Chapter Twelve

Cameron looked up at Julian as they rode the elevator in the Gettysburg Hotel up to the third floor. "Do you think this man you used to know is still here?"

"I'd like to think so. If he's not, he's dead and that would distress me a little," Julian answered, deadpan.

"Did you know him well? He was a friend?" Cameron asked.

"More an acquaintance. A coworker." Julian glanced sideways at Cameron and smiled. "He retired of his own volition. That doesn't happen often to people I know."

Cameron rolled his eyes and smiled as the elevator doors opened. "I imagine not, though I like to dream."

"You talk when you dream," Julian said in a low voice, fighting hard to keep the smile out of his voice. He took Cameron's elbow and let his fingers drift down his lover's arm as they stepped out of the elevator. Ty and Zane had let them go alone to scout the area. Julian knew they were testing him to see if they could trust him, and he also knew that Ty hadn't made it out of that brawl as easy as he was leading them to believe. He was hurt, and Zane had sequestered him in the hotel room as soon as they'd arrived.

"We have a room to ourselves tonight," Julian murmured to Cameron with a smirk. "I'm quite looking forward to it."

"Ty and Zane will still be next door," Cameron said, but his smile didn't fade. If anything, it grew wider.

"Like I care at this point." Julian allowed himself to grin as they came to the door of the first room. He gave Cameron a wink as he rapped his knuckles on the door three times.

"You never cared," Cameron murmured with a laugh. "About what they think, anyway."

"I maintain they're both idiots," Julian muttered, albeit more fondly than he would have a day ago.

The door opened. "I heard that," Zane said as he stepped back to let them in the room.

"I know." Julian waved for Cameron to go in first, then followed with a smirk at Zane as he passed.

Zane shut the door behind them a little harder than strictly necessary, and he stalked past them to thump down in the chair at the desk. His face was set in a deep frown as he glared at Ty, who sat sprawled in a wingback chair near the bed, bottle of water in hand. He'd been bitching about the lack of Dr Pepper for a few days now. He was apparently going through some sort of caffeine withdrawal, and he refused to drink Coke or Pepsi or even Red Bull. They were going to have to force something caffeinated down his throat soon or he was going to kill them all.

Julian raised one eyebrow at Zane but didn't comment on his crankiness. The room was thick with tension that almost buzzed between the two FBI agents.

"What'd you find out?" Ty demanded of Julian.

"Well, dinner is quite pricey in the tavern downstairs, there's a ghost walk that begins at eight o'clock a few blocks away, and the young lady at the front desk is unnaturally friendly. I believe her to be a clone of some sort."

Ty pinched the bridge of his nose, as if desperately trying to keep himself from shooting Julian where he stood.

Cameron thumped Julian's arm. "You're not helping."

"That's all we found out," Julian said with a shrug. "There's a great deal of construction in town. And it's been a while since I've been here, so it will take me some time to orient myself. I'm afraid I was confounded when I arrived at Nestor's shop to find that it was no longer Nestor's shop. He's moved location, and while I did find the new building and leave him a message, it will be morning before we hear anything from him."

"Morning. Great," Ty said as he stood.

"We could all do with a night to sleep," Zane said.

"I'm antsy, Zane."

"You're high on exhaustion and Cheetos."

"One walk around the block isn't going to kill any of us."

"We don't know who's looking for us out there."

"Am I allowed to interject an opinion yet?" Julian asked with a frown.

"No. Shut up," Ty snapped.

"We need more information and more sleep before going back out. You can't just run around blind," Zane stated, his voice dropping into an angry growl.

"You're one to bitch at me about running blind," Ty muttered as he sat back down with a thump.

"Ty, put on your big girl panties and stop bitching, okay?" Zane growled, sitting up straighter. Julian noticed one of his hands clutching in and out of a fist. "There's no way in hell you're leaving this room tonight."

"Guys—" Cameron started. Julian reached out to touch Cameron's shoulder and stop him. He'd seen discussions like this in his line of work, and they sometimes ended bloody. With these two it seemed prudent to stay out of the argument.

"No way in hell?" Ty repeated incredulously. "What are you now, the stroll police?"

