Chapter seventeen Cole #2
Another thought hit me hard. What the hell was I going to do when I retired from Supercross?
I had a few years left, but only that. I needed a championship or two before then.
Pressure settled on my shoulders. Those things were more important than ever, so I could be financially secure. If we wanted kids, we’d need money.
Nix reached over and rubbed my shoulder. “Hey, what’s going on in that head of yours?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve been watching you for a while now, Cole. I can tell when you’re upset. What happened?”
“Not upset.” I kissed his face beside his eye. “Thinking about the future. Maybe worrying a little.”
He pulled me to him and squeezed. “This is not the time for worry. Relax and enjoy this.” He kissed the top of my head. “I like your mom.”
That’s when Dad burst through the door. “Cole. Get over here and help me.”
“Sure, Dad!” Then I spent the next hour helping him unload and set up a gazebo, complete with party lights, but we didn’t turn them on since we didn’t want Mom to see it yet.
He’d decided to order it all when I told him I was having new patio furniture for her delivered to his work.
“This is perfect,” I said when we finished. “And the furniture?”
“I’ve got two guys from the shop bringing it in. Probably during breakfast or while we’re opening shit up.”
“That dog will hunt.”
“She’ll love it. Thanks, Cole.” Dad clapped my shoulder. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Yeah?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear what he had to say. He could be exceedingly pushy and controlling.
“Cole.” He gripped my shoulder. “You’re my son. My only child. I want everything to be perfect for you, and I know I overstep. But…”
“But what?” I turned to face him directly. What was he saying?
“If BikeMax makes you happy. If moving out of here makes you happy. If your boyfriend makes you happy. Then you do that. I’ll mind my business.”
“Dad? I don’t understand.”
He fisted his hands at his hips. “I’m not an emotional guy. I’m not getting sappy. But I get it. I’m sorry I tried to intervene with KTM. If I cost you that contract—”
“You didn’t.” I interrupted that train of thought fast. “That wasn’t going to happen anyway. You had nothing to do with it. You aggravated the hell out of me, not gonna lie, but it wasn’t your fault.”
“Okay. Long as we’re clear about that.”
“Crystal clear, Dad.” I gave him a huge hug. It was all I could ever want from him.
“You better go rescue your man now.”
“Right. Mom wants us to open presents.”
We went in and washed up, and then Mom had us in front of the tree. “Here, Cole. Nix.” She handed us presents. Definitely pajamas by the wrapping. She handed Dad one also, before pulling out one for herself.
I nudged my shoulder into Nix’s. “Open it up. It can’t be that bad, right?”
Nix laughed and opened the package. He had a large t-shirt with a picture of a video camera on it and it said I shoot people around the image. I burst out laughing and smacked my leg.
Nix smiled wide. “This is great. I love it. Thank you.”
“Oh, it was hard to find, but I thought it was fun.” She reached over and patted his knee.
“Thank you.” Nix elbowed me when I snickered again. “Open yours, Cole.”
“Fine.” I ripped the wrapping paper, shredding it. I’d always loved doing that. Paper went flying, and I pulled out a pair of socks. “What?”
“Open them.” Mom shook a hand at me.
I opened the packaged and pulled them out. They were long, striped and said I don’t snore on one and I dream I’m riding my dirt bike on the other. I held them up to show Nix.
He burst out laughing. “That explains it.”
I’m sure my face turned fifty shades of red, but Mom just laughed.
Nix made the braap sound, and everyone laughed harder.
“Okay. These are funny. I’m wearing them tonight.” I smacked Nix with one of the socks, and he smiled like he’d found his way home, and my heart turned to mush.
Later, we went to bed in my room. I should have come earlier and redecorated.
Looking around, I thought it looked like a kid’s room.
Motocross posters hung on the wall. The desk in the corner was too small for an adult, and in fact, I’d gotten it when I was ten.
Trophies from championships I’d won sat on a long shelf above my dresser.
And my curtains had dirt bikes on them. Thankfully, I had grown up sheets and a plain blue comforter on my queen-sized bed.
Nix covered his mouth as he looked around as if hiding a stupid smile or holding in laughter. I didn’t much care which.
“What?” I asked him with a glare.
“I feel like a teenager again, sneaking into my boyfriend’s bedroom or something.”
I scowled and pulled down the comforter. “Very funny.”
“It’s fine, Cole. But I think you’re right about it being past time to move out.”
I pulled off my jeans and t-shirt and crawled into bed with just my boxers on.
Nix, on the other hand, slipped out of his jeans and t-shirt and put the one my mom gave him on.
