Chapter one #2
"Yeah?" he asked, crawling back on the bed.
"I think you're damn sexy." He leaned forward and grabbed Tyler behind the neck, pulling him in for another long kiss.
When their lips finally parted, he asked, "How old are you anyway?
" Tyler's rounded features made him look like he was barely out of high school.
"Twenty-one, as of yesterday. It was my birthday party." Tyler's eyes sparkled as he smiled, charmingly.
"Well, then. I guess I need to give you a present.
" He pushed Tyler until he lay on his back, and then he started slowly licking down Tyler's body.
It had been too long since he had been with anyone.
He'd only had one guy back home and that had been just a few quick rub offs.
He'd never had a sexy, willing partner in his bed.
Sure, women had thrown themselves at him more than he wanted to admit.
They weren't the same, though. Davey had never gotten hard over a woman.
This turn of events seemed impossible, but he planned on taking full advantage of it.
He tasted every inch of Tyler's skin from his collar bone to his nipples, to his ribs and abs.
He licked down Tyler's arm and the crook of his elbow.
He nuzzled Tyler's hip bone. His tongue traced the thin line of blond hair that ran from the little indent on his belly down to his groin.
By the time he flicked his tongue across the head of Tyler's cock, it had filled out, hard again and ready to go.
He licked at Tyler's shaft and under his balls, teasing.
Then, he took Tyler's cock into his mouth, sucking gently but firmly.
Tyler groaned and ran his fingers through Davey's dark hair.
"Oh God. Don't stop, Davey. I'm gonna come."
Tyler's noises excited Davey, and he sucked harder and faster, using one hand at the base of Tyler's cock.
"Oh! Davey!" Tyler called out as he shot his seed into Davey's mouth and lifted his shoulders off the mattresses, arching his back. Davey swallowed and sucked until Tyler finally relaxed back on the bed. "Happy fucking birthday to me. I swear this is the best birthday I have ever fucking had."
Davey's lips tingled from rubbing against Tyler's cock and he licked at them before climbing up Tyler's body and kissing him again, letting his hands wander across Tyler's shoulders and chest. "I'm glad.
" He couldn't help but smile. Tyler was just about the sexiest thing he could ever imagine. He wanted more.
They spent the next few hours touching each other and getting off again, then fell asleep wrapped up in each other's arms like long-time lovers.
Davey slept like a rock, until someone banging on the door of his RV woke him up.
"Fuck," he groaned. He looked down at Tyler asleep beside him.
Their legs were entwined and Tyler's body felt so warm and comforting against his side; better than a warm blanket.
"Come on Davey. Half hour. We need to roll," his business manager, Stewart Jessop, called out.
"Yeah!" Davey hollered back.
Tyler stirred, looking sleepy and confused.
Davey thought it was the sweetest thing he'd ever seen, and he cursed his heart for thumping so damn hard in his chest. "Get up, Ty.
You gotta go, bud." He nudged the younger man's shoulder.
He would have much rather snuggled in against all that warm, naked flesh, but he forced himself up.
"I gotta get a shower and get rolling. Come on. "
Tyler sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Fuck. What time is it?"
"About six. Sun's barely up."
Davey watched as emotions skated across Tyler's face. He would be hard pressed to name them all, but guessed lust, mischief, and finally reason were all in there.
"Sorry. I better split. Listen. Uh…"
"Just tell them I kicked you to the couch and let you crash there out of pity."
Tyler nodded, looking down at his naked body. "Fuck. I don't know where my clothes are."
Davey laughed. "You must have been moderately fucked up, huh? Were you still fucked up when I came in?"
"No. I remember everything." Tyler pierced him with those green eyes, sinking his gaze right down into Davey's heart, making his chest ache.
"Good." Davey licked his lips, remembering the taste of Tyler's skin and wanting more.
He turned and rummaged through a drawer, pulling out a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt.
He looked at the shirt, making sure it was a plain gray one and not one of his superhero prints.
"These have a draw string," he said, as he tossed them to Tyler.
