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 c.o.c.k pushing against Zane's a.s.s. 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 c.o.c.k.

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 s.e.xy 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. "f.u.c.k, 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 f.u.c.ked. 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 c.o.c.k. 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 b.a.l.l.s. 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 antic.i.p.ation before he reached between them and guided himself into Zane. He rocked in place until the slick head of his c.o.c.k 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. "f.u.c.k, 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 c.o.c.k 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. f.u.c.king 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. 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 c.o.c.k spread Zane's muscles wide. He held Zane's hip with the other hand and quickly poured a liberal amount on his own c.o.c.k and on Zane, pushing slowly into him as he did it.

"Oh G.o.d, you're gonna f.u.c.k 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 c.o.c.k, gripping it and spreading the lube 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 c.o.c.k pushing into Zane's a.s.s, 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 kiss him roughly. 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 c.o.c.k sliding along the firm muscles of Ty's abs. He finally growled, gripped Ty's a.s.s, and pulled him down hard. The movement sank Ty's c.o.c.k deep into him, their bodies slapping together. Zane's cry of pleasure was m.u.f.fled 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. .h.i.t 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 c.o.c.k pulsed in Ty's hand. Zane convulsed in a series of inarticulate moans, evidence of his o.r.g.a.s.m 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 o.r.g.a.s.m.

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 p.r.i.c.kle 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 a.s.s. He loved to watch that. "You are so f.u.c.king 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 c.o.c.k 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, G.o.d 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 f.u.c.ked.

He wanted to keep at him, f.u.c.k 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 f.u.c.king 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 o.r.g.a.s.m 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 c.o.c.k 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 c.o.c.k. 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 s.e.xiest thing he'd ever seen. His muscles were tense and his hips rolled sinuously, his thighs squeezing Ty, his c.o.c.k 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 c.o.c.k to ma.s.sage 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 c.o.c.k before slamming himself down, taking Ty's c.o.c.k 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 f.u.c.king. Zane had never ridden him before, but they would definitely be doing this again.

"G.o.d, you're so hot," he groaned, pushing his hips up to shove his c.o.c.k hard into Zane.

Zane started moving again, up and down, and then he'd sit flat and shift his hips forward, dragging himself along Ty's c.o.c.k, before pushing back hard. Then he leaned over, braced himself on one hand, and started riding Ty in earnest, his b.a.l.l.s and half-hard c.o.c.k 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 o.r.g.a.s.m seeming to start in his toes and work itself through him.

His fingers grasped at Zane's shoulder and side urgently as he shoved his c.o.c.k deep into him one last time, and Zane kept moving, riding him hard through the pulses of his o.r.g.a.s.m. Ty finally cried out, a hoa.r.s.e, 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 againstTy'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 s.e.x. "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.