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 lie 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—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.
He slid his hand 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 c**k 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 c**k 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 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.