Fish & Chips

by Abigail Roux

  Ty kissed him passionately again, rutting against Zane’s hip slowly as he worked himself up. Zane met his kiss with more enthusiasm, and he gripped Ty’s hips, encouraging him. Hearing Ty, listening to him pant and groan, was setting Zane on edge even faster than feeling Ty rub against him.

  Ty pulled away from the kiss abruptly, pushing up onto his hands and knees again. Only this time he didn’t try to move Zane. He lowered his head and kissed at Zane’s chest as he crawled backward, Zane’s fingers dragging up Ty’s sides as Ty moved while pressing a tantalizing line of kisses down Zane’s stomach to his hip. Zane groaned and spread his legs, propping one knee up as he arched against Ty’s lips.

  Ty happily moved to let Zane lean his thigh against him. He reached for the other leg, sliding it up until the backs of both Zane’s thighs rested against the outsides of Ty’s broad shoulders, his head between Zane’s legs. He ducked his head to kiss at Zane’s inner thigh as his hands wrapped around Zane’s hips. The tension heightened along with Zane’s catching breath, and he forced himself to keep his eyes open so he could watch the erotic sight. Ty was severely testing his self-control.

  Ty looked up at him, his changeable eyes practically shining with mischief, and then he ducked his head once more and took Zane’s cock into his mouth. Zane swore under his breath as his body jerked, the hot wet of Ty’s mouth surrounding him. Once before—some weeks ago—Ty had done this. He’d gone down on Zane, and Zane hadn’t even been able to see it because it had been so damn dark in those mountains. He’d imagined what it would look like, though. But now… Christ. Now he didn’t have to imagine. He could see his cock sliding between those full lips, see Ty’s tongue lapping at him. Zane was suddenly sure he didn’t have enough control to enjoy this as long as he’d like.

  Ty arched his back, practically picking Zane’s hips up off the bed as he moved. His hand splayed across Zane’s lower belly, his fingers digging into Zane’s skin as his head bobbed rhythmically and he took Zane’s cock in deeper, sucking and licking and letting the shaft slide between his lips.

  Trying to draw out the pleasure was a fight in itself, and watching Ty work didn’t help. But Zane wouldn’t close his eyes, even as his entire groin tightened dangerously in response to Ty’s sucking. Zane was close, so close. He found his hips rocking upward as he tried to thrust himself into Ty’s hot, wet mouth. He reached down and pushed at Ty’s shoulder in warning, trying to draw the pleasure out at least a little.

  Ty let him slide slowly out, looking up at Zane briefly as he let the head of Zane’s cock rest against his lips in a tantalizing display.

  “Christ, you’re good at that,” Zane gasped out mindlessly.

  Ty laughed almost soundlessly. Then he winked and proceeded to lick Zane’s cock from the head all the way down the shaft and back up. He pressed his lips together hard, then forced Zane back between his lips.

  A harsh cry ripped out of Zane as his back arched and his hands flailed, trying to catch and push at Ty’s arms in warning. But Ty tightened his hold on him, pinning him to the mattress and swirling his tongue around the head of Zane’s cock before bobbing his head up and down and sucking on him hard.

  “Ty,” Zane ground out as he writhed, “I’m—” A rough gasp replaced his words as he lost the fight to hold back his climax. His orgasm swept over him, and he came while still in Ty’s mouth, spurting against his tongue, sending warm pulses to the back of Ty’s throat. The very thought and sight of it was driving Zane out of his mind even as he shot his load.

  Ty didn’t seem to mind, groaning wantonly and continuing to suck him and swallow as Zane came. The pleasure went on and on, building until Zane cried out and jerked in Ty’s arms, trying to get loose as his cock turned so sensitive he couldn’t help but gasp and shiver.

  Ty finally relented, lifting his head and loosening his grip on Zane’s hips to let him move. He sat back and watched, grinning as Zane shuddered and groaned and clutched at the bedspread. Ty licked his lips and pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, trying not to smile. “You’re too easy,” he told Zane again in a pleased voice.

  Zane groaned again as he shifted to lay flat on his back again, his legs still spread with Ty between his knees. “You think resisting you doing that is easy?” Zane managed to get out between breaths.

  Ty reached out, ran his palm over Zane’s knee, then patted his thigh, and crawled up between his legs to kiss him. “It’s fun anyway,” he murmured before kissing him again.

  “Fuck yeah, it is,” Zane agreed fervently after their lips parted again. He liked the slight hint of himself on Ty’s lips; it caused the possessiveness in him to grow exponentially. He ran his fingers over Ty’s swollen lips. “I really wanted to see that up on that mountain.”

  “Well, there you go,” Ty drawled.

  “Probably a good thing I didn’t. I wouldn’t have been able to keep quiet.” Zane shivered again and pulled Ty down on top of him.

  Ty gave a grunt and fell against him gracelessly. He pushed his face into Zane’s neck and growled, the sound low in the back of his throat as he ran his hands down Zane’s arms and tightened his grip around his elbows. The sound also sent an anticipatory shiver through Zane’s body.

  He moved his hands to grip Ty’s hips, forcing them down against his own, shifting under them, and feeling Ty’s hard cock against him. “C’mon, baby,” he whispered in Ty’s ear. “I want to feel you.”

  Ty made another frustrated sound against Zane’s skin, pressing his body down into Zane’s demandingly. “I’ve gone a whole fucking week without breaking character,” he reminded Zane.

