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Zane swallowed hard. “But I like that one.” He settled his hands on Ty"s hips, his fingers sliding on the soft, fine fabric of Ty"s trousers.

“That"s what I"m afraid of,” Ty growled playfully. He pushed Zane against the door harder and forced his tongue between Zane"s lips, running it along the inside of his teeth. He crowded against Zane in an unspoken demand.

Heat flushed through Zane in a sudden wash, and he felt the urgent need to beg for more. He"d been handled with kid gloves for two days now. He
needed
Ty all over him—the rougher the better. When their mouths finally parted, he deliberately fanned the flames. “Lots of reasons to keep going there,” he said, breathless.

“Are you
trying
to make me jealous?” Ty asked in a low voice. It was almost a purr with Ty"s rough mountain twang.

Zane let out a shaky breath as he felt his body react to the arousal starting to spread through him. “Seems to me you already are.” He dug his fingers in where his hands rested at Ty"s waist.

Ty pushed his face closer to Zane"s, causing his lips to move against Zane"s when he spoke, his voice dropping to a growl. “I am,”

he admitted shamelessly. Zane could feel him smiling. Ty might have been telling the truth, that he really was jealous, but he was also enjoying it. “I think you should start liking seafood instead of Italian.”

Zane opened his mouth to answer, but a shaky moan came out instead. He had to stop and take a breath and try again, and he pulled Ty"s dress shirt out of his waistband while he was at it. “I do like seafood. They have that there too,” he drawled, shifting his groin against Ty"s thigh.

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“Dammit, Zane,” Ty snarled before he kissed Zane again, with no regard for soft lips caught against teeth. He reached between them to yank at Zane"s belt, then shoved at his jeans, pushing them down his hips. He forced his tongue into Zane"s mouth hungrily and ground their bodies together.

Zane"s gut clenched; hearing and feeling Ty this worked up was a hell of a turn-on. And the fact that it was because Ty was feeling possessive…. Zane"s head spun with delight, and he tried to give as good as he got. Ty pulled back from him just long enough to shuck his suit jacket and yank his shirt and undershirt over his head. Zane could feel the bare skin under his fingertips, soft and warm, shifting over muscles he could trace with his eyes closed. Then Ty was on him again, hands all over him as he tugged and yanked at Zane"s clothing, biting at his lips and his chin and his neck, sucking on his earlobe and growling,

“You"re mine. Jersey Shore can get his own.”

The arousal ripped through Zane so quickly that his knees went weak, and he sagged against the door with a soft moan, Ty"s body pinning him there. “Baby,” he gasped helplessly.

Ty finally managed to get Zane"s shirt unbuttoned, and he pushed it down Zane"s arms and left it there, tangled at his wrists. He dragged his hands up Zane"s hips and around his waist to delve under his briefs and grab his ass possessively, then squeezed hard as he thrust his groin against Zane"s and kissed him. Under Ty"s hands, Zane could do nothing but writhe against the door and try to return the kisses best he could. He had to struggle to get the sleeves of his shirt untangled from his hands, and Ty didn"t help him at all. When he finally got loose, he clutched at one of Ty"s shoulders for support.

Ty moved his hands, fingers digging into soft flesh as he pushed Zane"s briefs down. “Don"t fucking move,” Ty growled against his lips.

And then he was gone, pushing away from Zane and disappearing into silence. Zane almost flailed as he lost his hold, and he flattened himself against the door, trying to keep from sliding to the floor along with his underwear. He sucked in deep breaths, trying to calm down a little. His cock was hard and aching, near-rigid against his abdomen, and he almost reached down to try to relieve a little of the pressure, but Ty"s Divide & Conquer | 149

words echoed in his ears, and
no way
was he going to disobey an order like that. He moved just enough to kick out of his jeans and briefs.

He distantly heard the sound of a drawer opening and shutting, and after a few short moments, Ty was back. When he touched Zane, it was obvious that he"d stripped off the rest of his clothes while moving.

