Surprisingly, Tyler unbuttoned his pants and pulled his dick to the front so the tip of the head stuck out the top of his briefs. Davey shoved his hand down, capturing his cock and squeezing tightly. Then, he pulled his hand back out to shift gears again. “When we get out to 491, I’m going to keep my hand there.”
“Good.”
A little while later, Davey turned down the divided highway heading toward Gallup, New Mexico. The midday sun glared blindingly across the windshield and made waving mirages in the road ahead, but no other traffic on the road could be seen either way for miles. Feeling confident and dangerous, Davey plunged his hand down the front of Tyler’s pants. He needed to feel the silky flesh of his lover’s cock. Without looking, he rubbed his thumb across the tip, gently sliding across the slit.
“God, Davey.” The words came out between panting breaths. Davey loved that he affected Tyler that way.
“More?” he asked.
“Yes,” Tyler panted.
Davey stroked the length of Tyler’s cock, shoving his hand deeper into his pants. “I want you in my mouth, Tyler. Want to lick you and suck you.”
Tyler lifted his hips off the seat, making strangled noises as he shifted around. He shoved his pants farther down to give Davey more access. When he sat back down, Davey sped up his strokes, caressing him and fondling his balls until he had Tyler moaning with pleasure and bucking into his hand. He rubbed faster, concentrating on the tip. Tyler reached down below his hand, gripping the bottom of his cock. Together they jerked until Tyler called out Davey’s name and came all over his hands.
“There’s paper towels in the glove compartment.”
Tyler reached in and handed some to Davey and used the rest to clean up his stomach.
“Come here,” Davey said. Tyler slid over sideways and cuddled under Davey’s arm. He was just where Davey wanted him, at least in that moment. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
21
Tyler felt safe and loved under Davey’s arm. Davey gave him the exact release he needed to get through another hour or so of traveling in the truck. “I’m glad I’m here, too.”
Tyler looked out the windows gazing curiously at the desert landscape. He’d been too wrapped up in his horny damn cock to pay much attention, but now the sight left him amazed. Highway and wasteland stretched out as far as he could see. The highway went on and on, nothing for miles in either direction. Brown and red desert clay, not even plants as far as he could see, just dirt, sand, and more dessert stretched toward the horizon. “Wow, Davey, you really are out in the middle of fucking nowhere.”
“Yeah. I wasn’t kidding or exaggerating.” Davey chuckled.
Tyler moved Davey’s arm and practically climbed up the side of his body to get close enough to kiss the side of his face. “I’m sorry about earlier. In the airport. I’m just not used to it, being with you in public, I mean.”
Davey found his hand and laced their fingers together. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. The rest of our time together is just us. Okay?”
“I like that idea.”
Eventually, Davey pulled the truck off the highway and onto a dirt road that didn’t even seem to have a name. It wound around a whole lot of nothing and eventually came to another dirt road. A few miles up the second unnamed road, Davey pulled onto a long paved driveway. “This is it.”
“The Ranch?”
Another chuckle from Davey. “Yeah. The Ranch. Excited?”
“Yes, actually. I can’t wait to see it and learn more about you.” This was where Davey had spent most of his childhood. This was his home, and it would say more about the man he was falling in love with than any other place on Earth.
The driveway came up to a colossal gate that blocked the way. Davey entered a code in a box for the big white, barred contraption to move out of the way and let them in. “The code is 2727 in case you need it.”
“Figures,” Tyler laughed. Davey’s racing number had always been twenty-seven, and Tyler had a surprise for Davey regarding that number as well. “I have something to show you.” He might as well fess up since he wouldn’t be keeping it a secret for long. As soon as they were in the front door, he expected Davey to pounce on him.
“Yeah, what?” he asked, stopping the truck in front of a square pueblo-style house. Lovely trees lined the walk and along the house, which Tyler suspected had to be cared for regularly. The front portion stuck out like a huge box jutting out of the rest of the house. A line up of what looked like garages stretched out to one side, and the other side had two rows of big windows.
