Chapter 2 – David
I thought a shower would help dispel the thoughts that have been running around in my brain since Rich asked me if I thought that we could have been like Lars and Vincent.
Standing in front of the world, and telling them we were in love.
My answer had been truthful, because neither of us were ready to come out and that was still the case today.
Even with Lars and Vincent out to the world, I wasn’t ready.
If I came out now, who would believe that it was true?
I’m sure the press would spin it that I was just trying to copy Lars, which was far from the truth.
Rich and I had been together, and over, a long time before Lars joined the team.
Just as I turn off the shower, I hear a knock on the door.
Grabbing a towel, I wrap it around my waist, before walking out of the bathroom to answer the door.
The last person I expected to see standing there was Rich.
For the briefest of seconds, I think he was surprised to see me, like he had been in a daze.
Then the words tumbled from his mouth that I never thought I would hear.
Vincent knew he was gay, and my initial thought was to wonder if that meant he knew about me, too.
When he asked if he could come in, I knew what would happen if he did, it had become the norm for us.
We were definitely classified as friends with benefits, but it was for the best. We used each other to scratch an itch, without having to go to clubs.
Which also meant that it freed us from needing NDA’s, not to mention, complicated conversations on why the NDA was needed in the first place.
“Thank you,” Rich mumbles as he walks past me, but I still clock him staring at my chest.
Rich walks over to the bed, in the centre of the room, and runs a hand over his face before looking at me and taking a deep breath. I walk over to the desk that is set opposite of the bed, lean against it, and look at him.
“Does Vincent know about me?” I ask.
“No,” Rich starts. “Vincent just mentioned me. But he knew there was someone important in my life.”
“And what did you say?” I ask. I know Rich wouldn’t have outed me, but I need to know what he said.
“I told him there was someone, but that we weren’t together anymore. But if he knew about us, I’m sure he would have mentioned it.”
“Okay.” A sense of relief fills me. “So, isn’t Vincent knowing a good thing? You hated lying to him.”
“But I wanted to tell him myself, and I have no idea how he figured it out.”
“You didn’t ask?”
“He was meeting James for a celebration meal, so I didn’t get a chance to ask.”
Walking over to the bed, I sit down next to him, both of us just looking ahead, both of us silent.
I think we both need each other after the events of today, after all the words that were spoken, we’re both feeling rough.
It had also been months since we had been together.
I wasn’t sure if Rich had found relief somewhere else.
“Rich, why are you here?” I say into the space in front of us, refusing to look at him.
“I don’t know. I didn’t mean to come here. I was heading back to my room, and then suddenly I was knocking on your door, and you welcomed me in.”
“Rich, I…” But I’m not sure how to end this sentence, or what I even want to say. I know I should ask him to leave, but I also want him to stay. I want to strip him naked, work him open, and slide right into him.
“I won’t stay long; you need to rest after the race, and I’m leaving early in the morning to head back to HQ.”
“You’re leaving tomorrow? Isn’t that early? Especially as we have a month off?” In previous years Rich has never left so early. In fact, he, or we, usually left to go somewhere together. Last year was the first time we didn’t.
“I just decided to get a head start. With the extra races this year I wanted to get ahead,” Rich replies, but I know he’s lying.
“Is Vincent heading back, too?”
“No idea. I only decided once he left to go to dinner. I’ll tell him tomorrow.”
“Rich, why are you here?” I ask, again.
“I’m sitting here asking myself the same question,” Rich replies, and for the first time since arriving, he looks at me, and draws in a deep breath. “I’ll go.”
Rich gets up from the bed and takes a step towards the bedroom door, and suddenly my hand shoots out. I grab hold of his hand, stopping him from going anywhere. When he arrived, I didn’t want him here, now I can’t bear the thought of him leaving.
“Stay,” I state, my words barely more than a whisper, but loud enough for Rich to hear. He stops and looks at me.
“But...” Rich says.
Getting up off the bed, I take a step towards him. Reaching out, I run my fingers through his hair, and watch as he leans his head into my hand. Rich has always loved me running my fingers through his hair. I can’t take the distance between us anymore, and close it even more.
