ZANE COMES HOME LATE

ZANE COMES HOME LATE

Zane had been working late, pulling together a surveillance report on some suspected smuggling going on in the Inner Harbor.  Ty had been wrapped up in his softball games.  They hadn’t done much but sleep next to each other in a couple weeks.  Zane missed showing up to Ty’s games, seeing him play.  He truly was the glue that held the team together.  When he was ‘on’, there was nothing Zane enjoyed watching more.  Hopefully next week he could catch a game, since he was presenting the surveillance report to Mac and the ASAICs on Monday to see if further action was warranted.  Zane was glad the work week was finally over, even though the case report wasn’t completely done.  He still had the weekend to finish it up.

Zane unlocked the door of the row house and quietly set his keys in the bowl, next to Ty’s.  He saw Ty’s pack by the stairs, and his leather jacket thrown over one of the barstools at the kitchen counter.  It was almost nine o’clock; Zane shook his head at what a rut he’d fallen into, and vowed to break out of it.  Keeping Ty’s interest was a full time job, and he couldn’t do it if he wasn’t around.  He squatted down to unlace his shoes, then kicked them off.  Taking the stairs two at a time, he quietly crept to the door of the bedroom.  There was enough light from the window to see Ty’s form on the bed, half covered by a thin sheet.  He was bare to the waist, but Zane suspected he had his jeans and socks on; that was classic Ty, being at least partly ready to spring into action. 

Zane returned back downstairs and pulled the unfinished report out of his briefcase.  It was already a thick stack of legal paper and would be even more so before Monday.  He figured since Ty was already asleep, that if got some more done on it tonight, it would give them more free time together over the weekend when Ty was awake to enjoy it.  Thoughts of Ty’s bare torso upstairs and the resultant stiffening in his trousers were pushed aside as Zane cracked open the folder containing his notes and the surveillance photos.

Ty started awake, reaching for the gun under his pillow.  It was there.  He sprang from the bed, wide awake, quickly moving to the open bedroom door.  Lights were on downstairs; Ty wasn’t totally sure if he had left them on or not.  He hadn’t heard Zane come home.  He gave a quick glance at the digital clock on the nightstand.  10:37pm.  What had awoken him?  It didn’t matter; he had to sweep the place for his own piece of mind.  And where the hell was Zane?  He usually texted if he was going to be this late. 

Ty made his way down the stairs silently, gun in hand.  Landing at the bottom, he saw the kitchen lights were on, an empty coffee mug on the counter.  Beyond that, the living room seemed dark and quiet.  Looking more closely, Ty saw a few pieces of paper and a pen on the carpet.  Just above them, hanging over the arm of the sofa, was a familiar forearm and hand, the dress shirt rolled up.  Zane had fallen asleep working.  Ty put the gun in the back of his jeans and tiptoed over, squatting down in front of his partner.

Zane’s head was slumped forward on his chest.  The reading glasses were askance, out of line with his eyes.  A few papers remained in his lap, the rest having fallen to the floor.  Ty’s eyes went soft as he watched Zane’s chest rise and fall.  Zane’s other hand was held across his midsection, stretching the partly unbuttoned shirt and exposing a section of his tan chest, thick with dark hair. 

Ty leaned in close, and tried to gently remove the reading glasses.  Damn, Zane rocked the sexy nerd look, what with his dark hair and stubble.  But Zane jumped, startled, coming awake and grabbing Ty’s arms instinctively.  Ty realized he thought he was fending off an attack.  And in a way, he was.  “Hey, Night Owl, it’s just me, I’ve got you,” Ty said softly.  Zane blinked, then relaxed back and let Ty finish removing his glasses.  “What time is it?  Shit I fell asleep, sorry,” Zane said.

“Doesn’t matter,” Ty replied, his hands busy unbuttoning Zane’s shirt the rest of the way.  Zane stayed relaxed, just letting Ty do what he wanted.  Once all the buttons were open, Ty gave the shirttails a couple quick yanks to free the shirt from Zane’s torso.  Zane had leaned up through the waist a bit, and Ty could never get enough of his toned torso.  He slipped his arms low around Zane’s lower back, bringing his head down.  Zane brought his hand up to cup the back of Ty’s head as he latched onto one of Zane’s nipples.  Zane arched his back, getting hard in his trousers.  Ty worked his way across Zane’s pecs to the other one, giving it the same treatment.  Then he kissed his way down Zane’s abs, the hair thickening as it approached his navel.  He kept going down the treasure trail as Zane raised his hips and unbuckled his belt.  Ty did the honors on Zane’s fly, pulling back the fabric to expose the big bulge in Zane’s skimpy briefs.  Ty looked up, and they locked eyes.  Zane was flushed, breathing shallowly.  Ty didn’t often suck cock, so Zane wasn’t going to say a word and risk breaking the spell.  Still looking at Zane, Ty easily pulled the elastic waistband down, reached in to heft Zane’s balls out, and then admired his handiwork.  Zane’s cock was fully hard, big swollen balls held up by the elastic under them, thick shaft standing proudly above.  Precum glistened at Zane’s cockhead.  Ty was mesmerized; damn, the man was hung.  Ty eyed his lover’s cock for a brief moment, savoring the sight, before he opened wide and swallowed Zane deep.  Zane groaned and gently ran his hand over Ty’s hair.  Soon Zane’s cock was coated with spit, and Ty held his balls in his hand, rolling them around, gently working on coaxing a load out of them.  “You can…  be rougher with my balls,” Zane said hesitantly.  Ty circled Zane’s balls with his thumb and forefinger, tugging on them a bit painfully.  Zane reacted strongly, bucking up into Ty’s mouth.  Zane drank in the sight of Ty’s broad shoulders and muscled arms; his stud ex-marine partner on his knees sucking his cock was a powerfully arousing sight.  Zane was getting close.  Ty used a sweat slick finger to prod up under Zane’s balls and tease his hole.  “Oh god,” Zane moaned, his head laid back on the sofa.  Ty pulled off for a brief second, muttering, “You’re getting fucked after this.”  Zane nodded, murmuring agreement.  Ty shoved the finger further into Zane’s tight opening as he tugged hard on his balls.  Zane bucked up, held Ty’s head tight, and unloaded a week’s worth of pent up spunk down his throat.  Zane watched Ty calmly take his load, his throat and neck expanding and contracting with each spurt.  Then he pulled off and licked the head as he relaxed his hold on Zane’s balls.  He looked up at Zane shyly as he moved in and gave Zane’s furry six pack a kiss.  Zane’s hand continued to gently caress Ty’s face.  Before Zane could express his gratitude at the unexpected but awesome servicing, Ty rocked back on his heels, nodded his head firmly towards the stairs, and said, “Upstairs, face down, bite the pillow.”  “Yes, sir,” Zane said, grinning.  They both knew that was how Zane liked it best, being taken roughly from behind, with no choice in the matter.  He could already feel Ty’s hand forcibly holding his neck down to the bed as he struggled to his feet, trying to pull up his pants, put away his half hard cock, and walk at the same time.  It was good to be out of the rut.