Chapter fourteen
Davey couldn't contain his excitement over the phenomenal race that week.
He not only won his heat, but placed second in the Main Event.
Tate Jordan took first, spoiling it for him, but Tate seemed like a decent guy, so it didn't upset Davey too much.
Cole Lindt placed third, and the prior champion, Chad Regal, came in fourth, which kept Davey in the first-place slot in points even without winning the race.
The results fired him up. Winning the championship this year would give him everything he'd dreamed and maybe even Tyler.
He couldn't stop thinking of his lover through the interviews and autographs and hoped like hell Tyler would be at Post-Knights later that night. Most of the teams congregated there to celebrate or commiserate after the race.
Once his last interview was finished, his trainer, Brad, nudged his shoulder. "Come on already!"
"Yeah, coming." He piled into the back of the rental car with Stewart while Shorty jumped into the front passenger side.
Davey pulled out his phone while Brad drove them over, not finding any texts from Tyler.
He desperately wanted to send one, but he'd promised to back off and give Tyler some space.
That was already proving a lot harder than he originally thought it would be.
Once at the bar, Davey got a bottle of water. He liked that this club always had bottled water available for the athletes and performers that hung out there. He ordered a salad with grilled chicken as well. Then, he sat back and scanned the crowd, looking for Tyler, anxious to see his lover.
He didn't feel sociable at all and when a couple of the track girls came over, he ran them off quickly.
They held up the track signs before the races dressed in skimpy outfits, stood beside the winners on the podium, and at the after parties every rider wanted their attention. Davey wasn't interested.
Stewart plopped down next to him. "What's goin' on, Davey?"
"Eating," he mumbled with a mouthful of lettuce and cheese.
"Fine. Hey, I'm having some pics from the GoPro footage from tonight's Main Event sent to your phone. Approve a handful of them for me. 'Kay? They're going out on social media."
"Cool."
"Angel is going to be humming around this place tonight takin' more pics."
"Who?"
Stewart reached over and picked a black olive out of his salad and popped it in his mouth. "Photographer chick I told you about."
"Oh, right." He washed his salad down with another gulp of water.
He had no idea what Stewart was talking about and he didn't care.
At that moment, he saw Tyler walk into the bar, laughing and joking with another guy.
He was about the same height as Tyler, but less stocky with brown hair cut short.
He had a long nose and squinty eyes, and his arm around Tyler's shoulder.
They both dressed in jeans and Cole Lindt jerseys.
"Calm down, stud. That's another one of Cole's mechanics and he's as straight as a board."
Davey turned and stared at his extremely perceptive and knowledgeable manager. "You sure? Abso-sure?"
Stewart grunted, "Is that like absolutely?"
"Yeah."
"Then, yes. Totally sure." Stewart shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. Davey's heart might as well have been sitting on top of his crappy salad, that's how big a deal it was to him.
He stared at Tyler, mentally willing him to look up. When he finally did and their eyes met, Tyler's eyes lit up, he smiled brighter. Davey smiled right back. He didn't know if he had enough self-control to keep himself sitting in that booth.
Tyler turned around, giving Davey his back, and ordered a drink at the bar.
His phone buzzed. Tyler had sent him a text. You looked hot as hell in your racing gear #27!
Davey smiled ear to ear, his heart leaping in his chest. Tyler turned back and looked at him over his shoulder with a sly smile of his own.
Davey tapped his fingers on the key pad, answering him. You look hot as fuck right now!
Tyler turned and looked down, obviously reading his text. He bounced up and down, the heels of his sneakers actually leaving the floor, and then slammed his shot back. He snuck another look at Davey.
Davey almost forgot about Stewart, still sitting right there watching the whole scene. "Jeez, Davey. Why don't you just go get a freakin' room at different hotel already?"
"That's not a bad idea." He looked down at his phone and typed one more text. Meet me out the back door in 3 minutes - just 2 talk.
K, was the quick response.
"Be back, or not," Davey managed, clasping Stewart's shoulder as he headed for the rear of the building.