Davey was a bit taller than him, but Tyler was thicker around the waist. He would need something loose and stretchy to fit into Davey's clothes.
"Thanks, man."
Tyler slipped into the clothes and stood up facing Davey, nose to nose in the doorway of the bedroom. Looking at his new lover, he'd guess he was about an inch shorter, and close to the one-fifty mark in weight, mostly due to the bulging muscles in his chest and shoulders.
"Your legs are so fucking long," Tyler said, breaking the awkward silence between them as they sized each other up.
"Yeah?" He closed the gap between them and gave Tyler a quick peck on his lips. "Get outta here, Sleeping Beauty!"
"Okay." Tyler fluttered his golden eyelashes and then took off through the RV. Davey heard the door slam and his knees went weak. What the hell? What a night.
An hour or so later, Davey sat in the passenger seat in the front of the RV as his driver steered the behemoth out onto the highway.
He couldn't stop thinking about Tyler as he pretended to flip through the latest Motocross World magazine.
He knew he should be focusing on the upcoming race, but thoughts of that blond hair, those stunning green eyes, and muscular frame, not to mention Tyler's stiff cock had Davey squirming in his seat.
"Restless much?" his driver asked. Tony was a good guy who kept Davey company on the long road trips and never gave him shit about anything. He didn't talk much about racing either, which made for a refreshing break.
"Didn't get any cardio in this morning before we left," Davey grunted at him.
"You got up kinda late, I guess. Who was that kid, anyway?"
"Huh?" No way was he answering that question truthfully.
"Just a kid." He got up and stalked down the center of the RV, wanting desperately to avoid any other talk about Tyler.
Davey had a sinking feeling in his gut that Tyler Whitmore was anything but just a kid to him.
He happened to be the first guy he had ever fucked, first guy he woke up with in the morning, and the first guy he didn't want to kick out of that warm bed, too.
He was completely different than the random hookups with Hunter back home.
He didn't even like Hunter at all. Tyler, though?
Yeah, he liked Tyler a lot. He seemed shy at first, but the way he spoke told a different story. His words had been daring and bold.
Davey grabbed his cell phone and closed himself off in the bedroom.
He could still smell the spunk from their romp, despite having changed the sheets.
He picked up Tyler's underwear, wondering if he'd left them on purpose.
Hoping he had, but knowing he should probably not be this interested, because there was no room for romance or hookups in Davey's life.
Supercross was the only love he had and she was a sadistic bitch, demanding every ounce of him.
Davey was always willing to give his all, heart and soul, to her.
There was no heart or soul left for anyone else, and getting involved with Tyler Whitmore would end up with Tyler getting hurt.
The thought of hurting Tyler made his throat close up.
He tapped the contact list on his phone's screen, pulling up his manager, Stewart, without much thought. "'Sup, Stew?" he said when the man answered.
"Heading to the airport. You guys get off okay?"
"Yeah. You meeting us in Atlanta on Friday?"
"'Course."
Over the years, Stewart had become like a big brother or maybe a close uncle to Davey.
Since his dad had passed, they had grown even closer.
Davey loved the big guy and his cowboy attitude.
He trusted Stewart, like no one else, completely.
"Can you do me a fav? I'll, like, owe you big time.
" Davey couldn't believe he was actually going to ask, but couldn't stop himself either.
"Can you get a cell number for Tyler Whitmore? He's a mechanic for Cole Lindt."
"Sure, of course. Why? We don't need a new mechanic."
"It's not that. It's personal. And can you keep it, you know, quiet?"
"Davey?" Stewart's voice sounded unsure. Not a quality he wanted to hear in his business manager's voice.
"Don't ask what you don't want to know." Their close relationship made Davey sometimes forgot that Stewart worked for Princeton above and beyond whatever friendship they had. "Please."
"Sure. Like I said, it's no problem. I'll text you." He cut the call short. Davey didn't want to consider what Stewart might or might not suspect. Tyler was worth seeing again, despite the risk to their careers.