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“So goddamn gorgeous,” Zane breathed, ignoring how hard he was and how much he wanted to flip Ty onto his back in favor of soaking in the sight of Ty as he climaxed.

Ty panted as he hunched over Zane, barely keeping himself from just flattening out. He breathed hard, his eyes closed and his breath gusting warm against Zane"s face. Then he raised his head slightly and kissed Zane passionately, moaning into the kiss as he laid his body out over Zane"s.

The wet slide of their skin sent another shock through Zane, and as they kissed he wrapped his arms around Ty and rolled them over, settling on top of him and grabbing his wrists to pin them to the bed.

The possessiveness in him flared nearly out of control as he took over the kiss hungrily.

Ty laughed breathily, his body relaxed and pliable under Zane.

“Baby,” he murmured, the sound so soft Zane wasn"t even sure Ty knew he"d said it.

Zane dragged his tongue down the side of Ty"s neck. “You ever wanna get fucked, now you know what to do to get it,” he growled, biting down on Ty"s collarbone and thrusting against his thigh.

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Ty laughed harder. “All I have to do to get fucked is look at you,”

he reminded wryly as he tried to wriggle out of the pants that still clung to his calves.

Zane huffed and climbed off him long enough to grab the bottle of lubricant and a condom off the side table. “Fine,” he said as he yanked Ty"s pants off and settled back between his knees, cussing as he tore into the box and ripped open a packet so he could roll a condom on. His belly was still sticky, and he ran his hand through it, then gripped his own cock and jacked himself slowly with a hand slicked by Ty"s come. “You ever wanna get fucked
hard
, now you know what to do to get it.”

“Oh God, yeah,” Ty groaned excitedly as he pulled his knees up and then wrapped his legs around Zane"s hips. He looked up at Zane, his eyes glazed and full of desire.

Zane was too wound up; it was tempting to just take Ty right then. But he made himself place one palm on Ty"s belly. He"d been fucking Ty every day, sometimes twice a day, for an entire week.

Sometimes without any form of preparation. Ty didn"t need it or want it, usually. They both liked it rough. But Zane always asked. “You want this without prep?” he rasped, patting Ty"s thigh.

“Yes,” Ty answered breathlessly. He closed his eyes and nodded, running his hands up Zane"s arms, letting his fingers drag over the defined muscles.

Zane shuddered as he grabbed for the little bottle and slathered himself with lubricant. He leaned forward, bracing himself on one arm as he guided his cock with the other. Ty flinched at the cold lubricant, but he lifted his hips and groaned as Zane pushed slowly into him.

After a couple slick slides he settled in and started to rock, but he could tell right away it was going to take a hard push to sink himself fully inside; even though he"d fucked him just that morning, Ty was tight and close around him, so tense and fucking warm. He always was.

Hoping to God he didn"t hurt him, Zane reached to slide his hand behind Ty"s head and lift it so he could capture Ty"s lips as he snapped his hips forward with a grunt.

Ty cried out desperately, the sound nearly muffled by Zane"s lips but not quite. His fingers dug into the back of Zane"s neck, and he 192 | Madeleine Urban & Abigail Roux

shouted hoarsely again as his entire body arched beneath Zane"s. Zane gasped for breath, pulled his hips back, and then sank in again, slower this time, though it was almost as difficult to move as Ty clamped down around him. Despite Ty"s bucking hips, Zane started to fuck Ty steadily, his breathing heavy, and he growled again as he grabbed Ty"s wrists and held him down. “Gonna fuck you "til you scream,” Zane ground out as he watched Ty"s face.

Ty could do little more than whimper and writhe in response. His eyes fluttered open to look up at Zane, but then he pushed his head back and closed them again, squirming beneath Zane and squeezing his knees together at Zane"s waist, lifting his hips to meet each of Zane"s thrusts. Wanting more room to move, Zane reared back and grasped behind each of Ty"s knees, pushing them toward Ty"s chest so he could thrust right against his ass, their skin slapping with each push.

Ty cried out again, struggling against Zane"s weight and starting up a litany of incoherent begging and cursing. He grasped for something to hold onto besides the sheets. He didn"t seem to know what to do with himself or with the pleasure as Zane rammed into him.

