Chapter two
Tyler took a ribbing from his team the next day, but it wasn't out of the ordinary.
His thoughts about what had happened to him had been right.
When he'd passed out after drinking too much tequila, his so-called friends stripped him down to his briefs and dumped him in Davey's trailer.
They chose that particular location because Davey had left his RV unlocked and they had access to it, otherwise the choice had been random. Talk about leaning on the fates!
When he woke up to see Davey McAllister leering at him with a boner the size of a small tree, he couldn't believe his luck.
The chemistry between them zinged to life almost immediately and Tyler's mind had focused on fucking the guy.
He'd only bottomed once before, but even that had not been a big deal.
Bottoming for Davey, though, that was colossal.
Their night together seemed surreal. He shoved his hands through his hair, still not sure he believed it had happened.
Fuck! He'd had sex with Davey Fucking McAllister and it had been so much better than any dream.
Off-season, Tyler was out, living openly gay.
He shared an apartment with his best friend, Janie, in Denver.
He loved living in Denver where he hung around people who were not in the industry, not even mechanics.
There were a million things to do there and no one gave a damn if he was gay, in fact, being gay made it better, especially when it came to partying in the clubs.
That made him feel like he was living in two separate worlds.
He knew better than to think for a second he could be out within the Supercross world, and further, he could not be in a relationship with a rider.
He could never be with any rider and especially not Davey McAllister.
Davey was the star of Supercross with his boy-next-door looks and easy smile.
The media loved him and kept him in the spotlight.
Tyler felt his chest tighten, wishing so hard that those facts weren't true. Despite the hours they spent touching and pleasing each other. There'd never be a repeat.
He laughed off the teasing with his team as they loaded the bikes and gear in the trailer.
His boss and Lindt's head mechanic, Cody Barret, barked out orders and cut off the chatter as the team got to work.
He was a gruff son of a bitch but smart, and he never hesitated to teach and answer questions from the other mechanics on the team.
He also took their opinions and observations into account.
He made it feel like a cohesive team, and Tyler loved that probably more than anything else about working with racers.
Once the bikes were loaded, the drive team set off and Tyler headed to the airport with his fellow mechanics.
He would fly home to Denver for three days, and then he'd catch a flight to Atlanta on Thursday to start prepping for the next race.
He had been looking forward to a few down days, but that was before he slept with Davey.
Now, he couldn't get the hot racer off his mind, so the next few days with nothing to do would be totally challenging.
His roommate, Janie, met him at the airport in Denver. She was a sweetheart and always there for him, particularly in her little red sports car that she loved showing off. "Ty!" she shouted when she saw him coming from the trams.
"Hey, little bit!" he called back. They'd known each other since middle school when her family moved in next door. His folks had tried to play matchmaker, only to find out he had been more interested in her brother. Finally, they gave up, but Janie had remained his friend.
"You look tired, dude. Ready to head home?"
"Yeah," he answered with a yawn.
"I got you a birthday present."
Tyler felt himself blushing. He had no idea what her present would be but it would probably be embarrassing.
As sweet as she was, Janie could also be a wild thing.
Both qualities together made her great at her job in marketing, but challenging as a friend sometimes.
She could get away with the craziest things because she was so endearing and she knowingly took advantage of it. "Can it wait 'till we get home?"
"Ha-ha. You wish!" She pulled out a package wrapped with pink paper and frilly bows.
"You think this is funny? Huh?"
Janie could barely contain her laughter, covering her mouth. "I think it'll help you get laid."
"I don't need this," he started, shaking the present.
"Oh my God! Tyler Whitmore! Do not tell me you got laid."
"Shut up, Janie. We're in the freaking airport, Christ!"
She laughed and goaded Tyler until they found her car in the short-term parking. Finally seated in the passenger seat, he ripped open the package to find a huge pink dildo. He tapped her on the head with it. "Thank God, I didn't open this up in the airport. You brat!"
He tossed it all in the backseat with his duffel bag as Janie's car hugged the curb of the circle leading out of the parking garage.
