Chapter seven
Tyler rented a car at the airport and drove through town.
It took him longer than he expected, between waiting in line and then getting through traffic.
It was almost eleven before he pulled into the RV park.
He slowly drove around, drumming his thumbs against the steering wheel, not sure if he'd recognize Davey's rig, but he didn't have to.
He quickly spotted Davey riding a stationary bicycle outside, beside the trailer with his headphones on, head down.
He dripped with sweat like he'd been there a while, although Georgia was damned hot in April, so he could've just started.
He parked the car and grabbed his bag out of the back, hesitantly.
His stomach seized up in a huge knotted mess.
They'd talked a lot on the phone, but he was still irrationally nervous.
So much could be ruined if they were caught.
"Hey!" he shouted, hoping Davey would hear it over whatever he listened to on his headphones.
Davey lifted his head, and Tyler watched the look of extreme determination and concentration morph into a sexy, pleased grin. "Hey back!" Davey jumped off the cycle, tossed his headphones to the ground and practically launched himself at Tyler.
"Damn, you're sweaty," Tyler complained. Davey laughed and rubbed his sweaty body all over Tyler, then kissed him with a hard press of lips.
"Inside," Davey whispered, his voice already low and husky. "Now."
Tyler followed without an argument. Once inside, Davey asked, "Join me?" and nodded to the shower.
Tyler didn't answer, he was too busy pulling his shirt over his head.
They both rushed to get clothes off. Davey spent too long removing his running shoes, letting Tyler finish first. He helped Davey get his bike shorts off, practically peeling them down his legs.
"You look too fucking good in these." Davey stepped out of them when they were at his ankles.
He was left with just a jockstrap on. Not the old-fashioned bulky kind that you stuck a plastic cup in, either.
This was sleek and black and barely contained Davey's hard-on.
Tyler turned him around. He ran his finger down Davey's back along his tattoo, and down between his butt crack, as he pulled the jock down Davey's legs and dropped it to the floor.
"Let's go." His voice cracked with his urgency.
Davey led him into the cramped shower stall, not meant to accommodate two masculine bodies.
The water flowed over them and splashed outside the stall, as their bodies squashed together.
Davey added soap and in a minute they writhed, slippery against each other.
Tongues entwined, Tyler's hands dug into Davey's hair.
He wanted to crawl inside of Davey and live there.
The thought scared him, making his heart threaten to burst free of its cage.
He leaned back and let Davey wash himself all over, including his cock that strained hard against his soapy fist. "Rinse," Tyler commanded.
Davey turned into the spray of the water.
Tyler wrapped his arms around his waist, then let his hands wander down until he stroked Davey's sack and along his cock, lingering at the head.
Davey leaned up and tried to kiss Tyler over his shoulder.
His mouth worked, open, close, open, close, as Tyler stroked him. "Uh, Tyler, please. I need, I…"
Tyler turned him around and kissed down his wet body.
He lingered at Davey's nipple. Dark hair outlined the dark pink circle.
He bit down Davey's ribs and nuzzled at his hip bone, making him squirm.
Then, he dropped to his knees and took Davey's cock in his mouth.
He licked and lipped it like he couldn't get enough.
"Starving for you," he moaned between flicks of his tongue.
He sucked Davey deep down his throat, swallowing hard and loving the sounds Davey made as he worked him.
He slid his hands up Davey's thighs and grabbed on to his ass, pulling him closer.
"God, I'm gonna come. Tyler, baby." Davey's words inspired Tyler to give him more, sucking, swirling his tongue, and moaning to send vibrations up his lover's cock. "No, baby!" Davey shouted once more as he shot out into Tyler's mouth. "Fuck, too fast."
"We have all day."
"And I plan on making the most of it." Davey pulled Tyler up off the floor and shoved him under the showerhead for a quick rinse, and then pulled him by the bicep into the back room of the RV.
Tyler loved how Davey manhandled him. It rarely happened.
Tyler may be short, but he lifted weights and with his stocky, wide-shouldered frame, he knew it took a lot of man to throw him around.
Davey dished it out confidently, and Tyler let him.
Davey sat on the edge of the bed. "Get over here," he commanded with a sensual touch to his voice. "I warned you. You're getting spanked, bad boy." He growled like a bear, his nose curling up into adorable crinkles.
Tyler wanted to skip the spanking and jump into other things, but the thought of it had his dick jumping. He licked his lips and took a tentative step closer.
"I mean it, Ty. Over my lap. Now, baby."
When he added the “baby,” Tyler knew he couldn't refuse. He stretched out over Davey's lap. His hips resting across Davey's thighs, his cock hanging between them.
"I didn't like Janie seeing you naked like that."
"She's my best friend, my sister. I'm not interested in her—"
"Is she gay?"
"Uh, no."
Smack. The sting had his cock throbbing. "Fuck, I don't think I've ever been so hard, Davey."
