Chapter six
"Sure, I'm okay." Tyler giggled on the other end. "Miss you."
"I miss you too. It's freakin' late. What're you doing up?"
More giggling. "Janie had some people over."
"Are you drunk?"
"No. I mean I had a few drinks, but no, not drunk." It sounded like he was trying to hide his laughter.
Davey's cock had slowly been getting hard since he'd answered the phone, partially just because of Tyler.
He always made Davey hard, but part of it had to do with all the giggling from Tyler.
"Are you stoned?" What had stoic Tyler, the voice of reason, giggling like a school girl?
It was definitely giggling, not laughing. A distinct difference.
"Uh, maybe. You know I live in Colorado?"
"Okay," he said, drawing the word out. Stoned Tyler was something new.
"Ah, you know how it is, Davey? A few friends over, someone pulls out a joint. Just a couple of hits. No big."
The conversation headed down a strange turn. "No. I don't know how it is. I don't have friends like that, Ty."
"Oh, right. You're kinda, ah, like a professional athlete. Guess you don't toke. It'd be bad for you. Huh?"
"Yeah. Something like that." Davey frowned. He didn't understand Tyler's perspective, no frame of reference at all.
"What about in high school? Ever have anyone at a high school party offer up a joint?" Were his words slurring, just a little?
"I didn't go to high school, Ty."
"What?"
"I have my diploma, but I was home schooled.
Fuck, man. At five years old, dirt bikes were already my life.
By ten everyone could see my potential. Hell, my father was freakin' Daddy Warbucks!
If I hadn't been riding seriously, he would have shipped me off to some private school.
Guess I got lucky there, but no. I have no idea about high school, parties, or friends like that. "
"Damn." Tyler sounded more sober, more his serious self. "I sort of feel bad now."
"Don't. I love riding. I can't imagine a better childhood."
"Okay, I get that. Sometimes I feel like I was born with a wrench in my hand. I went straight from high school into an eighteen-month program and bam! On a Supercross team. Like I'm living my dream."
"Yeah? That I can relate to." Davey couldn't help but smile. He had images of a little towheaded Tyler running around his mother's kitchen with tools in his hand, or bothering his father under a car. "Was your father a mechanic, too?"
"No. I, uh, I don't know. He left when I was little and Mom never talked much about him. I don't remember him."
"We're backwards. My mom died." He stopped talking. He'd never talked about his mom with anyone, even his dad.
"I'm sorry, Davey."
"Don't be. I never knew her. She died in childbirth. Anyway, it was my dad's death that was devastating."
"Yeah. That wasn't that long ago, was it?"
It had been in the press. Anyone following Supercross for the last few years would have seen it, yet it still seemed a surprise that Tyler knew. He didn't say anything for a minute, just listened to the sound of Tyler's breathing. He loved that sound. Rough, masculine, completely Tyler.
Feminine laughter on the other end interrupted his thoughts.
"That's Janie," Tyler whispered. Then he heard Tyler talking to her, quieter, as if he'd pulled the phone away from his mouth.
"Leave me alone, girl. What the hell?" More giggling, both hers and his.
A smack. Janie squealed. "Get!" A door shutting.
Tyler giggling again, but back on the line. "Sorry, about that."
"Did you spank her?"
"Uh, I swatted her ass, yes." Silence, not even breathing. "She's like my sister, Davey."
Davey didn't know what to think about Tyler's relationship with her. "Okay," he said, skeptically.
"I'd rather smack your ass," Tyler answered in a deep seductive voice.
"That's not happening." As much as Davey wanted to play with Tyler, he figured he better set some rules up front. Getting spanked was not going to happen. "No way am I ever riding with a sore ass."
"Guess not." Tyler giggled again. Davey thought it was endearing. He wondered why it didn't bother him. Maybe he was just glad Tyler had called him instead of doing a million other irresponsible things.
"Baby, as fun as this is, I have to get back to sleep. I have a very early work-out session."
"Okay. I know. I just...I miss you and I can't wait to see you."
"Me too, baby."
"Fuck! I love it when you call me that."
"Baby!"
"I'm going to go jack off now! Bye, Davey."
Davey waited until the phone went dead and then tapped the red bar and tossed his cell to the side table. He rolled over and stared up into the darkness. He would have to jack off, too, or he'd never get back to sleep.
He reached over and grabbed his phone, tapping Tyler's number to call him back.
