Yours & Mine
Zane put the last dish away, dried his hands, and shut off the kitchen light. The living room was anything but dark, though, with the ambient light from the crackling fire and the colored lights on the tree. It made for a pretty picture, one Zane would never have expected to have: a home for the holidays with his lover and nothing hanging over his head. It was an incredible feeling.
He padded over to the stairs in his socks, plucking at his loose sweatpants. “Are you coming back down here or am I turning off the tree?”
“Don’t turn it off,” Ty called down. Zane could hear him walking around above him, and soon Ty came thumping down the steps. He wore reindeer socks and a pair of flannel pajama bottoms with Santa Clauses and candy canes all over them. This was their first real Christmas together, since they’d spent the last one on board a cruise ship in the brig. Zane had known that Ty enjoyed the holidays, but he’d been shocked to see just how much Ty loved Christmas.
“Since we’re leaving in the morning,” Ty said as he came downstairs, “I thought tonight would be a good night to do our gifts to each other.”
“Okay,” Zane said as he tried not to laugh at Ty’s pajama pants like he had the first five times he saw them. Yet again, he wasn’t really successful. “I thought about getting you flannel pajamas,” he said, snapping the elastic of the waistband at the small of Ty’s back as he walked by. “But then I saw these, and I knew I would never top them.”
“Grinch,” Ty said as he went to the refrigerator and grabbed one of the plastic water bottles he kept beside it on the counter. He moved back toward Zane and stepped closer, kissing him before he strolled into the living room.
Zane followed right behind him, and when Ty stopped, Zane slid his arms around Ty’s waist and hugged him from behind.
Zane had really enjoyed the holidays this year. It had started the first day of October when Zane had come home from the gym to find Ty hanging off the roof of the rowhouse three stories up, putting up Halloween decorations. Thanksgiving had been low key, a short trip to Philadelphia to visit with Deuce, Livi, and Amelia. And Zane wasn’t sure why he’d been surprised to come home from a long day at work to find Ty dragging Christmas decorations down on Black Friday.
Between the heady feeling of impending Christmas, the high they still seemed to be floating on since they’d gone months without almost dying, Ty’s open affection when it was just them at home, and the piles of snow outside, Zane couldn’t think of anything to improve the holidays.
Ty reached around to pat Zane’s hip, and he laughed as he turned his head to look back at him. He pointed toward the tree. Under it was an array of presents, mostly for Ty’s family. There was a small box wrapped in different paper, though, and it sat atop one of the larger ones.
“I ran out of the sparkly paper,” Ty told him with a grin. “Figured you’d appreciate one that didn’t shed on you anyway.”
“I don’t know. Getting all the glitter off ends up being pretty fun,” Zane said. He pressed his lips to Ty’s bare shoulder. “Your present is the larger of the two blue ones.”
“We talked about the limitations on these things, right?” Ty asked uneasily.
“Yes, baby, we did,” Zane said before kissing behind his ear. Ty wasn’t uncomfortable with the fact that Zane was very well off financially, but he was uncomfortable when Zane spent money on him. Zane really didn’t care about how much money he had, and he cared even less about how much of it he spent if he thought it was something Ty would like. But he’d kept that firmly in mind when he came up with Ty’s gift.
Ty petted his cheek before moving toward the tree. He bent and pulled the two presents out, setting them in the middle of the floor before sitting cross-legged near the fire. “Come sit.”
Zane laughed but joined him on the floor, sitting on the other side of the presents. “All right, Blitzen. Open your present.”
Ty narrowed his eyes, but he reached for the present and turned it over carefully to slide his finger under the tape. For someone who seemed to have a lot of little kid in him at Christmas-time, he was excruciatingly careful with opening the present. The box was light, only about as big as a standard shirt-size box, and the paper was a plain blue with white snowflakes and a cheap stick-on ribbon. Zane felt a moment of nerves, more than he’d felt when he’d given Ty the compass pendant that hung at his neck.
Ty set the paper aside and gave Zane one last look before pulling the top off the box. When he pushed aside the white tissue paper, the firelight reflected off the shiny purple fabric of a shirt that was trimmed in black at the collar. Numbers were on each shoulder, and when Ty held up the Baltimore Ravens jersey, there was a 12 on the front too.
Ty held it up and grinned widely. “Hey!” He turned it over to look at the back and laughed when he saw the name stitched into it. “Bulldog.” A nickname most everyone at the Bureau had used for him, and one Zane loved dearly.
Ty’s eyes shone almost green in the firelight. “Thank you, darlin’,” he said as he crawled closer to kiss Zane.
Zane ran his hand through Ty’s hair while he was close. “I’m glad you like it.”
