Chapter twenty-two
Davey woke Tyler up with scrambled eggs and toast, about the only thing he could cook that wasn't on a grill. Tyler's stomach growled loudly, and he dug into the food eager to please Davey to no end. "Like?" he asked.
"Mm-hm," Tyler answered, still eating.
Davey ate and drank coffee, watching Tyler the whole time. His lover was smiling and happy. Davey was surprised at how much that meant to him. He'd give almost anything to keep Tyler here, just like that, joyful and content.
"Your bike is cool as hell," Tyler said, interrupting Davey's thoughts.
"What?"
"That from your 250 championship?" He shoved more eggs in his mouth like they might walk away if he didn't eat them fast enough.
"Yeah. Dad had it mounted."
"Cool."
Davey's face broke into a huge smile thinking about what he wanted to do with Tyler. "So, my little grease monkey, you ride too, or just work on 'em?" he asked.
Tyler's green eyes lit up. He took a sip of coffee and swallowed his mouthful. "Fuck yeah, I ride. You can't be good with a wrench without knowing the feel, the sound. Not like I'm skilled like you, though, or I'd be out there."
"'S'alright. I get it. I like that attitude, Ty. Hell, I like you."
"So, we're riding today?" His eyes grew big with wonder like seeing Santa Claus for the first time.
"Yeah, we're riding. I have my own track and several bikes. A couple of boss 450 Kawasaki's."
Tyler smiled wide. "I like you, too. A lot." Those words meant the world to Davey. His heart stuttered and begged to hear more.
After breakfast, they geared up and loaded two bikes in the truck. Tyler looked them both over thoroughly before helping to get them up on the truck. Davey had extra sizes of shirts, pants, pads, and boots. It didn't take too long to find what fit. "How come you have all these?" Tyler asked.
Davey shrugged. "I have cousins and shit that always come out. A lot of it is stuff I outgrew or whatever. Some was my dad's. It's been convenient to keep. My dad started it." It was impossible to overlook all of the reminders of his father in the house. After all, he'd built the thing.
"You miss your dad a lot?"
"Yeah."
Tyler nodded. "My mom is still around, but we don't talk a lot. She's got a new boyfriend. It's sort of weird."
"They know you're gay?"
Tyler smiled demurely. "Yep. Man! Everyone freaking knows I'm gay outside of Supercross. It's kinda hard to hide it, especially from the ones close to you. Ha! My mom knew before I did even."
"I, uh, don't know what that's like. I shoved my attractions away just as much as everything else.
I guess, I've always been around guys, you know.
At the track, racing. It's been my whole life.
I wouldn't even know what to do with a girl.
But, my dad? If he knew, he didn't say anything and neither did I. "
Tyler grabbed a helmet and tried it on. "No one knows then? That you're gay?"
"How's that fit?" he asked about the helmet, and Tyler gave him a thumbs-up and took it off. "Well, my manager knows. Stewart. That's it and that's recent." He winked at Tyler, helping him with the rest of his equipment.
"It's kind of bizarre, like a parallel world. At home everyone knows, at the track no one does and I don't want anyone to know. You, though, no one knows anywhere, but you don't seem to care either way."
It was Davey's turn to shrug. "I don't think it's that I don't care, but until you, I haven't given it much thought. I haven't had room for anything else."
"Seems kinda sad."
"Whatever. I'm not sad that you're here. Let's go!"
They loaded up and drove out through Davey's property to the track. "Dad had the track built for me years ago. I have a tractor to work on it, but Princeton sends people out to change it up for me, too."
"That's too freakin' cool."
"Yeah, but they haven't been out in a while and I have no idea what the track's like.
I haven't even been out here in a week. Let's walk it first." He wanted to make sure Tyler knew the track before they got out and opened up on it.
Tyler was right about not being in his league as far as riding.
There was no way someone that rode so little would be anywhere near the level of the number two Supercross 450 racer in the world.
That wasn't ego, it was just truth. But, he didn't want Tyler to feel uncomfortable about it either.
Walking the track was the best way to go.
He pointed out all the dips, ruts, turns, whoops, and jumps to Tyler, just as if he would be getting ready for a race himself.
Tyler seemed to appreciate it, but was also anxious to get on the bikes.
Davey could see it in his eyes, and he could relate.
He knew firsthand what it felt like to have that powerful 450 between his legs.
There was nothing in the world he loved more than flying on his bike.
If there was anything, it was Tyler. "You ready? "
"Let's do this." Tyler laughed as he pulled the helmet on, then strapped on his goggles.
They took off on the dirt bikes. Davey kept it dialed down a notch on the first lap just to see how Tyler handled everything, but Tyler did well. He pounded through the whoops and got decent air over some of the jumps, so Davey kicked it up a notch, quickly pulling ahead of him.
