Chapter eight #2
Tyler leaned to the side and let Davey push him down on his back.
Lifting one of Tyler's legs, Davey humped furiously into Tyler's hole.
He stared down, watching his cock work its way in and out, and the sight threw him over the edge.
He pushed in as far as he could go one last time and shot out inside, filling the condom.
His body froze. Sweat beaded up on Tyler's forehead and dripped down into his closed eyes.
Davey wiped it away, rubbing his hands though Tyler's thick hair. "You okay, baby?"
"Yes, hell yes," he whispered, the smile on his face let Davey know he told the truth. His expression was simply exquisite, and Davey was damned sure he couldn't hide this man for much longer. Tyler was too sexy, too bold, living with no excuses and he deserved better.
Davey disposed of the used condom, then lay down, spooning his lover.
They lay there, peacefully, taking in the extent of their sex.
Davey's heart pounded softly, as he languidly kissed Tyler's shoulders.
Davey thought he had never been so happy.
He didn't think this kind of happiness could ever exist for him.
The possibility had never even occurred to him.
His cell phone started playing "Bossy," by Kelis. "Fuck, it's Stewart." Reluctantly, he reached over and answered the phone. "What?"
"I have an autograph session scheduled for you, first thing tomorrow. 8 a.m."
"No."
"What?"
"You can't just spring shit on me. I'm not going to be available.
Not until the afternoon tomorrow." Davey swallowed back his aggravation.
He didn't want even one second of his time with Tyler interrupted, but Stewart didn't know what was going on with them.
Maybe he should have told his manager more about it.
"You can't just say no."
"Fucking watch me."
Stewart answered him with silence on the other end of the phone. Tyler pushed against his thigh with his foot to get Davey's attention. When he looked over at his lover, Tyler shook his head and mouthed the word, "No." Davey knew what he was thinking. Don't screw things up because of him.
It didn't matter. "Can't you move it to the afternoon, seriously?"
"What do you have planned, Davey?"
"It's personal."
"Ahh, don't do this. Don't be a dick."
Davey took a long slow breath. "Really? Stew?
I never ask for anything. Anything. Ever.
I'm off until noon. Make it happen." He hung up.
He wasn't sure how far that was over the line, but it was true.
He always went along with almost every single thing Stewart asked for.
Not this time. It was time he took a little slice of his own life back. "He may come over here."
"Fuck, Davey. Why didn't you just do what he wanted? You have a responsibility—"
"No. I never tell him no. For one fucking time, I want what I want. I want you. Every bit I can have." Davey turned and crawled over Tyler's body. "Every single bit." He nibbled at Tyler's hip bone and tongued over his ribs. Tyler wiggled around, trying to hold back laughter.
"Okay, okay," Tyler squealed. Davey pulled him down into a hard, full-bodied embrace. "Davey...I want you, too." He mashed his lips against Davey's and licked at them. "All of you."
"Mmm." Davey wanted nothing more than to feel his naked body pushed against Tyler's, but he also knew that Stewart might truly show up. "Okay. Let's get dressed and watch a movie. We can cuddle on the couch." He wiggled his eyebrows.
Tyler laughed, but got up without comment and pulled on a shirt and a pair of shorts.
They both dressed quickly. Davey pulled on sweat pants and his favorite Superman T-shirt, both soft and comfortable.
They made their way to the front of the RV.
Davey popped in a movie, hardly looking at the title and plopped on the couch, and pulled Tyler to him.
"What're we watchin'?"
"Don't know, uh, one of the Batman movies.
I think it's the last one," Davey replied.
He didn't much care. "I'll throw some steaks on for us in a bit.
" He kissed the back of Tyler's head, and pulled him closer.
Davey loved the feel of his arms wrapped around Tyler.
He snuggled into his hair, burying his nose into Tyler's locks.
He smelled like Davey's shampoo, making Davey feel even more possessive because he liked Tyler smelling like that, like him.
Tyler slid over to the side and turned, looking up at Davey. He leaned in, cupping Davey's face, and kissed him. "I like kissing you."
Davey licked at Tyler's lips and then covered his mouth with his own and darted his tongue in and out.
The movie came on, but neither paid any attention to it.
A bang on the door had them both sitting upright quick. "Fuck. I'm sure it's Stew," Davey muttered getting up and walking across the living area. He opened the door, looking down the stairs. His manager stood at the bottom, one cowboy boot planted on the bottom rung.
"Inviting me in? Or what?" he asked.
"Yeah, fine," Davey said stepping back. He glanced over at Tyler, noticing how red his mouth and face were from all the kissing they'd been doing, and he felt his face heat from blushing.
Stewart's dark eyebrows crumpled above his nose. "So. This what's got you canceling the gig tomorrow?"
"Whatever. I didn't say cancel. I said move it."
"You must be Tyler? Cole's boy?"
Tyler frowned. "One of Cole's mechanics. Yes."
Davey didn't like Stewart's insinuations. "There's no law that says we can't hang out."
"Cole probably wouldn't like it much, though." Stewart crossed his arms and settled his stern gaze on Davey.
"We're grilling steaks. Wanna stay for dinner?" Davey wanted to change the subject as fast as he could, but he hoped Stewart would say no.
Davey watched Stewart chew the inside of his cheek. He could practically see the wheels churning in his head. Stewart never turned down food. "Nah," he finally answered. "It's no big. The thing's moved already. Your personal shit is your own biz, but make sure you keep it to yourself."
"I am."
Stewart gave a curt nod, turned and left. He'd been the closest thing to a friend or family that Davey had for the last few years, especially since his dad died. He trusted the man. He just hoped the guy would still be as close a friend. He'd have to talk to him about it later.
"Is this going to be an issue? Is he gonna tell Cole?" Tyler asked as soon as Stewart had left.
"No. He's cool."
Tyler bit at his bottom lip and looked up at Davey with big eyes. "I don't want any problems. I can leave. Seriously."
"Hell no, baby. This is not a problem. Relax. Let's get dinner started." He didn't know how else to be reassuring. "This will be fine. Stew won't let anyone else bother us until noon tomorrow. 'Kay?"
"Sure," Tyler answered.
After dinner, Tyler searched through Davey's movie collection while Davey cleaned up. "Find anything?" Davey asked, tucking away the last of the dishes.
Tyler chuckled. "Not really. Looks like all you have are superhero movies." He leaned back on his heels and glared at Davey in a mock-accusatory way.
Davey smiled and blushed. "What's wrong with that? I like superheroes."
Tyler continued to stare at Davey, making him feel a little self-conscious.
"Well," Davey said, squatting down beside Tyler. "I like the ones that fly. That's kinda how I feel, you know? When I'm riding. When I take a jump, I'm flying, especially a triple or one with huge air."
Tyler laughed softly and pulled Davey into a hug.
"That's so cute." Davey tried to pull away, but Tyler held him tighter, getting more serious and staring into Davey's eyes from just a few inches away.
That close, Davey trembled when something passed between him.
He couldn't say what that something was, but it was deeper than they'd been before.
"I do get it, Davey." Tyler smiled and leaned in to kiss him quickly on the lips. He grabbed a movie and stood up. "How about this one? I haven't seen it."
Davey was amazed. Tyler hadn't made fun of him at all, besides just a little teasing at first. He did seem to understand when Davey felt no one ever would.
Liking superhero movies might have been a small thing, but it meant something to connect with Tyler on this new level.
Davey wanted a lot more of that. He put the movie in, and they snuggled on the couch, hoping they would be too busy with each other to watch it.