He hoped the garages had bikes that he could tinker on while he visited. Even though he was a bike mechanic for a living, he loved to relax while working on them. His secret hope was to one day have a garage and a few bikes to putter around with.
Davey got out of the truck and came around to the passenger side. He pulled Tyler up close to him, between his legs. “Show me what?”
Tyler realized that he hadn’t fastened his jeans, so it was nothing just to shove them down again and turn his hips to the side. When he did, Davey gasped. Tyler had gotten a tattoo of a race plate with yhe number twenty-seven in red and blue, Davey’s colors. It was on his right hip. “Like?” he asked.
“Oh my God! When did you get this?”
“Soon as I got back after Vegas. I went and got it before I even went home. It’s still a little tender.”
“Fuck. It’s sexy. It’s cool.”
Tyler found himself staring into the deep blue pools of Davey’s eyes, trying to read his emotions. He hoped Davey liked the tattoo. “Well, I did it for me, really. You’re such an important part of my life. No matter what happens, I’m always going to want to remember this. All of this.”
Davey pounced. He captured Tyler’s mouth and dominated it, practically shoving his tongue straight down Tyler’s throat. Tyler just opened up and let him have his way, licking back with short bursts of his tongue scraping across Davey’s. His hands brushed across Tyler’s hips lightly, as if asking permission.
“Can we go inside?” Tyler needed to get naked soon.
“Yeah, come on.”
The front door was a glass archway that led into a huge foyer with stylishly finished concrete floors. Through the foyer, Tyler could see straight out through to the back of the house to a wall of glass that overlooked a large open terrace. He dropped his bag and took a few tentative steps in.
“I’ll give you the grand tour, later,” Davey said as he wrapped his arms around Tyler’s waist from behind. “Right now, I want you. Fucking right here, baby.”
Davey pulled Tyler’s soft T-shirt up over his head and dropped it by the bags. He nibbled on Tyler’s shoulder. Tyler turned around, no longer interested in the view behind the house. Davey’s T-shirt came off and joined Tyler’s on the floor, allowing Davey to push their chests together, skin to skin.
Hands skimmed every inch of their bodies, mouths on skin, frantically seeking the satisfaction they both needed. “I missed you,” Tyler sighed into Davey’s mouth.
Davey guided Tyler into the living room and down on a large leather couch. Overhead, Tyler noticed huge wooden beams stretching across the ceiling and flanking either side of the stone fireplace. He pulled away from Davey just enough to whisper, “This place is great.”
“Mmm. I want you in every room of this house.”
“Fuck, yeah.”
Davey unbuttoned his jeans and shucked them off, while Tyler pulled his own down. Their bodies being disconnected only lasted long enough for the denim to hit the floor before Davey grabbed Tyler again. His bare skin skipped across the leather of the sofa, as Davey drug him down on top of him where he sat on the floor. Tyler sat in his lap, straddling his waist, cocks brushing together. “Ty, I want to be inside you.”
“Please,” Tyler answered.
Davey’s lips covered Tyler’s again, then licked down his neck.
“We need lube and stuff,” Tyler muttered into Davey’s chest.
“Yeah. Up.” Davey pushed him to his feet. “Wait here.”
Davey disappeared down a hallway leaving Tyler to look around. The entire home was a warm blanket of taupe and brown. The ash-colored beams blended with the gray stone of the colossal fireplace that practically took up one whole wall, and to the other side, the kitchen opened up to a space of golden brown cabinetry and gray, marble counter tops. On the far side, a beautiful old-fashioned wrought iron stove rested beneath an archway that matched the entrance to the house. A dining room table big enough for eight people sat below modern light fixtures to the right of the kitchen.
“Hey, come here.” Davey called him back to the fireplace.
Davey not only had lube and condoms, but a stack of quilts and a feather comforter that he dropped on the floor in front of the fireplace. He reached over and flicked a switch, and instantly the fire lit up inside. “Nice,” Tyler muttered.
“I want you here all fucking night.” Davey pointed to the pile of blankets all ready to be snuggled into.