Another smack on his other cheek, then one back to the first spot. The overlapping hit stung worse than the others. "I don't want anyone seeing you, touching you. I'm very possessive, Ty." His words were soft, uttered while he rubbed the palm of his hand over his stinging ass.
"I like that."
"The rubbing, or the possessiveness?"
"Yes."
"Fuck, get up here and kiss me, baby."
Tyler crawled up Davey's long, lean body, wrapping his arms around Davey's neck. Strong arms wrapped around his waist, touching and grabbing his skin. He darted his tongue into Davey's mouth, lapping at him like an ice cream cone. "God, I fucking missed you, Davey. You taste so fucking good."
Davey moaned into Tyler's mouth. Tyler's cock pressed up against Davey's stomach.
"I need to fuck you. I want inside you, now.
" He flipped Tyler over onto the bed, laying on his back.
He pushed Tyler's knees up. Leaning in, Davey licked at Tyler's cock, his balls, the length of skin between his balls and his ass, then darted his tongue into his hole.
Tyler had never felt anything like it, that wet, velvety tongue pushing firmly against his most sensitive skin, yet so softly at the same time.
"Can't get enough of you, baby." Davey touched him, licked him, like a starving dog with a bone.
Tyler moaned. The almost unbearable pleasure built up in his stomach, threatening to burst over him. Davey lifted his ass off the mattress, flicking his tongue across his cheeks. He plunged that tongue back into his hole, then licked back up to his cock.
"Oh God. Don't move." Davey reached over to the little table by the bed, sliding the drawer open. He tossed the KY and a box of condoms on the bed. He trailed his fingers up the back of Tyler's thighs, giving him chills and making him squirm uncontrollably.
Davey lubed up his fingers, and slid them inside Tyler. He moaned and bucked involuntarily. Tyler needed that connection, wanted it. "Now, fuck me, now."
"Wait. I don't want to hurt you." He leaned forward, his body between Tyler's legs, and nuzzled under Tyler's jaw and bit at his neck, sending electric pulses through some strange connection that tied his throat to his balls, as he slid his fingers in and out.
When he sat up and added a third, Tyler almost bucked himself off the bed. "God, now, Davey. Fuck, I'm ready."
"Eager beaver," Davey laughed, but he rolled a condom over his shaft and started nudging at Tyler's hole.
"Yes, now. Damn, I need you." A part of Tyler hated how much he desired Davey, but he couldn't run from the truth forever. "Davey!" he moaned as Davey breached his ring of muscles.
After taking a moment to let Tyler get used the sensation, Davey leaned forward and stared down into Tyler's eyes.
It was a long, hard look—intense behind his dark eyes.
Tyler squirmed under the pressure of Davey's gaze, not knowing what it meant.
Finally, Davey said, "Tyler, my God! I loved that picture you sent.
You're so beautiful. But, it doesn't even compare to the real thing.
Not even close." Then, Davey rolled his hips, easing his cock out very slowly, then suddenly thrust in harder, pumping his hips.
"I can't stand it," he grumbled as his whole face cringed up.
He plunged in, ramming his hips hard against Tyler.
Every thrust pushed Tyler ever closer to orgasm.
Davey's hands roamed all over Tyler's skin in an urgent battle to feel everything all at once. Tyler pulled his thighs back, hand cupped under his knees, lifting his ass higher. "More, Davey. Harder."
"Ty." Davey groaned, pushed harder. "I'm gonna come."
"Fuck yeah." Tyler let go of one leg and grabbed his own cock.
"Stroke it, Tyler. Fuck! Come for me, baby."
Stars burst at the edge of Tyler's vision and he shot out all over his stomach. A thick stream shot up onto Davey's chest. Tyler clenched his ass as he came, making Davey's rhythm falter. He came right after, grunting and panting with ecstasy painted on his face.
"God, Tyler. I can't get enough of you." He leaned his body forward between Tyler's legs and kissed Tyler's face, cheeks and eyes.
Tyler leaned up into him, demanding his mouth with his own lips and tongue.
Davey's hands trailed down Tyler's chest, through the mess and down to his belly.
He fingered Tyler's belly button. Tyler's hand stroked up and down Davey's side, across his ribs, over his hip, down his thigh and back the other way, the tips of his fingers seeking Davey's smooth skin.
Davey stopped only long enough to dispose of the condom, then he reached up and tickled under Tyler's arm, making him burst out into fits of laughter.
Tyler wrestled away from him, but Davey jumped on him in a second, wrapping around his lover.
In a moment, they had Tyler's semen everywhere, smeared across both their chests and arms. They lay wrapped up in each other's arms, the laughter slowly dying down.
Tyler looked into Davey's eyes, taking him in, losing himself in Davey's deep blues.
Davey took a quick breath and let it out slowly. "I like this. I could get used to it."
Tyler swallowed hard. "Yeah, but we can't, so don't."