Chapter four #2
Tyler's hands shook, but he managed to get the lube on his fingers.
He reached around and slid one finger in his hole.
Davey watched him, licking his lips. He put on a show, grinding against his hand and when he pushed the second one in, he moaned, involuntarily.
His cock pressed hard against his stomach, leaking from tip, just from knowing Davey's eyes roamed all over Tyler's body like gentle caresses.
"Third finger, hurry," Davey called out, leaning forward. He grabbed Tyler's thighs and flicked his tongue across a nipple. "You are so fucking sexy," he breathed out, flicking at the other nipple. Tyler could feel the heat of his words on his skin, searing into him like a brand.
"God. I want you." He climbed up over Davey's waist and reached back to grab Davey's cock, slicking it up with the lube on his hand.
Slowly, he worked himself down on Davey's stiff rod until he sat flush on Davey's lap.
With a soft groan, he relished the fullness.
He couldn't think of anything in the world better than having Davey inside of him.
Tyler leaned over and kissed Davey hard.
Davey's hands threaded through Tyler's hair.
"You smell good," he said, pulling away from Davey's mouth.
Tyler could live in Davey's smell of fresh and clean like soap, and a salty warm scent like roasted peanuts lingering with something slightly sweet reminding Tyler of campfires and s’mores.
Tyler started moving up and down, making Davey swallow hard and pant shallowly.
Tyler thought it was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen or heard.
He lifted his hips, eyes locked on to Davey's.
He pushed back and pulled up, riding Davey's cock.
He rocked forward, getting the best angle so Davey's cock hit the right spot on each pump.
Davey rolled his hips up to meet him and wrapped a hand around Tyler's cock, stroking in rhythm with Tyler's ride.
Tyler felt his orgasm building at the base of his spine. He fought to hold it back, wanting to make this last. He slowed.
"What? What's wrong?" Davey asked, reaching for his lover and grabbing his biceps.
"No, nothing. So, close."
Davey growled and sat up straight, then flipped Tyler over onto his back. Davey grabbed at the back of Tyler's thighs, pushing them toward his chest to get a better angle. In a moment, he thrust his hips, shoving into Tyler hard and fast.
Tyler spread his legs as wide as he could. His hands were in Davey's hair, trailing down his back, grabbing at his ass. It felt like arms and legs were everywhere, mashed together in a frantic mess that only left Tyler wanting more. So, he moaned out the only thing he could, "More, more, more…"
"Yes," Davey said, answering his pleas, pounding harder. He grabbed on to Tyler's cock, stroking hard with each thrust.
"Fuck." The word burst out of Tyler's mouth with a grunt. His balls were tight and tingling. "Fuck. Please." He rode along the verge of orgasm, torn between holding it back and wanting to explode, balanced on the edge of a knife.
"Come, baby. Don't hold back." Davey's soft words pushed him over the edge. He couldn't refuse his lover. He shot his come out furiously between them in thick streams.
Davey followed right behind him.
When they were done, they lay together, side by side, chest to chest, and legs entwined. Davey ran his fingers through Tyler's hair, petting him. "You are so hot, Ty. You're making me lose my mind."
"I see that."
Davey's lips roamed Tyler's face, kissing his forehead, his eyelids, and his cheeks. His tongue licked along the bottom of his jaw. He nuzzled under Tyler's ear. Davey's attention felt like so much more than just a hookup.
"You're definitely crazy, man." Tyler thought about how much Davey risked by coming over.
"Crazy about you."
Tyler pushed Davey's shoulders down flat against the bed and leaned over him.
He kissed him hard on the lips, and snaked his tongue across Davey's mouth.
Davey opened, and Tyler let his tongue dive in, tasting him.
He wanted this man, but they had to be levelheaded.
He bit at Davey's lower lip, pulling on it. "This is so dangerous."
"Come work for my team."
"What? No." Tyler sat up and watched Davey over his shoulder. How could he just blurt out something like that out of nowhere? Tyler had thought he tended toward being overzealous, but Davey's impulsiveness had him reeling.
