Epilogue
Nix
July
North Carolina, Track Practice
I dropped luggage in the foyer for like the millionth time.
The traveling was getting harder, especially when I knew Cole was waiting here at this amazing home we’d built in North Carolina.
It wasn’t too far from Zeke’s track where Cole practiced, but far enough away that we had plenty of privacy.
We’d even added a detached guest house for when we had visitors like our parents or Jason. Privacy was important.
I took a deep breath, loving life. Even though the house was currently empty, signs of Cole were everywhere. A pair of racing boots by the door, a mug on the counter, the smell of onions and peppers still lingering. He must have made an omelet before heading out.
Since I’d been gone for three days, I was anxious to see him—get my hands on him. I needed him desperately. I headed to the master bedroom to clean up and get ready. If I didn’t have him inside me soon, I would lose my mind.
He still hadn’t come home by the time I’d finished, so I called him and got no answer. Then I called Zeke.
“Nix, man!” he answered. “Cole is tearing it up today. I swear, if he keeps riding like this, he’ll win next season again.”
“Glad to hear it. I’m coming out with my camera to check him out.” The documentary was finished. Edited. And we had a few places interested in it. I didn’t know what I would do with any additional film I took, but I couldn’t resist shooting him. Cole was magic on a bike and on film.
“Glad to have you. Come on.”
“On my way.”
We hung up, and I headed out.
Late July was hot in North Carolina, and I almost missed my phone ringing with the loud air conditioning in the old pickup we’d bought.
It was a cool truck but still needed updating.
By the time I answered, the call had rolled to voicemail.
At the next stop sign, I clicked the message and popped it on speaker.
I listened to the message twice before I pulled through the gates at Zeke’s.
We were going to have some celebrating to do. I parked and jumped out the truck, forgetting about my camera equipment and left it in the passenger seat. I ran to the track and stopped short when I got to where Zeke was half watching Cole and Ryker race and half watching his stopwatch.
“Zee, man! How’re they doing?” I asked.
Zeke glanced up at me, then back to his watch. “Thought you were bringing the camera?”
“Uh, it’s in the truck.”
“Well.” Zeke shrugged. “Cole really pushes Ryker to do better. Gets his competitive juices flowing.” Ryker had become a good friend, but on the track, it was always every man for himself.
“Good to hear.”
Cole was starting to take an interest in coaching other racers. It was something he might be able to do after he retired. A lot of retired racers did that, though, so he wasn’t sure, but he knew racing. That’s what he did.
As soon as Cole spotted me, he threw a hand in the air, then did a quick turn on his bike, practically spinning out. Dirt went flying, then he beelined it to the start of the track.
When he got close, he killed the bike, and I went over to him as he pulled off the helmet. “I’m dirty, but I need a hug. I missed the hell out of you, Nix.”
Throwing my arms around him was not a hardship, dirty or not. “Missed you, too.”
“How’d it go?”
“Fine. Great footage but kind of boring. You know after all this.” I waved my hand, making Cole chuckle.
He probably thought baseball was boring, too.
It wasn’t something we watched, but I had a few interviews.
Derby Ward being one of them. He was the hottest new pitcher, and signed onto the new expansion team, the Mobile Mystics, and it was my job to know that, whether I liked the sport or not. “Seriously, Derby was nice.”
“And cute.”
“Are you jealous?”
Cole leaned in and kissed me hard. I never tired of his passion. “Nope. You’re here.” He rubbed his nose against mine.
“Go on, Cole. You’re useless now,” Zeke ordered. “I’ll work with Ryker a little longer, but we’ll call it a day in a few.”
“Thanks, boss.” Cole gave him a salute. “I’ll get the bike back to the garage.”
Zeke waved us off, focusing on Ryker.
I kissed Cole again for good measure. “Meet you at the truck.”
“You got it.”
The ride home seemed longer than usual, maybe it was the anticipation, maybe it was my news, or maybe it was both.
“What’s going on, Nix?” Cole asked as we pulled up the driveway.
“Uh, well, what makes you think something is going on?”
“I can tell. What’s up?”
I couldn’t hold back my smile. “I do have some news. Jason called while I was driving out.”
“And?”
“Let’s go in.” I jumped out the truck and headed to the front door.
Cole nearly tripped over my luggage as he followed me. “You never put stuff up.”
“I do. Eventually.”
He kicked one bag to the side then stripped down, dropping what was left of his gear beside my suitcase. “News?”
“So. Turns out that my documentary on you was purchased by the sports network that televises the Supercross Races.” We called it Tricky Tracks, and it centered around Cole and how he had maneuvered not only his recovery, come back, and championship win, but also how he changed his attitude and stopped fighting against his sexuality and fell in love.