“My other one is more gray than purple now, so it’s perfect,” Ty told him as he held the jersey up again. He folded it neatly and placed it on his knee; then he looked up at Zane with a nervous smile.
Zane reached out to touch his cheek, smiling at him, before he picked up the smaller package, maybe the size of a coffee mug in a box, and poked at the shiny ribbon Ty had wrapped around it before he found a seam and tore the tape to remove it.
But Ty wrapped a present like he made a bed, with the precision and care of a Marine. It wasn’t possible to open it without tearing it. With a wry glance up at Ty, Zane started pulling at the paper and tore it along the side, trying to find the end that was folded inside somewhere so he could get to the box. After a few more rips the paper finally pulled loose, and Zane held a hinged box in hand. It was sturdy, solid wood and stained deep ebony. There were no markings on it. Zane ran his fingers across the top of the smooth wood and then opened it, tilting the box toward the fireplace so he could see what was inside.
Resting in a cradle within the box was a high-end Tag Hauer wristwatch. It was simple, with a black face and black leather band set off by a chrome casing.
Zane stared down at it for a couple moments. “Wow,” he said faintly before he looked up at Ty.
Ty gave him a jaunty grin. “Try it on.”
Zane lifted the box again and slid it off the fitted cradle. He set the box in his lap and turned the watch over in his hand to unfasten it. The firelight glinted off the stainless steel underside of the watch. Zane frowned when he thought he saw a scratch on it, so he unfastened the small buckle and folded open the band to look.
It wasn’t a scratch. The back of the watch was engraved.
Yours.
Zane’s breath caught along with the stutter-step of his heart. “I love it,” he managed to say.
“Good. Engraving makes it non-returnable.”
Zane shook his head and snorted as he set the watch and box aside. He leaned forward, clasped the back of Ty’s neck with one hand, and pulled him close for a long, slow kiss. Ty smiled against his lips, obviously relieved that Zane was pleased.
Wanting Ty closer, Zane pulled back just enough to snake his arms around Ty’s torso, and he dragged Ty through the torn up paper and into his lap. Ty didn’t even put up a token struggle like he might usually. He climbed over him, staying on his knees and straddling Zane’s thighs, putting both hands on Zane’s shoulders as he kissed him. Zane pulled him close, fingers gripping warm skin as their mouths slid and caught and Zane tipped his head back, more than happy to give in to Ty’s attentions.
Ty’s hands slid into his hair and the goatee scratched at his chin and lips as they kissed. Ty pulled back long enough to look down at Zane and give him a self-conscious smile. “I mean what it says. With everything I am.”
Zane stared up at him, entranced. “That means more to me than any gift,” he whispered.
Ty’s smile widened into one of his signature grins, and he bent his head to kiss Zane again, taking his time with it. It stirred the warmth inside Zane and he felt his skin heating with each stroke of Ty’s tongue against his. When their mouths parted, Zane whispered, “I want you.”
Ty breathing was harsh as he nodded. “We have got to start stashing lube down here,” he said with feeling before kissing Zane hungrily.
Lips giving under his lover’s, Zane moaned and dragged his hands down Ty’s back to grasp his waist. “Kitchen drawer with the paper and pens,” he panted when Ty finally let him breathe. “I brought it down here after the last time we got caught on the stairs.”
Ty pulled back and looked down at him. “Really? Well hell, go get it,” he said as he climbed off Zane and began yanking off his reindeer socks.

Mean & Green
Zane could hear the laughter from down the hall, a riotous, out of control burble of guffaws and cackling. He glanced around the work group when he looked up from his forms, realizing that he was the only one of their team still there. Ty was nowhere to be seen, and Zane immediately knew what the source of the laughter was.
He was already smiling when he got up to go investigate. When he arrived at one of the interrogation suites, he found the observation suite packed with people, all snickering and laughing and trying to be quiet as they watched the interview on the other side.
“What’s going on?”
“Oh Jesus, Garrett. You have to see this,” Fred Perrimore said as he bulled his way through the crowd so Zane could get a front row glance at the interrogation.
Ty and Scott Alston sat on one side of the table in the interrogation room, facing a man in a red and white Santa suit that was scuffed and blackened with dirt and soot.
“Are they grilling Santa?” Zane asked incredulously
“Yes,” Perrimore wheezed, barely able to keep himself from laughing. “But they made a bet before they went in there.”
“Oh God.”
“They can’t say anything to him that isn’t a line from the Grinch song.”
Zane pressed his lips together tight, trying not to smile.
“The first one who makes the other one laugh gets the collar,” Michelle Clancy said, standing at Zane’s arm and watching with shining blue eyes.