Zane realized he hadn"t seen it before—he"d always had Ty from behind, fucking him on his knees or bent over a table or against the wall of his bedroom. He"d never been between Ty"s legs like this, holding him down, feeling his body tense around him, watching him lose control.

Ty may have been acting the submissive this week, but surely he was too far gone to be actively thinking about it now… and Zane had done it to him. With a gasp for air, Zane lost his tenuous hold on his control and let loose for a series of brutal thrusts as he started to come again.

Ty threw his head back and cried his name desperately, and even in the midst of his orgasm, Zane could feel Ty"s body pulsing around him. Zane ducked his head and tried desperately not to lose that feeling.

Ty held to him tightly, breaths coming in ragged pants. He very nearly whimpered as Zane"s movements slowed, and he pressed his lips to Zane"s damp temple as his body practically melted, the tension seeping out of him. Zane held on to just enough strength to slowly lower Ty"s legs and settle himself down carefully before letting himself Fish & Chips | 193

relax atop Ty"s sweaty body with a long groan, his lips brushing Ty"s cheekbone.

Ty lay with his eyes closed, gulping air. “Jesus, Zane,” he finally managed to say.

Zane grunted and pressed a kiss to Ty"s cheek. His head was still spinning, and he was afraid that if he opened his eyes the world would tilt. He just wanted to hold Ty close.

All too soon Ty moved beneath him, sighing as he gently tried to urge Zane to roll. The noise out of Zane"s throat was something of a protest, but he reached between them and carefully pulled out with a plaintive sigh. Ty groaned with him. Zane shifted so his weight rolled off Ty, and he lay against Ty"s side instead. Ty remained on his back, eyes closed and body limp. After a couple minutes of just breathing, Zane"s pulse began to settle, and he opened his eyes to look at his lover. Ty"s platinum hair was damp with sweat, and he had the back of his forearm resting over his eyes. The silver ring on his finger glinted in the light, catching the imperfections and scuffs Ty had already managed to inflict on it.

Seeing the spark dance across the ring, Zane realized his throat was tight, and he had to swallow twice to rid himself of the feeling as he blinked hard against prickling in his eyes. His chest felt like it had a lead weight on it, and Zane squeezed his eyes shut. It hurt, that feeling, that weight and tension, and he couldn"t deal with it right now. He didn"t want to hurt like that when he looked at Ty.

Reopening his eyes, Zane reached up with one hand to touch Ty"s cheek. “Okay?” he rasped.

Ty groaned softly in response. “Remind me not to provoke you often,” he joked wryly.

Zane chuckled, letting his hand splay over Ty"s pec. “I suppose you do need to walk occasionally.”

Ty moved his hand to rest it over Zane"s, his fingers curling around Zane"s palm. He hadn"t opened his eyes yet. He seemed content to lie there with Zane and hold his hand. Zane had been about to pull away long enough to get rid of the condom, but he was loath to let go when Ty was so amenable. He felt their rings lightly knock together. At 194 | Madeleine Urban & Abigail Roux

that moment it made him want things he knew he couldn"t have and shouldn"t want, but Zane squeezed Ty"s fingers gently anyway.

“Zane,” Ty finally said in a low voice. He hadn"t moved, but his eyes were open, staring at the ceiling. Zane hummed softly in question.

Ty remained silent for a moment, apparently mulling it over before he finally asked, “Any reason why we couldn"t just ditch the condoms from now on?”

Surprise streaked through Zane so quickly that he caught his breath, and he had to force himself to resume breathing normally. He would never have guessed that question would come out of Ty"s mouth at this moment, especially considering how closely it resembled Zane"s half-formed desires. “No,” he answered, his voice low and quieter than he expected to hear. “No reason we couldn"t,” he clarified.

He felt more than saw the movement beside him as Ty turned his head to look at him. Ty didn"t say anything else. He just seemed to be either examining Zane for further reaction or pondering what to say next. With Ty he just never knew.