Rich’s eyes widen slightly as I undo my towel, letting it fall to the floor. I wrap my arms around his neck, pausing for a second, just to make sure that Rich wants this. I’m giving him the chance to walk away. Instead, he licks his lips and brings his head down to meet my lips.
Our lips connect, and I try to ignore the rush of electricity that rushes around my body at the connection, or how quickly my dick rises to the occasion. Rich slips his tongue into my mouth, twisting and dancing with mine.
No matter how much time passes between us, when we connect like this, my body comes alive in a way that no one has ever been able to do, before Rich.
He brings out a passion I never knew I had.
I thought it was only going to be him. I thought we were the end game.
Instead, it was the opposite, yet he can still bring out this desire in me.
“Dave,” Rich mumbles, breaking the kiss, and causing my heart rate to increase. Rich is the only person on the planet I allow to call me Dave. As he places small kisses along my jawline, I can’t help but throw my head back to give Rich better access to my neck.
“God, I’ve missed you,” Rich says between kisses.
The words are on the tip of my tongue to say them back to him, but I don’t.
This isn’t anything serious. This is us scratching an itch, again.
Instead, I let my fingers travel down the front of his chest and pull his polo shirt out of his trousers, before unbuttoning the top buttons, and pulling it over his head.
For a man that is in his early fifties, I’ve always marvelled at the condition Rich’s body is in. How sculpted his abs are. How his pecs have the smattering of hair over them, and I can’t help myself, and lean forward, placing a kiss between them. I see the goosebumps appear over Rich’s skin.
“It’s been a while since….” Rich says breathily.
“It has,” I confirm.
“We said we weren’t going to do this again.”
“We did,” I confirm again, before leaning forward and placing another kiss in between his pecs.
“You sure?”
“Rich, shut up and kiss me,” I tell him. There is no going back for me tonight.
Doing as he’s told, he connects our lips together, his tongue instantly slipping into my mouth, stopping all conversation. There’s no need for words anymore, just actions, and it’s a dance Rich and I do very well.
Rich deepens the kiss as I feel him pull me closer to him.
Our chests crash together, and I feel his hard dick against mine, but there are too many clothes between us.
Breaking the kiss, I take a step back. I hadn’t paid much attention to his clothes; the team always wears the team shirts or polo shirts after races.
I’d think Rich would be in his jeans, but he isn’t.
Today he’s wearing smart black dress trousers, secured with a belt.
I quickly undo the belt, pulling it through the loops of the trousers, and depositing it on the floor, before unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper.
Needing to feel him, I slip my hand into his trousers, and run my hand over his length, causing a moan to fall from Rich’s lips.
I remove my hand and push down his trousers, taking his boxers with them.
Rich kicks off his shoes, then his trousers, and he is finally naked in front of me. God, this man is beautiful.
Taking another step towards him, I wrap my arms around his neck as I grind my dick against his, and I twist us around and walk us both over to the bed, until I feel Rich hit the edge, causing him to sit down. I go to push him flat on his back, but he pushes against me.
“I need to taste you,” Rich says, as he takes hold of my dick in his hand and leans forward, running his tongue over the head, lapping up the pearl of pre-cum that appears. “God, you taste better than I remember,” Rich adds, before slipping my dick completely into his mouth.
“Fuck!” The word falls unaided from my mouth as I feel my dick hit the back of his throat. His wet warmth wraps around me as I feel him twirl his tongue around my head.
Rich places his hands over my ass to keep me in place, his fingers kneading my cheeks.
My hand instantly goes into his hair, and my hips begin to move.
I slowly slide my dick in and out of Rich’s mouth.
He always loved it when I took control, and I could spend hours like this, but I need more.
I need more of him. I need to savour everything we do tonight.
These memories are going to have to keep me going for a while, we weren’t supposed to be doing this now, but there’s no way I’m going to stop it. I’ve wanted Rich again for months.
Letting my dick slip from Rich’s mouth, I look down at him. Lust is shining from his eyes, and I can’t resist him. Leaning down, I gently place my lips on his. It’s the briefest of kisses. I didn’t want it to be passionate, I just wanted, no I needed, to kiss him.
“Move up the bed,” I say, as I give him some room.