They lay there like that for a few minutes. Davey stroked his hair and touched his neck like he couldn’t keep his hands off of Tyler.
“I am a little insane, but I’ve been thinking about this since I did track-walk this morning. You know? I race Supercross and fuck other driver’s mechanics.” He laughed. “But, I…I’m craving you.” He bit the words out between clenched teeth and dug his fingers into Tyler’s scalp. “You make me delirious.”
Tyler opened his eyes and turned his head toward Davey. “Yeah, you’re making me a little looney, too.”
“Get up here and kiss me. Then I have to go.”
Tyler didn’t waste time arguing. He threw himself into Davey’s arms. They kissed like they needed each other’s mouths like it was their last meal, smashing desperately together. Tyler couldn’t get enough of Davey’s toothpaste and Coke and hot saliva mouth. He wanted it pressed on him, on his skin, around his dick. He savored every second, afraid it would be the last and all he’d be left with would be memories.
Eventually, Davey pushed him back. “I don’t want to, but I gotta go.” His words were soft and sad. He dressed quickly and kissed Tyler one more time. “This ain’t over. Now get some rest, Sleeping Beauty!”
Twenty minutes after Davey left, Tyler’s phone rang. “Hey!”
“Sleep yet?” Davey asked.
“No. Some sexy racer barged in and got me all worked up.”
He heard Davey chuckling softly. “Yeah. I can’t settle either. Got this hot mechanic on my mind.”
“God! You are completely insane.” Tyler liked how much Davey seemed to want him, though. It melted his heart a little like hot cookies right out of the oven, gooey and comforting.
“Are you flying home between races?”
“Uh, yep. Heading out with the rest of the team in the morning.”
Davey’s voice was pleading, eager. “Don’t. Stay with me.”
“Can’t, Davey. Bad idea.” Tyler fought against his quickening pulse.
Davey’s breathing grew heavier. “No. Good idea. I’m gonna be here alone all week. Not at the Dome, at a park. Come on.”
“The flights are already paid for.”
“I want you with me. Want to wake up in your arms again.” Davey’s tone dropped lower, getting all growly, sexy, and demanding.
Every word lassoed Tyler’s heart and roped him in, cinching tighter. “Fuck. Davey. I want to. Man! I want you. More than anyone, but that’s too much, too fast. I can’t. You have too much at stake, and so do I.”
“Okay, I get it.” He sounded defeated.
“Davey. Don’t. Don’t be upset. Cause I, um, I don’t want this to be over either. Let’s just take it slower and think about it. ‘Kay?”
“Yeah. Okay. Ty, I know you’re right, but I want you and I’m spoiled. You know? Honestly, I’m the spoiled rich kid. I get my way. Always.”
“You’ve never seemed spoiled to me.”
“You haven’t seen me want what I can’t have.”
Tyler laughed. “That explains a lot about you.” Maybe Davey didn’t know how to show restraint. He’d picked the wrong guy to teach him, though. Away from the track, Tyler tended to be wild and willing to go after what he wanted. That quality had gotten him into Motocross and on a 450 Supercross team faster than most mechanics. Hell, most mechanics never got the opportunity. Tyler knew his skills were elite, but he pushed harder than others and didn’t ever give up. He hated having to push Davey away. It went against his natural instincts.
They silently listened to each other breathe. Even that silence glowed like a golden candle for Tyler.
“Okay, Ty. Get some sleep. Do me a fav?”
“What?”
“Call me when you get home?”
“Sure. Can do.” Easy favor. Tyler loved talking with Davey and looked forward to getting to know him better.
“Night, baby.”
“Night, Davey.” Tyler sat there staring at the phone. Did Davey McAllister just call him baby? Holy crap. He could hardly believe that one little word had made his cock instantly hard again.
5
Tyler felt grateful to Janie for picking him up at the airport again, but couldn’t help bitching at her anyway. All her efforts at cheering him up just got on his nerves. He couldn’t have Davey. Couldn’t be with him at all. It pissed him off because he knew. He knew that under any other circumstances, they would be something, something serious and special. He felt needy and he hated being needy. He hated being anything but self-sufficient.
