Chapter thirty-nine
Tyler lay down on the bed, crushing Davey's pillow up to his face. He wanted the smell and feel to comfort him. He wanted to leave everything else behind. Davey came in, closing the door behind him and crawled up into the bed. His arm wrapped around Tyler's waist.
"It's going to be okay, baby," he cooed into Tyler's ear.
"I'm just tired of hearing that. I just want to ignore the world for a while."
Davey flipped Tyler over and pulled him into his arms. He kissed his lips, softly. "Okay. No more world. Just you and me, baby. For the next few hours. I'm just going to love you."
Tyler smiled, but he knew it wasn't convincing. "I'm sorry. It just…feels like my world has just been ripped out from under me and shaken up like a fucking snow globe. I don't know how to settle."
Another kiss to his forehead and Davey's hands stroked down his arms. "I know, but I need you now more than ever. I so need you, Ty."
"I'm trying—"
"No," Davey interrupted. "I mean I need you to be my mechanic. I know you keep saying no, but I don't think we can do this without you. I absolutely have to have a top mechanic and…"
Tyler knew what he was saying. He couldn't pay Shorty, not that Shorty would ever leave Princeton.
For that matter, he couldn't pay any other mechanic, but he didn't have to pay Tyler.
Hell, they lived together and they were getting married.
Tyler already considered them a team. "Yes.
Yes, of course. You have me. That's, well, that's something.
We'll make it work." He would still be working on a 450 in Supercross and he didn't have to hide his relationship with Davey anymore.
"Fuck! Yeah. This is almost too good to be true. "
Davey's face lit up. "I'm so glad to hear you say that.
Uh, because I'm not making apologies. I'm not hiding or running.
Not anymore. We're going to keep going some way or other.
I'm going to do a fucking press release.
Maybe Angel can film it from the track. I want you there, Ty.
Holding my hand. Working on my bike. Being in my life. Completely."
Tyler leaned over and kissed Davey hard. He wanted exactly that, too.