Chapter eight
"Let's go jog up to the deli and get some food," Davey suggested, stomach growling. He'd already burned off his breakfast and then some and he bet Tyler hadn't stopped for food, either.
"Jog?"
"Oh, come on, you work out. A little jog won't kill you." Davey winked at him.
Tyler huffed and stuck his bottom lip out in an incredibly adorable pout. "Well, I just got spanked and fucked. You'd think you'd give me a little slack here."
Davey leaned in and bit down on that pouty lip and scraped his teeth across it. "Nope. Don't pout, sexy boy. Come on." He got up and offered Tyler his hand.
He took it and pursed his lips together, eyeing Davey like he couldn't figure him out. "Weren't you working out when I got here?"
"That's all I ever fuckin' do, Ty. Work out and ride. Either bikes or you." He wiggled his eyebrows, making Tyler break out into a smile. "Lovely," Davey said without thinking.
"What?"
"You're smile."
Tyler blushed. Damn! Davey was falling hard for this attractive guy.
Everything he said or did had Davey's insides melting.
Davey's nerves buzzed from head to toe with Tyler so close.
If they didn't get out of the trailer right that minute, they'd end up dying of starvation because Davey might never let him out of the bed again. "You brought sneakers, right?"
"Yep." Tyler gave in and they got dressed in athletic shorts and tank tops and took off in an easy jog.
Tyler's muscles rippled beneath his thin shirt like a feast for Davey's eyes.
It felt good jogging beside his man, doing something together besides fucking, not that Davey minded the fucking.
He loved the fucking. He thought about it all the time, but this activity outside of the bedroom made it feel more real.
For the first time in his life, Davey considered something worth having outside of Supercross.
It didn't take long to get to the deli, breathing hard and sweating by the time they got there. They had to cool down before they could eat their turkey sandwiches. "What do you do when you're off, Ty?" Davey asked, wanting to fill the silence in the air and learn more about his new lover.
Tyler shrugged. "Hang with Janie. Play video games, talk to my totally hot rider boyfriend, and send him X-rated pictures of myself." He winked.
Davey grinned, feeling flattered. "Is that what I am? Your boyfriend?"
"Is that what you want to be?" He took a huge bite of his sandwich, mustard squirted out the side, smearing on the corner of his mouth.
"I'd like to lick that off," Davey whispered, leaning forward over the table that separated them. He wrapped his foot around Tyler's ankle under the table.
Tyler frowned and wiped his face with a napkin. Why the frown?
"You didn't answer the question, Davey," Tyler huffed.
"I asked you first, baby."
"Maybe," he said, before devouring his food.
They finished their lunch without much conversation. They bought extra water bottles and walked back toward the RV. "Tyler, I think I would like that whole boyfriend thing a lot. Maybe too much." The thought of making this more with Tyler gave him delicious flutters in his belly.
"Me too, Davey." He took a long drink of water from his bottle. "I want to hold your hand. Kiss you. Anytime I want. I'm used to that. This is, so, you know, strange. Like in high school and crushing on some guy, terrified to tell anyone."
"What'd you do back then?"
"I told Janie," he answered with a little half-shrug.
Davey kicked at a rock. "She means a lot to you." It wasn't a question.
"Yes, like I told you. She's like my best friend, my sister. I trust her."
Davey smiled, glad Tyler had someone. Davey felt alone. He had no one he could trust that much, except Tyler. He hinted to his manager, Stewart, but that's all he could do.
"What's wrong?" Tyler asked, cutting into his thoughts.
"Nothing. Come on. I'll race you." He took off, knowing Tyler would be right there with him. Tyler seemed to always be right there with him.
When they got back to the RV, they dripped with sweat, smelling funky. "Another shower?" Davey asked with eyebrows raised.
"Sure, come on." Tyler pushed into the stall, kicking off his sneakers, pulling his sweaty shirt off and stepping out of his shorts. Davey watched him intently as he stripped his own clothes and followed him into the shower, turning on the water.
Davey grabbed the soap, lathering his hands. He rubbed against Tyler's chest, abs, and down his arms and legs, washing everywhere, but avoiding Tyler's cock. "Kneel down." Tyler lowered himself, and started kissing Davey's belly. "Mm. No. Don't. Tilt your head back."
Tyler listened and tilted his head back into the stream of water.
Davey ran his hands through wet hair. He grabbed the shampoo bottle and squirted some in his hands, lathering it up.