"We wait for Cross's contact and at least wait until dark to go wandering around," Zane said with finality. "And that's still a bad idea."

Julian cleared his throat. "Really, we won't hear from him until morning. Until then..." Julian shrugged and trailed off as he tried to gauge the tension between the two men. Zane's back was ramrod stiff as he sat unmoving, and he hadn't taken his eyes off Ty. Ty was the exact opposite, antsy and agitated, appearing to be moving even as he sat relatively still.

Cameron shifted closer to Julian, taking his elbow as he waited for the ensuing fight.

"I hate it when mother and father fight," Julian said under his breath.

"Shut up," Ty snapped at him, then turned on Zane, who stood to meet him. "Sit down, take a bubble bath or something. I need to take a walk."

"Goddamn it!" Zane lashed out without warning and hit the water bottle, sending it skidding across the carpet and splattering at Julian's feet. "I'm gonna end up in the fucking madhouse because of you!" He reached out and grabbed Ty's wrist, pulling him closer. "Loving you is going to make me fucking insane! I said no, and I mean it!"

Ty froze. Julian could only see half his face, but he appeared to be staring at Zane, mouth hanging open.

Julian realized he was doing the same thing. After several heartbeats, Zane closed his eyes and exhaled.

"I'm sorry. Did you say ‘loving' him?" Julian blurted incredulously. He pointed at Ty. "Him? You and him?"

"Julian..." Cameron tugged on his arm, trying to get him to leave the room, and Julian went along as he continued to gape at them.

Ty and Zane just stood there, frozen; Zane with his head bowed, Ty staring at him.

"I did not see that coming," Julian said to Cameron under his breath.

"Good to know you can still be surprised," Cameron whispered. "Now come on."

Julian nodded and turned with Cameron, glancing back at their companions. "We'll just be... somewhere else," he told them as he reached for the door.

There was no answer as Julian closed the door behind them.

"Wow," Cameron said quietly.

"Indeed," Julian murmured. He looked at Cameron speculatively, not sure how to parse the information they'd just been privy to and not certain what to do now that they had an entire night to themselves.

Cameron looked back at the door. There wasn't any sound coming through it. "Come on. Let's go downstairs."

"And drink," Julian added, nodding. He smiled suddenly, giving Cameron a sly sideways glance. "Or. We could just turn in for the night. In our own room."

"Which is next door, and you'll be tempted to eavesdrop," Cameron said, waving at the room down the hall. "Compromise," he said, looking up to meet Julian's eyes with an answering smile. "Drink, then room. Just... give them a little time."

Julian gave an exaggerated roll of his eyes as he slipped his arm around Cameron's shoulders. "You're an insufferable romantic, you know that?"

"And you love me for it."

"I do." He glanced back at the door. "I wonder if they'll be done in time to realize joining that ghost tour is the best way to reconnoiter?"

"You're an insufferable predator," Cameron said, tongue-in-cheek.

"And you love me for it."

"I do."

Zane 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 and rolled his eyes.

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 as he met. 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 self-consciousness 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 lay 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—because 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.

His hand slid 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 up 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.

He 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, 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 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 removed 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 groaned, unable to continue merely rocking his hips any longer. His hand left Zane's hair to slide up the back of his leg instead, fingers digging in as he pulled back and thrust in.

Zane shivered under him and choked on a low cry of Ty's name. "Please, baby, you gotta... move. Harder."

Ty kissed him again, tightening his hold simply because he could. He continued the slow, even thrusts, enjoying the slide of their bodies rather than trying to reach the end too soon. Zane's fingers tightened on Ty's arms, but Ty stayed steady. The tension released and Zane resorted to making needy noises in his throat and rolling his hips to meet each thrust.

Ty truly didn't think they'd ever done this. They'd intended to several times, but neither of them had the strength of will to go slowly when the other was begging for harder and faster.

He pulled Zane's leg up further as his thrusts got longer, but he managed to maintain the sensual speed, driving into Zane deep and pulling out slow so he could feel Zane's muscles squeezing and pulling at him. He relished the slide every time he pulled back, and every time he pushed back in it sent hot waves of pleasure and desire through him.

"Fuck, Zane," Ty found himself whispering breathlessly as he pressed his face against Zane's neck.

