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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,