Chapter five
Tyler felt grateful to Janie for picking him up at the airport again, but couldn't help bitching at her anyway.
All her efforts at cheering him up just got on his nerves.
He couldn't have Davey. Couldn't be with him at all.
It pissed him off because he knew. He knew that under any other circumstances, they would be something, something serious and special.
He felt needy and he hated being needy. He hated being anything but self-sufficient.
Janie grabbed his arm and pulled at him, obviously losing her patience with him. "Ty, man. What is up?"
"It's Davey," he said, finally giving in to her nagging. He'd just got out of the shower. He dragged his towel off his head and plopped down on the sofa, his track pants sliding against the vinyl.
Janie plopped down in the armchair, tucking her feet under her. "The racer Davey?"
He glared at her. She knew exactly what Davey he was talking about. He had been all Tyler had talked about since their first hookup. "God, yes. Racer Davey."
"What happened?" Her eyes sparkled like sapphires and begged him to give her the scoop. Damned gossip whore!
Tyler sighed, finally giving in. "He's too sexy. Too perfect. Fuck! I can't have him and he fucking wants me. Do you have any fucking idea how fucked up that is?"
"He wants you, huh? Did you get laid again?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him. When he didn't respond, she started bouncing up and down. "You got laid again! Fu-u-uck!"
"Yeah," he said without much enthusiasm. He flipped the towel around in his hands. "Doesn't matter much, but yes. He also invited me to stay the week with him in his RV."
"Uh, fuck up much? What the hell are you doing here? Hello?"
He threw the towel at her. "Fuck you. You know I can't do it. It'll call too much attention to us."
"Sure, yeah. I forget you're not open there. But you should, I don't know, do something. Maybe go up a day early. One day isn't going to make a difference. You could get away with that. Go completely unnoticed." She shrugged, holding her hands up.
Tyler wanted more time with Davey desperately. He stared at his hands wishing he could have them all over that man again. "Fuck. I gotta call him." He got up to get his cell, when smack. The towel popped him in the back of the head. What the hell, was she twelve?
He growled at her, then jerked the towel away from Janie and went to his room.
He shut the door behind him and grabbed his cell.
He sat in the little office chair at his desk rather than the bed, and tapped his screen on Davey's number.
His eyes danced all over the pictures on his wall and the sketchpad left open to his drawing of Davey's bike.
"Hey, Ty!" Davey sounded overly excited.
"Davey. Hi. I just wanted to let you know I'm home."
"Thanks."
"Sure." Silence hung between them for a moment. Tyler hated the awkwardness. "Listen, Davey."
"Yeah?"
"Um, think I could, I don't know, come out like a day early? Like on Wednesday?"
Davey made a whooping noise then answered quickly. "Please! How early can you get here?"
"Don't know. I'll have to move my flight. Shouldn't be a big deal. I'll text you when I get the info."
"Tyler! Man, you don't know how happy you just made me. I'll pick you up at the airport."
"No. No, don't. Just text me the address of the park. I'll rent a car. It's easier, better that way." He shouldn't have to say it would also be less chance of getting caught together.
Silence.
"Davey?"
"Yeah. You're right."
For once, Tyler hated being right. "I fucking feel like I'm telling you no all the time."
"Baby, I get it. I know you're right. I told you I'm spoiled."
"Did you just call me baby? Again?"
"Uh, yeah? Is that okay?"
Tyler had to adjust his pants. His dick seemed to like it well enough. "Well, just don't do it when people are around."
"It embarrasses you?" Davey asked, irritation clear in his voice.
"No! It fuckin' makes me hard."
"Baby, baby, baby, fuck when you're here, that's all that's coming out of my mouth!"
Tyler had to laugh. "OhmyGod! You are total batshit!"
"You make me that way, baby! Seriously, I can't wait to see you. Call me tomorrow. I gotta get a workout in."
"Okay. Thanks, Davey."
"For what?" he asked quickly with a soft chuckle.
He shrugged, but knew Davey couldn't see that. Sighing, he answered, "Not giving up on me."
"You're worth it, baby."
"Later, Davey." Tyler hung up and flipped his laptop open. He managed to get a flight that landed at Hartsfield at 8 a.m. in the morning. Fucking early! If Davey thought Tyler was worth pursuing, then he was worth an early flight.