Chapter thirty-four #2
He walked up to the edge of the dirt and stood next to Brad, watching Davey and someone else fly over the jumps across the track.
That someone else rode Tyler's bike. His smile slipped from his face, totally unprepared for the jealous feelings of having another rider with Davey on his bike on Davey's track.
He wanted to scream and yell and knock the son of a bitch off his bike and on his ass.
He felt rather than heard the growl in his throat, just before Brad grabbed his arm and pointed at the two of them pumping their legs as they made it over the whoops, Davey riding just slightly ahead of the other rider.
"That's Tim. Everything's cool."
Tyler shook his head, wanting to protest. Everything was not alright if this Tim fellow could take his place on Davey's track and in his life so easily.
The two riders pulled up and Davey yanked off his goggles. "Tyler!" He sounded incredibly happy. "This is Tim. He's gay too!"
White noise rushed through Tyler's head as he stalked over to the other man, ready to push him to the ground. Brad's hands pulled him back. "What the fuck?" Tyler spat, still trying to push himself toward the other man.
Davey had his helmet and gloves off and Tyler pulled into his arms before he could break out of Brad's grasp. "Shh. It's not like that. Ty, baby, shush," he cooed in Tyler's ear, bringing him back to earth.
"Davey?" he asked, pulling his man into a crushing hug, needing to mark his territory and claim what belonged to him.
"Ouch, Ty! I can't breathe," Davey croaked out. Only then did Tyler release him.
Brad laughed hysterically, speaking between gasps. "I hate it. Hate for anyone. Oh God! Between you two!"
"Shut it!" Davey scowled at his trainer. "Tim is here to help me. He has his own boyfriend, Ty. This is business, track business."
Tyler took a deep breath, willing his emotions to settle down.
The logical side of his brain fought to make a comeback and reassure him that he had nothing to worry about and he should believe in his man.
He'd never been the jealous sort, but after the incident with Davie's cousin almost inadvertently breaking them up, Tyler couldn't tolerate competition.
Maybe the secrecy factor added to those jealous feelings.
Not being able to show the world who they belonged to meant anyone could try to take his man.
Tyler was not having that. Not any of that.
"Davey, sorry. I didn't expect to. Shit. Didn't think about it."
"No. I'm sorry, I didn't think of how it would look or how you would take it. I was so happy to see you, I just blurted shit out like that. I'm sorry." He pulled Tyler into his arms again.
"You just look too fucking hot in your gear," Tyler growled, giving the other rider the evil eye over Davey's shoulder.
Surprisingly, the guy smiled, bashfully.
"Hey. I probably would've taken my head off, too.
I'm Tim." He extended his still gloved hand.
This time when Tyler stalked over to him, it was only for a hand shake.
Tyler gripped the man's hand firmly, leaving no room for Tim to get any ideas.
"So, can we get back to work now? You're paying an awful lot for us to be having a pissing contest."
Tyler smiled. He couldn't help but like the guy. "Sure, but next time bring your own damn bike."
The rest of the afternoon, Tyler watched Davey practice, and he could tell right away what a difference the guy had already made. He couldn't hate that, and at the end of the day, Davey and Tyler ended up alone in the pool, cooling off and then heating up. He sure couldn't hate that either.
Tim turned out to be a great track coach.
He had more expertise than Brad. He readily climbed on a bike to show him and challenge him.
He was also great with Tyler. After their initial meeting had gone so poorly, Davey had been surprised at how well they got along.
Tim gave Tyler pointers on working out and explained some of the things he showed Davey, sharing all of that seemed to help Tyler relax around the man.
Davey was actually amazed at the difference in Tyler's appearance since Brad and Tim had been around.
He had been in shape, but his muscles had become even more defined and his cheeks stood out just a little sharper with the last layer of fat melting off of him.
They'd even managed to convince Tyler to add more cardio in his routine.
Tim also gave Tyler some pointers when they rode together.
Tyler lasted a lot longer on the track now and Davey absolutely loved riding with Tyler, so that made him very happy.
