Ty reached back and dragged his fingers over Zane"s hip, his fingertips just barely able to reach. Despite Ty"s words, Zane slid a finger inside him and ran his free hand across Ty"s skin, skimming up and down his back, wanting that tactile sensation as he rubbed Ty inside.

“I don"t need it, Zane,” Ty breathed pleadingly, pressing his face into the bed and groaning impatiently. “Come on,” he urged as he tried to push his hips higher.

Heat flooded Zane. He could feel his cheeks flaming, and it certainly wasn"t from embarrassment. Wondering how far he could push Ty before he"d start pushing back, Zane instead pushed another finger inside Ty and, spur of the moment, smacked Ty"s ass.

Ty didn"t even flinch, but he did growl in frustration as Zane took his sweet time. He pushed back on Zane"s fingers and spread his knees just a little wider, begging Zane to fuck him. Zane groaned and moved his free hand to close his fingers around the thick cock bobbing below Ty"s belly. He stroked a few more times and pushed in more fingers, twisting as he added pressure. The crack of that slap was echoing in his ears, just like the blood throbbing in his cock.

“Dammit, Garrett!” Ty called out through gritted teeth. He pushed his hips back demandingly as he reached to drag his fingers against the skin of Zane"s hip, as if he desperately wanted the contact.

The lingering touch felt like trails of fire against Zane"s skin, and he had to draw a slow, deep breath to try to pull together some measure of control. He didn"t want this to be over anytime soon. “What do you need, baby?” he breathed against Ty"s ear.

Ty turned his head, trying to brush his cheek against Zane"s face.

“You know what I want, Zane.”

Christ, the sound of his name in that desperate voice. It was impossible to ignore. Zane slid his lips along Ty"s cheekbone before he pulled free and grabbed for the condom, rolling it on and slicking up hastily. One hand pressing on Ty"s lower back gave Zane the right angle, and he pushed, holding his breath, gasping when he slid inside, where it was so tight he thought he"d lose it right then and there. So much for control. He stretched out over Ty"s body and pinned him to the bed.

Ty gave a short shout of pleasure, and a shudder ran through him as Zane settled on him. “Baby,” he groaned. He slid his hands out to the sides, flexing his fingers against the sheets, silently inviting Zane to hold him down. He so rarely allowed that, and Zane almost didn"t know what to make of it. Zane licked his lips, shifted his weight, and moved each shaking hand to cover Ty"s before bearing down to keep him in place. His extra few inches of height on Ty were coming in handy. Then he started to move slowly, rocking in and out, working his cock in deeper, and he ignored the sound, suspiciously like a whimper, that tore from his own throat.

“Fuck yes,” Ty whimpered, sounding relieved as he placed his cheek against the sheets and closed his eyes. He gave a slow moan as he tried to push his hips back to meet Zane"s rocking.

Zane squeezed his eyes shut and ducked his head to slide his lips and tongue along Ty"s spine as he reveled in the slow, thorough attention he was giving Ty"s incredible ass. As he gasped for a breath between kisses, Zane decided he"d have to try this again—slow and steady—because it sure as hell felt just as incredible as their usual hard but satisfying fucks.

Ty writhed under him, struggling against the pressure on his body and the hands that held his wrists but not actually trying to get away.

He seemed to be enjoying the sudden submissive role.

“You said you needed practice,” Zane said on a groan, not really able to work up any accusation.

“Christ, Zane, stop talking,” Ty gasped out, lifting his head off the bed just enough to try and look over his shoulder before he gave up and pushed his face against the sheets again.

Zane scoffed but snapped his hips twice, hard, before returning to the slow rhythm. He might have suspected Ty of “practicing” this submissive act elsewhere if he didn"t know better. They"d not spent a night apart since Zane had moved into his new apartment in Baltimore three weeks ago, and almost every time they"d been together recently, Ty had topped. Zane sure as hell didn"t mind. But this was addictive, too, and he leaned more of his weight onto Ty"s back, focusing on steadily thrusting into the welcoming body under his.

Ty tried to speak, but he was obviously incapable of forming words. He merely moaned long and loud, digging his fingers into the sheets and still trying desperately to push his hips up against Zane"s thrusts, if his trembling was any indication.

