders and down his back and
all over what skin he could reach. Not gripping or pinching or
squeezing, just touching. He was murmuring too, desperate words that
sounded like
I love you
.
Ty’s hand went to the back of Zane’s thigh, pulling at it to settle
Zane’s raised leg against his hip. He kissed him languidly, taking care
to slide his lips and tongue against Zane’s, wanting to give them both
the chance to taste and feel each other before they lost all self-control.
He rocked his hips almost unconsciously, rubbing their groins together
as they kissed. Zane sighed against his lips as he followed Ty’s lead
and relaxed under him.
“I’ve wanted this,” Zane said, breathless.
“You’ve had this, Zane,” Ty said as he took a brief moment to
push up and adjust his position.
“Not this,” Zane argued. “We haven’t had this.”
Ty brushed his nose against Zane’s, nodding in understanding.
“We have it now.”
He settled lower between Zane’s legs, the head of his cock
pushing against Zane’s ass. He pulled at Zane’s thigh again as he laid
himself out over him and dove into another, more demanding kiss. Zane curled his arms around Ty even as he shifted under the weight,
trying to create friction between them.
Ty groaned appreciatively, his hand sliding up Zane’s leg to grip
and pull at his hip. “Lube in my bag or yours?” he asked breathlessly,
cursing himself for not thinking of that a little earlier in the process of
making them both almost painfully aroused.
“Both?” Zane answered with a soft laugh. As he spoke, his hand
smoothed down his belly toward his erect cock.
Ty reached to stop him, knowing that if Zane started touching
himself, they’d never make it to the lubricant. And he desperately
wanted to be inside Zane tonight. He pulled Zane’s hand up and held it
down against the mattress.
“Two seconds,” he said as he rose and looked down at Zane
hungrily. “Don’t start without me.”
He caught the wicked smile before Zane hid it. Ty rolled
backward and crawled to the end of the bed, leaning over to grab his
bag and pull out the leather toiletry bag he carried with him. “Want you in me, baby,” Zane said from behind him. Ty grunted and tossed the bag to the head of the bed as he
crawled back up between Zane’s legs. He let his hands slide over
Zane’s body, fingers digging into the hard ridges of muscle and soaking
up the warmth of his skin, and Zane lifted up into his touch. Ty bowed
his head to kiss at Zane’s stomach, sliding his hand up to his chest and
following its path until he was back where he’d started, between Zane’s
spread legs and kissing him. Zane moaned and hooked his calf over the
back of Ty’s thigh, his hand settling on Ty’s waist for leverage as he
tipped his hips up into Ty’s.
Ty growled and pushed himself up, muttering as he reached for
the bag and fumbled inside it. Zane gave another obscenely sexy moan
as he continued to rub their bodies together, moving his hand to the
other side of Ty’s waist. Ty finally pushed the bag over and toppled all
the contents out, finding what he needed from the pile and then using
his forearm to sweep everything else off the double bed to the carpeted
floor.
Zane laughed at his haste, but the heat and desire in his eyes were
still shining.
Ty pushed up, looking at Zane and rolling his hips down as he
watched their bodies moving together. “Fuck, Zane,” he hissed as he
bent down to nip at Zane’s lips.
Zane nodded as he licked along Ty’s full bottom lip. “Want me to
turn over?”
“No,” Ty growled. He leaned on his elbow, using his other hand
to slide between them and down Zane’s body. “I want you right here,”
he told Zane, stealing one last sloppy kiss before pushing back to his
knees.
Zane’s hands dragged down Ty’s body as Ty moved. Ty ran one
hand along the inside of Zane’s thigh, unable to keep himself from
touching. He enjoyed the play of muscle under soft skin, the occasional
imperfection of a scar under his fingertips, the way Zane tensed and
writhed beneath his hands. He became distracted by the drag of his
fingertips against Zane’s thigh. Zane quivered under him as he
caressed. He was extra sensitive there, right at the juncture of his thigh
and hip, not quite ticklish, and it was one of Ty’s favorite places to
touch and grip and dig his fingers into when they fucked. Ty ducked his
head to kiss the spot he’d been stroking. Zane groaned and his eyes fell
closed as he tipped his head back, and his hands closed into fists in the
sheets.
Ty grabbed the back of his thigh hard and folded Zane’s leg up as
he leaned over him, bending just enough to kiss the inside of his knee.
He reached for the little bottle of lubricant and pressed it into Zane’s
hand. Then he sat back and let his hand slide under Zane’s other knee,
his fingers gently stroking the very top of his calf, enjoying the sight of
Zane’s legs splayed around his hips.
Zane blinked his eyes open to look at Ty as he lifted the bottle
and shook it a couple times before popping the top open. “What do you
want?” he asked as he squeezed some of the lube onto his fingers. “Make sure you’re ready,” Ty murmured. His hand moved up
Zane’s leg, not tugging or pulling, merely skimming over it until he
reached his hip. “This is going to take a while.”
Zane swallowed hard and reached for Ty, long fingers closing
around his cock. Ty jutted his hips out, pushing into Zane’s hand as he
watched. Zane took his sweet time, spreading the slick lubricant all
over, palming the head, dragging his fingers against Ty’s balls. Ty
reached to slide his fingers along Zane’s, not guiding him, just enjoying
the stroke of his hand.
“Ty,” Zane whispered, desperate and needy.
Ty moved both their hands and pushed up to his knees, wrapping
one arm around Zane’s leg to lift it again as he pushed Zane flat to his
back. Zane reached for Ty with one hand, palm brushing against his
bicep, fingers glancing off his shoulder; his other hand curled around
his own shin to pull it closer to his chest.
Ty didn’t have to ask him if he was ready. That touch to his
shoulder told him everything he needed to know. He kissed him, taking
his time with it, enjoying the last moments of anticipation before he
reached between them and guided himself into Zane. He rocked in
place until the slick head of his cock slipped past the muscles that
fought him; then he gave one languorous push.
Zane gasped out, his hand uselessly grasping for Ty’s hip. Ty lowered his head and let out a harsh sigh, resting his nose
against Zane’s chin as he flexed his hips and pushed deeper into him.
The shift of Zane’s body under him, the arch of Zane’s back, the
shortness of his breath, it all combined to keep him shuddering as Ty
filled him up. His exhaled breath was warm against Ty’s cheek as Zane
started to moan.
Ty lifted his head and kissed him hungrily, sliding his fingers into
Zane’s hair and merely rocking his hips, wanting to make this last as
long as possible. Zane calmed under him, joining in the rocking motion
as their tongues slid together, and he wrapped his arms around Ty’s
neck to hold him close. It was slow and sensual, nothing but their
gasping breaths and the wet slide of their kisses.
Zane lifted his knee higher, gasping when it pulled Ty deeper. Ty

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