He made his way into the kitchen. Brad would have called and had his service stock the fridge for him. The man would do anything to make sure he ate right. He found a container of hummus and pita chips in the pantry that he could snack on until dinner. He pulled out one of the premade meals from the freezer. Chicken and veggies. When he did get Tyler home, they’d cook and grill fresh food. Tyler loved steak. Davey smiled to himself thinking of how much he wanted to please Tyler, make him happy. He wanted to see that satisfied smile on his face every morning as they woke up in a tangled mess of arms and legs. Hadn’t that been the best part of every night they’d spent together?
Davey ate by himself at the breakfast bar and turned on some rock music, trying to just enjoy a quiet meal, but he kept checking the time on his phone, unable to stand the wait until Tyler called him. It would still be a while since Tyler had a later flight. He was probably in the air now. Davey pouted.
How the hell was he going to get through this week? He had three days until he had to catch his flight to Indianapolis. With only three races of the season left, he led the point’s board. If he did well these next few races, he’d win the overall championship. He could do it if he could just stay focused.
“Sledgehammer,” by Peter Gabriel rang from his phone. Brad. He tapped his screen to answer the call. “Yeah?”
“What are you eating?” Brad blurted out without so much as a hello, but he’d always been like that. Davey smiled a little, feeling comfort in the familiarity of it.
“Chicken and veggies from the freezer.” Davey was used to the interrogation when he was home between races.
“Good. There should be eggs and turkey bacon in the fridge. Eat a good breakfast before you go out to practice tomorrow.”
“How do you know I’m going to practice?”
“You always practice and we always have this conversation. Just do what I tell you, brat!” The good-natured ribbing from Brad made it feel like they could actually be friends. He had been a wonderful coach and food mentor, and he did more than bitch about what Davey ate, though, and Davey appreciated his efforts.
“Yeah, okay. I’m probably going to swim afterwards.”
“Then, you’ll want a big lunch. So, don’t forget to set something out before you head off to the track.”
“Sure. Thanks, Brad.”
“No prob, dude. Get some rest tonight, will you?”
“I am. Bed early. I’m beat.” He didn’t lie; every muscle on his body ached with exhaustion.
They hung up. He knew Brad and Stewart both cared about him, but it was their job regardless of friendship—not like Tyler.
He cleaned up his dishes and got a package out of the freezer for his lunch tomorrow. He didn’t look at it, just dropped it into the fridge. If he waited until morning, he’d probably forget about it and then he’d be eating peanut butter sandwiches.
Shakira’s new song, “Empire,” rang out of his phone. Tyler. He had just set the ring tone on his trip back from the airport. He hoped it wasn’t too obvious, but then he really didn’t care; he liked it. He answered quickly. “Hey!”
“Hey, back.” Just hearing Tyler’s voice made Davey’s cock start twitching, even when he sounded so tired.
“You home?”
“Yep. Just got in. I’m lying on my bed. I’m totally worn out.”
“Yeah. Me too. What’re you doing tomorrow?”
Tyler gave him a long breathy sigh. “I’m hanging out at the pool with Janie. That’s it.”
Davey laughed. “I’ll be at the pool sometime tomorrow afternoon, doing laps. After practice.”
“Damn! Don’t you ever take a day off?”
“Nope. I’ll take time off when I retire.” He heard Tyler chuckle softly, but they both knew it for truth. “I miss you already.”
“You do?”
“You’re not backing out on me again are you?” They’d decided that they would meet on Wednesday at a hotel near the airport and spend the night. They’d split up after that until Saturday night after the race. Then, they’d meet back up at the same hotel. Davey had already booked the rooms. That would be their plan for the next three races. They’d meet before and after and away from everyone else. But, Thursday through the end of the race on Saturday, they didn’t even know each other. It would be hard, but that’s the way it had to be. Sunday they’d fly out to their different homes. Davey wished Tyler would fly to his home instead, but maybe they could figure out something eventually. “Come stay at The Ranch with me for a while after Vegas.” The last race in Las Vegas would have Davey incredibly wired regardless of the outcome and he didn’t want to be alone during the break, especially if he could have Tyler with him.