The silence around them seemed to roar in Zane"s ears, but it might have been the waves outside. He pulled his hand free of Ty"s and gently pressed his fingertips to Ty"s lips. Zane knew full well he"d committed himself to Ty months and months ago, even when Ty was still carrying on with barmaids in Baltimore. He"d never faced such an obvious statement of that commitment from Ty, though, even after Ty had flat out told him he wanted to be with him. It made Zane wonder what exactly Ty was thinking. His eyes were hard to read, and he didn"t try to speak with Zane"s fingers over his mouth. But Zane could see the corners of his lips twitching into the beginnings of a crooked smile.

Zane lifted his fingers and laid his palm against Ty"s cheek as he mentally skimmed through several responses, discarding some as too intimate to bear, others too much of a joke. “You ask because…?”

Ty tilted his head slightly, his eyes not leaving Zane"s as he considered the question. “Because there hasn"t been anyone but you in a long time. And I don"t think there will be,” he answered bluntly.

There wasn"t any reason to play around, not when Ty was being so blatantly honest. “Good,” Zane whispered, his thumb brushing Ty"s Fish & Chips | 195

bottom lip. “I"ve… felt that way… for a while now,” he admitted haltingly.

Ty"s crooked smile grew, and he nodded. “I know.”

Zane wrinkled his nose and lowered his eyes, a little bit of embarrassment tickling at him. He hadn"t thought he was that easy to read. Ty"s fingers brushed over his wrist, sliding up his arm slowly, but Ty remained conspicuously silent. Zane looked up again, trying to let the nerves go. If there was anyone he should be comfortable with, truly be himself with, it was Ty. As their eyes met, he nodded, acknowledging that Ty knew him pretty damn well. He knew the good and the bad.

Ty was still smiling at him, but it was a gentle smile that was unusual for his partner. There was no trace of a tease, no joke in his eyes. He was as serious as Zane had ever imagined him being, but there was also a softness to him right then, a gentle tenderness that, combined with his sincerity, made Zane"s pulse pick up a little. He moved his hand back to cover Ty"s on Ty"s chest. Zane couldn"t think of anything to say, anything that wouldn"t ruin the mood. So instead he leaned in to press his lips gently to Ty"s.

Ty slid his hand up Zane"s shoulder and hugged him close as they kissed. When it ended, he was still smiling warmly, his hand on the back of Zane"s neck. “Go clean up,” he ordered gruffly, a smirk curling his lips as his hazel eyes shined with renewed mischief.

Zane kissed him again quickly before he sat up and moved to the precariously curved edge of the bed with a groan. He rubbed his hands over his face as his head whirled. That kiss was so damn… much. Zane sighed and stood, slowly stretching his arms up in the air and bowing his back before he let his arms flop back down. He pulled off the condom and padded toward the bathroom, glancing toward Ty as he crossed the room.

Ty had pushed himself up to sit in the bed. He was sitting cross-legged, his eyes closed and his head bowed as he ran a single finger across his eyebrow. His forehead was creased with worry lines, and he was almost imperceptibly rocking. Zane knew the signs of something weighing heavily on Ty"s mind. It made Zane"s stomach plummet as he entered the bathroom. He chucked the condom at the wastebasket and 196 | Madeleine Urban & Abigail Roux

turned to head back to the bed, climbing onto the mattress and reaching out to touch.

Ty looked up at him critically. “That was not cleaning off,” he said with a laugh.

“What?” Zane said with a wave to his own body.

“You didn"t even bring me a towel! What kind of Romeo are you, huh?” Ty teased easily.

Zane frowned slightly, his hand pausing just short of Ty"s chest.

He wasn"t able to reconcile Ty"s quick shift of hidden emotions, and it bothered him. That frown he"d seen on Ty"s face bothered him. But he offered Ty a half a smile, pushed himself off the bed, and padded into the bathroom, where he turned on the light and looked at himself in the mirror as he rubbed his chest, trying to banish that tightness that was making it difficult to breathe. The worry lines on Ty"s forehead when he didn"t know Zane could see scared him. He was terrified that Ty would pull away from him if he knew how the possessiveness Zane felt was growing into a serious addiction. Zane knew how Ty felt about addictions.

If Zane let himself feel more, if he let this want grow, it would drive Ty away. And it would hurt like hell when he lost him.