Cut and Run 09 Crash & Burn (28 page)

Zane brushed his palm over some of those bruises, his fingers going from gentle to rough as he yanked at Ty’s hips.

Ty groaned again and rested his head back on the porthole behind him. “Because we don’t have any lube and I won’t be able to walk. We kind of need me to be able to walk, baby.”

“You can’t tell me there’s not lube on this boat,” Zane grunted as he played his nose over Ty’s skin.

Ty chuckled.

Zane sighed and wound Ty’s pliable body around him, grinding his hardened cock against Ty’s. “That could be a problem,” he whispered, trying to steady his breathing.

“God, I want you inside me,” Ty hissed as he flattened his hands against Zane’s skin.

“You’re sending some serious mixed signals right now,” Zane snarled. Ty shrugged unapologetically, and Zane pushed away just enough to shove the pillows and blankets around beside them. He yanked at Ty’s legs, rubbing against him, then picked Ty up and slammed him into the mattress. He wanted to make damn sure they started in the middle of the bed this time.

Ty lifted his hips, the action tightening his grip on Zane’s waist. “Zane,” he moaned.

“God damn it, Ty, work with me here,” Zane grunted as he slid his hands between Ty’s thighs, palm and fingers cupping his hard cock. “You won’t let me fuck you, I’ll just have to do something else.”

Ty groaned, writhing under Zane’s touch. “When have you ever listened to me before?”

Zane kissed him and bit at his lower lip. “Just don’t scream,” he warned. Seconds later, Zane had Ty’s cock in his mouth.

Ty’s fingers gripped the edge of the shelf surrounding the bed, and he cried out Zane’s name in something like outrage after he banged his knuckles on the rim. He arched his back and thrust his hips, his feet seeking purchase against Zane’s body as Zane wrapped him up. “You’re going to fucking kill me.”

“Eat you alive, maybe,” Zane rasped, one hand pumping Ty’s cock before his lips closed around the head, tongue swirling and lapping.

“Oh God,” Ty groaned. His grip on the shelf tightened until his knuckles went white. Ty’s cum was leaking onto Zane’s tongue as he worked for more. Each gasp and groan and curse drove him on. He was so hard it was almost painful, but he wouldn’t spare a hand for himself. Ty was still trying to find leverage as he attempted to thrust his hips. He settled his heels in the center of Zane’s back, and Zane hissed at the pain.

He grazed his teeth over Ty’s shaft in warning, and Ty cried out and bucked his hips, cupping the back of Zane’s head in a trembling hand as he struggled to put his feet anywhere else. He was obviously trying hard not to just grab Zane’s head and fuck his mouth, but Zane was determined to make Ty lose what little control he was exerting.

Zane’s cock ached almost as much as his injured wrist. He slid his fingers between Ty’s legs and behind his tightened balls to rub, trying to throw Ty over the edge. It spurred Ty into moving, but not like Zane had intended. Ty scrabbled at his shoulders, pushing him, pulling him, urging him to move until he was turned around and they wound back together. Zane was still on his knees with Ty in his mouth, but now he had Ty’s body beneath him, Ty’s tongue on his cock.

Zane took a few thrusts just to appreciate how talented Ty was in this position, then returned his attention to making Ty come. It wasn’t long after all his attention before Ty curled in on himself and tightened his fingers on Zane’s ass. He was still sucking Zane off even as he thrust up into Zane’s mouth. He gave a moan that traveled through Zane’s body, and he bucked his hips, emptying himself into Zane’s mouth with a plaintive whimper.

Zane swallowed and sucked as Ty shuddered under him, until Ty was struggling. “Please!” Ty finally cried, squirming away from the overstimulation.

Zane licked his lips, sucking in deep breaths as he fought his own need for release. He rolled over and looked Ty up and down, all flushed and shaky and gasping. Zane just groaned. He turned around, crawling up Ty’s body.

“Next time I have you naked,” he growled.

Ty was still trembling under Zane’s caresses, and he spread his legs wider so Zane could get to him. “Come on.”

Zane shook his head. Ty had been right; if Zane got at him now without lube, he wouldn’t be at full physical capacity, and Zane would never hurt him. But that didn’t mean Zane didn’t want to just skewer him on his cock and pound him until he cried for mercy.