The sounds sent pangs through Zane"s gut, and he had to stop again to take a couple of deep, slow breaths. He pushed himself up to his knees and looked down at his hips, seeing his cock slide and disappear into Ty"s tight ass. He pushed himself in, moving painfully slow, then pulled back out just for the pleasure of watching. He groaned as Ty tried to shove back against him, and the urge to fuck Ty into the mattress almost took him over.

“You want to walk tomorrow?” Zane asked hoarsely, gripping Ty"s hips to hold himself still. Ty shook his head mutely, his entire body tensing as he rolled his hips. “Fine,” Zane growled. He reached down, grabbed Ty"s hand, and twisted that arm behind Ty"s back, as if getting ready to handcuff a suspect. He gripped Ty"s forearm hard and held him down by the other shoulder, and Zane swore under his breath and thrust in with some strength the first time before pulling back until it felt like he might slip out completely. Then he thrust in again, out, and in again, his breathing tense and harsh as he tried to contort enough to watch himself. “Well-fucked looks good on you anyway.”

“Everything looks good on me,” Ty told him, managing to laugh breathlessly before he gasped and moaned. “Harder, baby.”

Gritting his teeth, Zane lowered himself until he was holding Ty down with his weight once more and did as Ty demanded, speeding the shifting of his hips and starting to really fuck Ty in earnest. He jerked Ty back every time he pushed roughly in, and he hissed and moaned each time he sank deep as their bodies slammed together.

Rather than the violent battle for control this sort of brutal fucking usually caused, Ty merely writhed and moaned with each thrust, rolling his hips to help Zane sink deeper, sliding his glistening skin and hard muscles against Zane, occasionally calling out Zane"s name or begging for more and harder. He never even tried to loosen his hands from Zane"s grip or pull his arm out from behind his back.

“Ty—” Zane choked out as he started to bend over Ty"s back, feeling the tension inside him about to snap, the few minutes of hard fucking unraveling his control.

“Not yet, baby, please,” Ty begged, his voice hoarse and desperate.

Zane pushed himself back up, releasing Ty"s arm and tugging him until his ass was in the air, his knees spread wide in a vulnerable position Ty rarely tolerated for long. Zane gripped his hips and eased back, watching himself again as he tried to slow his thrusts. He gave Ty three or four sensual slides, carefully pulling the head of his cock almost completely out, forcing those tight muscles to spread. Ty clenched hard around him, grasping for the sheets to hold onto as Zane snapped his hips and shoved in hard after each slow pull. Zane pulled back one last time, rocking there on the edge.

Ty couldn"t even manage a response other than to cry out sharply and bury his face in the tangled sheets below him. To Zane"s increasing shock and pleasure, he didn"t move his hips to force Zane back into him; he was taking all the punishment Zane offered happily, begging for it, and the thought nearly drove Zane crazy. He snapped his hips again, driving into Ty hard and not slowing this time. Zane huffed for breath and reached around Ty to wrap his slicked hand around Ty"s cock, pumping it with the rhythm of the pummeling.

Ty curled in on himself, his body taut and incredibly tight, moaning helplessly as he spilled over Zane"s fingers. Zane choked for a breath and cried out hoarsely as Ty"s body clenched around him. The sounds Ty made when Zane fucked him, desperate and needy and uninhibited, were always too much for Zane. His control snapped and he pushed in hard once, twice, countless more times as he came hard and fast, using and abusing Ty"s willing body before collapsing onto Ty"s back with an aching groan.

It was a long minute before Zane found the will to carefully pull out of Ty and drop to lie beside him on his back. He was still sucking in deep breaths when he turned his head to look at Ty closely.

Ty smirked at him as he lay unmoving, his hazel eyes dancing merrily. “Good?” he asked, his usual teasing tone now back in his voice.

Zane stared at him as his pulse still throbbed. “Yeah,” he agreed.

“That was… unusual.”

Ty"s lips twitched in amusement, and he smiled wider. “Wanted to see if I could pull off the sex kitten vibe,” he explained blithely as he pushed himself from his belly onto his elbows. “Turns out I can!”

“Great,” Zane muttered, rubbing at his eyes. “We are supposed to leave the cabin, you know.”

