Ball & Chain

Zane was hard, too, straining against his boxers. He whimpered, desperate for more. It wasn’t often that Zane wanted this from Ty—needed it, begged for it—but when he did, Ty would nearly eat him alive before getting him off.



Zane so desperately wanted to be eaten alive right now, just to reaffirm that everything would be normal again, that Ty would return to his irascible self and still be able to make Zane’s knees weak with a smirk. That one day Ty would ask him to marry him again and Zane would say yes without a second thought.



Ty pushed at Zane’s boxers, rising up just enough to shove them down Zane’s hips before plunging his hand into Zane’s hair. Zane had let it grow a little longer, and Ty seemed to love it. He gripped Zane hard, holding him still as he took his fill of the kiss. Then he yanked Zane’s head back and ducked to kiss at the tender skin of his neck.



Arching under him, Zane bared his throat. He moaned when Ty bit him. He knew what Ty was going to do to him just by the way he kissed him, by the tense energy already emanating from Ty’s body. “Yes . . . please.”



Ty kissed him again, covering the words with his mouth and licking at Zane’s tongue before working his way over Zane’s chin, down his neck, and across his chest to bite at the hard muscle of his shoulder. With every movement, Ty’s hand tightened in his hair. Each tug drew a soft groan, and each groan caused Ty to come back for another kiss. If Ty continued this way, he was never going to reach his goal, and Zane was going to come long before he got close.



Finally, Ty let go of Zane’s hair and slid both hands under Zane’s shoulders instead, jerking him against the floor as he kissed and bit along his chest. He sucked a nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue over it.



The moans tearing out of Zane were growing steadily louder. He was vocal anytime he was enjoying himself with his lover; he saw no reason to hold it back, especially when Ty loved to hear it so damn much. He didn’t care if everyone in the mansion heard them. They no longer had to hide, not from anyone.



Ty couldn’t seem to keep himself from Zane’s mouth, and he pushed up to kiss Zane again, mumbling to him between the harsh kisses. His beard scratched at Zane’s tender skin. His grip was hard enough to make Zane squirm. His muscles bunched under Zane’s fingers. He felt like a wild animal in Zane’s arms, barely under control.



Then he was back to trailing down Zane’s body as Zane shifted under him. Ty’s hands slid underneath him as he finally got to Zane’s hip and bit him, just hard enough to leave a red mark. It drew a cry of pleasure out of Zane. Ty sat up and yanked Zane’s boxers off, then propped the back of Zane’s thigh against his shoulder before bending over him and licking the head of his cock.



“Oh God, I love it when you do this.”



Ty wrapped his arm around Zane’s thigh. For some reason it made Zane feel vulnerable, propping that leg up on Ty’s solid shoulder, watching him insinuate himself between Zane’s legs to take his cock into his mouth. It made him feel vulnerable, and he loved it. It turned him on because Ty was the only person who’d ever made him feel that.



He shuddered and clutched at the rug as he thrust his hips toward Ty’s sinful mouth. “Oh God, please,” he whispered. “Baby, please.”



He would beg, plead, and grovel if he needed to. He’d never done that for anyone before, but he was irrevocably addicted to Ty’s touch, to the way Ty made him feel. And he loved the way his begging spurred Ty on.



Ty’s fingers dug into the front of Zane’s hip as he held him in place and went down on him. It took him a few attempts, but he finally got the head of Zane’s cock to the back of his throat and swallowed around it. A strangled yell from Zane echoed off the stone walls around them, and he strained uselessly to snap his hips up for more. The hot slide of Ty’s tongue all over him was irresistible.



Someone banged on the wall, followed by a taunting whoop from their audience next door. It was a far cry from the fear Ty must have lived with all his life of being exposed, to have his friends catcall him as he fucked his boyfriend.



Ty continued on, seemingly devoted to making Zane lose it. But then he stopped abruptly, pulling off Zane’s cock with one last lick from balls to head.



“No, no, please,” Zane gasped, reaching for Ty desperately. “Please, don’t stop, baby.”



Ty let Zane’s leg slide off his shoulder and knelt between Zane’s knees. Zane’s pleas ceased when he saw the look in Ty’s eyes. Ty slid both palms up Zane’s torso, his fingers dragging against the muscles, ending up at Zane’s shoulders and pushing him into the floor. He kissed him passionately, practically devouring him as he rutted against Zane’s thigh. Zane moaned against his mouth, offering up complete control of his body and mind. Hell, his soul if Ty wanted it.