Janie grabbed his arm and pulled at him, obviously losing her patience with him. “Ty, man. What is up?”
“It’s Davey,” he said, finally giving in to her nagging. He’d just got out of the shower. He dragged his towel off his head and plopped down on the sofa, his track pants sliding against the vinyl.
Janie plopped down in the armchair, tucking her feet under her. “The racer Davey?”
He glared at her. She knew exactly what Davey he was talking about. He had been all Tyler had talked about since their first hookup. “God, yes. Racer Davey.”
“What happened?” Her eyes sparkled like sapphires and begged him to give her the scoop. Damned gossip whore!
Tyler sighed, finally giving in. “He’s too sexy. Too perfect. Fuck! I can’t have him and he fucking wants me. Do you have any fucking idea how fucked up that is?”
“He wants you, huh? Did you get laid again?” She wiggled her eyebrows at him. When he didn’t respond, she started bouncing up and down. “You got laid again! Fu-u-uck!”
“Yeah,” he said without much enthusiasm. He flipped the towel around in his hands. “Doesn’t matter much, but yes. He also invited me to stay the week with him in his RV.”
“Uh, fuck up much? What the hell are you doing here? Hello?”
He threw the towel at her. “Fuck you. You know I can’t do it. It’ll call too much attention to us.”
“Sure, yeah. I forget you’re not open there. But you should, I don’t know, do something. Maybe go up a day early. One day isn’t going to make a difference. You could get away with that. Go completely unnoticed.” She shrugged, holding her hands up.
Tyler wanted more time with Davey desperately. He stared at his hands wishing he could have them all over that man again. “Fuck. I gotta call him.” He got up to get his cell, when smack. The towel popped him in the back of the head. What the hell, was she twelve?
He growled at her, then jerked the towel away from Janie and went to his room. He shut the door behind him and grabbed his cell. He sat in the little office chair at his desk rather than the bed, and tapped his screen on Davey’s number. His eyes danced all over the pictures on his wall and the sketchpad left open to his drawing of Davey’s bike.
“Hey, Ty!” Davey sounded overly excited.
“Davey. Hi. I just wanted to let you know I’m home.”
“Thanks.”
“Sure.” Silence hung between them for a moment. Tyler hated the awkwardness. “Listen, Davey.”
“Yeah?”
“Um, think I could, I don’t know, come out like a day early? Like on Wednesday?”
Davey made a whooping noise then answered quickly. “Please! How early can you get here?”
“Don’t know. I’ll have to move my flight. Shouldn’t be a big deal. I’ll text you when I get the info.”
“Tyler! Man, you don’t know how happy you just made me. I’ll pick you up at the airport.”
“No. No, don’t. Just text me the address of the park. I’ll rent a car. It’s easier, better that way.” He shouldn’t have to say it would also be less chance of getting caught together.
Silence.
“Davey?”
“Yeah. You’re right.”
For once, Tyler hated being right. “I fucking feel like I’m telling you no all the time.”
“Baby, I get it. I know you’re right. I told you I’m spoiled.”
“Did you just call me baby? Again?”
“U
h, yeah? Is that okay?”
Tyler had to adjust his pants. His dick seemed to like it well enough. “Well, just don’t do it when people are around.”
“It embarrasses you?” Davey asked, irritation clear in his voice.
“No! It fuckin’ makes me hard.”
“Baby, baby, baby, fuck when you’re here, that’s all that’s coming out of my mouth!”
Tyler had to laugh. “OhmyGod! You are total batshit!”
“You make me that way, baby! Seriously, I can’t wait to see you. Call me tomorrow. I gotta get a workout in.”
“Okay. Thanks, Davey.”
“For what?” he asked quickly with a soft chuckle.
He shrugged, but knew Davey couldn’t see that. Sighing, he answered, “Not giving up on me.”
“You’re worth it, baby.”
“Later, Davey.” Tyler hung up and flipped his laptop open. He managed to get a flight that landed at Hartsfield at 8 a.m. in the morning. Fucking early! If Davey thought Tyler was worth pursuing, then he was worth an early flight.