“Just getting into character,” Ty said with a half shrug of his shoulder. Then, in a voice eerily like the man Zane had seen behind the glass today, complete with the British accent, he said, “You must have had fun; you missed a chance for a cat joke. Love the earring, by the way.”

The accent surprised Zane. He knew from Ty"s dossier that his partner was an accomplished mimic. He could pull off a number of accents and varying pitches and tenors, and he was competent, if not fluent, in several languages, Farsi and French among them. Several times since being moved to Baltimore, Zane had witnessed one of their colleagues come to Ty and request he make a phone call or recording in a particular accent for a case they were working.

Zane had just never had occasion to see him—hear him—in action. This case would be interesting for that aspect alone, to see if Ty could pull off the British accent for an extended length of time.

Zane huffed his annoyance and leaned away as Ty tried to poke at the ruby earring. “Trust me, I"ve got enough holes in my body. I wasn"t too thrilled about this one. But I guess it"s better than another bullet hole.”

Ty reached out to run his finger down Zane"s cheek, one eyebrow raised in amusement. “It"s too shiny not to mess with. You do realize I"m going to yank it at some point just to see you scream.”

Zane narrowed his eyes. “Try it and I"ll yank on something sensitive of yours, jerk,” he said with a light smack to Ty"s flank.

Ty"s palm flattened against Zane"s cheek, and he scooted closer, pressing his nose to Zane"s with an impish grin. Zane harrumphed quietly at the gesture. Ty was rarely playful; it was both fun and exasperating to see him this way. He ran his fingers through Ty"s now-blond hair. “Not too sure what I think about this,” he said with a slight frown. It didn"t look right at all, and he knew, despite what he just said, that he"d already decided he didn"t like it.

Ty grunted and pulled his head back, losing the playfulness.

“Yeah, well don"t get used to it. As soon as this shit"s over, I"m buzzing it all off,” he muttered as he turned his face away and pressed his nose into the pillow. He rolled and pushed his back against Zane as he burrowed under the pillow. He was like a very large puppy trying to take over a very small bed.

Zane shifted to his side and slid his arms around him, noting how his fingers caught on the bare flesh of Ty"s chest. He hadn"t noticed it when he"d been focused on fucking Ty"s brains out. “Good,” he murmured in agreement, happy to settle down and hold him close. As his palm cupped Ty"s shoulder, Zane remembered the missing tattoo.

He was almost afraid to ask. “How"d they get rid of the bulldog?”

Ty grunted and raised his head, pushing the pillow aside as he rolled in Zane"s arms and tossed a leg over his hip. He rotated his shoulder forward to inspect his bicep. “Some sort of synthetic cover-up.

Like movie makeup. They said it should be okay for about a week. And they taught me how to do it in case something happens to it.” He patted his arm consolingly. “Poor puppy.”

Zane laughed softly, but Ty didn"t seem to notice.

“I"m not sure what was more unpleasant. The waxing, the bleaching, or the manicure,” he told Zane in a disgruntled voice. He laid his head back down. “They used things on my fingers I haven"t seen since Afghanistan,” he muttered thoughtfully as he slid his arm under Zane"s and then looked at his fingertips, tangling their limbs together further. “And holy shit, did you get a massage? Brunnhilde went a little overboard with the deep tissue thing. My shoulders are killing me.”

The word “Afghanistan” caught Zane"s attention, but the mention of muscles hurting almost diverted it. Yeah, now that he thought about it, he was a little achy. The masseuse had told him he would be. But he"d also just done all the work in their little romp. “Yeah, I"m a little sore,” he said quietly, thinking about how little he knew of Ty"s past, especially things like tours in hostile Middle Eastern countries, a Marine Recon team being a family, and why he spoke Farsi like a native.

“I feel like I got picked up by a pterodactyl,” Ty muttered. He either didn"t realize his slip or was thankful Zane had ignored it. Either way, he was silent for a long time, looking at Zane with a slight smile.

Finally, he took Zane"s hand and kissed the tips of his fingers before rolling to his back.

Zane remained pressed against his side, settling his free hand on Ty"s belly. “I don"t see any bite marks but mine and the cat"s,” he teased. Ty groaned and rolled his eyes, looking at Zane sideways as he tried not to smile. “It"s okay. Nothing will show… as long as you wear a tie to the office tomorrow,” Zane added cheekily.