“Grady has kept a straight face the entire time.”
“Alston almost lost it the first line. Ty led with ‘you’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch.’ Classic.”
Zane wished he’d been able to see that. “And Santa hasn’t caught on yet?”
“He’s so bombed, I don’t think he’s even aware he’s under arrest. Or that he’s dressed as Santa.”
“What’d he do?”
“Cat burglar. Slid down Dan McCoy’s chimney.”
Zane looked at Perrimore with wide eyes, thinking he was joking.
“God’s honest truth,” Perrimore said as he held up one hand. “Tumbled out into the Christmas tree and damn near gave his wife and kids a heart attack.”
On the other side of the glass, Santa had just concluded a long, bumbling ramble as he tried to explain his actions. Scott Alston leaned toward him, his blue eyes looking cold and fierce as he narrowed them. Ty sat beside him, both of them grave and serious. The speaker near the window played Alston’s voice loud and clear.
“You’re a nasty wasty skunk.”
The observation room burst into peals of laughter. Some of the observers had to tumble out of the room.
Inside the room, Ty turned his head away, covering his mouth with his hand. He closed his eyes as his shoulders began to shake, and he got out of his chair without a word and hurried to the door.
Zane could hear his laughter ringing out before the door closed.
At the table, Scott Alston still sat with a straight face. Zane had no idea how he managed it.
Zane threaded his way through the merry crowd to find his partner, who was leaning against the hallway wall, trying to catch his breath as he laughed. When he looked at Zane he was grinning from ear to ear, wiping tears from his eyes as he tried to regain control.
“That son of a bitch got me,” he said, still snickering.
Zane chuckled and nodded. “Nasty wasty is not something you tend to hear in an interrogation.
Ty burst into uncontrollable laughter all over again.
The crowd was dispersing now that the bet had been won, leaving Ty and Zane alone in the hallway. Ty’s eyes were shining with leftover mischief as he tried to calm himself.
Warmth and affection were spreading through Zane at alarming speeds. His biggest fear for the last few months was that someone at work would notice the way he looked at his partner, that one of them would be able to see the love and contentment he felt whenever he concentrated on Ty.
“How is it that you are always in the middle of these things?” Zane asked Ty, trying to feign exasperation.
"It’s a talent, I don’t know." Ty gave him that infuriating shrug he seemed to have mastered, and Zane narrowed his eyes. Ty looked up and down the hall, like a kid thinking about skipping class.“Our Christmas V-word starts in less than two hours. I say we bail early and go home and find some mistletoe.”
“The Christmas V-word starts when we finish our paperwork,” Zane corrected as he turned back toward their desks.
Ty groaned and trailed along behind him for a few steps, but then he grabbed Zane’s elbow and yanked him into the doorway of the empty break room.
For a second Zane thought Ty was going to kiss him. He didn’t dare do it at work, though. That was something they’d never risked, because it was a slippery slope to getting caught fucking on the new copier or something during their lunch hour.
"What are you doing?" Zane hissed as he glanced around the room and then back to the hallway.
Ty waved at the break room, which was littered with green plastic plates and red Solo cups. Every surface hosted trays half full of cookies, cupcakes, delicacies brought from home, and one unfortunately lopsided fruitcake.
Zane eyed the remains of the office party they’d had for lunch, then shook his head in confusion when he met Ty’s eyes. The gleam he found in Ty was close to terrifying. “What?”
"I found us a deserted place, Zane," Ty answered, his voice trembling. He bit his lip so he wouldn’t laugh.
Zane scowled, completely befuddled. “What?” he repeated.
"There’s desserts everywhere." Ty gave the countertops and the trays a graceful wave of his hand. "Deserted."
Zane blinked rapidly, his mouth slowly falling open. “You brought me in here for a pun?”
Ty finally let go and began to laugh, the sound ringing off the drop ceilings and flimsy walls.
Zane grabbed him by his lapel and kissed him. “I love what Christmas does to you,” he snarled before he released Ty and stalked away.
Ty was still laughing as he trailed after Zane, back to their work pod.

Twist & Shout (nsfw parts in this one)
Zane sat on the couch in the Gradys living room, the fire roaring, Amelia on his knee babbling. He’d been trying to convince her to say his name, but so far she wasn’t impressed.
He’d put himself in charge of her when Livi had gone off to the grocery store for some last-minute dinner supplies, and Zane and Chester were trying to keep her amused and out of the way as Earl, Ty, and Deuce wrestled a huge tree through the door.
One of the three was cursing a blue streak – Zane could easily guess which – and Amelia had absolutely no problem saying that word. Zane glanced at Chester with wide eyes.