It was a few sizes too big, but I loved how it looked on him.
“Come here.” Nix joined me on the bed and in a long, wet kiss. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Me too.” Nix dove under the covers and found the waistband of my boxers. He wasted no time pulling them down, then sucking my cock.
“Oh, yeah. I’m super glad now!”
Nix laughed and pulled the covers down to expose what he was working on. “And it really feels like teens sneaking around now. Shh…be quiet Cole, or your folks will hear us.”
My laughter was cut short when he went down on me again. His tongue and mouth did wicked things to my dick and had me exploding in his mouth in seconds.
“Good?” he asked with a chuckle.
“Fuck yeah.” I exhaled. I felt better than I had in…well, ever. I wanted to give some of that back. “My turn.”
Nix crawled over me and pinned my shoulders. “Grab me. Work my dick.” His voice was soft and sensuous, yet demanding. I couldn’t resist him.
I reached between us and touched the tip of his dick, then slid my hand down it.
I loved touching him. Loved the slide of his soft skin over his rock-hard cock.
I reached below with my other hand and rolled his balls around in my fingers.
“You like?” I asked, and Nix’s answer was a low moan right before he jerked his hips forward.
I had to encourage him. “Yeah, Nix. Do it. Fuck my hand.”
“Love it when you talk dirty.” His voice was breathy and accompanied by another flex of his hips. Then another. I squeezed tighter as he picked up his rhythm. “Gah…yes. Yes…yes.”
It only took another minute before he was shooting out between us, covering my hand and groin.
Nix lowered himself and kissed me. First, a quick peck on the lips, then a long look in my eyes, then a long passionate kiss.
His tongue danced with mine. He made me a sticky mess both inside and out, but I loved it.
There was a lot of sneaking around the next morning and extra presents slipped under the tree. We’d never talked about exchanging gifts, but I didn’t want him to have nothing while my folks and I opened presents.
“Let’s get this over with,” Dad finally griped, grabbing a mug of coffee and heading to the living room.
We joined him with our own mugs and waited for Mom to pass out the packages. She handed me one with plaid wrapping and a red bow. The tag said it was from Nix. “Thanks, babe.” I leaned over and kissed his cheek.
“It’s not much, but after last night, I think it’s perfect.”
I wondered what he was talking about and hoped like hell he hadn’t given me a sex gift to open in front of my parents. Instead of ripping it open, I turned to the side away from my mother and gently peeled the tape.
Nix laughed at me. “Hurry up, Cole. Let’s see.”
I glared at him but hurried and pulled out a box. It was a 3-D dirt bike night light. “This is cool.”
“It fits well in your room.” Nix bumped into my shoulder then poked me in the ribs.
“Shut up. Open yours.” I tapped the present in his lap that my mom had handed him. I’d slid it under the tree earlier while he was fixing some toast.
“Okay, then.” He ripped into it like a kid. He pulled out the blanket and opened it up. It was printed with a movie clapboard. “We were on the same page here.” He wrapped the blanket around his shoulders.
“It’s softer than I thought it’d be when I ordered it.” I tucked a bit of it under his arm.
“I love it. Thank you.”
The rest of the morning was pleasant. Mom squealed when she saw her gazebo all set up, complete with chairs and a lounger, a table, and a beautiful clay chiminea, set in an iron stand.
She kissed all of us, including Nix, though he had been clueless about the entire thing, but he didn’t seem to mind.
He grabbed my shoulder. “Thanks. I miss my folks, so this was nice.”
“You can share mine any time you want.”
Later, we headed back to Nix’s house. He had a small tree set up in the front room. It was cozy, and although I couldn’t wait to get in there and cuddle with him on the couch, I wanted him to open his other present I had for him more. I dug it out of my bag and shoved it into his hands.
Nix was all, “When did you have time to shop?”
“I have my ways.” I winked. I wouldn’t let him know that I’d done most of my shopping online, though I’m sure he’d figured it out.
He opened it and pulled out the scrapbook. It had a movie clapboard on it, like his blanket. It said Take Your Memories Here. Starring Nix and Cole.
Cole held it, staring down for a minute.
“What? Is it okay?”
“Uh…yeah, Cole. It’s more than okay.” He sounded like he was choking up. “I thought you said you didn’t know how to do relationship stuff.”
I shrugged. “I’m trying.” Inside the book, I’d already pasted in our tickets from the sledding event. “I hope we can add some prints of the pics we took at the sledding thing.” I pointed to the tickets. “And more to come.”