It was times like this, times when Ty gave in to utter passion, that his true strength revealed itself. It was a heady feeling, being completely under his control. Zane loved to imagine sometimes what it would be like to meet Ty in battle, to be at the mercy of this sort of power. Ty’s hands moved all over Zane’s body, alternately holding him down and pulling him up off the floor to suit whatever whims Ty had. It took a lot of muscle to manhandle someone Zane’s size so effortlessly.



Finally, he reached for the bottle of lubricant, then found one of Zane’s hands without breaking their kiss and squeezed some into his palm. Dazed, Zane dragged open his eyes as he panted and shivered under Ty, wondering what he was going to tell him to do. Zane would do anything right now to please him. To please them both.



“Get me ready,” Ty growled.



He groaned as soon as Zane touched him, bowing his back to bite at Zane’s lip. Their foreheads pressed together, their gasps mingling, and Ty whispered “I love you” between each kiss.



Zane spread his legs farther apart as he jacked Ty. “Fuck me, baby,” he rasped. “I need it.”



Ty’s harsh breaths gusted across Zane’s cheek and ear as he kissed toward Zane’s neck and bit him right beneath his earlobe. He pulled at Zane’s hair, jerking his head to the side, dropping little nips that left enough sting for Zane to want more. And Zane begged for them with broken sounds and soft cries.



Ty put his lips to Zane’s ear. “Louder.”



Zane fought to swallow. His cock jumped against Ty’s hip.



“Louder, Zane,” Ty ordered, voice going sharper. It was an order, just like the ones he gave in the field to Marines who hopped to obey his every command. Like he was finally declaring to the world, to anyone who would listen, that Zane was his.



With his other hand, Ty pulled Zane’s leg up and sideways until Zane lay on his side, leg tucked up to his chest. He grabbed Zane’s wrist and slammed it to the ground beside Zane’s head, pinning him, twisting him, then scraped his teeth over Zane’s ribs as he flexed his hips, going for the spot that was most exposed, that felt the most vulnerable. Zane tried to curl and couldn’t.



Zane’s desperate half growl tore out of him as he writhed under Ty, body twisted, so turned on that it hurt, jolted by sweet agony every time Ty almost entered him.



“Ty . . . Ty, oh fucking God, please,” he whimpered, his entire body shaking. “Please . . .”



Ty pushed at his head to turn him into another brutal kiss. “Louder,” he snarled.



“Please!”



Ty’s hands tightened almost painfully, and he flexed his hips, and the angle of Zane’s twisted body was just right to let him push the head of his cock inside. He rocked there several times, forcing Zane apart, causing him to cry out again, then he shoved in harder, rocking Zane’s body against the thick carpet.



Zane’s shout of pleasure and pain echoed off the walls. His gasps were caught between Ty’s lips, and it was a near-impossible struggle to stay still as Ty rocked into him, to keep his hips at that perfect angle, one leg straight between Ty’s knees and one drawn up to his chest as Ty took him from above. He needed to move, to ease the ache of invasion, to intensify the brutal pressure. God, he loved it, Ty forcing his way in, laying claim to Zane’s body.



He was on the edge of completely falling apart. Thank Christ Ty was there to keep him together, just like he’d always been. His cries turned to wails. “Please!”



Ty finally loosened his hold, and his hands began to roam again as he started a slow, steady rhythm. “Move, baby.”



“Oh fuck, thank you,” Zane gasped, turning to angle his hips as Ty pushed into him. He squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them to see Ty over his shoulder.



“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Ty panted. He pulled at Zane’s leg, turning him again to laying him out flat, belly to the rug, hips off the floor, and drove into him mercilessly.



Zane’s shouts became louder and more frequent. He looked over his shoulder so he could see Ty fucking him, see him losing control. Ty pressed his cheek against Zane’s shoulder as he picked up his pace, his panting breaths harsh in Zane’s ear and sweat dripping from his temples. Zane loved the sensation of Ty’s hips flexing against his ass, his knees pushing at Zane’s with each thrust, his fingers digging into Zane’s shoulders as Ty used his body for leverage.