They"d be tripping over Ty"s blue suit all the way to the bedroom. If they got that far. When Ty pressed against him, it was all hard muscle, smooth skin, and rough hands. He grabbed at the backs of Zane"s thighs and tugged, pulling Zane"s feet away from the door and almost off the floor. It lowered Zane to Ty"s height, and Ty rubbed his hard cock against Zane"s as he licked and sucked and nipped at Zane"s lips.

Zane grabbed for Ty"s shoulders and held on tight. Ty was hot and hard all over, and Zane needed him badly. “Baby, please,” Zane groaned.

“Oh, now I"m „baby", am I?” Ty asked gruffly, his voice husky and strained. “What happened to making me jealous? Teasing poor Ty with the hot waiter?” His hand grabbed Zane"s ass again and squeezed hard; then he pulled at the back of Zane"s thigh and bent his knees, lowering himself enough to yank Zane"s left leg over his hip.

Zane shifted his weight to his right leg, reached out to grab the doorknob with his left hand, and hooked his other arm over Ty"s shoulder, needing some kind of leverage as Ty manhandled him. “Need you too much to tease,” he got out between breaths. “Didn"t plan it, really didn"t.”

Ty hummed disbelievingly. Zane heard the distinctive pop of the cap on the tube of lubricant, and then Ty"s hand was between them, squeezing the cold gel out onto his own cock and onto Zane"s. He tossed the tube away, and Zane heard it land somewhere as Ty"s hand wrapped around both of them and began to jack them slowly.

His lips came to rest against Zane"s for a moment before moving.

“I"m going to fuck you until you can"t remember your name,” he promised in an oddly intimate voice. He pulled Zane"s lower lip between his and dragged his teeth along it.

Zane clutched at his lover desperately as Ty"s hand squeezed.

Fuck, he wanted that. “Please… please, Ty.”

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“Nobody likes a beggar,” Ty whispered. He hiked Zane"s leg up higher and reached behind him with his slick hand. His fingers were hot as they massaged at Zane, teasing at him, taunting him by dipping deeper and twisting. They fucked often enough that it didn"t take much preparation, sometimes nothing but lubricant. Ty was doing this now because he wanted to tease Zane, not because Zane needed it.

Zane gasped out a laugh. “You love it when I beg.”

Ty growled again, biting down harder on Zane"s lip as he moved with alarming speed and power. He hooked his arm under Zane"s leg and hefted him farther up the door, getting a gasp of surprise out of Zane. That leg now rested in the crook of Ty"s arm, and Zane"s balance on the other was threatened when Ty slammed Zane against the door, holding him there with the weight of his body and the strength of his arms. His hands tugged at Zane"s hips, bowing Zane"s back, and Zane could feel the head of Ty"s cock, rock hard against his ass.

A wild, needy keen tore from Zane"s throat as his fingers scrabbled for purchase on Ty"s skin. He would have given anything to see Ty"s face right at this moment. He could imagine it: hazel eyes sparking, brow furrowed and full lips pursed with concentration and intent. The amount of pure brute strength and violent desire it had to take for Ty to practically pick Zane up and hold most of his weight was incredible.

He jostled Zane some more, grunting and sucking air through his teeth as he struggled to get them in position. It took a few attempts as Ty fumbled and kissed him messily, but he finally forced himself inside Zane as he let gravity pull Zane"s body down. By the purr that echoed through them both, Zane could tell Ty was savoring the slow slide, and when the head of his cock pushed past Zane"s tight muscle, he punctuated it with another violent exploration of Zane"s mouth and a hard thrust of his hips.

Zane"s cry of pained pleasure was muffled by their kiss, and he dug in his fingers and tensed his leg, trying to hold onto Ty. It was uncomfortable and precarious and unbelievably fucking hot. Zane thought he might come at any moment, come all over Ty and himself right there, just as Ty was getting started. He would have been embarrassed if he didn"t want it so badly.

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“Fuck,” he gasped as soon as their lips parted. “Oh fuck…
Ty
.”

