Chapter fourteen Nix
Chapter fourteen
Nix
Blowing off a series of interviews to fly out to see Cole was probably not the smartest move.
At least for my career. But that’s exactly what I did.
He needed to see me in the flesh. That much was obvious.
I could set the interviews up for later and still get what I needed.
Or I could finish without the extra footage. What I already had was great as it was.
It was the last day of his training, then we’d be heading back out to the west coast the next day. Jet lag was going to kick my ass. I hoped Cole’s ass would be worth it.
The car pulled up to the front of the facility.
I got out and texted Cole that I was here.
I expected him to send someone to show me to his RV, but I was wrong.
Three minutes later, Cole came running around the side of the building, complete in all his racing gear and covered with mud. He spread his arms wide. “Nix!”
I let him hug me, not caring if he dirtied my travel clothes.
It was only jeans and a comfy tee. He felt so good and warm in my arms, I wouldn’t have cared if I’d been wearing my best suit.
I stuck my nose in his neck, smelling the sweat, oil, and something a little like sage. I memorized the scent. It was all Cole.
“Did you leave the track to come meet me?”
“Yes. I’m so glad you’re here. Thank you and, uh, I’m sorry.”
I ran my fingers through his hair. It was curling up from the humidity and sweat. “It’s okay. I get that it’s important to you. Next time, simply say it’s important, though. Don’t act like an ass.”
“Okay. You’re right.” Cole leaned into me again. “Come out to the track.”
“Sure. Can I get this stuff to your RV first?”
“Yep. Someone’s bringing a golf cart around.” As soon as he said it, the cart showed up and stopped in front of us. “This is Nix. He needs to put his stuff in my trailer then out to the private track.”
“Sure.” The driver, a younger kid who could have been another racer, answered with a wave of his hand.
Cole handed me a key. Then popped a quick kiss on my lips. “Hurry.”
It was weird walking around his rig without him being there.
When I stepped up the stairs, the first area was like a mud room with storage and bins.
Race gloves, goggles and other gear were in a few of the bins along with tennis shoes and jerseys.
Beyond that was a nice sitting area with a couch, chair, and entertainment center.
Everything was done in creams and browns, and the couch looked soft and inviting.
I could imagine making out with Cole there.
Then a kitchen area. None of it was overly fancy, but it was nice.
There were pop outs for the living area and bedroom, making it more spacious.
BikeMax spent a pretty penny for this rig, but not too much.
Cole had made it a home already. I could see bits of him throughout.
A framed picture of him and his parents in the entertainment center.
Another of him as a child beside a dirt bike with a trophy in hand.
That must have been his first championship, he looked all of ten years old.
Farther in, a coffee mug was left in the sink.
I could see Cole there in the morning, savoring the one cup he was allowed, and I could see myself with him, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind, putting my chin on his shoulder, nuzzling under his ear.
I had to stop that line of thought, since my dick was way too interested in the picture I was painting. I didn’t have time for that. A door separated the bedroom from the rest of the RV. I pushed it open.
The space was warm and cozy. The bedcovers were in disarray. Ah, my pro-racer didn’t make his bed. Something about that warmed my heart. Then I pictured him in that bed. With me.
Nope. Had to stop that thought, too. I adjusted my hardening cock and dropped my bags at the foot of the bed. I didn’t know where I’d put all my stuff, but we could figure that out later. I needed to see him, even if it was only watching him ride.
The young guy drove me out to the track.
Cole seemed like he was doing better. A lot better.
Scrubbing jumps lower. Flying over the whoops section.
Jumping quads instead of a double or triple.
Or maybe he was showing off for me. Either way, I was happy for him and proud of him.
I wasn’t an expert, but I could tell he had what it took to compete successfully in the Supercross series.
I’d been around dirt bike racing and Jason enough to know at least that much.
The passion Cole had for the sport showed, perhaps more than it ever had.
I’d watched and edited plenty of videos of him. This change in him was amazing.
His trainer, Zeke, threw his hand in the air and yelled, “Hell yeah.” Then he motioned for Cole to come in.
“What’s going on?” I had to ask. He seemed happy, but I wanted to make sure.
