He got off the elevator on his floor, walked to his room, slid the key card into the lock, and pushed open the door. The room was a typical motel room. Nothing much to write home about with the white bedspread, brown carpet, and it’s equally ugly curtains on the window. Someday, he would be able to afford a suite, he hoped.
The door banged shut behind him as he moved to grab his dirty socks from the floor so he could stuff them into his duffle. His riding supplies were already in his gear bag. He checked the room one last time for anything he missed, opened the door and ran smack into Cyrus Cochran. “Hey, Cyrus.”
“What’s up, Levi?”
Levi shrugged as he set his bag on the floor to check the door. “Not much. Getting ready to roll out to Oklahoma for the next stop.”
“Yeah, me too.” He glanced over Levi’s frame. “You riding with someone?”
“Curt and I are convoying. If you want to tag along, you can, I suppose. We are taking our time though. Stopping at a hotel tonight.”
“Nah, that’s okay. I have family to stay with in Phoenix. Good luck on the next round. You did well this weekend.”
“Thanks. I just hope my shoulder holds up.”
“That’s right. You dislocated it, didn’t you?”
“Yep. It’s sore, but it’s okay.”
“Your riding hand right?”
Levi nodded. “It’ll be okay though. I’m babying it right now so it’ll be okay for this weekend.”
“Aren’t you close to qualifying for finals?”
He nodded again. “I need to win this weekend to qualify. With the last run coming up in a month, I need all the points I can get.”
Cyrus tipped his hat. “Well, good luck to you. I’ll see you in Oklahoma.”
“Thanks.”
Cyrus went on down the hall, the clank of his boots muffled by the carpet on the floor. Levi picked up his bag before he headed for the elevator to meet Curt in the lobby. They needed to get moving. It was almost ten already and with a twenty-five plus hour drive in front of them, they had to put some miles on the tires before nightfall. They could drive late if they wanted to, but Levi needed to rest his shoulder more than not. Driving might aggravate it a bit.
When the elevator doors opened, he spotted Curt lounging next to a large white pillar, his bags at his feet. “You ready?”
“Yeah, let’s roll.”
“Do you have a GPS so we know where we are going?”
“Yep. I’ve already got the information written down so I just need to plug it in when I get to my truck and we’ll be all set.”
“Great.”
The two of them walked down the long hall toward the parking garage of the hotel. Levi had a large dually pickup he loved.
“I have a small ford ranger truck. Green. I’ll meet you out by the curb. I’m up on the second level,” Curt said as they parted ways at the doors.
“I’m driving a black dually. You’ll hear me coming from a mile away. It’s a diesel.”
Curt laughed. The deep, rich baritone of his laughter caught Levi by surprise. The sound traveled straight to his dick, getting a huge rise out of the offending member that had a mind of its own where Curt was concerned. Luckily, Curt had already walked away and didn’t see the hard-on Levi now sported. Damn thing.
Levi found his truck a minute later, tossed his bags in behind the seat, and then climbed in behind the wheel. The truck started with a low growl. Man, he loved that sound. He programmed the address for the venue into his GPS, and waited for it to finish computing before he backed out of the parking spot.
He pulled out of the garage just as Curt pulled in behind him at the gate releasing them from their concrete prison for vehicles.
It took a couple of minutes for them to get onto the highway headed out of town. Once underway, he popped in his iPod, got the music started, and settled in for the long ride.
* * * *
Curt watched the back of Levi’s truck in the distance as they drove on through the day. The truck was just like its owner, big, built, and bad or at least he wanted to think so. Levi was an enigma to him at the moment. He wasn’t sure which was the guy swung, but he had a feeling it was with others of his own sex. Good. Curt wanted to find out just how hard the guy swung. Now his own preferences ran both ways, but he really liked plundering a man’s asshole and Levi was the one he wanted to ream. “Maybe tonight, my friend. Maybe tonight.” He definitely had ulterior motives for asking Levi to share a room with him. It would be easier to seduce the man if they were together nonstop, he figured. His cock swelled behind the fly of his jeans as he adjusted himself to relieve some of the pressure.
Thoughts of Levi going down on him had him hard in seconds. Levi had a sweet mouth just made to fuck. As soon as he double-checked on the other man’s preferences, all bets were off. They’d be fucking like bunnies before finals, he hoped.
Levi was six-foot-two of pure muscle as were most bull riders. His green eyes reminded Curt of grass swaying in the summer sun. Blond hair framed his face, but he kept the locks short in the back. He usually wore a straw cowboy hat when he rode although he switched out for a helmet here lately after one of their fellow riders was almost killed riding without a helmet. Curt was glad he’d switched.
His friend was on fire with his rides lately. Last weekend he’d went dead on, riding all of his bulls with precision and grace. Every bull rider on the circuit probably wished they could ride the way Levi rode. He definitely earned his check.
They were both riding for the finals in October. They only had a few more events to make sure their points were enough to get them in. Levi was on the edge. Him? He still had to win an event or at least come in a good second to get close. It wasn’t the end of the world if he didn’t make it, but he had a feeling for Levi, it might be.
