Zane considered that silently and decided there was nothing he could say. He crossed his legs at the ankles and waited. Ty would either ask or move on to something else, and he would have to let it go.

Ty just nodded at him. He ran his hand through his bleached hair in a nervous gesture Zane rarely saw, and then he turned away and moved toward the balcony again. He seemed drawn to it, like it represented freedom or something equally nebulous. Zane kept his head turned to watch him and, after a couple minutes, shifted to pull his legs up on the chaise so he could lie down and still see Ty. It made him wonder: what could the question be that would make Ty so nervous?

Something to do with what he"d asked Zane? Maybe he was afraid Zane would ask him the same question. It had crossed Zane"s mind.

The muscles of Ty"s back and shoulders tensed as he stood there.

It was weird to see him without the dark hair and the tattoo on his arm.

It was also weird to see him in those clinging linen pants, but Zane would never be complaining about those.

Zane blinked. Tattoo. “Feel like some coloring?” he asked, deciding a change of subject would help Ty relax.

“Huh?” Ty asked as he turned around and looked at Zane like he"d lost his mind.

“Coloring. My tattoo,” Zane prompted. He was surprised by how taken aback Ty was. He must have really been lost in thought.

“Oh,” Ty murmured as he turned around and moved closer. “Hell, I"ll try anything at this point,” he agreed easily.

Zane told himself to forget about the unasked questions and focus on what could possibly be coming. If he played his cards right, he might be able to seduce Ty into topping him. Ty hadn"t broken character in the entire week they"d been here, and Zane missed being fucked. With Ty it was always an incredible thrill. “The pens are in my dopp kit on the vanity,” Zane told him.

Ty moved to get them without another word. Zane got up off the chaise, shrugged out of his shirt, pushed down his pants and briefs, and climbed naked onto the bed, settling comfortably on his belly. He"d hoped Ty would emerge from the bathroom without those nicely fitted linen pants, but Ty either wasn"t thinking ahead or Zane would have to try harder.

A moment later Ty ran his fingers up Zane"s spine, barely touching the skin as he sat down on the bed next to him. Zane shivered and closed his eyes. He didn"t know what it was about Ty"s touch, but it was electric every time.

“Better a pen than a pocket knife this time,” Ty murmured to him.

He pressed a kiss to Zane"s shoulder before uncapping the pen. “Ooh, these are the smelly good ones,” he said with an obvious grin.

Zane chuckled. “So easy to please,” he teased. “Be sure to color inside the black lines, not the white ones, please,” he requested, referring to the pale criss-cross of scars and pock marks already decorating his back. Some of those marks had come from said pocket knife when Ty had scraped glass and metal shards from an exploded computer monitor out of Zane"s back.

“Hey, I know my ink, okay?” Ty said in an offended voice. “It"s got a lot of curly things, huh?” he mumbled as he ran a fingertip over the design. He then put his free hand on Zane"s shoulder, letting his fingers slide across Zane"s scarred skin as he bent and pressed the tip of the pen to his back. He moved the pen in slow strokes, unconsciously moving his face closer and leaning more of his weight against Zane as he worked.

Closing his eyes, Zane focused his will on not twitching. The pen was almost a tickle, just barely firm enough to keep from triggering an unfortunate reaction of wiggling and helpless laughter. So he tried to think more about Ty"s weight on him and how he hadn"t been fucked for too long.

Just as he"d started on that line of thought, Ty began to blow on the pieces of the tattoo he"d drawn in already, and God help him, Zane squeaked.

Ty raised his head to look up at him. “Okay?” he asked in confusion. “It doesn"t burn, does it?” he asked dubiously.

Zane cleared his throat. “Ah, no, it"s okay. Just caught me by surprise.”

Ty shifted to his other knee, patted Zane"s bare ass, and then continued with the drawing. He moved slower on what Zane assumed were the thinner parts, his hand sliding across Zane"s skin in graceful arcs and curls, following the lines of the tattoo. And then he would stop and blow gently. Each time Zane inhaled sharply as his gut clenched and dug his fingers into the duvet.

“Almost done?” Zane asked through gritted teeth. He thanked God that the ink dried in about fifteen seconds—the woman at the spa had likened the pen to a Sharpie—and wouldn"t smear when he rolled over on it.

“One more curly thing,” Ty muttered. He blew on it carefully and then sat up and put the top on the pen with a snap. Zane almost made it, but that last flicker of breath across his skin sent a tremor through him, and he gasped quietly.

Ty finally took note of his reaction, and he placed his hand over Zane"s back, bent to kiss his shoulder, and then moved slowly to lean more of his weight against Zane"s body and whisper into his ear.

“You"re so easy.”

Zane groaned and curled his hands into the coverlet. “Guess you"ve got my number,” he said hoarsely.

Ty"s hand dragged across his shoulders and down his arm as Ty nuzzled against his neck. He kissed just below Zane"s ear, nipping at his earlobe and the ruby stud there. Zane hummed encouragingly and tipped his head to the side, exposing more of his neck as he pushed his ass up against Ty"s groin. Ty pulled at his shoulder, urging him to roll onto his back. He ducked his head to brush his lips against Zane"s as Zane shifted his weight and moved, his arms wrapping around Ty as he did. Zane bit gently at Ty"s lower lip and sighed, happy to feel his lover"s weight on top of him.

Ty moved until he was settled over Zane"s thighs, leaning into Zane heavily as he kissed him languidly. Both hands tangled in Zane"s hair, his elbows resting on Zane"s biceps and pinning his arms to the bed. Zane flexed his fingers and let his hands fall limp, investing himself in the kiss and the thrill of having Ty over him. Ty"s thigh rubbing against his aroused cock just made it more enjoyable.

The kiss became more heated as Ty moved his body against Zane"s, the soft material of Ty"s pants the only thing between them. Ty growled suddenly as he pushed up onto his hands and knees, and he hooked his elbows under Zane"s arms and dragged him into the center of the oversized round bed. Zane"s pulse picked up, thinking about the possibilities. When Ty was truly hot and bothered, it could be an amazing experience, like being mauled by a lion without the fuss of needing stitches after.

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.