Ty squirmed under him, pushing his hips back and lowering his shoulders, resting his head on the floor as he did so. Letting out a slow breath, Zane pumped his hips slowly, working himself inside. Ty groaned and bit his hand to keep from making any more noise as Zane forced his c**k past the tense muscles and pain seared through him. It ebbed quickly, though, and he moved under Zane’s weight to help, his entire body flooding with heat as Zane rocked deeper into him. It always felt so damned good; Ty was never sure why he didn’t do this more often. But that just led to more questions he didn’t want to find answers to, and he’d rather focus on what Zane was doing to him right now.
Zane drew a deep, quiet breath as he gripped Ty’s hips and pulled back, starting with slow thrusts. Ty closed his eyes and bit his hand harder, telling himself not to moan as Zane moved inside him. But it was difficult to keep quiet when Zane was sliding into him with slow, deep thrusts. It wouldn’t stay slow and sensual like this for long; it never did with them, no matter who took the lead or how determined they both were to make it last.
Zane’s hand slid up his back until he was gripping Ty’s shoulder, his fingers digging into Ty’s skin. The blanket beneath Ty’s hands began to slide, and Ty went with it, the weight of Zane’s body on top of him stretching him and the blanket out on the floor. When Ty was flat on the floor, Zane shifted to plant his knees outside of Ty’s. He pushed down on the backs of Ty’s shoulders as he worked up to a steady, heated rhythm that would please them both sooner rather than later.
Ty found himself pinned flat to the floor, with Zane using his knees and shoulders for leverage as he f**ked him. He gasped wordlessly against the blanket under him, liking the overpowering weight of Zane’s body on him. Zane snapped his hips down, hard, and Ty had to bite his lip to keep from crying out. He bent his knees and lifted his feet, pushing his heels against Zane’s ass to urge him on. Zane grunted quietly before lowering himself to hold Ty closer and speed his thrusts.
The sound of their bodies slapping together was loud in the otherwise silent room, and Zane slowed his thrusts again, grunting in Ty’s ear. “Not much longer,” he warned breathlessly.
Ty responded to his warning by tensing around the hard c**k inside him, and he reached back to drag his short fingernails across the naked skin of Zane’s hip. Zane grunted and trembled with restraint as he continued. Ty panted heavily against the blankets under him as his body tightened. He wouldn’t last much longer either. He never did with Zane’s c**k inside him.
Zane bit the back of his shoulder, hard, and Ty grit his teeth against the shout of pleasure it almost produced. Zane pushed off him again, his hands on Ty’s shoulders as he pounded his c**k past the tight ring of muscle, heedless of the sound their bodies made as they met or of the fact that Ty’s groans were steadily gaining in volume. It felt like his c**k drove deeper and deeper, his grunts of exertion and pleasure in Ty’s ears, until Ty could do nothing but whimper helplessly as his body convulsed. His fingers dug into Zane’s hip, and he writhed beneath his lover as he spilled himself against the blanket.
After a few more hard thrusts, Zane froze in place and his grip tightened, his whole body locked in the fight between climax and silence, shuddering. He rocked into Ty a few more times before he finally relaxed and rested his head against Ty’s back, breathing hard and trembling.
“Good job,” Ty finally offered in a hoarse voice. Zane groaned softly before pulling free with a plaintive gasp. He lowered himself carefully to the floor beside Ty. Ty rolled onto his back, letting his body stretch out, investigating the aches. No matter how ready he was for it, Zane’s c**k inside him always left aches. That was part of the fun. “I would have bet money we couldn’t be quiet,” he whispered as he stared at the ceiling.
Zane smiled at him and shook his head. “Always glad to prove you wrong,” he said.
Ty turned his head to look at him and laughed suddenly. “You wound up on the floor after all,” he observed with a snicker.
“Funny guy,” Zane grunted before climbing to his feet and offering Ty a hand.
Ty stared at him from where he lay flat on his back. Sometimes he wondered if Zane just tolerated him because he was a good lay, or if he truly enjoyed being around him as much as Ty did Zane. He told himself that was another question for a later time. Finally, he reached up and took Zane’s hand, pulling himself to his feet. “Thanks,” he whispered.
Lacing their hands together, Zane leaned to kiss him, just for a moment. He squeezed Ty’s hands and nodded before loosening his grip. Ty sniffed daintily at the tender gesture as he turned away and bent to gather the clothing he’d shed. Well, maybe Zane did enjoy it a little.
As Zane grabbed his shirt and used it for a quick clean before pulling his briefs on, Ty pulled his pants on haphazardly and headed for the bathroom to do a slightly better job of cleaning himself. When he returned, Zane was gathering up the extra covers and tossing them on the bed. Ty watched him with a smirk as he slid his T-shirt over his head. “Might want to flush that instead of tossing it in the trash,” he said with a nod at Zane and the condom he had yet to discard. “Ma’ll be wondering what we were doing when she empties the trashcans,” he joked quietly.
“You think?” Zane muttered. He left the room quietly as Ty straightened out the sheets and blankets left askew from their fun.
“Fucker,” Ty grumbled affectionately as he made up the bed. He knew he might never explain to himself the emotions Zane caused in him. He didn’t mind the mystery. It was another part of what made it fun. What he did mind was the uneasy feeling that Zane merely tolerated him rather than enjoyed him. Again, he told himself to worry about that later—much later—and he climbed into bed.
When Zane returned, he slipped under the covers beside Ty and immediately wrapped around him, pulling Ty closer just as he would the pillows he liked to hold. With a sigh, Ty pondered over the question of whether his doubts were unfounded or if Zane was just a cuddler. They hadn’t had a lot of time to feel each other out. As partners, it seemed like they could read each other’s minds. But as lovers—or even friends—they barely knew each other at all.
He sighed and scooted closer, twisting his body so he could brush an awkward kiss against Zane’s cheek. “Sleep well, Zane,” he offered quietly as he settled into the embrace. He closed his eyes and sighed again. Zane slept much better with Ty alongside him than he did when he was alone, and they both knew it.