Curt frowned when he thought about Levi retiring. The man was good, damn good. If he retired after this year, they would be losing one of the best riders on the circuit, but Curt would also be losing someone he’d learned a lot from, grown to admire, and one of the kindest guys he knew. Levi would do anything to help if someone was down. He’d been known to give other guys money, if they were going to have to sleep in their vehicle, so they could get a hotel room or buy someone a meal if they were sitting one out because they couldn’t afford it that week.
The blinker on Levi’s truck came on as they neared an exit. His friend probably needed to take a leak or something. Curt followed him off the exit to the truck stop a block away. Levi pulled up to the gas pump to fill up as Curt pulled in behind him. He might as well get gas too. Levi’s truck would take a lot more fuel than his to get to Oklahoma.
“I need to get something to eat soon. Do you want to eat here or find somewhere else to sit down up the road? There is a restaurant here that doesn’t look too bad we could try,” Levi said from the rear of his truck as the tank filled.
“Sure. We’ve been on the road for several hours. I could use a stretch. I’m sure you need the break too with that shoulder.”
Levi slowly rotated his shoulder as he held onto the top of his bicep with his good hand. “Yeah. It hasn’t been bad, but the constant sitting is getting rough on the ass. Even though I have good seats, things still tend to fall asleep after a while.”
Curt grinned. He would love to massage the feeling back into Levi’s ass, preferably as he fucked him hard from behind. “I know what you mean. My little truck is great on gas mileage, but hard on the ass.”
The gas pump clicked off on Levi’s truck. Curt’s had already finished filling. “How about we eat here.”
“Sure.”
They both found a parking spot not far from each other. As he walked out to meet Levi, he wondered what the coming night would bring. He knew they were going to stop somewhere halfway for the night before driving the other twelve plus hours on into Oklahoma. Did Levi sleep in the buff? What would it be like to shower with him? They could soap each other up real well, making their bodies all slick to the touch
. He would love to run his hands over Levi’s cock and balls, his touch working the other man into a frenzy of need.
Curt cleared his throat. No use getting ahead of things just yet.
Once inside, the waitress showed them to a booth where they slid in and got comfortable. He checked out the menu before deciding on a bacon cheeseburger and fries. “What are you having?”
“Hot roast beef sandwich, I think. You?”
“My old standby, bacon cheeseburger. I love those things.”
Levi folded the menu and set it to his right. “You don’t have to worry about cholesterol, so yeah, go for it.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I’m about five years older than you are, and I have a family history of heart disease. I really need to watch what I eat before my arteries get so clogged, I croak out in the back of the chutes somewhere from a heart attack.”
“Oh please. You are in great shape. I bet you work out daily.”
The waitress came by, took their drink order and said she would return in a moment to get their food order.
Levi shrugged his good shoulder, giving Curt the impression he was still hurting quite a bit as he babied the bad one. “I try to, but there isn’t always a gym available in these hotels. Do you work out?”
“Yeah, some. I’m not into heavy training since I do a lot of that on the bulls, but I try to keep up with weights so my arms stay strong.”
“I need to do more shoulders and arms. I can’t though now, until after I have this one looked at to see if there is anything they can do for it.”
“You’ve probably stretched or torn some ligaments in there.”
“Probably.”
The waitress dropped off their drinks before taking their food order. “Anything else I can get you guys for now?”
“I think we are all set for now.”
“All right. I’ll be back when the food is ready. It shouldn’t take long. It’s not terribly busy yet.”
“Great. Thanks.”
She gave him a little shy smile as he smiled back. She was kind of cute with blonde bouncy curls, pretty blue eyes, pink lips meant for kissing, and tits that would stop traffic. He glanced across the table at Levi as the other man ignored the waitresses flirting. Yep, if he pegged him right, Levi was a full blown, flying under the radar, gay man. “So, what kinds of things do you like to do on your time off?”
“What time off? If I’m not riding, I’m training to ride, working my ranch, or training to ride some more. It’s a never ending thing. I have some bulls on my ranch I use to train with as well as a barrel to work. I never have time off.”
“True. I can see your point.” He leaned in, resting his elbows on the table. “What do you like to do for fun?”
“Play pool, read, ride horses on the property, go camping. You know, things like that.”
“Guy things.”
“Yeah, I guess you could call them guy things.”
“Hmm. Just curious.”
“What kind of stuff do you do in your free time?”
“Same things mostly. I tinker around in my garage. I have an old ’65 Mustang I’m fixing up.”
Levi whistled in appreciation. “I love Mustangs.”
“Me too.” He tapped his fingers together. “I ride my motorcycle when I have time and the weather is nice.”
“Didn’t you say you lived on your parents place?”
“Yeah. I have a small house on their property where I live. It used to be the foreman’s place, but he got married a few years ago and moved in town with his wife. He still works the home place, but he doesn’t live on it anymore.”
“Interesting arrangement.”
“Yeah, it works. I get a place to crash and be near the folks so it works for me.”
“Are you close to your parents?”
“Yeah, pretty close.”
The waitress brought their food. Levi’s roast beef looked really good for it coming from a greasy truck stop diner. He glanced down at his bacon cheeseburger as his mouth began to water. Everything looked very tasty and he hoped it tasted as good as it looked.