Ty huffed when he realized Zane really wasn’t going to fuck him. He wrapped his arms around Zane’s neck, kissing him messily. “Come up here then,” he said, giving Zane’s ass a little tug.

Zane crawled up his body, pushing the pillows and sheets aside as he did so. Ty laughed quietly as the edge of the bed loomed near them. They readjusted their position. Zane refused to lose this opportunity to a round bed. He absolutely refused.

He slammed his good hand down on the shelf, holding on so they wouldn’t fucking roll off, and watched as Ty took his cock between those full lips of his. Ty gave him a cheeky little wink. Zane had to bite his tongue. He cradled Ty’s head in one hand, trying not to wince as it throbbed, and braced himself on the other. He started with slow, careful thrusts that soon became the same ruthless rhythm he would have hit if he’d been fucking Ty.

Zane spent long, torturous moments watching the sordid little show and letting that pleasure curl in his gut, letting Ty bring him closer and closer to the brink. It wasn’t enough, though. It was never enough when he couldn’t have all of Ty wrapped up in his arms. “Ty,” he whispered, his breaths shuddering.

Ty grabbed for his hips and encouraged him to go harder. His hazel eyes were sparkling. Zane’s hand tightened in his hair as he wondered what the hell Ty had up his sleeve to put that look in his eyes. “Oh, doll, don’t be mean.”

Ty winked, his tongue sliding along the underside of Zane’s straining cock.

“Oh, Jesus, Ty,” Zane whimpered. He pulled out just enough that Ty had to chase after him, and Zane completely lost what little control he’d had.

He held on to him and pounded into his mouth. Ty’s hands came up to clutch at his hips, but Zane didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. He closed his eyes, getting lost in the pleasure as he used Ty’s mouth, thrusting deep until Ty’s nose brushed his belly, until Ty’s fingers were burning scratches into his skin, until he could feel that elusive flutter just on the edge of his senses.

Ty grasped at Zane’s chest, sliding around to rake his nails across the small of his back. He didn’t try to slow Zane’s punishing thrusts, though. He pulled Zane’s ass toward him, encouraging him to continue. When Ty began to moan, Zane could feel it in his cock, feel it making its way all the way to his toes, his tongue, into his very heartbeat.

He cried out Ty’s name as his orgasm rushed up on him.

Ty gave a muffled groan, scratching at Zane’s hip as he struggled to take all of Zane in and swallow, and Zane was desperately trying not to close his eyes. When Ty began trying to squirm away, digging his heels in to push further into the mattress, Zane closed his eyes and pulled out. He fell to the side, gasping for breath.

Ty chuckled, and Zane glanced at him, squinting as if Ty was simply too bright to see.

Ty threw himself down beside Zane, wiping a thumb over his bottom lip like he might have missed a bit.

“You’re dirty,” Zane told him, his voice cracking.

“You love it.”

Zane barked a laugh. Ty rolled over and straddled him, grabbing both wrists to press them to the mattress. Zane didn’t have time to prepare for the pain, and he gasped and winced away from Ty’s touch. Ty released him like he was hot, holding his hands in the air, eyes wide.

“What’d I do?”

Zane shook his head, trying to grin about it. “Sore wrist. It’s nothing.”

Ty’s eyes darted to the wrist Zane was cradling against his chest and then back to Zane’s eyes. “That where I got you?”

Zane shrugged noncommittally. “Let’s go back to the postorgasm cuddling we were about to do, huh?”

But Ty gently took his arm, frowning at his wrist as he turned it over. “Is it broken? It looks broken.”

Zane pursed his lips, trying to be nonchalant.

“Did I break your wrist?” Ty asked, his voice going higher. Then he was just flat-out shouting. “I broke your wrist!”

Zane tried to hush him, patting at his chest, still shaking his head. “It’s just a sprain, it’s okay.”

“I broke your wrist!” Ty repeated, his voice cracking. “Why the hell didn’t you say something?”

“Probably to avoid this,” Zane muttered.

A knock on the cabin door interrupted them before Ty could work himself up further.

“It’s open!” Zane called, expecting Sidewinder and an amused FBI agent or three.