“You vouch for me, I’ll vouch for you,” Chester offered. “Wasn’t us.”
“Deal,” Zane said immediately, grinning as he covered Amelia’s ears with both hands.
She reached for his mug of coffee and he shoved it further away with his toe, leaning back in his armchair on the far side of the room. Then she reached for Chester in his rocking chair, and the old man took her with a beaming grin.
“Come here my little butterfly,” he cooed to her.
Zane watched them fondly for a second before returning his attention to the tree, which was almost certainly going to end in disaster. He was debating whether or not he should get his phone out to record it.
The tip of the evergreen hit the wall as Earl and Deuce shoved it through the door, sliding up under a picture frame and lifting it up off the wall. Mara shouted at them, and Ty reached out to grab the frame, earning himself a smack in the face with the tree as one of the other two tried to correct the guidance.
“Dammit!” Ty hollered.
“Dammit!” Amelia echoed.
“What did she say?” Deuce called from outside.
“Dammit, Daddy!”
Zane reached into his pocket, fishing his phone out to record this.
Ty hurriedly hung the picture back on the wall and struggled not to lose his grip on the tip of the tree. He wrapped his arm around the top of the tree and tugged at it. The lower branches were caught in the doorway, though. All that could be seen of Earl and Deuce were the tops of the warm hats they wore.
Ty rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall. “Why the hell didn’t you pick a smaller one, Dad?”
“It looked smaller when I cut it,” Earl called back as the tree shivered, resisting the shoves from behind.
“It was in the freaking woods!” Deuce shouted. “Everything looks smaller in the woods!”
Zane winced and glanced at Chester. “Is it like this every year?”
Chester nodded as he chewed on the end of a pipe that wasn’t lit, deftly keeping it out of Amelia’s reach. “That’s a big’n this year. Put some shoulder into it, Beaumont!”
Ty glared at him. Zane lifted his mug to hide his smile as Mara scooted past Ty, almost pushing him over into the tree.
“Can’t you just squeeze the bottom limbs together?” she asked as she stood on her tiptoes to peer through the doorway.
“Oh, thank God, the wife’s here to help,” Earl muttered.
“Well, if I’d gone with you, I’d have brought a measuring stick,” she told him. “Who’s stupid now, huh?”
“It looked smaller in the woods!”
“Anyone considered buying a fake tree next year?” Deuce asked as he raised one gloved hand above the branches. It was all Zane could see of him.
Ty leaned against the wall, now merely propping the top of the tree on his shoulder instead of actively pulling. He shook his head and held one hand up to ward off any more smacks to the face. It wasn’t budging either way they tried to go now.
“It wouldn’t help if I made a suggestion, would it?” Zane murmured.
“Can’t hurt,” Chester answered around the pipe stem. “Well … might hurt you.”
Zane winced. He watched them fuss another couple minutes; Earl and Mara talking at each other over the tree about measuring twice and cutting once, and how Mara should be an expert on cutting things by now since she’d cut Earl’s finger off for him, Deuce asking for someone – anyone – to figure out what to do and please stop teaching his baby to curse while her mother was gone, and Ty just standing there using his shoulder as a tree stand until someone did something.
“Deck the halls and … stuff,” Zane murmured
Ty looked over at him and shook his head. His gaze lingered on Zane and he finally offered him a crooked smile and a wink. Zane found himself growing warmer. He bit his lip.
When Ty returned his attention to the tree, he screamed – slightly higher in pitch than Zane had ever heard – and he tossed up both arms.
Zane lunged to his feet as Ty danced away from the tree, which dropped like a stone to the foyer floor. He flailed, shouting and screaming as a tiny, terrified chipmunk scrambled over his shoulder.
Zane froze in place, eyes wide. Ty tried to get out of the room and out of his coat and out of his skin, all the while swiping at the chittering rodent with his gloves as it clawed across his shoulders and the back of his neck and into his hair, trying to get away from him.
Mara hurried over with the velvet stocking that had been tossed over her shoulder, and Earl seemed to be trying unsuccessfully to climb over the tree into the house. All Zane could see of Deuce were the tips of his fingers, clutching the doorframe, laughing until he couldn’t breathe or stand up straight.
In just a heartbeat, Ty had dropped his coat, had his shirt off, and had disappeared into the kitchen, where the sounds of battle being waged between Ty, Mara, and the chipmunk could be heard. “Ma, not the frying pan, Jesus Christ!”
Earl struggled to pull the tree back out onto the porch so they could get inside. “Son of a …”
“Bitch!” Amelia cried.
“That’s right,” Chester said with a pat of her back. He laughed gleefully as he rocked.