Davey spent every minute of the day working out or on the track and eating fresh foods between sessions. Tyler quickly got on the same schedule, just by reason of proximity, and it showed. The man went from a sexy little minx, to breathtakingly muscle-packed and gorgeous.
He made his way back to his bedroom. One thing Tyler didn't do was his first morning run. Tyler preferred to sleep in and Davey preferred to wake him up all over again when he was finished running.
Davey jumped in the shower and rinsed off, quickly drying himself off with the towel, and then he climbed in between the sheets and pressed his hard cock up against Tyler's ass.
Tyler hummed and rolled his hips, rubbing his ass against Davey's hard-on.
He nibbled at the back of Tyler's neck and slid his hands down Tyler's chest. "Good morning, my Sleeping Beauty," he purred softly in Tyler's ear.
"Mmm," Tyler responded.
"Brad and Tim are gone, lover. We're all alone in the house."
"Good."
Davey slid his dick up and down along Tyler's crack. "I want you baby."
"Mmm, fuck me, Davey."
He loved hearing the sexy moans his lover made and he loved his name on Tyler's lips.
He leaned back and grabbed the KY bottle off the side table and slicked up his cock.
Tyler would still be wet and loose from the sex they had before Davey's workout, so he pushed in slowly without fingering him first. "God, you're still so ready for me. "
"Mmm."
He bit at Tyler's neck and shoulder, grabbed Tyler's hip, and snapped his own hips, pushing in hard.
"Oh! Fuck yeah, Davey."
"God, baby, I love it when you say my name like that."
He needed to be deeper inside his lover.
He rolled Tyler over fully onto his stomach, kneeling up and pulling Tyler's hips up with him.
Tyler spread his legs more, giving Davey better leverage.
He pounded hard into his lover, reaching around between the mattress and his hot body, grabbing Tyler's cock.
"Tyler, baby. Come with me." He pumped Tyler's cock hard, in rhythm with his own thrusts, and took them quickly to the edge.
Tyler called out as his cum squirted all over his stomach and Davey's hand. His ass tightened hard around Davey's cock, pushing Davey over the edge. He loved that he shot his load into Tyler without a condom. "Mm…God, I love you. You feel so good, baby."
He cuddled up against Tyler's back.
"Mmm, love you, too." Tyler shuffled out from under Davey and flipped over, staring up at Davey. "Damn, I need a shower," he muttered.
"What do you want to do today?" He loved that they had these little conversations, so domestic, so ordinary. He'd never had such a normal life with someone.
"I don't know, but I'm getting a shower first." He moved to get up, but Davey needed a little more closeness.
He grabbed Tyler's arm and yanked him down on top of him, flipping him to his back on the mattress.
He leaned down and kissed him hard, snaking his tongue in his mouth, then licking down his throat.
He pulled skin into his mouth, bit and sucked, raising a mark on his lover's skin. "Davey," Tyler breathed his name.
"I can't wait until we're married, baby."
Tyler giggled. "Me either. Now, let me go."
He let Tyler up but followed him into the shower. They both cleaned up together with a lot of soap and Davey getting on his knees to suck Tyler off again.
"Fuck!" Tyler said drying off. "That's three times and I haven't even had breakfast."
"I thought you were breakfast," Davey teased, raising his eyebrows. That earned him another long kiss. "Come on, lover. Let's eat and go out somewhere."
They had cereal and fruit, keeping it simple, then they dressed in jeans and boots.
Davey pulled on his Superman T-shirt, feeling happy about everything in his life.
They climbed on the big Harley with Tyler wrapping his arms around Davey from behind.
Davey loved driving around the back roads of nowhere with Tyler behind him on his dad's bike.
It was one of the few personal possessions of his father's that he’d kept, and he couldn't stand to part with it.
With Tyler riding on the back, he was ecstatic.
It didn't get any better than this. Except he planned to fuck Tyler on the seat when they got back home and that would be better.