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Ty took a step back and put his hand on Zane"s chest, raising one eyebrow playfully as he used the other hand to point at himself. Zane now saw that Ty"s usually callused hands and fingers were now well-manicured and relatively smooth, making the newest scar on his hand even more noticeable. “Hold your horses, Lone Star. Are you calling me stupid?”

“No way. I have a sense of self-preservation,” Zane said as he set his hands on Ty"s hips, their chests brushing.

Ty bit his lip and sucked air through his teeth, raising his chin as if considering what Zane had just said. “Since when?” he finally asked softly.

Surprised, Zane straightened, reviewing his words. He inhaled slowly, pushing away a slight dizzy feeling. Ty made him feel like that more and more lately. “Since I got a partner I trust,” he answered.

Ty looked at him seriously as he stepped closer, letting Zane"s arms encircle his hips. He put one hand on Zane"s upper arm, fingers digging into his bicep. He reached up with the other hand to touch Zane"s face, gliding his fingertips along Zane"s lips as he looked him over. It was an odd gesture from his normally undemonstrative partner, one that struck Zane silent as he waited for Ty"s next move. He had expected Ty to make another comment or wisecrack, but Ty said 26 | Madeleine Urban & Abigail Roux

nothing, letting his fingers slide down Zane"s neck, over his chest, down to his waist to disappear under the unbuttoned shirt Zane still wore. Zane shivered.

“Care to help me get into character?” Ty whispered with a mischievous smile.

Zane hummed slightly and pulled Ty flush against him. “What kind of help do you need?”

Ty pushed up on the tips of his toes, brushing his parted lips against Zane"s. They were warm and moist, and Zane slipped his tongue out to wet his lower lip practically as soon as Ty pulled back and moved both hands over Ty"s body in slow, deliberate motions, coasting across that incredible-looking amazingly silken skin.

Ty slid his hands up and down Zane"s chest and arms and then wrapped his arms around Zane"s neck—something Zane didn"t think he"d ever done before—and kissed him again. It was a soft, tantalizing kiss, one that begged for Zane to come and get more.

Zane"s body reacted in a hurry: his pulse picked up, and he could feel his cock swelling in his pants. With a soft growl, he wrapped one arm around Ty and trapped him against his chest as Ty tried to take a step away. Ty laughed softly, and Zane answered the teasing kiss with a firmer, wetter one.

Ty gave him a low moan as he arched his back just enough to press closer against Zane. The sound was something else wholly unlike him, at least at this stage in their fondling. He seemed to be trying his best to
make
Zane drag him to bed. If this was what he meant by getting into character… then
damn
. The passive-aggressive seduction was a hell of a turn-on and a successful enough tactic that Zane wasn"t going to worry about being manipulated right now. Instead, he slipped his hand into the back waistband of Ty"s suit pants and dragged his fingers around to the front, where he pulled at the button.

Ty didn"t move to help like he usually did, just ran the fingers of both hands through Zane"s hair as he waited patiently for Zane to get his clothes off. It was so odd, Zane couldn"t help but chuckle. It was obvious Ty was enjoying the teasing. It probably wasn"t a role he"d Fish & Chips | 27

ever had much opportunity to play. When Zane paused, Ty moved closer, pressing into him again as he nipped at Zane"s ear.

“Doesn"t seem like you need much practice. What"s gotten into you?” Zane murmured as he dragged his lips along Ty"s exposed throat. He unfastened Ty"s pants and started pushing them down over his hips.

“Nothing, yet,” Ty answered with a slow grin. “That"s your job,”

he said softly, his breath gusting across Zane"s cheek.

Zane groaned as he moved his hands to squeeze Ty"s ass and captured Ty"s lips with his own, this kiss hungrier as Zane shifted to grind himself against Ty"s thigh. It was a good thing Ty wasn"t this agreeable more often, he thought distantly. It was blowing Zane"s mind with how sexy it was. Ty would have him eating out of his hand if he behaved like this more often.

He"d probably be better off not mentioning that.

“Come on, beautiful,” Ty coaxed as he began to gently pull at him with the hand he had tangled in Zane"s hair. He steered him toward the bedroom door, kissing at him with those same soft, enticing kisses as he did so.

Zane lifted his brows in silent comment, but he wasn"t about to speak and ruin the moment. He wasn"t willing to release Ty for one second as he let himself be drawn along. But he did stop them long enough to push Ty against the doorjamb and suck and nip along Ty"s shoulder. Ty raised his chin and closed his eyes, moaning wantonly again as he let his fingertips slide down Zane"s neck.

