3. Jace #2
That must make him feel especially isolated.
No wonder he’s comfortable in his little Katah Vista bubble.
Even though he’s sort of alone inside it, he probably feels less alone there around his friends and neighbors than he does in places where no one knows him at all.
Still, not having anyone to confide in at all…
I find myself feeling pissed off on his behalf.
Not because he’s been the target of any mistreatment but because he’s so afraid of that possibility he guards who he is from everyone in his life. Except me, it would seem .
I’m grateful he trusts me enough to let me in, but that pales in comparison to how angry I am that he—that just about all of us who identify as queer—still can’t go about our lives without asking what if at every turn.
I’d give anything to change that for all of us. For him .
Though true, I’m not sure where that thought comes from.
I don’t usually have such deep thoughts about sexuality and life.
As a cameraman, my mind is usually focused on lighting and angles that enhance the image rather than the meaning behind the image.
Something about Blake’s situation must have triggered me, reminding me of what I’ve been fortunate enough to avoid since Axel’s friendship has meant I’ve never truly felt alone.
Blake shifts slightly, and the mattress dips under his weight. That’s not something I’m used to, but I enjoy it. I like the solid presence of another man next to me when I wake up. So does my cock, apparently. And his, if the tented sheet is any indication.
Reaching between my legs, I give myself a slow, firm tug to relieve the pressure.
God, what I wouldn’t give for another night.
But work calls. Axel’s competing this weekend, and I need to be there to film his run for the dirt bike movie we’re shooting.
Even though it’s supposed to showcase his trail riding and not the competition circuit, the sponsors want footage to supplement what we recorded on the trails, and that means getting to the track early enough to scout out the best places to shoot. Damn, I wish we had more time.
I take my hand off my dick and brush a stray curl off Blake’s forehead. Why is that so satisfying? He stirs, eyes blinking the room into focus as he stretches his arms above his head, showing off two firm pecs with a dusting of light hair around the nipples.
“Morning.” I trail my finger over his shoulder.
“Morning. What time is it? ”
“Eight. What time is your meeting today?”
“Not until ten, but I need to get back to my room and shower.”
“You could shower here. Looks like you either need a cold one, or some company.” I jerk my head towards the erection he’s sporting, and a wave of lust washes over his face.
“Should’ve woken me up earlier,” he groans, fisting himself. “I’m not sure I’ve got time. When do you have to get on the road?”
“As soon as possible. I need to be at the track before tomorrow and it’s almost a ten-hour drive.
” When I told Blake I had to leave today he was disappointed, but he didn’t try to make any plans or promises for a next time.
I sort of expected him to since he knows Axel is living in Katah Vista now, which gives me more reason to be there, but I guess he doesn’t want anything more than a one-night stand.
I’m not even sure I can offer more, anyway.
Now that Axel has made the decision not to travel as much, my future is sort of in limbo, professionally speaking.
My future .
That’s not something I’ve given much thought to before now.
I took it for granted, focusing on Axel and never really considering that he couldn’t ride forever.
While he’s not retiring yet, it's on the horizon. He’s already decided not to make a bike movie next summer, which is my main function and the thing that occupies our time in the off season.
If he decides not to make them anymore period…
What do I do when he retires completely? Do I hitch myself to another rider to film? Do I go to a network, filming entire competitions as opposed to individual riders? Do I leave motocross altogether and try to get a foothold somewhere else, like TV?
I’m fortunate in that I’ve made a lot of money and spent very little of it living on the road, but that doesn’t mean I can sit on my ass the rest of my life.
And if I’m not working with Axel, my ass has no reason parking itself in Katah Vista.
It’s not exactly a hotbed of activity for motocross. Or cameramen.
No, my future probably doesn’t lie in the valley, which means not making any plans is the smart move. That doesn’t mean I want Blake to leave without a proper goodbye.
I leap out of bed and hold out my hand. “Since we’re both in a rush, we better make this quick.”
“Make what quick?” He studies my hand a second before taking it.
“Getting each other clean.” I pull him up and lead him to the bathroom, where I make sure we’re both spotless, after we get dirty of course.