“I’m still thinking about it. Let’s see how the next few weeks go. Okay?”
Davey listened to the silence on the phone. He wanted a yes, wanted Tyler to give in. Damn, he felt like throwing a fit like a spoiled two-year old.
“Hey,” Tyler said. “I’m not backing down. Not changing my mind. Promise.”
“Okay. I just, you know.” He wanted to tell Tyler he loved him, but knew it was too soon. Maybe if he would come out to The Ranch. “It’s just lonely here.”
“You can call me anytime.”
“Thanks, baby.” Tyler’s words helped. Davey knew he couldn’t rush this thing, or he’d end up alone for real. “Go to bed, Sleeping Beauty. Take your phone to the pool with you tomorrow. I’ll call.”
“Okay. Night, Davey!”
He hung up, reluctantly. They’d done the phone sex thing before, but Tyler sounded extremely tired, probably jet-lagged. The next few weeks would be trying. They both needed some rest.
19
Last race - Las Vegas.
Wednesday morning.
Tyler had seen his lover on FaceTime all week, but he still missed him, missed being with him. Tyler had been surprised to find an iPhone in his mailbox right after the Indianapolis race. Davey had invested in phones for both of them as soon as he realized how easy it would be to see Tyler at any time. It amped up the phone sex sessions for sure. Watching Davey stroke that long cock of his turned Tyler inside out but it was nothing compared to the real thing. Tyler couldn’t wait to get his hands and mouth on his lover after almost four days apart with nothing but FaceTime.
Their relationship had escalated to another level. They talked more than they jacked off, getting to know each other much better. They didn’t let even one day pass without speaking, and each conversation had Tyler falling head over heels for his racer!
Davey made him feel like a teenager again after four years on his own. Tyler spent a lot of time mooning over his lover and sketching his bike from every possible angle. He wished they had more time together but he was still terrified they would get busted and he’d lose everything. Tyler didn’t think Davey completely understood that. Getting busted would be just as bad for both of them for the most part, but Davey’s situation was a little different. He had his family fortune to fall back on. Tyler had nothing.
He signed for his rental car and plugged the hotel address into his GPS. Twenty minutes later he pulled in to the parking lot and texted Davey to let him know he had arrived. Davey had the later flight, so Tyler had to wait for him to get there and check in. It wouldn’t be a long wait, but it would give Tyler a few minutes to think about Davey and what they were doing. He pulled out his sketch pad, doodling mindlessly as he thought.
Davey had asked Tyler to visit him after the race several more times, but Tyler never felt pressured. He wanted to take Davey up on his offer and see what it would be like to spend two uninterrupted weeks with his lover, but the thought also scared him to death. He hated being so conflicted. Janie had told him to accept, but to book an open-ended plane ticket. That way if things weren’t working out, he could just leave.
The scarier thought for Tyler was that he would love it. The what if’s on that thought flowed outrageously through his conflicted brain. What if he loved it so much and fell in love
with Davey and then Davey sent him packing? That was probably the most extreme case. Though unlikely, he still had to consider the possibility, knowing it would leave Tyler with a wounded heart. What if Tyler liked staying with Davey and didn’t want to leave? What if Davey asked him to stay longer? What if Davey asked him to move in? His chest started tightening and stomach acid rolled up his throat.
Tyler had to beat back his fears. He couldn’t let himself panic. He concentrated on his drawing for a moment.
Ultimately, he wouldn’t know any of the answers to his what-if scenarios if he didn’t go for it. He could drive himself crazy sitting around thinking about it forever, but then he’d never know for sure. Not wanting to regret anything in his life, Tyler resigned himself to accepting Davey’s offer, and enjoying the time they had left for the afternoon and evening.
His thoughts turned again to putting his hands and mouth on his lover. Davey’s long lean body just did it for him. He wanted to lick his way down the tattoo that danced down his spine, and lick between his ass cheeks. His cock throbbed against his jeans in response to his thoughts. He rubbed himself through his pants and closed his eyes, holding his sketchpad against his chest.