Zane stutter-stepped in place, not sure where to go or who to help.
A moment later, the chipmunk came scurrying out of the kitchen, running in zig-zagging leaps and bounds toward the doorway, only to jump into the safety of the tree and disappear.
Mara came running back out of the kitchen, a stocking in one hand and a frying pan in the other, her hair in disarray and her eyes wild. Earl and Deuce finally managed to pull the tree back out of the doorway and clamber over it to get inside, an they stood staring at Mara, tense and careful.
“What was it?” Earl asked her.
“A rat!” Mara cried. She held the frying pan up and waved it around. “Where’d it go?”
Zane took a few careful steps to peer into the kitchen, barely able to restrain his laughter. Ty was in there in his undershirt, crouched on a chair with a spatula in his hand. Zane tried desperately to keep his laughter in, but it bubbled up and out. He clapped a hand over his mouth, holding his camera up to record the aftermath.
“It was a chipmunk,” Chester them as he pushed himself out of his chair and gently bopped Amelia on the nose with a knuckle. “A baby one. You probably got a whole nest of ’em.”
Mara shivered all over and pointed her frying pan at Earl. “You de-beast that thing before it comes in my house!”
“But Mara–”
Mara waved the pan at him, and he winced away from her, trying not to laugh.
“I will not have any rodents in this house, Earl!”
“I’ll get the shovel,” Chester cried with utter glee and shuffled toward the back room.
“You, stop!” Mara ordered, and Chester’s shoulders slumped as he obediently carried Amelia back to his chair.
“How was I supposed to know the damn thing had chipmunks in it?” Earl asked.
“Well, Dad,” Deuce said slowly as he put his hand on his father’s shoulder. “You got it in the woods and that’s where chipmunks like to do their thing.”
“Is it gone?” Ty called out.
Zane grinned at him and finally stopped the video, stuffing his phone back in his pocket. “I’ve never been more attracted to you than I am right now,” he assured his fiancé.
“You, shut up,” Ty said, echoing his mother as he pointed his spatula at him. “Is it gone?”
Zane looked over his shoulder to the porch, where Earl and Deuce were yanking at the tree, apparently looking for rodents. “I wouldn’t call it over just yet.”
Ty shook his head and threw the spatula at the sink. He gave a full-body shiver. “I’m not coming down ’til it’s gone.”

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Zane grabbed up Ty’s shirt from the hardwood floor and tossed it at him.
“Tyler!” Earl called from the porch.
“I quit!”
“You get your ass out here and help us,” Deuce shouted with a point of his finger at Ty.
Zane looked back and forth between them, shaking his head.
“I quit,” Ty repeated with a wave of both hands.
Zane rolled his eyes, picked Ty’s gloves up off the floor, and joined Deuce on the porch as he pulled them on. “It’s so bizarre. He’ll throw himself on a grenade without thinking twice, but toss a chipmunk at him and he’s done.”
“Ty doesn’t like small, fuzzy things. He says they have shifty eyes and unpredictable maneuvering capabilities.”
“I know,” Zane said with a snicker
Ty shouted something from the kitchen, and even though Zane wasn’t able to make out the words, he couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled forth.
“No telling how that boy’s mind works,” Earl muttered as he picked up the base of the tree and looked up at Zane and Deuce. “Let’s get this damn thing fixed up before it starts snowing again.”
“Zane, why don’t you take Ty upstairs and get him calmed down, see if you can find a shoebox for Chip and Dale while you’re up there,” Deuce said with a nod toward the steps. “Look in the top of my closet, might be something in there we can put them in so we can relocate them to another tree.”
“Alrighty.” Zane headed back inside, peering in at Ty again with a teasing smirk. “Want a piggy back ride upstairs to safety?”
“Don’t mock me, Zane,” Ty growled. He really didn’t have much room to be pissy about it, though, considering he was crouching on a chair with his arms around his knees.
They stared at each other for a few seconds, then Ty grudgingly got off the chair and practically tip-toed toward Zane, eyeing the front door and the shivering tree on the porch as he slipped around the corner of the foyer. He gripped Zane’s arm hard, clutching at him until he darted toward the steps and took them two at a time.
Zane followed him, chuckling the whole way.
Ty practically accosted him when he made the landing, grabbing him and pulling him into his old bedroom.
“Check me for rabies!” he said as he slammed the door behind Zane and started unbuttoning his jeans.
Zane practically gurgled trying not to laugh. “Ty.”
“Zane!” Ty’s eyes were wide and trending toward brown when he looked over his shoulder at Zane.
Zane took pity on him, smiling fondly at him. He ran his finger down Ty’s spine, starting at the base of his neck and sliding down to the small of his back. “Okay, let me look you over.”