6
Davey’s phone rang. He turned to look at it, peeling one eye open. It was 3 a.m. The caller ID said it was Tyler. His eyes opened, he sat up, and tapped the button to answer the call. “Ty? Hey, you okay?”
“Sure, I’m okay.” Tyler giggled on the other end. “Miss you.”
“I miss you too. It’s freakin’ late. What’re you doing up?”
More giggling. “Janie had some people over.”
“Are you drunk?”
“No. I mean I had a few drinks, but no, not drunk.” It sounded like he was trying to hide his laughter.
Davey’s cock had slowly been getting hard since he’d answered the phone, partially just because of Tyler. He always made Davey hard, but part of it had to do with all the giggling from Tyler. “Are you stoned?” What had stoic Tyler, the voice of reason, giggling like a school girl? It was definitely giggling, not laughing. A distinct difference.
“Uh, maybe. You know I live in Colorado?”
“Okay,” he said, drawing the word out. Stoned Tyler was something new.
“Ah, you know how it is, Davey? A few friends over, someone pulls out a joint. Just a couple of hits. No big.”
The conversation headed down a strange turn. “No. I don’t know how it is. I don’t have friends like that, Ty.”
“Oh, right. You’re kinda, ah, like a professional athlete. Guess you don’t toke. It’d be bad for you. Huh?”
“Yeah. Something like that.” Davey frowned. He didn’t understand Tyler’s perspective, no frame of reference at all.
“What about in high school? Ever have anyone at a high school party offer up a joint?” Were his words slurring, just a little?
“I didn’t go to high school, Ty.”
“What?”
“I have my diploma, but I was home schooled. Fuck, man. At five years old, dirt bikes were already my life. By ten everyone could see my potential. Hell, my father was freakin’ Daddy Warbucks! If I hadn’t been riding seriously, he would have shipped me off to some private school. Guess I got lucky there, but no. I have no idea about high school, parties, or friends like that.”
“Damn.” Tyler sounded more sober, more his serious self. “I sort of feel bad now.”
“Don’t. I love riding. I can’t imagine a better childhood.”
“Okay, I get that. Sometimes I feel like I was born with a wrench in my hand. I went straight from high school into an eighteen-month program and bam! On a Supercross team. Like I’m living my dream.”
“Yeah? That I can relate to.” Davey couldn’t help but smile. He had images of a little towheaded Tyler running around his mother’s kitchen with tools in his hand, or bothering his father under a car. “Was your father a mechanic, too?”
“No. I, uh, I don’t know. He left when I was little and Mom never talked much about him. I don’t remember him.”
“We’re backwards. My mom died.” He stopped talking. He’d never talked about his mom with anyone, even his dad.
“I’m sorry, Davey.”
“Don’t be. I never knew her. She died in childbirth. Anyway, it was my dad’s death that was devastating.”
“Yeah. That wasn’t that long ago, was it?”
It had been in the press. Anyone following Supercross for the last few years would have seen it, yet it still seemed a surprise that Tyler knew. He didn’t say anything for a minute, just listened to the sound of Tyler’s breathing. He loved that sound. Rough, masculine, completely Tyler.
Feminine laughter on the other end interrupted his thoughts. “That’s Janie,” Tyler whispered. Then he heard Tyler talking to her, quieter, as if he’d pulled the phone away from his mouth. “Leave me alone, girl. What the hell?” More giggling, both hers and his. A smack. Janie squealed. “Get!” A door shutting. Tyler giggling again, but back on the line. “Sorry, about that.”
“Did you spank her?”
“Uh, I swatted her ass, yes.” Silence, not even breathing. “She’s like my sister, Davey.”
Davey didn’t know what to think about Tyler’s relationship with her. “Okay,” he said, skeptically.
“I’d rather smack your ass,” Tyler answered in a deep seductive voice.
“That’s not happening.” As much as Davey wanted to play with Tyler, he figured he better set some rules up front. Getting spanked was not going to happen. “No way am I ever riding with a sore ass.”
“Guess not.” Tyler giggled again. Davey thought it was endearing. He wondered why it didn’t bother him. Maybe he was just glad Tyler had called him instead of doing a million other irresponsible things.
“Baby, as fun as this is, I have to get back to sleep. I have a very early workout session.”
