“Oh f**k.” Ty huffed and reached for Zane’s cock, wrapping his mouth around the leaking head and starting to suck again.

After giving each one of Ty’s balls thorough attention, Zane let them roll off his tongue and guided Ty’s c**k back between his lips. Ty groaned and thrust down into Zane’s mouth, harder and deeper than before, and he sucked Zane as his fingers massaged Zane’s balls.

Zane couldn’t stop the shout, but it came out muffled as Ty’s c**k filled his throat. He shoved his hips upward, knees squeezing at Ty’s shoulders. Ty’s needy noises came nonstop. Zane’s c**k brushed along the back of Ty’s throat.

Zane reached down to drag his fingers over Ty’s shoulder in warning. The muscles shifted under his touch as Ty bent his elbow and lowered himself further, still sucking and now sliding Zane’s balls against his palm. Ty’s thrusts into Zane’s mouth turned short and quick and hard as he began to shudder.

Zane moaned nonstop, the stimulation coming from every possible direction. He dug his fingernails into Ty’s thighs. He was going to come, and he was going to do it down Ty’s throat. He wanted nothing more than for Ty to do the same to him.

Ty’s hips stuttered to a stop before he arched his back and started to spill over Zane’s tongue. Zane sucked and swallowed and moaned, burying his nose against Ty’s balls, loving that Ty’s cum was spurting down his throat and wondering how in the hell he had never tried this before. Ty slowly dragged his lips up, teeth grazing along the shaft of Zane’s cock.

Zane sucked and swallowed as his body twisted and he shoved his hips up, chasing Ty’s mouth, barely realizing he was doing it. His c**k slid on Ty’s tongue, and Ty jerked and inhaled in a rush before shuddering and starting to suck again.

Zane arched his back and threw his head to the side, releasing Ty’s spent c**k and dragging his teeth against the tender inside of Ty’s thigh. Ty groaned appreciatively and Zane bit down as his orgasm washed over him, wishing like hell he could see what Ty was doing.

As the orgasm wound down, Zane’s death grip on Ty’s waist loosened, his teeth sliding against Ty’s thigh, and his body began to relax beneath Ty’s. His breaths were harsh and hard. After a long moment, Ty pushed himself to the side with a grunt and rolled off the couch to the floor. He sat with his back against it, his head coming to rest on Zane’s thigh.

Zane settled his fingers in Ty’s hair. “That was fun,” he panted.

Ty couldn’t comment. Zane’s fingers tightened in Ty’s hair.

“Why the hell couldn’t you have tried that when I could watch?” Ty finally gasped.

Zane began to chuckle, low and dark. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Either get back up here with me or go get me a bottle of water,” he muttered, still recovering from the full-body meltdown.

Ty’s low laugh turned into a hum of approval. He knelt at Zane’s side, leaning over to drop a kiss at Zane’s hip before hovering over Zane again, this time face-to-face.

“Why the hell didn’t you make me do that before?” Zane asked him. He claimed Ty’s lips for a torrid kiss that prevented Ty from laughing. But Ty was grinning when he pulled back.

Zane shook his head minutely, clutching Ty to him and shifting his shoulders until they were both on their sides on the couch. Ty sighed and closed his arms around Zane. Zane raised his chin so Ty could fit his head against his chest, and he held him as close as he could get him.

His familiar smell permeated Zane’s world.

“Who are you, Ty?”

Ty smiled against his cheek. “I was an assassin,” he whispered. “I’m a Marine. I’m the man who doesn’t miss. And I’m yours.”

Zane bit his lip on a smile.

“Who are you, Zane?”

Zane cocked his head. “I’m an artist. I’m a geek.” He felt Ty smile. “I am one badass motherfucker on a motorcycle.”

Ty began to laugh.

Zane dipped his head until they were staring into each other’s eyes. “And I’m yours.”

The next day, Ty drove Zane to work and went up with him to say hello to everyone. A celebratory mood hung in the air. Zane wasn’t the only one who had missed his partner.

Ty was wearing tattered jeans and a gray T-shirt with an angry elephant on it, holding a knife, that read “Elephants never forget, and they never forgive.” It had made Zane laugh when Ty had pulled it out, and now Zane had a hard time keeping his eyes off Ty as he settled at his desk.

They weren’t there for five minutes before McCoy called them into his office. Ty and Zane trudged along amidst the taunts and catcalls of their coworkers. Zane pulled the door shut behind him, and was shocked to see Richard Burns leaning against a file cabinet in the corner of the office.

“Glad to see you back, Grady,” McCoy said to Ty. “Garrett, have a seat.”

Zane sat, looking between McCoy and Burns apprehensively. McCoy got up and made his way out of the office, leaving them alone.

“I’ll make this brief,” Burns said as soon as the door shut. He moved toward the desk, bending and sliding his hand underneath it.

Ty and Zane shared a confused look.

Burns placed both hands on the desk. He waved Ty and Zane over, and after another moment of confusion, Ty got up to step around the other side of the desk. Zane followed. Burns spoke as they moved.

“Because of your recent exposure in the media, we’re going to be taking you off undercover work permanently.”

They’d already been warned of that much. They were in a f**king calendar, after all. Zane supposed they were just moving up the timeline after what had happened in New Orleans.

Burns pointed under the desk. Ty studied him cautiously, then knelt and peered underneath. When he looked back at Burns, his eyes had widened. Zane crouched to inspect the desk as well, and his heart stuttered when he saw a small microphone taped to the desk. A listening device.

“You’ll both be strictly investigative agents from now on,” Burns said. He laid a notecard on the desk.

Your mole is here.

Zane’s heart stuttered again. Burns’s hand came to rest on his shoulder, squeezing hard.

“Since you’re both so good at closing cases,” he said with special emphasis. “Carry on, gentlemen.”

Ty took the card, crumpling it in his hand and turning away with a last glance at Burns. He nodded, his jaw tight and his eyes hard. Zane was numb, unable to process the information. One of their coworkers was spying on them. Trying to get them killed. How much did they know? How much had they seen? How were they getting their information?

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