Ty shoved his jeans down, kicking out of them as he struggled with his briefs. Zane was almost surprised that they were plain blue today instead of some garish form of Christmas cheer to decorate Ty’s dangly bits.
Zane took hold of his shoulders, looking at his neck and upper back for scratches or anything that would be legitimately worrying from a wild animal. Ty’s skin looked unbroken, though. Zane turned him around, examining Ty’s chest and neck and face.
He finally met Ty’s eyes, feeling the warmth spreading from his chest into a flush of his cheeks. “You look clear, doll.”
Ty breathed out shakily. “It had crazy eyes, Zane. You didn’t see its eyes.”
“It was just a baby,” Zane assured him, cupping his face. “It was more scared of you than you were of it.”
Ty lowered his gaze, his brow furrowing, unable to turn his head away since Zane had hold of him. “Well, now I feel bad. I didn’t mean to scare it, I just panicked.”
Zane stared into his eyes for a few breathless seconds, trying to grasp the endless capacity for empathy that Ty hid behind his gruff and scruffy exterior. “God, I love you,” he whispered.
Ty’s eyes darted up, and he was still frowning.
Zane kissed him, dragging his hands up into Ty’s hair to clutch at him and make sure he couldn’t get away. Ty gave a muffled exclamation, hands flailing at Zane’s chest before they finally settled on his waist. Zane kissed him harder and messier, breathing heavily through his nose so he wouldn’t have to break the kiss to take a breath.
He reached back blindly to find the lock on the door and turned it, then he gathered Ty up in his arms and hefted him off the ground. Ty wrapped around him to help, clutching at his shoulders, knees squeezing Zane’s waist. Zane staggered the few steps across the room and they tumbled into the double bed.
By the time Zane came up for air, he was painfully hard in his jeans. Ty fumbled at his belt for him, nodding in answer to the question Zane knew was shining in his own eyes.
“Quick and quiet, let’s do this,” Ty gasped.
Zane got to his knees and yanked his shirt off, tossing it away. Ty was still struggling to get Zane’s belt and jeans unfastened, and Zane let him work at that for possibly two seconds before he lost patience and swatted Ty’s hands away. He got out of them with practiced speed as he dug in their shared suitcase for the lube.
“Bed’s going to squeak,” Ty warned. He was stretched out, reaching for the pillows at the head of the bed.
Zane’s cock jumped at the memory of the first time they’d shared this bed. They’d wound up fucking on the floor because of the noise Ty claimed the bedframe would make. He glanced around the room, his heart thudding almost painfully at his chest. He strode over to the tattered old chair in the corner, an old corduroy armchair that had once been a rocker but had at some point in its lifetime lost its legs. It sat low, so low that when Zane threw himself into it, his knees were at the same level as his eyes. He slouched down so his long legs were splayed in front of him, and he beckoned at Ty with a smirk.
“Does this squeak too?” he asked, squirting lube into his palm.
Ty’s eyes were so dilated as he looked Zane over that they seemed black in the yellow light cast by the old bulbs in the ceiling fan. Ty stretched up and pulled the cord to turn those lights off, and they were thrown into the garish light of the Christmas lights that hung outside the window.
Ty crawled off the bed, his hands gripping Zane’s knees and dragging up his thighs as he kissed from Zane’s groin up to his neck. By the time their lips met again, Ty was straddling him.
Zane’s fingers dug into his hips. He could feel the sinuous movements as Ty rolled his hips.
“Scoot,” Ty whispered. He was on his knees, legs pressing into Zane’s hips. There was barely enough room in the old chair for them both. They’d make do, though.
Zane let Ty maneuver as he slicked them both up, easily sliding two fingers into him as Ty stroked him. Ty groaned and bit Zane’s lip.
“Get on it, Tyler, we don’t have all night,” Zane whispered.
Ty edged forward, struggling within the confines of the chair, and he had to bend his body away from Zane in order to get his ass on Zane’s cock. Zane bit his lip as he watched Ty’s face, watched his eyes flutter closed, his lips part, and his tongue come to rest against his top teeth. He shimmied his hips, working Zane’s cock inside him, and it drew a plaintive gasp from between those sinful lips that had Zane’s body burning under him.
Zane couldn’t fucking help it, he grabbed a handful of Ty’s hair and yanked him close for a kiss. Then he shoved his hips up, trying to bury himself deep. Ty gasped, his fingernails digging into Zane’s shoulder. But the arms of the chair held Ty’s knees right where they were, and he couldn’t spread his legs wider to allow Zane deeper. Zane could feel him trying to, though, feel his cock trying to force its way into that tightness, and he whispered Ty’s name hungrily.