The sun sparkled through the windshield, bright though cold.
Tyler shrieked for Janie to put the top up and she complied as he mashed the buttons on the dash to jack up the heat.
The ride home wasn't long, but before they got halfway there, Tyler's phone buzzed. He had a text message from Davey. Hey! It's Davey. Missing you already.
Tyler's jaw dropped open. He hadn't given Davey his number.
"Who's that?" Janie asked.
"It's him."
"Him? Him who? Oh! Him, 'you got laid,' him?" Janie giggled like a ten year old. "Oh my God! You're blushing!" she teased, and Tyler felt his face warm. "Answer him!" she commanded, as if she were in charge of his life.
"I'm scared it's not actually him. Like a prank." The guys on his team could be like that, but Tyler didn't think it was his team.
"Answer him!"
"Shut up. I am." Tyler had to find out, so he texted, Who is this?
Davey answered, Are you serious? You forgot already? Would you know if I sent you a picture of my cock?
Tyler couldn't believe Davey had just sent that. He absolutely wanted to see if Davey would do it. I don't know - send me a picture!
A few minutes later he received a picture of Davey's cock. Rock hard. Davey stroked the length of it. He looked like he had taken the picture in his bedroom in his RV. Told U - I missed U.
I miss U2. You shouldn't be sending me pics like that! Tyler responded.
Davey texted back quickly, I trust U and U did ask for it.
Tyler flipped back over to the picture. Crazy, sexy, cocky son of a bitch! Tyler normally pursued his interests aggressively, but he liked Davey's attitude and he liked flirting with the man. He texted, What if I want more than a pic?
A few moments went by. Tyler figured he'd pushed too far, but hell if Davey didn't start it with his sext-picture. Never mind, he texted, quickly. He didn't want to regret any of it, but he knew this could end up in his face. And in Davey's.
Not never mind! I mind. Just don't know what I wouldn't give you. If you asked.
Tyler couldn't believe what he read. Davey pushed too fast. Tyler wanted more, but he knew this kind of thing could ruin both of them. Not smart at all. His fingers popped over his keypad. Okay. Careful what I ask for then. C U N Atl?
HOPE SO!
Wow! All caps.
Janie nudged his shoulder. "Well?"
They were home and he hadn't even noticed the drive at all.
Tyler tucked his phone in his pocket and got out of the car.
He tried hard not to smile, not to hope, but he couldn't help himself.
As they walked up to the door, Janie made up an obnoxious song, singing loudly, "Tyler got laid. Happy birthday Ty! Tyler got laid!"
He couldn't help but laugh at her. "You nut." He also couldn't wait to look at the picture on his phone again!
The next few days were relatively uneventful, except for Tyler repeatedly jacking off while looking at the picture of Davey's cock, then feeling guilty about jacking off and about not deleting the picture.
They hadn't exchanged any more texts, but he figured Davey kept busy.
He knew how packed a rider's schedule could get.
Soon enough he boarded the plane to Atlanta, wishing, hoping to spend some time with Davey, and knowing he shouldn't want anything from the man. It was a dangerous game that they shouldn't be playing, but, damn, he just had to see Davey again.
Tyler tried to distract himself by drawing out a few bikes on his sketchpad.
He liked to draw dirt bikes and even engine parts in his spare time.
Earlier in his life, he'd drawn other things, but since getting so involved with Supercross, it'd been nothing but bikes.
His pencil scratched across his pad and white fluffy clouds stretched out like an ocean of white outside his window.
Tyler's thoughts circled back to Davey. He wrote in a 27 on the number plate on the bike he drew.
If he had his color pencils on him, he'd color Davey's colors in too.
When Tyler got to the track, he couldn't help looking for Davey's RV and bike trailer.
He didn't go near it, though. He didn't want to interrupt Davey and he had a job to do himself.
The next two days would be living and breathing bikes.
He had his dream job and he loved it. Thankfully, it would take up his concentration and he could skip thinking about Davey McAllister for a little while.