"Davey?"
"I want to hear you come." He couldn't believe he'd just blurted it out like that.
Tyler's voice strained as he said, "Oh, fuck!"
"There already?" Davey asked in a low and breathy tone.
"No, but I'm in it. Picturing your mouth."
Davey reached down and took a tentative pull on his own cock. "I want your mouth. God, so bad."
"Call me baby," Tyler demanded.
"Fuck, baby. I want to kiss you and suck your cock. Baby, I want to be inside you." He worked it hard, fucking up into his hand. He turned his hips to get a better angle. "Fuck, baby."
"Oh, God! I want—" Tyler's breath caught, sharp and panting. He started making grunting noises, sending Davey right there to the edge.
"I feel it. I'm coming, baby." Davey's own breath came out in short pants; he couldn't get enough air into his lungs. His balls pulled up tight.
He heard more grunting and he exploded, hitting his chest and flowing over his knuckles.
"Uh, baby? Did you come for me, baby?" Davey asked.
"Yeah," Tyler whispered, sounding very satisfied.
"I want a picture of you. Like that, Ty."
Tyler fell into another fit of giggles that made Davey want to reach through the phone and grab his lover. Tyler mewled, "Okay. Hold on."
A minute later his phone beeped, and Davey flipped it to see the picture of Tyler's face smiling out at him, his eyes a little droopy, his half smile a little sexy.
He heard more giggling. "I'm not sending you dirty pictures, Davey.
I don't know you that well." More giggling.
It was ridiculously adorable and Davey wanted to hear Tyler make that sound every day for the rest of his life.
"When you get here, I'm spanking your ass, Ty. You're so bad."
"Bad? Me? You're the dirty boy that called me back to jack off together."
"You loved it, baby. Admit it." Now, Davey felt like giggling. He loved what Tyler brought out in him.
"Yeah, well, I did. I'm getting hard again thinking about you spanking me. Fuck! I don't have to ride, Davey. You can spank me anytime."
"Fuck, baby. I gotta get some sleep. You're killing me!"
"Yeah. Night. Wet dreams!" his voice sang.
"Oh yeah, you're definitely getting spanked, baby."
Tyler's voice sounded sleepy when he answered, "Night, Davey."
"Night, Sleeping Beauty," he answered, reverting back to Tyler's first nickname.
They finally hung up again. Davey felt more settled. Sleep would find him rather quickly. He didn't even bother to clean up the spunk. He felt so good, thinking about Tyler, he just rolled over and crashed.
Davey woke at five thirty, knowing he had to get in some good workouts over the next few days.
He wanted to be able to spend as much time with Tyler as he could before they both had to get to work.
One day with Tyler did not qualify as nearly enough, but he wouldn't complain.
He reached over to his cell phone; it flashed with a notification.
Another picture from Tyler waited for him and not a typical selfie, sexting or otherwise, either.
It made his cock stand up straight and hard.
Tyler lay stretched out across a mattress, gripping his balls and the base of his cock.
His other hand lightly rested on one pec, his elbow up by his face.
His eyes were hooded with ecstasy and his tongue peeked out the right corner of his mouth.
Smokin' hot. He texted back right away, You are so incredibly beautiful! !
He didn't wait for a return text. He figured Tyler would be out cold until around noon or later.
He might have to take care of his morning wood, jacking off to this new exquisite picture.
Otherwise, it might be painful getting through his workout.
He looked at the picture again, wanting to run his tongue over those nipples, down that trail of honey blond hair leading to that gorgeous cock.
Then, he wanted to run his tongue along Tyler's length.
Davey's own cock stood up, rock hard and demanding attention.
He wanted Tyler's tongue in his mouth, on his skin. Just thinking about it made Davey's brain melt. He couldn't get enough. He stroked himself, looking at the picture, wishing for the real thing.
Just as he exploded, coming all over his sheets, his phone notified him of a new text. He flipped to the message from Tyler. Janie took it. She's in marketing. She knows what she's doing. I almost didn't send it.
I'm glad you did. Glad didn't even begin to cover it.
What're you doing?
Davey laughed at himself. He was getting a workout, but not the kind he was supposed to be getting. He took a picture of the wet mattress with all his come all over it and sent it back to Tyler with a message. Working out!
Tyler's response was a smiley face.
Davey tossed the phone down with a laugh. A fucking smiley face. He pulled on his sweatpants and tank top. He needed a run.