“Okay. I know. I just…I miss you and I can’t wait to see you.”
“Me too, baby.”
“Fuck! I love it when you call me that.”
“Baby!”
“I’m going to go jack off now! Bye, Davey.”
Davey waited until the phone went dead and then tapped the red bar and tossed his cell to the side table. He rolled over and stared up into the darkness. He would have to jack off, too, or he’d never get back to sleep.
He reached over and grabbed his phone, tapping Tyler’s number to call him back.
“Davey?”
“I want to hear you come.” He couldn’t believe he’d just blurted it out like that.
Tyler’s voice strained as he said, “Oh, fuck!”
“There already?” Davey asked in a low and breathy tone.
“No, but I’m in it. Picturing your mouth.”
Davey reached down and took a tentative pull on his own cock. “I want your mouth. God, so bad.”
“Call me baby,” Tyler demanded.
“Fuck, baby. I want to kiss you and suck your cock. Baby, I want to be inside you.” He worked it hard, fucking up into his hand. He turned his hips to get a better angle. “Fuck, baby.”
“Oh, God! I want—” Tyler’s breath caught, sharp and panting. He started making grunting noises, sending Davey right there to the edge.
“I feel it. I’m coming, baby.” Davey’s own breath came out in short pants; he couldn’t get enough air into his lungs. His balls pulled up tight.
He heard more grunting and he exploded, hitting his chest and flowing over his knuckles.
“Uh, baby? Did you come for me, baby?” Davey asked.
“Yeah,” Tyler whispered, sounding very satisfied.
“I want a picture of you. Like that, Ty.”
Tyler fell into another fit of giggles that made Davey want to reach through the phone and grab his lover. Tyler mewled, “Okay. Hold on.”
A minute later his phone beeped, and Davey flipped it to see the picture of Tyler’s face smiling out at him, his eyes a little droopy, his half smile a little sexy. He heard more giggling. “I’m not sending you dirty pictures, Davey. I don’t know you that well.” More giggling. It was ridiculously ad
orable and Davey wanted to hear Tyler make that sound every day for the rest of his life.
“When you get here, I’m spanking your ass, Ty. You’re so bad.”
“Bad? Me? You’re the dirty boy that called me back to jack off together.”
“You loved it, baby. Admit it.” Now, Davey felt like giggling. He loved what Tyler brought out in him.
“Yeah, well, I did. I’m getting hard again thinking about you spanking me. Fuck! I don’t have to ride, Davey. You can spank me anytime.”
“Fuck, baby. I gotta get some sleep. You’re killing me!”
“Yeah. Night. Wet dreams!” his voice sang.
“Oh yeah, you’re definitely getting spanked, baby.”
Tyler’s voice sounded sleepy when he answered, “Night, Davey.”
“Night, Sleeping Beauty,” he answered, reverting back to Tyler’s first nickname.
They finally hung up again. Davey felt more settled. Sleep would find him rather quickly. He didn’t even bother to clean up the spunk. He felt so good, thinking about Tyler, he just rolled over and crashed.
Davey woke at five thirty, knowing he had to get in some good workouts over the next few days. He wanted to be able to spend as much time with Tyler as he could before they both had to get to work. One day with Tyler did not qualify as nearly enough, but he wouldn’t complain. He reached over to his cell phone; it flashed with a notification.
Another picture from Tyler waited for him and not a typical selfie, sexting or otherwise, either. It made his cock stand up straight and hard. Tyler lay stretched out across a mattress, gripping his balls and the base of his cock. His other hand lightly rested on one pec, his elbow up by his face. His eyes were hooded with ecstasy and his tongue peeked out the right corner of his mouth. Smokin’ hot. He texted back right away, You are so incredibly beautiful!!
He didn’t wait for a return text. He figured Tyler would be out cold until around noon or later. He might have to take care of his morning wood, jacking off to this new exquisite picture. Otherwise, it might be painful getting through his workout. He looked at the picture again, wanting to run his tongue over those nipples, down that trail of honey blond hair leading to that gorgeous cock. Then, he wanted to run his tongue along Tyler’s length. Davey’s own cock stood up, rock hard and demanding attention.
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