Ty didn"t respond other than to bury his face in Zane"s neck and thrust up into him again, over and over. He occasionally hitched Zane higher, the sensation of being picked up and then pulled down onto Ty"s cock entirely different from anything Zane had experienced before. Ty panted heavily with exertion and bit at Zane"s shoulder as if he wanted to simply devour him. Zane
wanted
to be eaten alive. He held on as the pleasure racked him until he couldn"t conceive of anything but Ty"s hands and teeth on his skin and riding Ty"s cock.

A low growl started in Ty"s throat, and the thrusts of his hips began to slam Zane erratically against the door. He tightened his hold on Zane"s leg and ass and lifted him higher yet again, putting Zane on the toes of one foot, and Zane gasped as the warm skin of his back skipped on the weather-chilled painted metal of the door, catching and pulling. Ty"s growl became a tortured, brutal shout as he fucked Zane painfully hard, without any regard for either of their bodies.

It only took a few of those thrusts to force a broken whine out of Zane as the tension in him snapped and he slammed into climax, coming in pulses with Ty"s thrusts, his come smearing between them.

Zane"s entire body tensed and strained in Ty"s arms, helpless. All he could do was trust Ty to keep him from falling and ride out the pleasure that was blotting out absolutely everything but his lover moving inside him, prolonging the orgasm.

It was a few more glorious seconds before Ty"s movements froze and his body arched. He was silent as he came inside Zane. When his body uncoiled, he was gasping for breath, his forehead resting against Zane"s shoulder. His skin was damp with sweat, and his arms and shoulders trembled as he pulled out of Zane quickly and lowered Zane"s feet to the ground. But Zane"s legs were far too wobbly to support him, and he grasped at Ty as he started to slide down the door to the thin carpet. Ty huffed a laugh, and they sank to the floor together. Ty shifted and sat down with a thump beside Zane, his back to the door and their shoulders brushing. He was breathing hard from the exertion, still gasping for air.

Zane leaned sideways and laid his head against Ty"s shoulder.

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hard to stop being dizzy when he couldn"t focus his eyes on something to halt the motion.

Ty began to chuckle, though the sound was an exhausted one.

“That"ll learn ya,” he drawled, obviously pleased with himself.

Zane reached up to pet Ty"s thigh and then splayed his hand in the curve of Ty"s elbow just below where he rested his head. Ty"s arm snaked around his shoulders and squeezed him tightly. He pressed a kiss to Zane"s forehead, then buried his nose in Zane"s hair and inhaled deeply.

“You know I don"t care if you eat at that damn restaurant, right?”

Ty murmured, his voice low and affectionate and oddly gentle after what they"d just done.

Zane turned his chin enough to press a kiss against Ty"s collarbone as pleasant warmth filled him. “You know I"ve never even looked at him, right?”

Ty was silent for a long moment. Finally he turned his head and said, “Appropriate time for a blind joke here, or is it too soon?”

Zane snickered and jabbed at Ty"s ribs. “Jerk.”

Ty laughed quietly, the sound warm and reassuring, as he nuzzled his nose into Zane"s hair again. When the laughter ebbed, Zane realized Ty was holding his breath, and something about the slight tremble to Ty"s body made Zane feel that Ty wanted to speak again. It wasn"t the first time Zane had noticed it, and suddenly Zane realized what Ty was keeping himself from saying in moments like this:
I love you.

Zane squeezed his eyes shut and kissed Ty"s shoulder again, resisting the urge to crawl into Ty"s lap and do whatever he had to in order to get Ty to say it again. He wanted to hear it again, just once, after all these weeks, now that it meant so much more, now that Zane had acknowledged to himself that he knew what the leaden weight in his chest was. Now that he might be able to believe what he felt for Ty was real and not just a result of circumstance and proximity. Now that Zane needed courage he couldn"t quite find to take that final step and deliberately
fall
.

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“You okay?” Ty asked quietly. “I didn"t hurt you, did I?”

Zane actually wasn"t sure, but he shook his head anyway.

“Floor"s cold,” he whispered as he shivered, and he recognized the source of that reaction. He was scared. There. He"d admitted it. He was scared, terribly scared, because Ty loved him and Zane didn"t know how to handle it when he couldn"t even explain how he felt himself because he was still digging through fear and guilt about the past and trying to justify reaching for the future he so desperately wanted….