Chapter ten
Tyler opened his eyes, just a crack. At first, he didn't know where he was.
Warmth weighed on his hip, over his chest. Davey's arms and legs entwined with his, wrapped him up.
He nuzzled under Davey's neck, kissing down along his collar bone.
He found a nipple under his thumb. Davey groaned a little and shifted, but didn't wake up.
The night before had been wonderful. Davey grilled a couple of mean steaks. They snuggled on the couch, made out, and did not follow the movie at all. He secretly loved that Davey liked superhero movies. It also explained his wardrobe.
They ended up in bed, and Davey fucked him again.
Now, he woke up in Davey's arms. If he didn't have to go to work today, it would be perfect.
He loved his job, but he didn't want to leave Davey, especially when he had no idea if they'd ever get to do this again.
At least he'd go to work with great things to think about.
The soreness in his ass would remind him of it over the next day or two for sure.
His fingers traveled down Davey's chest, lingering around his hip and then sliding to his groin. His fingers brushed over Davey's dark, curly pubic hair and wrapped around his morning wood.
"Mmm," Davey moaned softly and pulled Tyler tight within his arms. "Good morning, sunshine."
"Good morning to you." Tyler stroked him and let his finger rub over the tip of Davey's cock, flirting with the little slit.
"Feels fucking good." Davey sounded half-asleep still.
Tyler nuzzled up under Davey's jaw, and nibbled on the bottom of his ear. "I want to be inside you, Davey. Let me fuck you, please," he whispered.
"Mmm, yes," Davey softly assented and turned over, giving his back to Tyler.
His hand rubbed across Davey's ass and up his muscular back, along the edges of his tribal tattoo, and then slid up his shoulders and down his strong arms. Tyler had never been with a man so fit; his cut, defined muscles moved with grace.
His lover had absolutely no body fat what-so-fucking-ever on him.
Davey was pure muscle, lean and strong from head to toe.
He couldn't help but kiss and lick between his shoulder blades and down his spine, along his sexy-as-fuck tattoo.
He bit and mouthed at Davey's ass cheeks, reveling in the sounds Davey made for him as his lips and hands wandered.
Tyler sat back on his heels and shoved Davey's ass in the air.
He ran his hands down his long, tight thighs.
"God, you are the sexist man alive." He spread Dave'ys cheeks, and licked his tongue down between them, needing to taste every bit of his lover.
Davey pushed up for him, giving him better access.
Tyler's tongue dipped into the little hole, darting and circling, making Davey hiss.
He liked the musky, tangy taste of Davey's taint.
"Go slow with me, Tyler."
"Of course, lover. I'd never hurt you." He felt a little nervous.
It had been a long time since he had sex before getting together with Davey.
He seemed to have more experience than Davey, though, and Davey did just fine.
He loved feeling Davey fucking him, but he wanted to flip it for once, wanted to show Davey just how good it felt to make him squirm with pleasure and to just be connected to him that way, that intensely and intimately.
Tyler grabbed the lube, and squirted it out on his fingers. He slid them down Davey's crack and slowly pushed inside. He took his time getting Davey ready with his fingers, until his lover bucked up against his hand and begged him for more.
He pulled his hands away, watching Davey pump his hips. Tyler ripped open a package and rolled a condom on, covering it with lube. Slowly, he pushed his cock inside, breaching his ring, and steadily pushing forward. "You okay, lover?" he asked.
Davey moaned, "Yes. I'm good." His voice was low and raspy. "Go."
"God, you are too sexy." He wrapped his arms under Davey's chest. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, baby."
With a little growl, Tyler rolled his hips back, then snapped them forward.
He slowly stroked his dick back and forward again and Davey gasped, wiggling with pleasure.
Tyler knew he scraped over Davey's prostate with that stroke, feeling the thrill of making Davey come undone. "God, Tyler, uh, do it again."
Tyler wasted no time. "You feel so fucking good. So fucking tight." He pumped in and out. "I swear I'm gonna come." The tight heat, grasping his dick and Davey's reactions had Tyler barreling toward orgasm. He could feel it in the base of his spine, threatening to roll over him.
"Not yet. Not yet," Davey gasped.
Tyler slid his arms around Davey's shoulder and neck, lifting him off the bed so he was sitting up on his knees. "Kiss me, Davey."
Davey leaned back and kissed Tyler over his shoulder.
