Chapter twenty
Still irritated at doing so poorly in Las Vegas, Davey paced the airport lobby, waiting for Tyler's plane to land.
In that final race, Davey ended up crashing and coming in at a miserable eighteenth place, thanks to that stupid rookie that plowed into him.
It cost him the championship. He finished second in points.
He couldn't help feel pissy after all his hard work, but he still wanted to make Tyler's stay as fun as possible for both of them, so he swallowed down his disappointment in his Supercross career and committed himself to thinking of nothing but Tyler for the next two weeks.
He had a lot to do over the off-season, but the first two weeks were all Tyler's.
Once his flight landed, Davey would not let himself think about Las Vegas again until his training started.
It had only been three days since he'd seen Tyler, but it felt like so much longer.
After the race, Davey had been in a low mood.
Tyler had been wonderful, doing everything to make him feel better.
He'd ordered food, bought a bottle of wine, made him soak in the Jacuzzi tub, and then Tyler gave him a back massage that ended with Tyler's mouth all over his body, including his cock.
It'd been one of the best blow jobs he'd ever received.
He wanted to make the next few weeks just as special for Tyler.
He couldn't wait for Tyler to get there and he checked the flight board for the twentieth time in the past thirty minutes.
The flight was on time and due to land any minute.
Davey's stomach flipped over, worse than it did on any of the jumps he made on his bike.
He laughed at how nervous he was about the visit.
He wanted things to go well. Tyler had swept into his life like a whirlwind, wrapping Davey up in their relationship so tightly, he never wanted to go back to being without Tyler.
How it had all started had been amazing and crazy, but it hardly mattered.
Davey cared more about their future than their past and he wanted to spend every minute of that future with Tyler.
He walked back and forth in front of the terminal.
Four Corners was a rinky-dink airport over a hundred miles north of The Ranch, but it was the closest place Tyler could fly into.
They were just lucky Tyler could easily fly from Denver because that was about the only flight Four Corners had.
They'd still have to drive almost two hours to get to The Ranch, as it was.
Davey wondered how he was going to keep his hands off of his lover that long.
He wanted Tyler, desperately. Every time they got together, the first hour was a mad dash to touch, kiss, and love each other as much as humanly possible.
Davey wanted his hands and lips to memorize every inch of Tyler's body, an impossible task, but he could absolutely not stop trying.
When he checked the flight board yet again, he almost jumped up and down when he saw the "on time" had flipped to "arrived.
" He hurried over to the gate. The anticipation built up in his chest, threatening to bubble over and up his throat, as he held back a shout.
His heart pinged off his rib cage in multiple directions and his lungs heaved, desperately trying to catch up. Then he saw that blond hair.
He dashed up to his lover, enveloping him. He wanted to wrap him up and hold on to Tyler forever. He leaned down and planted a quick kiss on his lips. Tyler pushed him away.
His throat constricted, but Davey managed to blurt out, "Hey, Ty."
"Hey!" Tyler's green eyes sparkled with excitement and something else. Fear?
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just. Just don't want to take chances." Tyler looked around the airport, and Davey followed the direction of his searching eyes. No one paid any attention to them.
"Uh, nobody knows who we are here. They have no idea, and they don't care."
"Still." Tyler looked down at the worn airport carpeting. "If this gets out, I just don't want it to be because of me."
"It's not. It won't." Davey gave up. He wasn't going to convince Tyler and he shouldn't have to, but it wasn't the most important thing, either. "Come on. Let's get your bags and get out of here." He'd rather maul his lover in private anyway.
It only took a minute to get to the baggage ramp and there probably hadn't been fifty people on the flight, but the wait for Tyler's luggage seemed incredibly long. When they had the two duffels, each carrying one bag, they headed out to the short-term parking and loaded up in Davey's truck.
"How far is it?" Tyler asked.
Davey groaned. "Two hours, give or take."
"Damn."
"I want you so bad, Tyler."
"Maybe we can stop somewhere?" When Tyler asked, his voice so seductive, Davey had to stare at him. His rounded cheek bones framing his gorgeous eyes and cute stubby nose, and those kissable, fuckable lips. He wanted them on him, on his cock, right then.
"Maybe," he managed to answer, his mouth suddenly dry. He figured he'd end up humping Tyler in the foyer as soon as they stepped through the front door, just because he'd be unable to hold out any longer. "Come here."
Tyler slid across the seat until he sat as close as he could and not interfere with the stick shift. Davey ran his hand up Tyler's thigh and skimmed across the bulge in the front of his jeans. He knew Tyler had the same problem. "I have to touch you," Davey said.
Surprisingly, Tyler unbuttoned his pants and pulled his dick to the front so the tip of the head stuck out the top of his briefs.
Davey shoved his hand down, capturing his cock and squeezing tightly.
Then, he pulled his hand back out to shift gears again.
"When we get out to 491, I'm going to keep my hand there. "
"Good."
A little while later, Davey turned down the divided highway heading toward Gallup, New Mexico.
The midday sun glared blindingly across the windshield and made waving mirages in the road ahead, but no other traffic on the road could be seen either way for miles.
Feeling confident and dangerous, Davey plunged his hand down the front of Tyler's pants.
He needed to feel the silky flesh of his lover's cock.
Without looking, he rubbed his thumb across the tip, gently sliding across the slit.
"God, Davey." The words came out between panting breaths. Davey loved that he affected Tyler that way.
"More?" he asked.
"Yes," Tyler panted.
Davey stroked the length of Tyler's cock, shoving his hand deeper into his pants. "I want you in my mouth, Tyler. Want to lick you and suck you."
Tyler lifted his hips off the seat, making strangled noises as he shifted around.
He shoved his pants farther down to give Davey more access.
When he sat back down, Davey sped up his strokes, caressing him and fondling his balls until he had Tyler moaning with pleasure and bucking into his hand.
He rubbed faster, concentrating on the tip.
Tyler reached down below his hand, gripping the bottom of his cock.
Together they jerked until Tyler called out Davey's name and came all over his hands.
"There's paper towels in the glove compartment."
Tyler reached in and handed some to Davey and used the rest to clean up his stomach.
"Come here," Davey said. Tyler slid over sideways and cuddled under Davey's arm. He was just where Davey wanted him, at least in that moment. "I'm so glad you're here."