But it was just Kelly, and he had a hand slapped over his eyes. He took a tentative step into the cabin, then tossed a handful of medical supplies on the bed and retreated without ever saying a word.

Ty and Zane stared at the supplies as the door shut. They included a flexible wrap, some popsicle sticks, one length of metal that could be bent and molded, and a little tube of lubricant.

“Asshole!” Ty called after Kelly.

“You’re welcome!”

When Zane popped his head over the stairwell railing to sniff at the smell of hash browns in the air, he found Nick sat at the banquette, a bottle of Gatorade at his elbow and a stack of papers in front of him.

Zane wondered how he was taking all the people on his boat. He hadn’t handled it well last night. He and Kelly had taken the main cabin because, “Fuck all these people.” And no one had argued. Zane had destroyed the bunks on his rampage, so they’d just thrown the mattresses on the floor of the salon, leaving the others to fight over space between watch shifts. Owen and Digger had somehow wound up in the banquette by morning, their heads on a shared pillow in the corner, Owen’s feet dangling over the edge of Nick’s lap.

“Hey,” Zane greeted under his breath. Everyone else was still asleep, and Julian must have been up top, on watch. Zane stood awkwardly for a moment, and Nick stared at him, waiting.

“You do coffee in the morning?”

“Yeah, I’d love some,” Zane said in relief.

“I don’t have coffee,” Nick answered, looking immediately amused and apologetic.

Zane just rolled his eyes.

“I have tea?”

“You got more of those Gatorades?”

Nick nodded at the refrigerator. “Don’t drink the orange one, it’s spiked.”

“Of course it is,” Zane mumbled as he retrieved a drink and some cold hash browns. He slid into the banquette at Digger’s feet, struggling with it for a few seconds, then finally surrendering and picking Digger’s bare feet up to set them on his knee.

Nick watched him silently.

“What are you doing?” Zane asked him once he’d settled.

Nick studied the files. “I got these out of your bag,” he admitted. “Are these from Burns’s memory card?”

Zane nodded as he ran a hand over his face. His wrist was wrapped in the bandage Kelly had brought him last night, but he kept forgetting it would hurt when he poked it.

“Ty break your wrist?” Nick asked after popping a hash brown into his mouth.

“I’m not sure. If he did, it’s just a crack.”

“Watch it close. If your fingers start doing weird, we need to get it set right.”

Zane nodded. “You’ve probably dealt with broken wrists before, huh?”

Nick frowned at him carefully.

“Ty told me about your dad, how he knocked you around. Fractured wrist is pretty common, right?”

Nick raised one eyebrow. “I used to wait ’til recess, fake a fall off the slide or something. Football or hockey practice, when I was older.” He popped another hash brown in his mouth and returned his attention to the photos. “Johns said this was a digital steganography code. You pegged it?”

“Yeah. We ran it through the Bureau computers; it spit out what you’re reading now.”

“You make sense of this?” Nick asked dubiously.

“I haven’t looked at it.” Zane shrugged. “All I could see was Ty.”

Nick returned his attention to the messages Richard Burns had hidden in the photos. “It’s all numbers. It’s a simple replacement cipher.” He winced. “God, I’m so fucking sick of replacement ciphers.”

Zane snorted. “When do we get to hear what you and Doc got up to over the summer? How did you get a favor from Cross?”

“Kelly tells the story better than I do,” Nick answered. He set the paper on the table. “To solve this, we need to find the cryptovariable Burns used, or it’s useless.”

Zane nodded, staring at the pages. Then he grinned up at Nick. “He hid it in a book.”

Nick smiled slowly in return. “There you go.”

“What book was it?” Zane asked.

“I don’t know,” Nick answered with a sigh. He glanced into the salon, and Zane followed his eyes to an armchair where Liam was sleeping under a furry throw blanket. “He might, but he claims he doesn’t.”

“I don’t,” Liam answered without moving or opening his eyes.

Nick grunted.

“We’ll have to go back to the house,” Zane decided.

A moment later, something thumped belowdecks, and Ty appeared a few seconds after. He gave everyone a suspicious once-over, probably wondering how Zane and Nick had come to be sitting there together, sharing a plate of hash browns as they acted as footstools for sleeping Sidewinders.