Tyler liked the idea and dropped down to his knees in front of Davey. “I like that.” He wrapped his arms around Davey’s thighs, bringing him in closer, then wrapped his lips around Davey’s cock. “I like this idea, too,” he said, pulling off and looking up Davey’s long lean body. He licked at the velvety head of Davey’s cock, then let his lips slide down over the length.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you, Ty.”
Tyler sucked his lover until his dick strained hard in his mouth. He imagined Davey couldn’t possibly have any blood left in any other part of his body. “God, Davey. I need you. Fuck me now, please.”
Davey gently pushed Tyler’s shoulders down to the blankets and shoved Tyler’s thighs up and out, giving him access to Tyler’s most intimate spot. He dove his tongue into Tyler’s hole without warning, fucking him with his tongue until Tyler was squirming beneath him, panting hard. The urgency of their lovemaking was in full force, and Tyler couldn’t think around this huge need to have Davey inside him. All of him, his body from his toes to his head and especially his balls and his ass, as well as his heart and his soul, needed to feel and smell and touch and belong to Davey.
Davey leaned up and grabbed the lube, squirting it out on his fingers, then replacing them where his tongue had been. The first push inside Tyler’s hole was searing, stabbing into his soul. Sex with Davey had always been fun and insistent, but this felt like so much more, like nothing he had ever experienced. Tyler was hard pressed to put a name on it, especially when Davey’s fingers fucked him slowly, turning slightly with each stroke, feeling incredible.
Tyler humped against Davey’s fingers, wantonly. Davey’s other hand rubbed across Tyler’s lower belly, under his cock, holding him place with a gentle touch, trying to relax him, but those fingers left scorch marks across Tyler’s heart and sent him into overdrive. All the hot urgent need came roaring over him. “Davey, I’m ready, just fuck me. I need you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you. We have two weeks. There’s no rush.”
In that moment, Tyler realized the urgency he felt was more about the time they’d spent apart rather than the little time that they had together. His realization only made the pressure and need to rush increase. “Now. I need this. I need you.”
Davey gave up and moved to position his sheathed cock over Tyler’s hole. He leaned forward and teased his teeth along Tyler’s jaw as he pushed inside. Tyler cursed under his breath and pushed his hands up into Davey’s short hair.
“Need you, need you,” Tyler repeated, incapable of expressing himself more coherently.
The heat of that moment caught Davey too and he pounded into Tyler. Their lovemaking felt fast and furious and immediate. With each thrust, Tyler felt more and more connected to Davey in ways he previously couldn’t fathom. He had no idea what was happening to his heart, but the sex connected him to his lover and it went way beyond any physical touch. It washed his thoughts away like a waterfall pounding over a cliff. Tyler didn’t stop breathing hard until they lay sated and wrapped up in each other’s arms.
They spent most of the afternoon and evening in front of the fire, loving and caressing and reacquainting their bodies. They shared softly whispered words and long lingering kisses. Davey popped in a frozen pizza, a rare treat for him, and they drank a few glasses of wine. All in front of the fire. All of it simply perfect.
“I haven’t even seen the rest of your house,” Tyler laughed. They lay on their sides facing each other.
Davey nuzzled up under his ear, touching his arm, sliding a hand down his back to his ass. “In the morning.” With a gentle kiss, their tongues demanded more and they set off on another race.
22
Davey woke Tyler up with scrambled eggs and toast, about the only thing he could cook that wasn’t on a grill. Tyler’s stomach growled loudly, and he dug into the food eager to please Davey to no end. “Like?” he asked.
“Mm-hm,” Tyler answered, still eating.
Davey ate and drank coffee, watching Tyler the whole time. His lover was smiling and happy. Davey was surprised at how much that meant to him. He’d give almost anything to keep Tyler here, just like that, joyful and content.
“Your bike is cool as hell,” Tyler said, interrupting Davey’s thoughts.
“What?”
“That from your 250 championship?” He shoved more eggs in his mouth like they might walk away if he didn’t eat them fast enough.
“Yeah. Dad had it mounted.”
“Cool.”
Davey’s face broke into a huge smile thinking about what he wanted to do with Tyler. “So, my little grease monkey, you ride too, or just work on ‘em?” he asked.