With some ketchup and mayo on the bun, he pushed the top bun down to squish it together so he could get his mouth around it, before lifting it to his mouth to take a healthy bite. He groaned as the burger, cheese, and mixings hit his taste buds. “This is really good,” he said around the food in his mouth. “How’s yours?”
Curt watched as Levi slid the tinges of his forks between his lips. He couldn’t remember when he’d seen something so sexy. He couldn’t wait to get those lips wrapped around his cock.
“You okay?” Levi asked, taking a sip of his Coke.
Curt cleared his throat. “Yeah. I’m fine. Why?”
“You were staring.”
Levi took another bite of his food before licking the fork clean. Curt almost groaned in response to the sexy sight. “Sorry. I was thinking.”
“Anything specific you were thinking about?”
Yeah, you sucking my cock. “Not really. Just mentally getting ready for this weekend, I guess. I need to place well, otherwise, I’ll be out of the finals.”
“You did pretty good last weekend in the points run.”
“I gained some leverage against some of the runners, yes, but I need to do better.”
“Me too. I’m hanging on by a thread.”
“With only a few weeks left in the running, I need every point I can get. If I draw some rank bulls, keep my ass on them, and get some great rides, I can qualify.”
Levi pushed his now empty plate away before drinking the last of his Coke. Curt really hoped they could make some headway into the bedroom tonight, but he wasn’t sure. Levi didn’t seem all that interested in him. He would really have to find out before he made any kind of move on his friend, otherwise he could ruin a really good friendship. This one seemed to be working out rather nice, but if Levi wasn’t gay, any move on his part could really blow up in his face.
The waitress stopped at their table. “Can I get you boys anything else?”
“The bill would be great.”
She pulled the paper from her pocket and slid it to the center. Curt grabbed it before Levi could do anything with it. “My turn. You got breakfast.”
“All right.”
“How much further are we going to drive tonight?”
“I’m thinking another four or five hours ought to do it. That’ll put us about half way there and we can drive in the rest of the way tomorrow.”
Curt nodded. “Sounds good to me.”
Curt paid their bill and shortly afterward they were back on the road with him following Levi’s truck down the interstate.
The slow uphill climb outside of Flagstaff, Arizona signaled their stop for the night. They’d agreed it was about halfway and a good place to end their trek for the day. Curt groaned as they pulled off the freeway. He wasn’t sure where Levi planned to stay, but right now he wanted to get out of his truck, stretch his legs, and get the feeling back in his ass.
They pulled into the parking lot of a decent hotel, or at least it appeared decent from the outside. Levi parked his truck off to the right along the curb, leaving a spot next to his vehicle for Curt to park.
A deep moan escaped his lips as he almost tumbled out of his vehicle on numb legs. “God, I hate these long rides between venues.”
“Yeah, me too. My ass is numb.”
“Mine too. A bed will sure feel good.” He glanced across the street, noticing a nice looking steak house not far. “Say, how about we get some dinner over there before we turn in. I’m starving.”
Levi glanced in the direction he pointed. “Me too. That beef jerky I bought at the gas station didn’t stay with me very long. Let’s get a room first. They look like they are pretty full. I hope they have a room.”
He followed Levi into the hotel lobby. It wasn’t much to look at, but it was probably cheap. It looked clean though, which was good. He didn’t do expensive on his budg
et these days. There was a large check-in desk to the left with two bored looking people standing behind it.
“Can we help you?”
“Yes, I need a room. Two double beds, please.”
“Sorry. I only have one room left and it’s a one queen.”
Levi turned and looked at him with one eyebrow arched as if he was asking how they would manage in one bed. He smiled thinking this would be perfect. “I’m fine with it if you are.”
“Okay. We’ll take it.”
After Levi got them situated with their room, they headed back for their vehicles to pull around the back of the hotel. He couldn’t wait to get the rugged cowboy in bed with him later. He got hard just thinking about it.
Once Levi opened the door to their room, set his bag down on the bed and started to unload his stuff. He was an unpacker. He liked to have his things in the drawers, his shaving stuff on the vanity, his shampoo in the shower, and be at home even if it was for one night.
“Do you always unload everything when you stay in a hotel?”
“Yep.”
“Wow. Okay.”
“You don’t?”
“No. I live out of my duffle except for personal things like shaving cream, razor, and shampoo.”
“Well, the shower stall isn’t huge, but there should be enough room for two.”
Curt watched Levi’s Adam’s apple bob a couple of times as he swallowed. “Two?”
“You know. Two bottles of shampoo.”
He almost laughed when Levi sighed. He could believe it was in disappointment, but he wasn’t sure.
“Oh, yeah.”
“Ready to eat?”
Levi swallowed again as his gaze traveled down Curt’s frame. “Yeah, I’m starving too.”
The look gave him the impression their thoughts might run along the same track after all. Tonight would be interesting to say the least.
Several minutes later, they were seated across from each other at the steak house. They’d each ordered a beer, a thick steak with all the fixings, and settled in to relax.
Curt toyed with the condensation on his beer bottle as he watched Levi across the table.
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