He wanted to be inside his lover again, the one thing they hadn’t gotten back to, since his previous freak-out. Maybe he could revisit that after he told Davey he’d come to The Ranch. Maybe that would be enough to make Davey secure enough to let Tyler top him again. Or maybe they’d flip once they were at The Ranch. He didn’t blame Davey for being skittish about it after the way he’d run out on him the last time. Tyler had let his fears push Davey away. Ultimately, Tyler couldn’t let those fears take this relationship away from him. He loved his career, but he had to consider that he may love Davey more.
A tap at his windshield made him jump up. Davey stood outside the car, peering in the window. “What’re you doin’, Ty?” Davey asked as Tyler opened the door.
He got out of the car, dropping the sketchpad on the seat and pulled Davey into a tight embrace, grinding his pelvis into Davey’s. “Thinking about you, lover,” he moaned into Davey’s ear.
“Then, let’s get to the room.”
Tyler grabbed his bag and sketch pad out of the car and followed Davey up to the room. Once inside, Davey pinned Tyler up against the back of the door. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Me too.”
Davey pulled back and tapped at the sketch pad that Tyler still held. “What’s that you’re drawing?”
“Uh, cam shaft.” He shoved the pad into his bag without showing Davey. He glanced at Davey’s confused look. “It’s nothing. Listen, I have to tell you something,” he said, ready to change the subject.
Davey released him and backed up, fear in his eyes.
Tyler had to spit it out fast, not wanting Davey to worry at all. “I decided to take you up on your offer. I’ll do it. Visit you at your house.”
Davey hooted and wrapped his arms around Tyler’s waist and spun, picking him up off his feet. “Let’s celebrate then.” He kissed Tyler hard. Tyler loved the taste and feel of his man. The urgency of needing Davey, his lover, rushed over him full throttle.
Tyler rested his head on Davey’s chest feeling Davey’s heartbeat thumping against his ear and listening to his lover’s slow steady breaths. Davey’s arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders and back, warm flesh pressed against his own. The dark hotel room made Tyler feel like they were wrapped together in a cocoon of love, or maybe he was just turning sappy.
Nuzzling into Davey’s skin, Tyler wondered what it would be like at The Ranch with Davey. His heart rapidly dove deeper and deeper into this relationship. If they weren’t in Supercross, Tyler would have no problem throwing himself into Davey without fear and no looking back or doubting himself. If Davey lived in his apartment complex and wasn’t Davey McAllister, Supercross Superstar, they could be a real couple. Tyler tried not to let that fantasy grow; it wasn’t likely to happen. Davey was that Superstar and his own job was in a homophobic industry. While he wished it wasn’t, he still couldn’t give it up. He’d pushed and clawed to get this far in his career. It was practically unheard of for a mechanic to be on a 450 bike crew at his age. He lived and breathed bikes and so did Davey. How ironic that the love of their lives would keep them apart.
Tyler had so little time with his lover, he wanted to spend it loving Davey, not worrying over what he couldn’t have with the man. He kissed Davey’s chest, not wanting to fall asleep and miss any of this intimacy between them. He shifted, trying to get as close as possible. Despite his initial fidgeting and determination, Tyler settled comfortably against Davey’s side and fell asleep, peacefully.
20
Still irritated at doing so poorly in Las Vegas, Davey paced the airport lobby, waiting for Tyler’s plane to land. In that final race, Davey ended up crashing and coming in at a miserable eighteenth place, thanks to that stupid rookie that plowed into him. It cost him the championship. He finished second in points. He couldn’t help feel pissy after all his hard work, but he still wanted to make Tyler’s stay as fun as possible for both of them, so he swallowed down his disappointment in his Supercross career and committed himself to thinking of nothing but Tyler for the next two weeks. He had a lot to do over the offseason, but the first two weeks were all Tyler’s. Once his flight landed, Davey would not let himself think about Las Vegas again until his training started.
