Chapter twenty-seven
On Tyler's last day at The Ranch, Davey had woke him up with a morning woody, and thoroughly fucked him before heading down to his gym.
The two weeks they spent together had been fabulous.
They rode bikes, swam, and Tyler joined Davey in his gym a few times.
They ate good food, much healthier than Tyler was used to, and he felt great, physically.
Lying alone in Davey's bed on this final day had him feeling down, melancholy, as his mother would say.
His mother tended to be old-fashioned. She didn't like to hear about Tyler's dates and being gay, but he also knew she loved him and she would absolutely love Davey.
She seemed to be loosening up since she had started dating this new guy, anyway.
That couldn't be a bad thing and Tyler couldn't wait to bring Davey home for Christmas.
He loved that he wouldn't be letting his lover be alone during the holidays, as well.
He just didn't want to leave him alone now.
He wanted to stay longer, but they both knew nothing good would come from thinking like that.
The morning sun lit up the room, and some kind of jay clicked and cawed outside the window, keeping him from going back to sleep.
Tyler forced himself out of the Davey-scented bed, wishing he could take Davey's pillow home with him.
He pulled on his shorts and Davey's Silver Surfer T-shirt.
It smelled like Davey all warm and woodsy.
It fit a bit tight across Tyler's shoulders, but he didn't care.
He wanted to keep as much closeness to Davey as he could.
Puttering around in Davey's kitchen, he decided to make pancakes.
It wouldn't kill Davey to have one last treat before he left.
Besides, Tyler didn't cook much, and he wanted to make breakfast for his lover once before he had to go.
He whipped up a batch and cut up the last of the fresh melons and strawberries.
Along with piping hot coffee, his meal was ready at almost the exact time Davey came in from the hall that lead to his gym.
"Holy shit. Pancakes?" he asked, eyes lighting up and making Tyler wish he could see that look on his face every day for the rest of his life.
"Yep," Tyler answered, handing Davey a cup of coffee, just the way he liked it with a small dab of half and half. "Wanted to do something for you." He swallowed back the rest of his thoughts; he didn't want to say he was leaving. They both knew it.
"Thanks. Let me wash my face." Davey's eyes traveled all over Tyler, and he wondered what Davey thought about it all.
Davey scarfed down breakfast, devouring both the pancakes and the fruit.
He even indulged in a second cup of coffee.
"I'll clean up later," he said when they were done.
Tyler knew Davey meant after Tyler left.
Neither of them wanted to waste their last minutes together with dishes.
Davey laced his fingers through Tyler's hand and led him to the living room. "Thank you."
"For what? Pancakes were nothing."
"That and everything. For trusting me, loving me. I…I don't want you to go."
Tyler leaned in and kissed him. "I don't want to go. But, it's not a good idea for me to stay."
Davey's bottom lip poked out, adorably. Normally Tyler was the one that pouted, not Davey. "Why?"
"We've been over this. Let's, don't." Tyler leaned in for another kiss.
He didn't want to spend their last day arguing.
"I've had a lot of fun. I loved riding with you.
I loved working on your bikes and I love making love with you.
" His last words pulled Davey even closer.
Their lips and tongues locked, hands roamed each other's bodies, as if they'd never be allowed to touch again.
"Damn. I can't get enough of you. Ever." Davey pulled Tyler's shorts down and then his own.
A bottle of KY was still on the coffee table from earlier that week, and he grabbed it, spilling it onto his fingers.
Tyler knew they were going to make love right there in the living room, in front of the fireplace, in front of Davey's mounted 250 bike, in the center of Davey's world.
He wished it never had to end. He loved the routine they had fallen into and he agreed with Davey. He only wanted more.
He let Davey take him over the back of the couch.
He tried to memorize the feel of his lover inside him to remember after they parted, even knowing it would be imperfect.
Every stroke of Davey's cock inside him rubbed against his prostate, bringing him to the edge of his orgasm much quicker than he wanted.
Yet, it felt so good like a blissful slice of heaven.
When Davey finally reached around his hip to grab Tyler's cock, it only took the slightest tug to set him off.
He came all over the back of the couch, leaving one more mess for Davey to clean up later.
The two-hour drive back to the airport felt like ten hours, but not a good ten hours.
Davey drove quietly. Tyler kept his hand on Davey's thigh, and just let him be quiet.
He knew how Davey felt; it was just as hard for him, but he didn't think Davey understood that.
Tyler had been the one to put on the breaks throughout their entire relationship even though he'd never been in that situation before.
Normally, Tyler's relationships ended because he wasn't in town long enough, following Supercross from coast to coast half the year.
He searched for the words to make things better, but he could only think of three. He took a deep breath. "Davey. I love you. I really love you."
Davey didn't answer him for a long while. "Baby, I just." Davey bumped his fist against the steering wheel.
"I know, Davey. But, this isn't over. It's only beginning. It's only a month until Clearwater, right?"
"Yeah."
"So, stop pouting." He heard Davey snort, and he had to smile. Damn, he loved that man. "I love you."
This time Davey answered right away. "I love you too, baby."
Tyler spent the next week piddling around the house and trying to ignore Janie.
She was elated about this new guy she was dating.
She squealed like the girl she was every time the man called her.
She went out with him a lot, but Tyler turned her down every time she asked him to join them.
He wasn't up to watching them together when Davey was so far away.
It would only pour more heartache on his misery.
The only time he was happy was when he was FaceTiming with Davey, and that wasn't enough.
His trainers kept Davey on a tight schedule, working out and getting real practice in on the track. Brad had joined him at the Ranch and his sponsor, Princeton, had sent folks out to work on his track and on his bike.
Tyler was extremely jealous. He wanted to be there. He wanted to talk to Davey whenever he felt like it, not just at the end of the day when he was finally alone. On the other hand, he was happy that Davey wasn't moping around in that big house by himself.