Their bodies rocked with the languid rhythm. Zane's answer was a pleased hum.

Ty raised his head and searched out Zane's mouth. He picked up the rhythm, matching it with his tongue against Zane's. Zane's hum turned into a fully audible moan, and he started to move under Ty, rubbing against him all over as they kissed, rolling his hips and sliding his cock against Ty's belly.

Ty groaned against Zane's lips. He indulged in the kiss for a few more seconds before pushing himself up with both hands. Fucking Zane when he was really into it was a little like riding a mechanical bull. It was best to restrain him or Ty would end up on the floor.

He gripped Zane's hips, pulling back and tugging Zane with him. His hips rested on Ty's spread thighs, his legs splayed on either side of Ty's hips. Ty let his hands roam over Zane's taut body as he rocked into him.

"Oh Christ, yes," Zane whispered. His back arched and Ty dragged his fingers up Zane's belly.

He reached for the still-open lubricant with one hand and pulled himself almost entirely out, letting the head of his cock spread Zane's muscles wide. He held Zane's hip with the other hand and quickly poured a liberal amount on his own cock and on Zane, pushing slowly into him as he did it.

"Oh God, you're gonna fuck me totally insane, aren't you?" Zane asked, plaintive and breathless.

Ty tossed the bottle aside and nodded. "That's how I like you," he said, his voice tight and gruff. He took Zane's hips and pulled him closer, shoving into him hard as he settled him in his lap.

Zane's answer started as a huff then rose into a higher yelp and gasp. "Please," he drew out, his voice heavy with arousal. It matched the pleasure written all over him.

Ty dug his fingers into the backs of Zane's thighs, dragging them down to his knees to wrap Zane's legs around him. Then he reached for Zane's slick cock, gripping it and spreading the lube he'd poured on him with several slow pulls.

"Yes," Zane hissed as he lifted his hips to push himself into Ty's hand.

Ty closed his eyes and groaned loudly, letting Zane's movement do the work as he jacked him. He could hear Zane's labored, rough breathing, and the rustle of the sheets as they moved. Zane's legs were tight around him, and then he felt the light brush of fingertips down his chest to his belly. He opened his eyes with difficulty, looking down at Zane's hand as it grazed him. He was distracted by the sight of his own cock pushing into Zane's ass, by his fingers wrapped around Zane, stroking him. His grip on Zane's hip tightened as he looked up to meet Zane's eyes.

They were glazed and nearly black as they focused on him.

Zane kept moving his hand, gently stroking Ty's flushed skin. He said Ty's name softly, even reverently.

Ty moved, bending over him again to roughly kiss him. He snapped his hips as he moved, and he continued the sharp thrusts as he made the kiss hard and messy. Zane bucked under him, trying to get more, his slippery cock sliding along the firm muscles of Ty's abs. He finally growled, gripped Ty's ass, and pulled him down hard. The movement sank Ty's cock deep into him, their bodies slapping together. Zane's cry of pleasure was muffled by Ty's mouth.

Ty broke the kiss with a gasp and thrust in hard again several times just to watch Zane's face display all sorts of emotion Zane was usually really good at hiding: pleasure, arousal, urgency, even a little desperation in his furrowed brow, tightly closed eyes, and abused lower lip, teeth still sunk into it.

Ty slowed the pace again, bending to kiss at Zane's lips. "I love you," he whispered, the words more a breath against Zane's lips than spoken.

Zane exhaled in a stutter and opened his eyes to look at Ty. He lifted his hand to trail his fingers over Ty's lips and cheekbone. Then he spoke, his words charged with emotion. "Love you too."

Ty kissed him gently again, then pushed himself back, rolling his hips to work his way in deeper. He pulled at Zane's hips and seated him once again in his lap.

He took Zane in hand again, stroking him faster this time as he picked up the speed of his own thrusts.

Zane's hands hit the mattress before settling on Ty's knees, gripping him. "Insane now..." he said, panting. His breathing sped up as he quivered under Ty and his hips were moving constantly, moving Ty inside him.

"Come on, baby," Ty urged in a breathless whisper.

