Cut and Run 4 - Divide and Conquer

spreading his hands and pressing them flat to
    slide them into the back of Ty‟s sweatpants. Ty‟s hand found its way
    into Zane‟s hair, one of Ty‟s favorite handles when he wanted Zane to
    stay where he put him. His tongue lapped at Zane‟s, the kiss forceful
    and overpowering as Zane felt Ty‟s muscles tense and flex against him.
    Feeling that remarkable, unbridled power against his body sent another
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    shudder of need through him, and he felt almost smothered by the heat
    of it.
    It was absolute heaven.
    “I meant to at least get us up the stairs,” Ty gasped with what was
    probably supposed to be sincerity as he used one hand to push at the
    sweatpants he wore.
    “Fuck me here,” Zane begged hoarsely.
    Ty‟s sigh came out harsh. He was obviously arrested by the idea
    for a brief moment because he stopped moving. Then he bit at Zane‟s
    lower lip, licking at it and delving into another breathless kiss. Zane
    could feel how hard Ty was as he rocked their hips together, could feel
    the arousal and need coursing through Ty‟s tense body, like every
    ounce of him was coiled.
    Zane wanted to feel that inside him so badly he could barely stay
    still. It was like this more and more often, feeling like he just
    couldn‟t breathe without Ty.
    Ty yanked his head away suddenly, as if he‟d just heard Zane‟s
    thoughts and was offended by them. “Get up,” he practically snarled.
    Zane gasped for breath and reached out for help. Ty was pushing
    himself up almost immediately, and he reached down to grip Zane‟s
    forearm and haul him to his feet. He pulled Zane to him and kissed him
    brutally as he used one hand to push Zane‟s pants down over his hips.
    Zane moaned happily against Ty‟s mouth as he toed out of his shoes
    and kicked his pants off while sliding a hand up to cup Ty‟s face to
    encourage him. He had the distant thought that he‟d done an awesome
    job of planning this for a Friday. He was going to be scratched, bruised,
    and whisker-burned tomorrow.
    Zane didn‟t give a shit. He tried to pull Ty closer as he gave under
    the onslaught of Ty‟s mouth.
    Ty pushed him back until Zane hit the countertop, and he didn‟t
    stop, levering Zane off his feet as he insinuated himself between Zane‟s
    legs. Zane let Ty maneuver him, more interested in groping all the
    overheated skin and keeping Ty touching him than personal safety. He
    trusted Ty to keep him from falling. He turned his head and chin,
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    angling for another kiss. He could feel his lips throbbing, already
    swollen from Ty‟s ravaging kisses. It was intense and consuming, and
    Zane was hard-pressed to even remember where they were until Ty
    swept one hand out on the counter next to them, knocking everything
    there to the floor in a clatter of knickknacks, junk mail, silverware, and
    sandwiches. He boosted Zane up to sit on the bar, and Zane wrapped
    his long legs around Ty‟s hips and shifted back on his elbows as Ty
    leaned over him. Ty seemed to have every intention of climbing onto
    the counter after him and fucking him senseless, but instead he jerked
    his head up suddenly from the trail of licks and bites he‟d been working
    on making down Zane‟s torso.
    “Do you hear that?” he asked as he cocked his head.
    “Huh?” Zane wasn‟t listening to a goddamn thing but the blood
    pounding in his ears and Ty‟s harsh breathing.
    Ty looked up at him with a frown, turning his head like a dog
    trying to hear a strange noise. Then it reached Zane‟s ears too. Distant
    laughing, growing louder and louder. Soon it became recognizable as
    the cackling of the Wicked Witch from The Wizard of Oz .
    “Fuck, what now?” Ty drew out as he looked toward the couch
    where he‟d tossed his phone.
    Zane closed his eyes as he let go of Ty, then reopened them to see
    the ceiling as he ran his hands through his hair in frustration. With a
    growl he thumped one fist on the countertop. “Dammit. Answer the
    damn thing so we can get back to this.”
    “You know who that is, right?” Ty asked breathlessly.
    Zane did. He‟d heard that ring plenty of times. It always got
    laughs in the office when Dan McCoy called Ty and the Wicked Witch
    let her evil laughter loose through the office. “It‟s like he knows when
    I‟m going to get laid,” Ty began to grumble as he worked at extricating
    himself from Zane‟s limbs.
    Zane stared at him for a few seconds as the fog of intense