Tyler was also bored. He flung himself on his bed and stared at the sketch he'd been messing with. He'd been using red and blue colored pencils on this depiction of Davey's bike, and he eyed the effects carefully.
Janie pounded on his door. "Get out here, Ty!" She sounded pissed.
"What the fuck?" he snarled as he jerked his bedroom door open.
"I've had enough of this," she whined at him.
"What?"
"It's two in the afternoon. All you've done all day is mope." She stabbed his chest with her finger.
He wanted to tell her to fuck off but knew she was right. He looked down at the carpeted floor. "So," he sounded petulant, even to his own ears.
"Go out there and see him." She grabbed his face, turning it up to face her. "I mean it. This is bonkers."
"I can't. He has company. Brad and others from Princeton."
"When do they leave?"
"They all should be gone by the weekend, except Brad."
"So, book a flight for Saturday."
Tyler sighed deeply. He'd love nothing more than to go surprise his lover, but if the Princeton crew were still there when he showed up, it would be bad. "Let me see what I can do." How could he get the information he needed without letting Davey know about it?
He dug though his stuff and found Angel's phone number. If she was dating Stewart like it seemed, she'd know the schedule. Hell, she might know it even if they weren't dating. He took the chance and tapped her number into his phone. She answered on the third ring. "Angel."
"Hi, Angel, uh, this is Tyler Whitmore. We met once."
"Yes, of course. I know who you are." Her voice was sharp and to the point. He wouldn't be able to bullshit around to get his answers from her. She'd know it.
He took a breath, ready to just dive right in. "Okay. I have a favor to ask. Just a small one."
"What?"
"Do you know what Davey's schedule is?"
The silence on the other end of the phone had him squirming. He was about to call her name, when she spoke up. "Don't you?" It didn't sound accusatory, only curious.
"Yes and no. See, uh, I know he has folks from Princeton out there now, but I don't know for sure when they are leaving and who will be left there."
"Why?"
"What?"
"Why do you want to know? Look, Tyler, I'm duty bound to protect Davey, and I don't know enough about you to do that. Stewart told me you were out there at The Ranch, but I don't know if you broke up or something."
"Fuu-shhh-damn. No! Don't even talk like that. I just want to go out there and surprise him. Either this weekend or next week, but I don't want to screw up and get there when other people, especially Princeton people, are still around."
"Okay. Okay, Tyler. I get it." She sounded happy.
"Are you dating Stewart Jessop?" He blurted the words out before he even realized what he'd said. "Sorry, none of my business."
"Are you dating Davey McAllister?"
"Yes. You know I am."
"Yes, I do, but it's nice to hear you admit it. I like Davey. He's a good kid, and despite being on top of the Supercross world and having a millionaire daddy, he's had a hard life. A lonely life. I'd like to see him get some happy."
"Me too."
"Okay. I'll give you what you want, if you'll answer one more question honestly."
He almost told her to forget it. He didn't want to play truth or dare with her, but he felt he could trust her, and now that he had decided to go through with it, he desperately wanted Davey's schedule.
She seemed genuinely concerned about Davey, and that went a long way with him. "Fine," he muttered. "What?"
"Do you love him? Are you in love? Could you see yourself being in love?"
Tyler laughed. Such an easy question. "Yes. I totally love him."
She squealed, sounding a lot like Janie.
"Okay. Don't go Saturday. They'll still be heading out, packing gear up and shit.
Sunday is okay, but Monday is better. Matter of fact, if you make it a little later on Monday, Brad will be gone, too.
He'll be alone until Thursday. Brad's back on Thursday. Okay?"
"Got it! And Angel?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"You're welcome, sweet boy!"
He felt a lot better having Angel as an ally. She could have caused trouble, but she seemed to truly care, and he needed that. Davey needed that. He smiled, happy for the first time all day. He flipped open his laptop to book his flights.
The two-hour drive from the tiny airport to The Ranch seemed a lot longer when he drove it alone. He missed Davey beyond reason and he couldn't wait to see him. He made a mental note to send Angel some flowers for helping them get together and letting him surprise his lover.
The last time he surprised Davey with his tattoo, this time he wanted to give him something nice. It had taken a lot of thought, but it also helped keep him busy, so he didn't lose his ever loving mind waiting for this day. It felt stupid and sappy, but he liked it and thought Davey would too.
He finally pulled up to the gate and punched in the code, smiling at how much Davey had trusted him with it.
He drove up the lane and parked the rental car in front of the house.
Parked in front of the garages, a large Suburban sat stoically beside the house.
It made Tyler's stomach go queasy. Could some of the Princeton team still be there?
He texted Angel and sent her a photo of the huge truck.
No, it isn't Princeton or Brad or Stewart. She texted back, quickly.
He didn't know who it was, but he'd take a chance. He left his bags in the car, just in case and walked up to the big glass archway and rang the bell. He stood there waiting.
He rang again.
He could see someone walking toward the door through the tinted glass.
A tall, thin man with broad shoulders, and an almost nonexistent waist opened the door, wrapped in a towel.
His dark blond hair dripped water drops down his bare chest between the rings in each nipple.
Tyler could tell his hair would be as light as his own once it dried.
His lips were full, sexy. "Can I help you? " he asked in a deep sultry voice.
Tyler was stunned. This sexy man, naked but for a towel around his waist, answered Davey's door.
He shook his head and turned around, practically running back to the rental car, almost tripping over his own two feet. He shoving the key in the ignition without even thinking about it. He couldn't breathe, slamming the car in reverse and hitting the gas.
Davey's voice, vaguely echoed in his head, calling his name.
He put the car in drive and took off. Tears flooded his eyes. This could not be happening. It could not.