Zane gritted his teeth as he stared at his lover, and Ty watched his eyes go unfocused as his breathing stopped and he stiffened. His cock pulsed in Ty's hand. Zane convulsed in a series of inarticulate moans, evidence of his orgasm spurting over Ty's fingers. Ty watched hungrily as he continued to stroke him, fighting hard against the urge to pound into him through his orgasm.

He groaned, though, gasping Zane's name as Zane's body pulsed around him. With each stroke, his fingers and Zane's stomach were covered and Zane's moans grew louder.

Ty swore. "Next time I'll be sucking you off instead of watching it hit your belly," he growled, earning a desperate, plaintive groan from his lover in response.

Ty took mercy on him and brought his hand to a stop. He ran both hands all over Zane's body, smearing his come over him as he stared down at his face. Dragging across his inner thighs and gripping his hips, then up his sides to squeeze his waist and pull him closer before running palms down to slide under his hips and lift him to pull him back fully into Ty's lap.

Zane opened his eyes as he tried to catch his breath, but with every touch, Ty could see Zane's overstimulated skin prickle with sensation, and the inhale broke off. "Baby," Zane whispered. "Don't stop."

Ty shook his head. He gripped Zane hard and rolled his hips, moving inside him with a slow groan. He ran his hands over the insides of Zane's thighs, looking down to watch himself pull almost completely out. He pushed at the backs of Zane's legs, forcing his knees up more toward his chest. Ty was still kneeling when he began to thrust his hips forward, head down and biting his lip as he watched the shaft slide in and out of Zane's tight ass. He loved to watch that.

"You are so fucking gorgeous like this," Zane rasped, one hand moving to cover Ty's.

Ty looked up at him before he was forced to let his head fall with a moan. He'd had every intention of finishing this as they'd started, torturously slow and gentle. But it was becoming increasingly difficult.

He let Zane's legs go and leaned over him, holding himself up with both hands as he looked down at his lover. His hips were still rocking, his cock sinking deeper into Zane with each thrust.

"Can you take more?" he asked Zane breathlessly.

"Yeah," Zane said before moaning and biting his lip again. "I'm really getting to like this whole slow burn thing."

Ty ducked his head and groaned in agreement. He picked up the strength of his thrusts again, gasping and moaning as he drove himself closer to climax. But he managed to keep the languid pace he'd set before. Both of them were damp with sweat even though the room was chilly, and everywhere Ty's skin touched Zane's seemed to be on fire. A drop of sweat rolled down Ty's nose and dropped to Zane's chest.

His movements became sharper, tinged with frustration as the slow build of pleasure continued. Each thrust rocked Zane, driving their bodies harder together.

Zane lifted his legs enough to wrap them around Ty again, changing the angle of Ty's thrusts, and he gave a long, forlorn cry as Ty hit his prostate. "Oh, God baby, so, so good."

Ty watched Zane as he ramped up his thrusts, keeping the same angle and pounding him hard for a few seconds before going back to the slower, deeper thrusts.

He loved watching Zane get fucked.

He wanted to keep at him, fuck him just like this until Zane came again, until he emptied himself deep inside Zane over and over and left them both totally spent, but he didn't think he could do it. It was too tempting to let go and take him hard and fast when he was so close to coming himself.

"Baby," he pleaded in a strained, harsh voice as he laid himself out over Zane again and pressed his forehead against Zane's chest.

"Don't stop," Zane begged again. He wrapped his arms around him tightly, tilting his hips back with each slow slide to try to take Ty deeper. "Please, give me more."

Ty's will to draw it out snapped. He raised his head and wrapped his arms around Zane, gathering him close. He briefly allowed himself the pleasure of fucking him, hard and fast, nearly pulling out of him each time before breaching him again and driving back into him. Zane cried out and dragged his fingernails down Ty's back as their bodies slapped together.

When Ty felt the orgasm almost on him, he stopped and held Zane close to him, breaths harsh and body screaming for release. When it ebbed, he rolled them until he was on his back and Zane sat astride him, Ty's cock still buried inside him.

It took a moment for Zane to get his balance, but he settled his weight on his knees and shifted on Ty's cock. He reached out to take each of Ty's hands, holding them captive as he began to rock forward and back, searching for the perfect angle.