  “And you’ve done a wonderful job,” Zane said before licking at Ty’s earlobe and sucking it between his lips.

  Ty slid his fingers into Zane’s hair and gripped it hard, pulling Zane’s head back to kiss at his chin. “You’re going to make me fuck you, aren’t you,” he said in a defeated voice, though he didn’t really sound too upset about the prospect of falling out of the submissive mindset of the false Del Porter.

  Zane practically purred as he arched up into him. “I can’t make you do anything,” he said before sighing. “But I can’t fuck you so soon after you sucked my brains out through my dick.”

  Ty snorted and pushed up onto his hands and knees to look down at Zane with a crooked grin. “You’re so freaking romantic. I don’t know how I keep my pants on.”

  Zane grinned and laughed. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, kissed Ty longingly, and scooted back to lean against the headboard. “Well then,” he drawled, injecting the darkness of Corbin’s voice into his own as he tried to slip into that hateful character, “give me a show, doll.”

  Ty shook his head and crawled toward Zane again. “I refuse to do the accent during sex,” he claimed stubbornly as he grabbed the backs of Zane’s knees and pulled until he lay flat again.

  Zane raised an eyebrow as he let Ty move him. He reached up and pressed his palm against Ty’s chest, dragging it down to his belly and farther to tease between his legs. “My my, feeling uppity tonight, are you? Two refusals so far. What’s next?”

  “I didn’t say I refused,” Ty murmured before kissing him languidly. Zane slid his tongue messily along Ty’s bottom lip and cupped one side of his face in his palm, caressing gently. Ty could turn him hot and cold and back inside a minute’s time, and that was while fully clothed and often armed. In this situation he didn’t have a chance, and his gut cramped pleasantly in recognition of the fact.

  Ty’s fingers trailed down Zane’s chest as he hovered over him. His nose pressed against Zane’s cheek, and his lips just barely grazed Zane’s as he spoke. “You want a show?” he asked in a whisper.

  Most of Zane’s brain checked out as he flushed with heat thinking about the many and varied connotations of that offer. “Yeah,” he rasped.

  Ty remained motionless for a moment, and then he slowly glanced his lower lip against Zane’s before pushing up to kneel over him. Now, Ty was not what Zane would ever think of as a
n exhibitionist. But he had done a lot of things this week Zane never thought he would or could do. Ty slid his hands under the soft material of the cream-colored pants he wore and pushed them down to his knees, exposing himself to Zane’s appreciative gaze. Ty didn’t attempt to remove them further, though, instead straddling Zane’s thighs as he let one hand drift across Zane’s belly. His other hand slid slowly up his own thigh as he watched Zane, who had to swallow hard. His eyes darted from Ty’s face to his hands and back.

  They’d never been like this with each other: just watching, not even really touching. They’d always been satisfied by fucking out the arousal, though that was fast becoming only a temporary fix. Zane didn’t think there was a way he’d not want Ty anymore, and the quiet times they lay together were becoming more addictive. At this moment, there was no choice but to watch, and it was so intimate Zane could hardly stand it.

  Ty’s hand moved slowly at first, his eyes fluttering closed and his head tilting back as he sat over Zane’s thighs and stroked himself. His other hand merely rested on Zane’s belly. He groaned softly, opening his eyes to look down at Zane again. Zane was riveted by the sight before him. Ty’s long fingers curled around his cock as he touched himself in the way that most pleased him. Zane had to remind himself to breathe as he moistened his lips. Ty spared him a knowing smirk before speeding his hand and moaning softly. The fingers on Zane’s belly began to curl, dragging against his skin as Ty’s head fell back and he pushed his hips forward into his own hand. Zane fought the urge to groan as his body reacted more quickly than he would have expected. Then again, he’d never had this kind of visual, indirect stimulation to help him recover. Ty straddling him, his pants pushed down haphazardly, and his hard cock in his hand was the most debauched show Zane could imagine.

  Ty’s eyes were closed again, his soft moans almost constant as he stroked himself. He climbed onto his knees and edged forward. The pants cooperated, sliding down his legs to his calves, and he placed his other hand flat on Zane’s chest as he lowered himself again to sit and rub against Zane’s groin. Zane’s hardening cock slid against Ty’s ass as he arched his body. His hand moved faster, and every inch of Ty’s tight muscles telegraphed his pleasure and how much he wanted Zane inside him as he touched himself.

  “Jesus,” Zane swore under his breath, his hands moving unconsciously to Ty’s thighs and gripping them. He was starting to ache now, the pressure of Ty’s weight and movement making it wonderfully worse. His eyes widened as he tried to take in as much of the sight as he could. Ty was moving constantly, writhing, unable to remain still as the pleasure built. His blunt fingernails dragged across Zane’s chest as his hips rocked. He groaned wantonly and gasped Zane’s name as his shoulders hunched and his body coiled.

  Zane was speaking before he realized it. “That’s it, baby. Wanna hear you. Wanna see you come all over me. C’mon, baby,” he said hoarsely as he lifted his hips up to grind against Ty’s rutting.

  Ty gasped and rocked down into Zane’s body under him, his hand squeezing hard as his entire body tensed. He gave a sudden shout, short and hoarse, and his shoulders snapped back as he began to empty himself onto Zane’s belly.

  “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.

  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 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 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.