He washed Tyler's hair. It looked darker, almost a golden-brown when it was wet.
Davey loved Tyler's blond curls. He dug his fingers into Tyler's scalp, scrubbing and massaging.
Tyler's eyes were closed and he hummed softly, enjoying the treatment.
"Tilt back," Davey said softly. "I got you.
" He held Tyler's shoulders with one arm and used his other hand to help rinse the shampoo out of Tyler's hair.
He leaned down and gently brushed his lips across Tyler's, surprised by the intimacy of the act.
The moment seemed so delicate, so perfect, and so much more than just having fun.
Tyler's eyes opened; soft little brown flecks tinted the green warmly.
They looked right into Davey's soul. Davey ran his calloused thumb across Tyler's cheeks, and lips.
Tyler opened his mouth, allowing Davey to slide his thumb between gentle lips, stroking at the plump bottom one.
Tyler pressed his lips around his thumb, kissing gently and humming softly.
"Come on Davey," he said in a low, sexy voice, his eyes drooping wantonly.
Tyler got up and left the shower, and Davey rushed to soap up and rinse off, following Tyler as quick as he could.
In the bedroom, Davey crawled in the bed and stretched out by Tyler's side, their legs entwining and chests almost meeting.
The urgent rush from earlier was gone, but the insatiable need to touch his lover still urged him forward like an ever present compulsion.
He ran his hand through Tyler's still damp hair, down his chest, over his hip.
"I need you," he breathed. He rolled over to his back and tugged at Tyler's arm.
Taking the hint, Tyler rolled his body on top of him.
"You ever, uh, bottom?" Tyler asked.
Davey shook his head. "I've never. But I might. I thought you liked it."
"I do with you." Tyler leaned over and gently kissed Davey's lips. The kiss was lingering, soft, filled with passion if not urgency. "What do you want, Davey?"
"I want you to ride me again. I want to watch your face while you fuck yourself on my dick."
Tyler's lips curled into a little smirk.
"Dirty boy." He practically purred the words.
He sat up and reached into the nightstand taking out a condom and the lube.
Tyler rolled the condom over Davey and rubbed his sheathed cock with lube.
Then, he squirted more lube on his fingers and slid one up inside of himself.
"God, that's too fuckin' much, Ty." Davey's cock throbbed with need. He watched as Tyler prepped himself and then climbed on top, straddling Davey's hips. He reached behind, grabbing Davey's cock, and slowly worked himself down on it.
Davey watched Tyler's face intently. His brows dipped in concentration, his lips pursed together, and the tip of his tongue peeked out the corner of his mouth.
Davey honestly thought it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.
Every second spent with Tyler exposed more and more desire for this bold man.
"Tyler," he moaned, as Tyler sat completely down on his cock. "Oh, God, you're killing me." Tyler's ass gripped his cock like a hot glove.
"Mmm…" Tyler moaned as he started pushing himself up and down. His thick, muscled thighs constricted. Tyler placed one hand behind him on top of Davey's thigh and the other on his opposite hip bone, giving Tyler more leverage. "Fuck!" he called out, grinding himself on Davey's cock.
An expression of ecstasy, open mouth, relaxed eyes, replaced the concentration from earlier. "Open your eyes, Ty." He needed to watch those soft green eyes. "I want to see you come."
"Touch me," Tyler breathed out with a stutter, his eyes fluttering open.
Davey reached across and grabbed Tyler's cock, rubbing it slowly.
With each up and down stroke, soft keening noises poured out of Tyler's mouth.
His eyes were hooded, but not closed. He stared down at Davey with a needy lust. In that moment, Davey wanted to give Tyler the world.
He'd do anything Tyler asked of him. The thought scared him when he considered giving up his career.
It was too much, too fast, but maybe it wouldn't be in a year or two, if they could keep things covert that long.
As Tyler picked up speed, Davey matched it with his caresses and watched Tyler impale himself and simultaneously fuck up into Davey's hand. Davey pumped his hips up to meet each downward thrust. Tyler moaned, his eyes rolling back into his head. "Stay with me, Ty," Davey demanded.
When Tyler finally looked down at Davey again, his whole body shivered. "Gonna, come…"
"Do it. Now. Come for me, baby."
Tyler's body rolled with shivers and he shot out, all over both of their chests and abs and all over Davey's hand. When he stilled, Davey started pumping up harder, not getting enough friction. "Fuck. Turn over, Ty."