“Fuck,” Zane groaned as he arched into Ty"s body and got them moving again into the bedroom. He wasn"t having any luck remembering if they"d done anything resembling foreplay before now.

They each knew what the other wanted, and that was the release. But this new side of Ty was hot and seriously, almost painfully, arousing.

Ty let his hands slide across the fronts of Zane"s shoulders, pushing Zane"s shirt back and down off his shoulders, and he wrapped his arms around Zane and kissed at his neck, his jaw, and his ear, all slow, sensual touches of his lips to Zane"s skin as he caressed him. He 28 | Madeleine Urban & Abigail Roux

pulled the shirt down and off Zane"s arms as he pressed their bare skin together and nipped at Zane"s ear again.

Zane shivered, let out a harsh breath, and shook his shirt loose before gripping Ty"s hips inside the open pants and dragging him the last few feet to the foot of the bed. His head fell back to allow Ty more access to his neck as he spread his stance and gathered Ty right up against him.

“Zane,” Ty murmured breathlessly as he pulled away just enough to push his own briefs down and tug at Zane"s pants. Fumbling as he reached between them to unfasten his belt and pants, Zane cursed under his breath as he finally got the button undone and the zipper down so Ty"s hands could snake inside to touch him. Zane was erect in his underwear, the soft cotton boxer-briefs doing nothing to rein him in.

Ty"s hands began sliding against his skin, trying to push the pants down and pull Zane closer at the same time. His lips just barely brushed Zane"s, tempting him, enticing him to dive down for the contact. Zane"s tongue slid along Ty"s lower lip as he chased those full, wet lips, and he nipped at Ty"s tongue when Ty"s hand closed over his erection.

“Fuck,” Zane hissed. “You"re driving me insane.”

Ty smiled against his cheek. “You"re the one in the driver"s seat.

Do something about it,” he invited in a silky voice as he let his lips move against Zane"s as he spoke.

Zane pulled back with a gasp and shoved Ty down to the bed.

Holding onto his aching cock, Zane pushed his pants down with his other hand and kicked them aside, staring down at his lover. He craved him; it was crazy how turned on Zane was.

Ty turned his head slightly to look up at him, and he smiled again, clearly pleased with himself. He kicked off his briefs and pushed himself back into the middle of the bed, laying himself out invitingly.

The ease with which he was submitting was all still very suspicious.

Narrowing his eyes, Zane looked over Ty"s nude body as he pushed off his own briefs, wondering just how amenable his lover was feeling tonight. After a moment"s consideration—and admiration—Zane pointed at him and rotated his finger in a silent “roll over” order.

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To Zane"s increasing surprise, Ty"s smile widened, and he obediently rolled over onto his stomach and pressed his face against the sheets, pushing his hips up in a slow, sensual motion.

Now Zane knew something was up. But damn if he was passing on an opportunity like this one. If he had to pay for it later, so be it.

Crawling over Ty"s thighs, Zane rubbed his groin against Ty"s firm ass.

Humming slightly, he bent to bite hard at Ty"s neck as one hand slid down Ty"s spine.

Ty gave a soft, plaintive gasp when he was bitten, but he pushed his hips up to meet Zane without further complaint. He groaned softly as their bodies touched and Zane"s weight settled over him, the sound muffled by the much-washed cotton.

Zane grabbed for the drawer next to the bed and yanked it open, pulled out a condom and a tube of lubricant, and slicked his fingers. He reached down and tugged Ty"s hip up, holding him firmly as he dragged one finger down Ty"s cleft, leaving a thin trail of lubricant behind. He could see Ty shudder and clench, and it made his gut cramp in sympathy. He knew very well that moment of anticipation, waiting for Ty"s fingers.

Ty sighed loudly as he lowered his head and spread his knees wider, practically begging Zane to fuck him. “I don"t need that,” he told Zane with certainty. Zane sucked in a breath as he spread out his hand over one ass cheek, squeezing greedily. He knew Ty hadn"t been drinking this evening to mentally prepare himself for his less-substantial role on this cruise, but beer or drugs never made him this easy to handle, even when they were in the midst of fucking. Was this Ty"s interpretation of Del Porter? Was this the Ty he"d be seeing for the next two weeks?

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.

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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 Fish & Chips | 31

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.