He stepped out into the back alley behind the bar.
In two short minutes, Tyler followed him.
"Hey, Ty, over here." He nodded and walked down the alley and turned down a side street that ran between the bar and an adjacent building that housed other closed businesses.
It seemed relatively secluded, and smelled a little better than the trashy back way directly behind the club.
Tyler followed without a word, until they finally stood face to face next to the brick wall. "Hey, Davey," he finally managed.
Davey leaned in and cupped Tyler's face. His lips grazed over Tyler's jaw and up to his ear. "I'm sorry. I can't help it. I miss you."
"I miss you, too."
"If I get a hotel room, further away from the Dome, would you come stay with me? Please?" Davey backed up and peered into Tyler's eyes. He kept his hand on Tyler's face, the need to touch, overwhelming.
"Kiss me," Tyler breathed out, parting his lips.
Davey didn't hesitate. He pounced on Tyler's mouth, impaling it with his tongue, slurping and sucking. He tasted like whiskey and Coke and slightly salty, like he'd been eating peanuts or pretzels.
"Mmm," Tyler practically purred and pushed Davey back. "I was waiting for that."
Davey licked his lips. He wanted more, but he had to follow Tyler's lead. "Well?"
Tyler shrugged. "I don't have to be at the airport until like noon. If you want, I can drop my hotel key off tonight. Nothing else to do to check out." He looked up at Davey through blond lashes that fluttered against his cheek.
"God that sounds perfect." He leaned in and kissed Tyler quickly on the lips. "You taste good." He slid one hand down inside the back of the waistband of Tyler's jeans.
Tyler smiled, leaning into him.
"You feel good." He let his other hand wander up the inside of Tyler's loose jersey.
He could feel Tyler's skin warming his fingers.
He yanked at Tyler's pants, wanting more skin.
Tyler unbuttoned them, shucking them down to the tops of his thighs.
Davey slid his hand down into Tyler's briefs, and leaned in to kiss him again.
He wanted flesh on flesh. He could feel Tyler's hard-on press against him and knew his lover wanted him, too.
He moved his hand around to the front, groping at Tyler and pushing him back against the rough brick wall.
He kissed at Tyler's neck and licked into his mouth.
Tyler was breathing hard, panting. "Go, go on and get a room and text me with the address."
"You promise you'll come?" He needed Tyler, needed him now.
"Fuck yeah. I…I want you." Tyler lunged forward and kissed Davey's lips then cheeks, then tucked his nose into Davey's neck, under his jaw. "Fuck, I need you," he breathed into Davey's skin.
He pushed Tyler back. "Okay. Let's go."
"You first. I'll wait a minute." He left the words hanging in the air, but Davey knew what they meant. He didn't want anyone seeing them walk back into the bar together. He wouldn't risk it.
Davey nodded, watching silently as Tyler buttoned his jeans back.
He couldn't argue the point, so he turned and went back to the club without another word and marched straight over to his table where Stewart still sat, along with Brad.
Davey leaned in and nudged Stewart's shoulder.
"Can you take care of this for me?" he asked, indicated the other half of the salad that he didn't eat, but Stewart steadily picked at.
"You watching what you eat? And drink?" Brad asked, interrupting with a raised eyebrow. He pointed at Davey, demanding food obedience.
"Of course. And sleep. So, I'm out of here guys."
Stewart gave him a knowing look. "You flying back to New Mexico tomorrow? Does Tony know when to pick up the RV?"
"Yeah, he can pick up the RV anytime tomorrow.
" He left the reason off, winked at Stewart and took off.
He'd catch a cab when he left the restaurant to get back to the Dome and he could find a hotel room and book it, on the way.
He didn't wait to see whether Tyler came back in or not.
He shot him a text. On my way 2 RV 2 pack bag and book room.
Hang with your friends a bit and I'll text U the info.
The response came quickly. K - Can't wait.
Davey jumped in the cab with a huge smile on his face. Spending one more night with Tyler would be a perfect way to wrap up Atlanta's race.