Chapter twenty-five
Davey spent almost twenty minutes on the treadmill while his mind thought of nothing but that sexy mechanic he had sleeping naked in his bed.
His hard cock bobbing up and down made it very difficult to run.
Finally, he gave up and moved to his upper body circuit machines.
He started with the Lat Pull-down, taking long easy strokes.
He loved working out in his own gym because he didn't have to worry about anyone coming in and changing his settings, so he could get right to it.
Ignoring his hard-on, he took his time with each pull-down, trying to concentrate on the muscles of his shoulders and back.
After going through a complete upper body circuit, Davey decided he'd had enough.
He could swim some laps later, but he would need to fuck his lover for about an hour straight first, based on how hard his dick was.
He headed back to his bedroom, planning on waking Tyler up with his hard cock, but Tyler waited for him in the living room. "Hey baby."
"Davey, good morning." Tyler's face lit up when he saw Davey walk up, wearing nothing but his gym shorts, socks and sneakers. "Fuck, your legs are long."
Davey gave his lover a little smirk, then pulled him up in his arms. "I want to make love to you before breakfast."
"How about a shower first? You're all sweaty." His nose crinkled up in a playfully teasing grimace.
"Does that bother you?"
Tyler laughed. Davey tried to imprint the lovely sound into his memory. "No, it's sexy as hell. See?" He humped his hard cock into Davey's thigh.
"God, you sexy thing. Come on." He had to have his lover.
They dashed for the shower. Davey slicked his cock up with baby oil and pushed Tyler's hands up against the wall. He slid in without a condom for the first time, and the silky feel of the oil along Tyler's channel had his balls pulling up tight and tingly. He held still for a very long moment.
"Davey?"
A strangled sound came out of his mouth. "Yeah, you feel too good." Once he finally calmed down, he made love to Tyler with hard, furious pounding. Tyler shot off his load against the shower wall without Davey even stroking his cock.
"Fuck, fuck," Tyler growled as he came. His ass tightened so hard, it pushed Davey over his limit, right behind him. He gripped Tyler's hips harder and came with white lightning flashing behind his eyes.
When he finally pulled out, he braced himself against the shower wall with one hand, and let the other stroke down Tyler's ass and thigh.
He immediately missed the intimate skin on skin connection of being inside his lover.
Cum trickled down the inside of Tyler's thigh, looking so sexy.
It felt like a mark of ownership, a claiming.
How many ways could he claim this man? He wanted them all.
He wanted to ask Tyler not to leave him ever, to move in with him, live with him.
Yet, he was terrified that Tyler would freak out and run off.
He didn't want to scare his lover away, especially after Tyler had asked him to meet his family, just last night.
Tyler turned around and slid into Davey's arms. His wet hair looked darker than normal and water dripped down his pert face. He kissed the top of Tyler's head. "I love you, Ty."
"Mmm. Love you, too."
After their shower, they made love again and then headed out to the pool. Davey brought a tray of fruit and yogurt out and they ate and played in the water.
"So, how was your workout?" Tyler laughed, splashing Davey.
Davey grabbed his arms and pulled him up close. Tyler's green eyes glittered lightheartedly. "It sucked," Davey grumbled.
"Why?"
"Couldn't stop thinking about you. Hard to run popping an erection the size of the empire state building."
"Good." Tyler pulled away and splashed him again and Davey was after him. They wrestled and played in the water. Then they raced, swimming laps across the pool. After a few hours, hunger set in again, and they went in to make a salad.
Davey grilled chicken breasts in his George Forman griller and Tyler cut up veggies and tossed them in a bowl. They were just about to sit down and eat, when the doorbell rang. Tyler's eyes grew wide in panic.
"Relax," Davey said. "It's Stewart. No one else has the gate code." He could see Tyler holding his breath, and looking like he wanted to dart off. "He already knows about us, Ty," he said, trying to be reassuring, as he headed toward the door.
As suspected, it was Stewart. He leaned in and gave Davey a one armed hug and a strong pat on the shoulder. "Just wanted to come check on you, man."
"We're just about to eat lunch. Join us?" Davey asked, walking Stewart into the dining room
Stewart stared at Tyler hard. Poor Tyler's lips pursed together so hard they turned white. His eyes were huge, green saucers. He was terrified. "So, this is why the two weeks off?" Stewart glared, accusingly.
"Yeah. So?" Davey asked.
Stewart gave Tyler another hard look.
"Knock it off, Stew. If you can't deal with it, leave."
Stewart pulled out a chair and sat down. "Let's eat."
Davey had never known the man to turn down a meal for anything. He rolled his eyes and served up salad and chicken to all three of them. He glanced over at Stewart, who was forking through the lettuce.
"Why are you really here?" Davey asked.
"You know me too well, Davey." He stabbed a huge piece of chicken and a tomato and popped it in his mouth.