“He broke his speed time. And not by a little, either.” He shook a stopwatch at me, but I didn’t know what the hell it said or what his previous times were.
Cole pulled up, engine roaring. Zeke waved and whooped, so Cole killed the engine and pulled his goggles and helmet off. “What’s going on?”
Zeke slapped Cole on the shoulder. “You broke your time. Look.” He turned his clipboard so Cole could see the times.
“Fuck yeah.”
“We don’t want to over-do it. I think we’re there. Go get cleaned up and get some rest.”
He handed the bike over to someone I assumed was a mechanic or at least one of Fischer’s team. Though Fischer wasn’t there in person, Cole let the guy take the bike. He turned to me, then suddenly some guy jumped on his back. “Cole!! We riding later or what, dude?”
“Ugh, dude. Get off me.”
The guy put his feet back on the ground, but his arm was still around Cole’s shoulders. I wanted to rip it off and shove it up his ass. Who the fuck was this guy?
As if reading my mind, Cole shoved him away. “Ryker, this is my boyfriend, Nix.” He looked up at me with his sweet eyes, a sharp green in the sun. The sun shone brightly, a perfect summer day in North Carolina.
I didn’t bother sticking my hand out. The only thing I had for Ryker was a scowl.
“Oh, sorry dude.” Ryker said. “Didn’t mean anything by it. Cole’s been great working out with and stuff.”
“I’m sure.” I didn’t leave out the sting in my voice, determined to let him know I was unhappy with this situation. I didn’t want anyone touching my man.
“Uh…yeah, okay. I’ll see you later, Cole.” Ryker gave a half-wave and left.
Cole glared at me. “What was all that about?”
“What was what about?”
“Never mind. Let’s go back to the RV. I need a shower and some time alone with you.” He winked at me, and all thoughts of Ryker were gone.
We walked briskly back to the RV instead of riding a golf cart.
I didn’t mind. He held his helmet in one hand and my hand in his other.
There wasn’t anything I didn’t like about that.
When we climbed the stairs up to the main living area of the RV, Cole dropped his helmet, goggles, and gloves in a basket by the door and pulled his shirt off, over his head.
When he started fumbling with his pants, I wanted in on the action. “Let me help with that.”
“Any time.”
I unfastened the sexy pants and yanked them down.
Then helped him unfasten all his other gear.
His chest plate and shoulder and arm pads almost looked like something out of a sci-fi movie.
We had to remove his neck brace before getting the rest of his gear off.
“This is why I usually wear this crap all day when we’re racing.
On and off takes a bit.” Cole dropped to his ass to get his boots and pants off his feet. “Kinda kills the mood.”
“Nah. Not for me. You’re worth the wait.”
“I hope so.” He kind of tossed his gear in the direction of the bins, then stood and wrapped his arms around my neck. “Your turn, sexy man.”
“Sure. Mine should be way easier.” I turned him around, swatted his ass, then pulled my shirt over my head as we walked through the rig.
By the time we got to the bedroom, my pants were open and sliding down my thighs.
I sat on the bed, shoving my bags to the floor.
Cole popped into another room that I hadn’t noticed before, apparently the bathroom, while I unlaced my boots and pulled them off.
“Look. I’ve been ready for you.” He held up a tube of lube and strip of condoms.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “That’s great.
” My heart was full, ready to bust open.
Everything about him made me want him more.
I was worried I was making the wrong decision in joining him at the track, but Cole eased those fears.
He accepted our relationship naturally. It was all so unexpected, especially since his reputation had been one of a homophobe, but I should know better than to listen to rumors. They’re mostly unfounded, usually.
“Now get those off all ready.” He tossed the paraphernalia on the bed and kneeled in front of me. He shoved the boots under the bed and pealed my pants and underwear off my feet but left my socks on. “It gets cold with the AC on. You may need these.”
“Maybe.”
Cole climbed up my body and straddled my hips, pressing our dicks together. “I like this,” he said.
“Me too.” I reached between us and grabbed both our cocks, stroking awkwardly.
“We can do better than that. Lay back.” Cole pressed his hot body against mine once we’d stretched out on the bed. His hands rubbed everywhere. They went up and down my back, over my ass, along my shoulders and arms, then down my chest. He stopped to flick my nipples and watch them perk up.