"I'm not a rookie. I'm doing well. Been doing well. Moving up. But, if I don't take it this year or next? I don't know. I don't know where the sponsors will be. If I'll have a team?"
"What's that got to do with me?"
"I need you. Near me, close. You, you calm me down, keep me focused."
Tyler turned his whole body to face Davey. "Bullshit. I'm a distraction."
"Maybe that's what I need. A distraction."
Lying back down, Tyler rested his head on one of Davey's long thighs and closed his eyes. "I think you haven't thought this through and once you do, you're going to change your mind."
They lay there like that for a few minutes. Davey stroked his hair and touched his neck like he couldn't keep his hands off of Tyler.
"I am a little insane, but I've been thinking about this since I did track-walk this morning.
You know? I race Supercross and fuck other driver's mechanics.
" He laughed. "But, I...I'm craving you.
" He bit the words out between clenched teeth and dug his fingers into Tyler's scalp. "You make me delirious."
Tyler opened his eyes and turned his head toward Davey. "Yeah, you're making me a little looney, too."
"Get up here and kiss me. Then I have to go."
Tyler didn't waste time arguing. He threw himself into Davey's arms. They kissed like they needed each other's mouths like it was their last meal, smashing desperately together.
Tyler couldn't get enough of Davey's toothpaste and Coke and hot saliva mouth.
He wanted it pressed on him, on his skin, around his dick.
He savored every second, afraid it would be the last and all he'd be left with would be memories.
Eventually, Davey pushed him back. "I don't want to, but I gotta go." His words were soft and sad. He dressed quickly and kissed Tyler one more time. "This ain't over. Now get some rest, Sleeping Beauty!"
Twenty minutes after Davey left, Tyler's phone rang. "Hey!"
"Sleep yet?" Davey asked.
"No. Some sexy racer barged in and got me all worked up."
He heard Davey chuckling softly. "Yeah. I can't settle either. Got this hot mechanic on my mind."
"God! You are completely insane." Tyler liked how much Davey seemed to want him, though. It melted his heart a little like hot cookies right out of the oven, gooey and comforting.
"Are you flying home between races?"
"Uh, yep. Heading out with the rest of the team in the morning."
Davey's voice was pleading, eager. "Don't. Stay with me."
"Can't, Davey. Bad idea." Tyler fought against his quickening pulse.
Davey's breathing grew heavier. "No. Good idea. I'm gonna be here alone all week. Not at the Dome, at a park. Come on."
"The flights are already paid for."
"I want you with me. Want to wake up in your arms again." Davey's tone dropped lower, getting all growly, sexy, and demanding.
Every word lassoed Tyler's heart and roped him in, cinching tighter. "Fuck. Davey. I want to. Man! I want you. More than anyone, but that's too much, too fast. I can't. You have too much at stake, and so do I."
"Okay, I get it." He sounded defeated.
"Davey. Don't. Don't be upset. Cause I, um, I don't want this to be over either. Let's just take it slower and think about it. 'Kay?"
"Yeah. Okay. Ty, I know you're right, but I want you and I'm spoiled. You know? Honestly, I'm the spoiled rich kid. I get my way. Always."
"You've never seemed spoiled to me."
"You haven't seen me want what I can't have."
Tyler laughed. "That explains a lot about you.
" Maybe Davey didn't know how to show restraint.
He'd picked the wrong guy to teach him, though.
Away from the track, Tyler tended to be wild and willing to go after what he wanted.
That quality had gotten him into Motocross and on a 450 Supercross team faster than most mechanics.
Hell, most mechanics never got the opportunity.
Tyler knew his skills were elite, but he pushed harder than others and didn't ever give up.
He hated having to push Davey away. It went against his natural instincts.
They silently listened to each other breathe. Even that silence glowed like a golden candle for Tyler.
"Okay, Ty. Get some sleep. Do me a fav?"
"What?"
"Call me when you get home?"
"Sure. Can do." Easy favor. Tyler loved talking with Davey and looked forward to getting to know him better.
"Night, baby."
"Night, Davey." Tyler sat there staring at the phone. Did Davey McAllister just call him baby? Holy crap. He could hardly believe that one little word had made his cock instantly hard again.