Zane couldn’t have stopped his cries if he’d wanted to. The pleasure was overwhelming, and not even the pain of his own need for release could distract him.



Ty slowed and pushed himself up, trailing gentle fingers over Zane’s shoulder blades. His hips were still thrusting into Zane, and his entire body was gleaming with sweat from his efforts and the heat of the fire just feet away. The change in momentum drove another husky wail out of Zane. His back arched almost painfully, and he threw a hand out, his fingers again digging helplessly for some sort of leverage from the rug.



“You better wait for me, you hear me?” Ty warned. He snapped his hips forward, driving deep into Zane with a growl of pleasure, forcing another shout.



Ty had been so close to the edge since he’d been home, fighting so hard to stay in control. Maybe what he needed was just to simply let it go.



“Don’t stop.”



Ty returned to the same punishing rhythm he’d started with, obviously not caring that Zane was trying to prolong it. Then he pulled back until the head of his cock was forcing the tight muscles of Zane’s ass to spread and spasm, and made Zane roll his body again, one leg up as Ty drove hard into him.



Their eyes met, neither of them blinking or looking away as Ty thrust into him over and over.



Ty couldn’t keep up the punishing rhythm for much longer, even though Zane begged him to continue. He pushed his face against Zane’s neck and cried out Zane’s name. Zane dragged his blunt fingernails down Ty’s back, pleading with him not to come yet, begging him to keep fucking him, hard and merciless. Ty’s answer was another agonized shout of Zane’s name as he emptied himself deep inside him.



Zane soaked it all in, quivering uncontrollably. Ty was solid and warm in his hands, and he didn’t let go while Ty kept moving inside him. He would never get enough of that feeling.



Ty’s hips continued to rock as he laid himself down over Zane. He moaned, the sound tortured and exhausted. “Jesus Christ, you’re fun to fuck,” he rumbled as he pressed his lips to Zane’s neck.



Zane groaned and shivered hard, turning his chin to give Ty all the access to his neck he wanted. That scruffy beard scraping across his skin was indescribably sexy. Whatever the reason Ty had grown it while he’d been gone, Zane was damn glad he’d kept it. Ty kissed under his jaw one last time before pulling out of him with a plaintive moan. He was damp, and his body glistened in the light of the fire and the morning sun.



Zane moved to take himself in hand, but Ty reached for him instead. He wrapped talented fingers around Zane’s cock and stroked him lazily as they kissed. Then he scooted down and took Zane’s cock in his mouth. It wasn’t long, maybe a minute or two, and Zane was shouting helplessly as his entire body seized, muscles cramping, fingers digging into Ty’s hair, hips jutting upward. He choked out a last moan and came so hard his vision sparkled, each thin stream coating Ty’s tongue as he sucked Zane through it, driving his moans louder and louder into a pained yell and then a begging sob.



Ty sucked and pumped him until Zane had spent every last drop of himself, then pulled off and kissed Zane’s hip. He rolled to his back and sprawled out on the rug, eyes closed and chest heaving.



The gust of air from Ty’s movement sent another shudder through Zane. He could still feel Ty all over him: smarting bite marks, the whisker burn on his throat and shoulders, rug burn on his chest, elbows, and knees, sore spots from Ty’s fingers digging in, and best of all, Ty’s cum sliding down his leg. He felt absolutely mauled.



Eyes still shut, he reached out to his side and his fingers met Ty’s hip. He stroked the heated, damp skin. A moment later, Ty’s fingers tangled with his, lacing together. Ty didn’t say anything. They were content to hold hands as they lay on the floor together, soaking in the warmth of the fire and the morning sun stretching toward them.



Once their breathing calmed and the ringing in Zane’s ears faded, he heard the muffled sound of Nick and Kelly in their bedroom, catcalling and applauding. Ty must have heard it as well, because they both began to laugh at the same time.



“Is it wrong that I’m turned on by the idea of forcing your friends to listen to us having sex?” Zane asked with a frown.



Ty laughed harder. “Just don’t tell Nick that. He’ll offer to critique your performance. Or worse, join us.”



“Can’t have that.” Zane dragged Ty closer, snuggling him even though they were both still sweating and kind of gross. “Did you see the note in the bathroom about saving water since the island is run on a self-sufficient energy system?”