Tyler’s green eyes lit up. He took a sip of coffee and swallowed his mouthful. “Fuck yeah, I ride. You can’t be good with a wrench without knowing the feel, the sound. Not like I’m skilled like you, though, or I’d be out there.”
“‘S’alright. I get it. I like that attitude, Ty. Hell, I like you.”
“So, we’re riding today?” His eyes grew big with wonder like seeing Santa Claus for the first time.
“Yeah, we’re riding. I have my own track and several bikes. A couple of boss 450 Kawasaki’s.”
Tyler smiled wide. “I like you, too. A lot.” Those words meant the world to Davey. His heart stuttered and begged to hear more.
After breakfast, they geared up and loaded two bikes in the truck. Tyler looked them both over thoroughly before helping to get them up on the truck. Davey had extra sizes of shirts, pants, pads, and boots. It didn’t take too long to find what fit. “How come you have all these?” Tyler asked.
Davey shrugged. “I have cousins and shit that always come out. A lot of it is stuff I outgrew or whatever. Some was my dad’s. It’s been convenient to keep. My dad started it.” It was impossible to overlook all of the reminders of his father in the house. After all, he’d built the thing.
“You miss your dad a lot?”
“Yeah.”
Tyler nodded. “My mom is still around, but we don’t talk a lot. She’s got a new boyfriend. It’s sort of weird.”
“They know you’re gay?”
Tyler smiled demurely. “Yep. Man! Everyone freaking knows I’m gay outside of Supercross. It’s kinda hard to hide it, especially from the ones close to you. Ha! My mom knew before I did even.”
“I, uh, don’t know what that’s like. I shoved my attractions away just as much as everything else. I guess, I’ve always been around guys, you know. At the track, racing. It’s been my whole life. I wouldn’t even know what to do with a girl. But, my dad? If he knew, he didn’t say anything and neither did I.”
Tyler grabbed a helmet and tried it on. “No one knows then? That you’re gay?”
“How’s that fit?” he asked about the helmet, and Tyler gave him a thumbs-up and took it off. “Well, my manager knows. Stewart. That’s it and that’s recent.” He winked at Tyler, helping him with the rest of his equipment.
“It’s
kind of bizarre, like a parallel world. At home everyone knows, at the track no one does and I don’t want anyone to know. You, though, no one knows anywhere, but you don’t seem to care either way.”
It was Davey’s turn to shrug. “I don’t think it’s that I don’t care, but until you, I haven’t given it much thought. I haven’t had room for anything else.”
“Seems kinda sad.”
“Whatever. I’m not sad that you’re here. Let’s go!”
They loaded up and drove out through Davey’s property to the track. “Dad had the track built for me years ago. I have a tractor to work on it, but Princeton sends people out to change it up for me, too.”
“That’s too freakin’ cool.”
“Yeah, but they haven’t been out in a while and I have no idea what the track’s like. I haven’t even been out here in a week. Let’s walk it first.” He wanted to make sure Tyler knew the track before they got out and opened up on it. Tyler was right about not being in his league as far as riding. There was no way someone that rode so little would be anywhere near the level of the number two Supercross 450 racer in the world. That wasn’t ego, it was just truth. But, he didn’t want Tyler to feel uncomfortable about it either. Walking the track was the best way to go.
He pointed out all the dips, ruts, turns, whoops, and jumps to Tyler, just as if he would be getting ready for a race himself. Tyler seemed to appreciate it, but was also anxious to get on the bikes. Davey could see it in his eyes, and he could relate. He knew firsthand what it felt like to have that powerful 450 between his legs. There was nothing in the world he loved more than flying on his bike. If there was anything, it was Tyler. “You ready?”
“Let’s do this.” Tyler laughed as he pulled the helmet on, then strapped on his goggles.
They took off on the dirt bikes. Davey kept it dialed down a notch on the first lap just to see how Tyler handled everything, but Tyler did well. He pounded through the whoops and got decent air over some of the jumps, so Davey kicked it up a notch, quickly pulling ahead of him.
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