Tyler ate quietly, barely looking up from his plate. Davey hated that Stewart made his lover uncomfortable. He could see the stress in Tyler's tight jaw and forehead. "Yeah. So?" He needed Stewart to get to the point fast.
"Remember Angel?"
"No."
"The photographer?" Tyler asked.
"Uh, yes." Stewart's gaze landed on Tyler again, and Davey hated how it made Tyler squirm. "I'd like her to come here and do a photo shoot."
"No." Davey would not let the sanctity of his private home be invaded with a camera crew.
"It won't kill you."
Tyler spoke up. "Maybe she could do some shots down at your track?"
Stewart shook his head. "No, we want something more personal. We want to show your fans a little more human side of you. There's almost never any photos of you that aren't at the track, in your gear."
"So?"
"So, Chad freaking Regal proposed to his girlfriend after he stole your race." Stewart pointed the tines of the fork at him. "He's all personal."
"I'm not playing nice for the cameras. Tyler is my personal life, and I'm not sharing that."
"You better the hell not share that." To his credit, Stewart didn't raise his voice, but Davey could still hear his frustration. He had to get this conversation on a different track before Tyler bolted.
"Look. Have her come to the training camp in Jacksonville."
Tyler looked up so fast, his head practically snapped. "What camp in Jacksonville?"
"I'm doing this intense training thing. Brad got me in. It's in a few weeks. Angel can come then and take pictures of them hooking up all those machines to me. Fans will dig that."
Stewart cocked his head to the side, thinking about it.
Tyler asked, "What kind of machines?" His eyes looked worried, concerned. It made Davey smile.
"Checking heart rate and breathing and stuff, very high tech."
"Cool," Tyler muttered, then dug back into his salad.
"Fine, okay. I'll let Angel know."
"Stewart? How come your face lights up every time you say her name?" Davey asked.
"Fuck you."
"You like her!" Davey teased.
Tyler laughed. "She's hot in her own way, and very nice."
Stewart shot another dark look at Davey's lover. "How do you know?"
"She approached me, asking about Davey. Uh, in Atlanta."
Stewart stood up. He looked panicked."What did you tell her?"
Davey sighed. He didn't need this crap.
"I told her she was out of her mind, and I left. Don't worry. I'm not going to be what outs Davey. I'm not outing myself. But, your girlfriend was a bit persistent and overly observant."
"She won't out you, Davey." Stewart now looked contrite. At least he sat back down.
Davey stared at Tyler, who avoided eye contact with either of them. He needed to change the subject. "Ty? Why don't we get together in Florida before the training? For like a couple days? Hell, I have a condo in Clearwater. It'll be fun."
"Whatever you want, Davey," he answered without looking up.
Stewart mumbled something under his breath, and Davey decided this lunch had about come to an end. "Yeah, that'll be cool. Then, Christmas at your mom's house. The rest of the time, I'll be in strict training until the season starts. So, I want as much time with you as I can get. Please?"
Tyler answered, "I said sure."
"Christmas at his parent's house?" Stewart asked at the same time. "This isn't just some fling, is it? You're serious?"
"No. Not some fling," Davey answered. "Maybe it started out that way, but I don't even think that's true.
This is something serious, so deal with it.
" He stared Stewart down. Once again, he had to remind himself that Stewart worked for his main sponsor, not him, and even though he considered Stewart a friend, there were limits. "Is that going to be a problem?"
Stewart wiped his face with a napkin and set it on the table, staring at Tyler the entire time.
"I'd appreciate it if you'd stop making Tyler feel uncomfortable." Davey was over it.
"He's not. I'm fine," Tyler said, but Davey knew better.
"Hey," Stewart said, leaning back in his chair.
"Okay. Sorry. Listen. I see you two are a lot more serious than I thought.
I'm just concerned. You know? That's sort of my job.
This needs to stay under wraps or in the closet or whatever you want to call it.
The media would tear you up if they knew and so would the other racers and your sponsors.
I know you're a rich kid, but not that rich. "
"Not yet," Davey said, scowling at his manager.
They both knew that he wouldn't get access to the bulk of his father's fortune until he turned thirty.
He'd need sponsors at least until then. He might have enough to partially sponsor a team, if it came to it, but it wasn't nearly enough for what was needed to get through even one season.
The costs of running a successful Supercross team tended to be outrageous.
Tyler cut a quick look at Davey. He wondered how much his lover knew about his wealth and how much he cared. The press certainly leaked what they could find out whenever they got the chance, but he'd never kept up with it.
"Look," Tyler said. "I'm not going to jeopardize either of our careers. So, unless it's totally private, like this, it's not happening. Okay?"
Stewart nodded. The conversation ended, and Davey was simply relieved they managed to all come to some kind of truce.