Tyler held him there with one arm, and slid his other around his hip and grabbed his dick, stroking slowly.
Tyler rolled his hips. Davey fell back to the bed.
"Oh, fuck, Ty," he panted out. Tyler kept his grip on Davey's cock and stroked it in time with his own thrusts.
Davey bucked back against him. "So close," he barked out.
"Baby, fuck." He shot out over Tyler's fingers.
His ass squeezed Tyler's cock tighter, sending him over his own edge.
"Davey," Tyler cried out as he exploded, his body shuddering.
Collapsing on top of Davey's back, he dragged his face through Davey's sweat and rolled over, looking over at his lover. Tyler held his hand up to show his lover’s cum coating his hand.
He licked at one of his fingers, then sucked it into his mouth.
"Oh God! That's so hot, I think I'm hard again." Davey leaned in and kissed Tyler, stroking across Tyler's tongue. "I can taste myself. Fuck!" He raised one eyebrow.
"That's sexy," Tyler laughed.
"You're sexy, baby. God, I just love everything about you." He draped himself over Tyler's shoulders and nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck.
Tyler wrapped his arms around Davey's shoulders. His lover just told him that he loved everything about him. Did that mean he loved Tyler? Like love-love?
He kissed and nibbled at Davey's shoulder.
He didn't know what to say. It wasn't the three words.
"I love you." So, did he have to say anything?
Did he want to say it? He did, but he was afraid of it, knowing they couldn't be together like a real couple.
This stupid thing between them had spiraled out of control and he'd become too attached.
He'd made a mistake spending more time with Davey.
"Davey. I gotta go."
"Let's get breakfast first, at least. I have eggs and stuff." His voice sounded pleading. What was he saying?
"I don't know. What time is it?"
Davey leaned over and picked up a cell phone off the little side table. "It's not even nine. Please stay awhile." He sat there, naked and vulnerable, pleading with his deep blue eyes.
"Yeah, okay." Tyler wiped his hand down his chest. He smelled like Davey's spunk, and he liked it. He gripped his cock and pulled the condom off. "I need a shower."
"Sure. I'll start breakfast." Davey grabbed a towel and a pair of shorts and darted out of the bedroom, leaving Tyler sitting on the bed feeling like shit. He knew he had to pull back, but damn he didn't want to.
After a shower, he sat at the table by the little kitchen.
The front living space was a big open area with table, kitchen, and couch all angled perfectly together to maximize the space.
It wasn't the newest or nicest RV, but it was comfortable and just perfect for one or two.
The eggs were scrambled and Tyler sprinkled Tabasco on the top and dug in. "This is good, Davey."
Davey pushed his eggs around his plate, not actually eating. "Thanks," he muttered without even looking up.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just not as hungry as I thought."
"Bullshit."
Davey stood up and left without a word, heading to the bedroom. Tyler followed.
"Come on, Davey. Talk to me."
He didn't say anything. He sat on the bed with his knees pulled up to his chest and his arms wrapped around them. His gaze darted around the room, never landing on Tyler.
"Davey. What'd I do?"
"Nothing. I just." He laid his forehead against his knees.
Tyler sat down beside him, close but not touching. "How 'bout this? You let yourself be open with me. You bared yourself. Shared something you never have before. Then I reacted by saying I had to go."
"Yeah, something like that."
"Fuck."
Davey lifted his head. His eyes were watering. "I feel exposed, raw."
"I'm sorry." He desperately didn't want to hurt his lover, but he didn't know how to protect himself without tearing Davey down further.
"I'm scared, Davey. Fucking terrified of this.
Don't you get it? How can we let ourselves get so close, so attached?
Fuck! What we're doing. I think I have to go.
" Tyler got up and grabbed his clothes and shoved them in to his duffle bag.
His heart thumped out a heavy metal rhythm against his ribs.
He had to get out of there and stop putting his life and his heart in jeopardy.
He loved his job, loved the track, the bikes, the dirt and the grease.
He'd never find a job he loved more. He wanted to pull his lover up in his arms and make him feel better, and those tender feelings scared the shit out of him. They meant trouble.
"I'm sorry, Davey. I just can't screw up my life for a good fuck." He grabbed the rest of his shit, tucking it into his bag as he bolted for the front door of the RV, letting it slam behind him. He didn't look back.