Chapter nineteen
Last race - Las Vegas.
Wednesday morning.
Tyler had seen his lover on FaceTime all week, but he still missed him, missed being with him.
Tyler had been surprised to find an iPhone in his mailbox right after the Indianapolis race.
Davey had invested in phones for both of them as soon as he realized how easy it would be to see Tyler at any time.
It amped up the phone sex sessions for sure.
Watching Davey stroke that long cock of his turned Tyler inside out but it was nothing compared to the real thing.
Tyler couldn't wait to get his hands and mouth on his lover after almost four days apart with nothing but FaceTime.
Their relationship had escalated to another level. They talked more than they jacked off, getting to know each other much better. They didn't let even one day pass without speaking, and each conversation had Tyler falling head over heels for his racer!
Davey made him feel like a teenager again after four years on his own.
Tyler spent a lot of time mooning over his lover and sketching his bike from every possible angle.
He wished they had more time together but he was still terrified they would get busted and he'd lose everything.
Tyler didn't think Davey completely understood that.
Getting busted would be just as bad for both of them for the most part, but Davey's situation was a little different.
He had his family fortune to fall back on. Tyler had nothing.
He signed for his rental car and plugged the hotel address into his GPS.
Twenty minutes later he pulled in to the parking lot and texted Davey to let him know he had arrived.
Davey had the later flight, so Tyler had to wait for him to get there and check in.
It wouldn't be a long wait, but it would give Tyler a few minutes to think about Davey and what they were doing.
He pulled out his sketch pad, doodling mindlessly as he thought.
Davey had asked Tyler to visit him after the race several more times, but Tyler never felt pressured.
He wanted to take Davey up on his offer and see what it would be like to spend two uninterrupted weeks with his lover, but the thought also scared him to death.
He hated being so conflicted. Janie had told him to accept, but to book an open-ended plane ticket.
That way if things weren't working out, he could just leave.
The scarier thought for Tyler was that he would love it.
The what if's on that thought flowed outrageously through his conflicted brain.
What if he loved it so much and fell in love with Davey and then Davey sent him packing?
That was probably the most extreme case.
Though unlikely, he still had to consider the possibility, knowing it would leave Tyler with a wounded heart.
What if Tyler liked staying with Davey and didn't want to leave?
What if Davey asked him to stay longer? What if Davey asked him to move in?
His chest started tightening and stomach acid rolled up his throat.
Tyler had to beat back his fears. He couldn't let himself panic. He concentrated on his drawing for a moment.
Ultimately, he wouldn't know any of the answers to his what-if scenarios if he didn't go for it.
He could drive himself crazy sitting around thinking about it forever, but then he'd never know for sure.
Not wanting to regret anything in his life, Tyler resigned himself to accepting Davey's offer, and enjoying the time they had left for the afternoon and evening.
His thoughts turned again to putting his hands and mouth on his lover.
Davey's long lean body just did it for him.
He wanted to lick his way down the tattoo that danced down his spine, and lick between his ass cheeks.
His cock throbbed against his jeans in response to his thoughts.
He rubbed himself through his pants and closed his eyes, holding his sketchpad against his chest.
He wanted to be inside his lover again, the one thing they hadn't gotten back to, since his previous freak-out.
Maybe he could revisit that after he told Davey he'd come to The Ranch.
Maybe that would be enough to make Davey secure enough to let Tyler top him again.
Or maybe they'd flip once they were at The Ranch.
He didn't blame Davey for being skittish about it after the way he'd run out on him the last time.
Tyler had let his fears push Davey away.
Ultimately, Tyler couldn't let those fears take this relationship away from him.
He loved his career, but he had to consider that he may love Davey more.
A tap at his windshield made him jump up. Davey stood outside the car, peering in the window. "What're you doin', Ty?" Davey asked as Tyler opened the door.
He got out of the car, dropping the sketchpad on the seat and pulled Davey into a tight embrace, grinding his pelvis into Davey's. "Thinking about you, lover," he moaned into Davey's ear.
"Then, let's get to the room."
Tyler grabbed his bag and sketch pad out of the car and followed Davey up to the room. Once inside, Davey pinned Tyler up against the back of the door. "I'm so glad you're here."
"Me too."
Davey pulled back and tapped at the sketch pad that Tyler still held. "What's that you're drawing?"
"Uh, cam shaft." He shoved the pad into his bag without showing Davey. He glanced at Davey's confused look. "It's nothing. Listen, I have to tell you something," he said, ready to change the subject.
Davey released him and backed up, fear in his eyes.
Tyler had to spit it out fast, not wanting Davey to worry at all. "I decided to take you up on your offer. I'll do it. Visit you at your house."
Davey hooted and wrapped his arms around Tyler's waist and spun, picking him up off his feet. "Let's celebrate then." He kissed Tyler hard. Tyler loved the taste and feel of his man. The urgency of needing Davey, his lover, rushed over him full throttle.
Tyler rested his head on Davey's chest feeling Davey's heartbeat thumping against his ear and listening to his lover's slow steady breaths.
Davey's arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders and back, warm flesh pressed against his own.
The dark hotel room made Tyler feel like they were wrapped together in a cocoon of love, or maybe he was just turning sappy.
Nuzzling into Davey's skin, Tyler wondered what it would be like at The Ranch with Davey.
His heart rapidly dove deeper and deeper into this relationship.
If they weren't in Supercross, Tyler would have no problem throwing himself into Davey without fear and no looking back or doubting himself.
If Davey lived in his apartment complex and wasn't Davey McAllister, Supercross Superstar, they could be a real couple.
Tyler tried not to let that fantasy grow; it wasn't likely to happen.
Davey was that Superstar and his own job was in a homophobic industry.
While he wished it wasn't, he still couldn't give it up.
He'd pushed and clawed to get this far in his career.
It was practically unheard of for a mechanic to be on a 450 bike crew at his age.
He lived and breathed bikes and so did Davey.
How ironic that the love of their lives would keep them apart.
Tyler had so little time with his lover, he wanted to spend it loving Davey, not worrying over what he couldn't have with the man.
He kissed Davey's chest, not wanting to fall asleep and miss any of this intimacy between them.
He shifted, trying to get as close as possible.
Despite his initial fidgeting and determination, Tyler settled comfortably against Davey's side and fell asleep, peacefully.