Ty closed his eyes and pushed his hips up, groaning. Zane kept up the steady movement, occasionally grinding down, but not speeding up. "My turn to make you insane," he said.

Ty opened his eyes to look up at his lover. He could see the shiny parts of Zane's skin that were covered in sweat, lubricant, and come. He licked his lips and panted out a pent-up breath. Zane riding him like this was possibly the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. His muscles were tense and his hips rolled sinuously, his thighs squeezing Ty, his cock half-hard again.

Zane continued to move his hips until he found the right position again. He put both hands on Ty's chest, fingernails dragging, and he rolled his hips in circles, using Ty's cock to massage his prostate and drive Ty insane as he watched.

Ty sat up the moment Zane stopped moving. He couldn't stand it any longer, no matter how much fun it was to watch Zane's hips roll like that. He wrapped his arms around Zane's waist and looked up at him, trying to thrust up into him from that position. He was so close to release his hands were shaking as he pressed his palms against Zane's back.

"If you can't ride me properly, I'm gonna have to flip you back over," he said before reaching up to jerk Zane's head down for a demanding, desperate, possessive kiss.

Zane hunched over to help with the kiss and without warning pushed up from his knees nearly off Ty's cock before slamming himself down, taking Ty's cock all the way with one smooth motion. "Properly?" he growled when he broke the kiss.

Ty's hands gripped Zane's waist and he called out, encouraging his lover for more. He fell back again, hands sliding to Zane's hips. He loved to feel the supple movements of Zane's hips when they were fucking. Zane had never ridden him before, but they would definitely be doing this again.

"God, you're so hot," he groaned, pushing his hips up to shove his cock hard into Zane.

Zane started moving again, up and down, and then erratically he'd sit flat and shift his hips forward, dragging himself along Ty's cock, before pushing back hard. Then he leaned over, braced himself on one hand, and started riding Ty in earnest, his balls and half-hard cock pinned between them.

Ty cried out and bucked his hips. He pulled his feet up to give him more leverage and tried to meet Zane's movements with his own. Their damp bodies slapped together and he could feel himself pushing past that tight ring of muscle with almost every one of Zane's movements. It didn't take long for him to curl upward, the orgasm one that seemed to start in his toes and work itself through him.

His fingers grasped at Zane's shoulder and side urgently as he shoved his cock deep into him one last time, and Zane kept moving, riding him hard through the pulses of his orgasm. Ty finally cried out, a hoarse, desperate sound, fingernails digging into Zane's skin as he bucked his hips.

He shuddered as Zane finally slowed and leaned over to kiss him.

Ty's fingers shook as he reached for him. His entire body did. He kissed Zane with tangible relief, wrapping his arms around him and holding him. Zane sighed and settled over him, pressing his chest against Ty's sweaty skin and placing gentle kisses at his temple.

Ty didn't even try to calm his breathing, just let himself pant and gasp for air as he hugged Zane to him, then closed his eyes. "That was fun," he said, breathless.

Zane's soft rumble of laughter reverberated through both their chests, and he nodded.

"We're going to need a really big towel," Ty murmured as he turned his head to press his mouth against Zane's temple.

Zane chuckled again and sighed. "Shower."

Ty hummed a negative. "Then I won't smell like you when I wake up."

Zane pushed himself up on one elbow so he could look at Ty. "That's... ridiculously romantic."

Ty laughed. "Don't sound so surprised."

Zane nipped at Ty's bottom lip to stop the laugh. "I'm not."

Ty reached up to kiss him again, slow and careful. "Better let me up," he finally said with real regret.

Zane's fingers tightened on his arms for a moment before relaxing and releasing him. "For now," Zane allowed before climbing off him.

Ty lay there for a moment, still recovering. Then he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, fighting down the lightheadedness that he knew would come after mind-blowing sex.

"Back in a minute," he said, and he headed for the door to the bathroom on unsteady legs.

He felt pretty confident in letting Julian and Cameron stay on their own for the night. After the noise he and Zane had made, the other two men could have no doubt what they'd been up to, and they were smart enough not to bother Ty and Zane tonight.

Ty smiled to himself. That, or they had used the golden opportunity to finally escape. At this point, he really didn't care.