Ty tried to find a better position, rocking his hips, grabbing at Zane’s hair as he leaned back and rolled his ass around, working Zane into him, growling Zane’s name angrily when Zane tried to thrust into him and undid all the work he’d managed. In the end he finally managed to force Zane’s cock so deep Zane’s balls were slapping Ty’s ass as he was riding him. His back bowed as he grabbed Zane’s hair like the reins of a horse. He was gasping Zane’s name, desperate as Zane jacked him off.
Zane watched him raptly. He whispered Ty’s name like it was sacred. He begged him both to make the torture end and make the pleasure last forever. He held onto Ty’s waist just so he could feel the power in him, feel the evidence of the sullied truth that Zane sought with every thrust of his hips.
Zane wasn’t sure which one of them started to come first, or which one of them managed to kiss the other before they could shout their pleasure. And he wasn’t sure how they wound up on the floor when they were done.
Ty patted him on the belly, breathing hard and laughing as they stretched out on the rug. “Next time let’s just start on the floor, huh?”
“Sure thing, baby.”
“No rabies?”
Zane laughed. “I don’t know. I forgot to check.”

Glitter & Shine
Ty sat in the middle of his normally tidy living room, surrounded by scraps of wrapping paper and ribbon, boxes waiting to be wrapped, rolls of paper, several different types of cutting devices, and a pile of neatly wrapped presents behind him on the couch. He had pieces of tape on his nose, and he was covered nearly head to toe with little sparkling pieces of gold glitter.
Zane didn’t even try not to laugh as he shut the door behind him, closing out the cold. “What happened to you? You look like a demented elf.”
“The paper had glitters on it, Zane,” Ty said, as if that was somehow Zane’s fault. He even had them on his face; his trimmed goatee was full of shiny golden bits.
“I see that,” Zane said as he shrugged out of his coat and hung it up. He brought a bag with him and set it in one of the armchairs, and after another moment of looking at Ty, he pulled out his cell phone and crouched down in front of him. He had to have a picture of this. “Hey, doll.”
“Do it and you’ll be making calls out of your ass,” Ty muttered without looking up. He tied a ribbon into an ornate bow and then tossed the present over his shoulder to land on the couch.
Zane narrowed his eyes and decided to chance it, snapping the photo without waiting to use the flash.
Ty looked up when he heard the phone make the shutter sound, and he grumbled as he wiped at his cheek with his wrist. “I can see it on my nose, it’s making me cross-eyed,” he muttered. “Do you buy presents for your family?”
Zane raised an eyebrow and eased himself to sit on the floor and lean back against the couch. “I send a bunch of things to Sadie, let Annie pick and choose what to give her.”
“You don’t get your mom and dad anything?”
Zane shook his head.
Ty frowned, but the effect was comical as the furrows and creases in his face were magnified by the glitter. “Well … at least you have me,” he offered cheekily as he pulled the last unwrapped present toward him.
Zane grinned, happy to push aside the topic of his family. “Merry Christmas to me.” He reached out and brushed his thumb through Ty’s goatee. Ty had grown fond of not shaving since he’d retired, and Zane wasn’t complaining. Zane loved the damn thing, the rakish look it gave Ty, the rasp of it on his skin. And now it … glittered. He chuckled and plucked the pieces of tape off Ty’s nose. “You’re a mess.”
“Awash with holiday cheer,” Ty grumbled. He glanced up at Zane and smirked as he plucked the piece of tape off Zane’s finger and used it to tape down one side of the wrapping. They both knew that Ty loved Christmas more than almost anything else.
“You could sing for me,” Zane said. “That’s cheerful.” He grabbed a roll of transparent tape and pulled off a couple more pieces, sticking the ends on his fingers so Ty could use them one by one.
Ty glanced up at him, still smirking. “It’s weird singing in my living room,” he told Zane. “Couple years ago they recorded me singing Christmas songs at the church. I’ll hunt up a copy for you.”
Zane smiled, somewhat appeased. He had heard Ty’s version of the Star-Spangled Banner, and Zane was absolutely dying to hear his lover hit all the notes of O Holy Night. He added another piece of tape to his finger. “So when are you going up?”
“What do you mean, when am I going up? You’re coming with me.”
“Ty,” Zane said gently. “You know I have to work.”
“Then I’m staying with you, Zane,” Ty said without looking up from the wrapping.
Zane smiled, looking over the face he’d come to love so much it hurt sometimes.
“I’m not letting you sit in the house by yourself on Christmas.” Ty taped up the present and turned it over to wrap a ribbon around it. He glanced up at Zane carefully. “We’ll go up the first off day you have and see Ma and Dad, take Chester his shiny thing, and we’ll spend Christmas here.”