With me. I didn’t like being a feature part of the story, always preferring to be behind the camera, not in front of it, but Jason had managed to get some great video of us together.
It worked well in the story, so I couldn’t fight it.
“Wow, Nix. That’s good news. Makes me a little nervous.”
“It’s going to put a little more pressure on you, maybe, but Zeke says you’re in great shape to win again next season.”
“I’m taking it one race at a time. Brian’s helping me keep my focus on practice and get out of my head about worrying about next season.”
“In that case, let’s just celebrate the now.”
Cole crossed the living room and put his arms around me. “Want you.” He stuck his nose against my neck.
“Want you, too.” I searched for his mouth, needing to taste him again. Reconnecting physically was the best part of being away.
We both had to travel, and Cole had to do more during the off season than normal since he’d won the championship.
Balancing it out had meant making compromises.
Like building this house. We’d kept my house in Atlanta, but we were hardly there, so we’d rented it out.
Cole and I had worked on our schedule together with Brandi, so that most of our events occurred at the same time, and subsequently, being home at the same time. We were both making it work.
Cole was worth working for. What we had was worth it.
He slid his mouth over mine, killing every thought I had except one.
Cole.
“Let’s go to bed. I want you in me, and I’m ready.”
“You still have clothes on. You’re not ready.”
I grabbed his hand and led him toward the bedroom. “That’s not what I meant.” I winked at him, and he smiled. His eyes lit up with green and gold sparks under the soft lighting of the hallway.
“Hurry up then.” He playfully shoved me through the door, then shut it behind us.
Yanking my shirt over my head, I backed toward the bed.
When my legs bumped it, I dropped my shorts.
Cole stalked toward me like a panther on the prowl.
He didn’t stop until there was only a breath between us, then he attacked my mouth, devouring my lips and tongue.
I could have guessed what was next. He dropped to his knees and pulled my briefs down to my calves.
My dick stood at attention, impatiently waiting for his next move.
He didn’t make me wait long. He quickly licked up the pre-come off the tip of my dick, then slid his lips over my shaft.
“Cole, you’re so beautiful down there.”
He chuckled, sending vibrations up my dick and through my body.
“I need you. Now.” I tried to pull away to spread out for him on the bed, but Cole grabbed my hips, holding me in place.
He growled and sucked my cock with force. He took all of me in his mouth, down his throat, until his nose brushed against my hair. He hummed as if he loved every second of it, and the thrill of his appreciation ran through me like lightning.
“Fuck me, Cole. Please, baby.”
He seemed reluctant to stop working me over, but the thought of being buried in me probably did it. He pulled off. “Okay. I’ve got you.”
We climbed on the bed, and Cole stretched his body out over mine. He shoved his fingers in my hair and kissed me again. I couldn’t get enough of his mouth. I grabbed the tight globes of his ass and squeezed as Cole fucked my mouth with his tongue.
He slid his knees between mine, and I spread my legs making plenty of room.
Then he slid his hard cock right in. I’d put enough lube up there, that it didn’t hurt.
Plus, we’d been doing this a lot since we’d gotten tested and ditched the condoms. I was getting used to it, but simultaneously, it was surreal. Cole Lindt fucking me. Bareback.
“Yes…” I moaned.
Cole pulled his hips back, then thrust in again. “So hot.”
I tightened my muscles, wanting to feel every inch of his cock.
Cole grunted. “Love when you do that.”
I did it again. Then Cole canted his hips and thrust frantically, fucking me with speed and depth. I wrapped my hands around the back of Cole’s neck. Though I wasn’t normally very vocal, I couldn’t help chanting, “More, more, more.”
Cole added his voice to mine with, “Yes, yes, yes.”
I lifted my legs higher, hoping to get him deeper, and it worked. I cried out as he brushed my prostate.
“Hell, yeah!” Cole did it again.
The third time, I came. Our bellies slid together, right through my mess, but Cole didn’t care. He humped into me and kissed me and moaned and finally came, filling me up. It was so hot, my cock started plumping up again, quite interested in another round.
Cole snuggled down, half on me, half off. “We should get cleaned up and grill something. Maybe swim a little. And then…”
“Yeah?”
“We can do this all over again, only you can fuck me.”
“I like that idea.”
Cole pushed himself up and looked at me. “Congrats again on the documentary. It’s not surprising. You’re good at what you do.” He kissed my forehead, my cheek, and then my mouth.
“You made me look good, Cole.”
He winked at me with those green eyes sparkling. “We’re good together. Let’s stay that way. I love you.”
“Mmm… I love you, too, Cole.”
~The End
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