The second lap was fun, and when he launched into the air over the biggest jump, he looked back to see where Tyler was.
Davey was surprised to see his lover not too far behind, but when they circled around to the whoops again, Tyler struggled with the twelve consecutive mounds of hard packed dirt.
They were enough to test the most skilled and practiced riders.
He didn't think Tyler would last, but he kept going, taking it slower.
It would take a lot of thigh and shoulder muscles to power through that part of the track.
They didn't look like much from a distance, but the shoulder-high mounds were the most physically intense part of the track.
Davey rounded the next corner, dirt flying as he dug into the rut.
He dialed his speed back. He could take the next jump in a triple if he kept on the speed, but he wanted Tyler to catch up more.
He loped over the jumps, barely getting air.
Taking each one singly was tougher on his thighs and lower back, but at least it provided a good workout.
Then he was over the whoops section again.
Davey let loose, barreling through, trying to get through them with some speed.
Halfway through the section, he turned around just in time to see Tyler go down.
He flipped his bike around, the rear tire making a donut in the dirt and spraying sand everywhere. He raced back to where Tyler fell. He killed his bike, dropping it to the ground, and practically leaped over it to get to Tyler. "Fuck, Ty! You all right?"
"Sure, I'm good," he said, wincing a bit, contrary to his words and not reassuring Davey at all.
"What happened?"
Tyler laughed a little. "Got distracted watching your cute ass."
"Not funny."
"Help me get this off." Tyler pulled at his goggles and helmet and Davey helped him, then pulled his own off.
"Seriously? Are you hurt?"
Tyler sat up, staring intently at him. His eyes were a brilliant green that splashed with golden flecks in the hot sun. "My thighs kind of just gave out."
"You okay?"
"Yep. Davey?"
Davey wasn't sure about Tyler's professed lack of injuries. His gloved fingers trailed down his shoulders and arms, as if searching for anything hurt. "Yeah," he answered.
"How are you so damn sexy in your gear? You're fucking covered head to toe and still so damn, ugh!"
Davey smiled. Tyler must not be too hurt, looking up at him with lust in his eyes. Tyler surged forward, grabbing on to the back of Davey's thighs, startling Davey, but he went with it and let Tyler pull him closer.
Tyler tugged on Davey's pants. "I want to fucking blow you right here."
Davey planted his feet on either side of Tyler and let Tyler yank his pants down his thighs. Tyler reached in and pulled his cock out of his jock strap with one hand and slid his palm over Davey's ass with the other. "Fuck me!" Davey called out as Tyler did just what he promised.
His lips sank down slowly over Davey's cock, and pulled back.
His cheeks hollowed out as Davey watched.
He could feel Tyler's tongue flicking over his cock as he sucked.
He watched his lover, done up in his own racing gear, right next to two 450 dirt bikes, in the middle of the track.
The two elements of racing and sex combined had Davey's dick positively thrumming.
His balls ached and pulled in. He knew he wasn't going to last long.
He had a quick vision of fucking Tyler on one of the bikes, and that was it.
He came hard in his lover's mouth, barking Tyler's name.
When he finally stopped shaking and pulled back, Tyler grinned up at him and licked his lips like he'd just ate some delicious treat. Davey's heart did a flip. "God, I love you, Ty," he said before he even had a chance to think about it.
Tyler's smile dropped into a bewildered frown.
"Shit. Sorry, too soon. Don't say anything." Davey pushed his dick back into his jock strap, and pulled his pants up. He didn't want to scare Tyler off already. Why had he opened his big mouth? He turned to walk back to his bike.
"No, Davey! Wait."
Davey turned to face his lover, who scrambled up after him and yanked off his riding gloves. "It's okay, Ty. Really. I don't want that to mess up anything. Forget I said anything."
"You're not messing up anything." He grabbed Davey's jaw with his one bared hand, fingers trailing lightly across the stubble lining his face. "Really. Not anything, okay. I love you, too." He leaned in and licked across Davey's lips. "I so fucking love you, too, Davey."
Tyler's words had his heart doing jumping jacks and his stomach flipping, as if he'd just pounded over a triple jump and landed it perfectly.
"Let's go home," he said, but pulled Tyler in for a passionate kiss that lingered long and slow with tongues rubbing against each other and breaths shared.
Davey tasted the saltiness of his own cum still remaining in Tyler's mouth.
How had he ever lived without Tyler in his life?
When they finally broke away, they worked together to get the bikes back to the truck and loaded up. They both wanted to get back to the house as quickly as possible and it showed in their movements and their quiet togetherness.