“You’d be okay with that?” Zane asked as he held out another small piece of tape to anchor the ribbon. “I’d rather not give Mara a reason to hate me for Christmas. But that’s your decision to make, not mine.”
“It’s our decision, baby.”
Zane reached out and ghosted his fingers over the compass rose pendant at Ty’s throat. “Okay then.”
Ty swatted at Zane’s hand. He was still smiling as he tied the bow on the final present and held it up triumphantly. Then he tossed it over his shoulder to join the rest, and he wiped his glittery hands on his equally glittery jeans. “Maybe we can head up there this weekend. Dad always goes out to cut down a tree by himself, and I’m afraid he’ll need help this year. Maybe we can use your having to work as an excuse to go help him.”
“Yeah, well, stubborn runs in the family,” Zane teased as he leaned backward and twisted to pull the bag out of the chair behind him. “Tytanium.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Ty muttered as he began picking up pieces of scrap paper and ribbon. He looked up at the bag and scowled. “That’s not another present, is it? I just used up all the paper.”
“Presents,” Zane corrected. “But they’re already wrapped. I just need to put names on them.”
“What are they?”
Zane cleared his throat and felt his cheeks color a little. “Presents,” he repeated. “For you and a the Sidewinder guys.”
Ty laid his head back on the couch cushion and grinned widely as he looked up at Zane. “What’d you get?” he asked again, a hint of a tease in his voice.
“You’ll find out Christmas,” Zane huffed.
Ty reached out and gave Zane’s knee a pat, leaving his hand there as he turned his head and yawned. “If I don’t go shower soon, the house will be covered in this stuff,” he said through another yawn as he looked at the glitter on his hands.
“What about dinner? Want me to order something in?” Zane asked as he pushed at some scrap paper with his boot.
Ty turned to look up at him, an evil grin suddenly on his lips. He rolled to his knees and put himself between Zane’s legs, one hand on each knee. Where his fingers touched, they left trails of sparkling gold specks behind.
Zane smirked when he saw the light in Ty’s eyes. “We’ll both need a shower if you do what I think you’re about to do.” He spread his knees to draw Ty closer as he gave him a challenging wink.
Ty moved in like he was going to kiss him. Instead, he pressed his cheek against Zane’s and proceeded to pin him to the back of the couch as he rubbed his face all over Zane’s and then rolled him to the ground to stretch out over him, wiping the glitter off on him in every possible way he could. Zane tried to grapple with him, but he was laughing so much he couldn’t get hold of him. He gave in and grabbed Ty’s ass to pull him close. Ty rubbed his face against Zane’s affectionately and then kissed him through a grin.
Zane opened his eyes to look up and see Ty hovering above him, probably prepping another glitter bomb. He was grinning uncontrollably as he lay under Ty.
“Next year, I’m using the funny pages,” Ty said in a somber tone.
Zane snickered and reached up to try to brush glitter off Ty’s cheeks. “Or pay the nice lady at the mall to wrap them for you.”
Ty shook his head. “The fun’s in the wrapping.” He kissed Zane again and pushed off him, ineffectually brushing the glitter off his shirt front.
“It was for a good cause,” Zane said as he propped himself up on his elbows. “Christmas Angels. If you buy a toy and donate it, the people at the table wrap your gift for you.”
“That’s nice, Zane,” Ty said, a verbal pat on the head as he took a long step over the wrapping debris on the floor and headed for the kitchen. “So we’ll leave in the morning?” he asked as he went to the sink.
“Works for me.”
Ty washed his hands, took a paper towel to dry them, and used the damp towel to wipe at his face as he walked back into the living room. “Did I get it?” he asked in amusement as he lifted his chin to show his face to Zane. He still had glitter around his eyes and in his goatee and eyebrows. His forearms were still sparkling.
“Yeah, baby. You got it.”
“Shut up.”
“I think the shower is your only hope,” Zane answered as he sat up. He gave Ty a leer. “Unless you’re thinking of taking up pole dancing.”
Ty responded with his customary cocky grin. “I’d be a kickass pole dancer.” He waved at the living room floor. “If you clean this up for me, I’ll be willing to deal.”
Zane was on his knees in an instant starting to pick up scissors and tape and bits and pieces of ribbon as Ty headed upstairs to shower. It was sad what a pushover he was when Ty waved the right enticement in front of him.

so sweet~果然还是ty和zane最有爱了～ty竟然怕老鼠哇（其实我也很怕

看着都幸福

弄下来看 第九本就完结了吧 是不是快出了？四叔~~~

好长……