It had only been three days since he’d seen Tyler, but it felt like so much longer. After the race, Davey had been in a low mood. Tyler had been wonderful, doing everything to make him feel better. He’d ordered food, bought a bottle of wine, made him soak in the Jacuzzi tub, and then Tyler gave him a back massage that ended with Tyler’s mouth all over his body, including his cock. It’d been one of the best blow jobs he’d ever received. He wanted to make the next few weeks just as special for Tyler.
He couldn’t wait for Tyler to get there and he checked the flight board for the twentieth time in the past thirty minutes. The flight was on time and due to land any minute. Davey’s stomach flipped over, worse than it did on any of the jumps he made on his bike. He laughed at how nervous he was about the visit. He wanted things to go well. Tyler had swept into his life like a whirlwind, wrapping Davey up in their relationship so tightly, he never wanted to go back to being without Tyler. How it had all started had been amazing and crazy, but it hardly mattered. Davey cared more about their future than their past and he wanted to spend every minute of that future with Tyler.
He walked back and forth in front of the terminal. Four Corners was a rinky-dink airport over a hundred miles north of The Ranch, but it was the closest place Tyler could fly into. They were just lucky Tyler could easily fly from Denver because that was about the only flight Four Corners had. They’d still have to drive almost two hours to get to The Ranch, as it was. Davey wondered how he was going to keep his hands off of his lover that long. He wanted Tyler, desperately. Every time they got together, the first hour was a mad dash to touch, kiss, and love each other as much as humanely possible. Davey wanted his hands and lips to memorize every inch of Tyler’s body, an impossible task, but he could absolutely not stop trying.
When he checked the flight board yet again, he almost jumped up and down when he saw the “on time” had flipped to “arrived.” He hurried over to the gate. The anticipation built up in his chest, threatening to bubble over and up his throat, as he held back a shout. His heart pinged off his rib cage in multiple directions and his lungs heaved, desperately trying to catch up. Then he saw that blond hair.
He dashed up to his lover, enveloping him. He wanted to wrap him up and hold on to Tyler forever. He leaned down and planted a quick kiss on his lips. Tyler pushed him away.
His throat constricted, but Davey managed to blurt out, “Hey, Ty.”
“Hey!” Tyler’s green eyes sparkled with excitement and something else. Fear?
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just. Just don’t want to
take chances.” Tyler looked around the airport, and Davey followed the direction of his searching eyes. No one paid any attention to them.
“Uh, nobody knows who we are here. They have no idea, and they don’t care.”
“Still.” Tyler looked down at the worn airport carpeting. “If this gets out, I just don’t want it to be because of me.”
“It’s not. It won’t.” Davey gave up. He wasn’t going to convince Tyler and he shouldn’t have to, but it wasn’t the most important thing, either. “Come on. Let’s get your bags and get out of here.” He’d rather maul his lover in private anyway.
It only took a minute to get to the baggage ramp and there probably hadn’t been fifty people on the flight, but the wait for Tyler’s luggage seemed incredibly long. When they had the two duffels, each carrying one bag, they headed out to the short-term parking and loaded up in Davey’s truck.
“How far is it?” Tyler asked.
Davey groaned. “Two hours, give or take.”
“Damn.”
“I want you so bad, Tyler.”
“Maybe we can stop somewhere?” When Tyler asked, his voice so seductive, Davey had to stare at him. His rounded cheek bones framing his gorgeous eyes and cute stubby nose, and those kissable, fuckable lips. He wanted them on him, on his cock, right then.
“Maybe,” he managed to answer, his mouth suddenly dry. He figured he’d end up humping Tyler in the foyer as soon as they stepped through the front door, just because he’d be unable to hold out any longer. “Come here.”
Tyler slid across the seat until he sat as close as he could and not interfere with the stick shift. Davey ran his hand up Tyler’s thigh and skimmed across the bulge in the front of his jeans. He knew Tyler had the same problem. “I have to touch you,” Davey said.
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