Chapter thirty-two
Davey learned that if he made love to Tyler before working out, he could actually get his workout done without a raging hard-on slowing him down.
He was on his last few minutes of his run on the treadmill, but his mind started wandering back to his fiancé lying in their bed, well fucked and snuggling into his pillow.
His cock started rising and he knew he was finished with his run. Thankfully, it hadn't been too short.
His cell chirped out the "Bossy," ring tone. It had to be important for Stewart to call during his workout time. He answered, "'Sup?"
"Proposition for you?"
"Couldn't wait till this afternoon? You know I'm in the gym." He picked up a bottle of water, sucking it down.
"Sorry, but it was on my mind and yeah, kind of important here."
He sat the water back on the bench. "Fine."
"I want to do a photo shoot when you go see Dillon."
"No. Hell no. I'm taking Tyler with me."
"Well, I think you're missing a good opportunity if you don't. Angel thinks it'll be great."
Davey sat down on his weight bench. Stewart's timing was completely strategic. He made the call when he was relatively confident Tyler wouldn't be around. "This is bullshit, Stew."
"Huh. As glad as I am that you've gotten some backbone since hanging with Tyler, you still have responsibilities and this is one of them. We can make sure Tyler stays in the background and doesn't get in any of the shots. Come on."
Davey thought about it. He did indeed need some good publicity shots. He knew Dillon wouldn't mind at all. The key would be compromise. "Okay. I'll do it, but I have conditions."
"What?" Stewart sounded truly exasperated.
"Only Angel. No other photographers. No lighting assistants.
No assistants at all. Only Angel and her camera.
That's the only way I'm doing it." Davey trusted her, but anyone else would be a no go if Tyler was around.
There was no way he was going to jeopardize his relationship by knowingly adding potential threats to Tyler's career.
Davey didn't give a shit about how it would impact his own career, only Tyler mattered to him.
"Fine. I'm sure she'll go for that. Deal?"
"Yeah. I'll call Dill and let him know."
"Great. Thanks, Davey."
"Stewart?" He was going to spill his news.
"What?" he answered, sounding irritated. Davey could understand. Stewart had gotten used to compliance and these past few months had been different.
"I have another condition or rather a favor." He could almost see Stewart squirming over the uncertainty Davey kept throwing at him.
"Fuck! What?"
"Well, I asked Tyler to marry me," he paused waiting for the reaction. Stewart remained silent. "So, maybe after, Angel could take some shots of us? Like for our engagement announcement?"
"What the fuck? Are you kidding me?" Stewart blew up.
Davey tried to calm him down. "Private announcement, Stew, private."
He heard a lot of cussing from the other end of the call. "What the hell are you doing? What? Oh my God. Don't you think this is a bit soon?"
"Uh, no. We want to be together." He held his hand in the air, shrugging, even though Stewart couldn't see him.
"You've barely been seeing each other for six months.
Damn, Davey. Think about this," he suggested, sounding a bit more like himself, though his voice still sounded shaky.
Davey normally wouldn't disrupt Stewart's well planned strategies this much, but Stewart's reaction made things interesting.
Davey could get used to upsetting his manager, particularly if it meant having Tyler in his life more.
"I'm not getting any younger, Stewart. I know what I want.
I love him and we are getting married. So, will you ask Angel or what?
" Davey almost laughed at Stewart's response.
He was just glad that Stewart's fussing wasn't because Tyler was a guy.
Stewart didn't seem to be homophobic at all.
How fast their relationship had progressed and the need to keep it private made Stewart frustrated and worried.
"Brad is planning on inviting another trainer with him next week. Tyler still going to be there?" Stewart asked, instead of answering Davey's question.
"Yes. He lives here full time now. Brad might as well be brought in on it. Who's the trainer?"
"I don't fucking know! Call Brad."
Davey felt bad for how much he pushed Stewart, but it was his life, not Stewart's. "Anyone else showing up?"
"Not that I know of, but you need a plan."
"Think I have one! Relax."
When they hung up, Davey actually felt better than he had before the call. He couldn't wait to see his cousin, though he hated that it would become some big production, but he trusted Angel to keep their secrets. He flipped through his contacts. He needed to call Dillon.