Chapter forty-three Round 3 Race #5
When they got back to the RV, the bodyguards were released and set up to meet them next week.
Angel and Stewart went back to their hotel room.
That left them with Tony. He'd stay with them rather than in a hotel, which didn't seem like the best scenario for fun sex to Tyler.
They'd pulled the sofa in the front out into a bed for Tony, and then Tyler joined Davey in the back bedroom, shutting the door.
The flimsy pressed board didn't give them enough privacy, but after the potential sabotage on the track, Tyler couldn't argue with Angel on it.
He sighed, resolved, and climbed into bed with Davey.
Tyler curled up against Davey's side feeling Davey's hot skin pressed against his chest and thighs.
They both wore boxer shorts and Davey had taken some pain meds, so Tyler was determined that nothing would happen.
He didn't want Tony overhearing them having sex.
He nuzzled against Davey's neck. "You need anything baby? " he whispered.
"Just you," Davey answered, his words slurring just a tiny bit.
Tyler thought Davey sounded precious like that, a little tired and a little drugged. He chuckled softly. "Okay, baby."
Tyler's hand slid across Davey's chest. He couldn't help flicking one of Davey's nipples.
It caused a soft moan deep in Davey's throat, so he did it again.
Davey's reaction made Tyler's dick hard.
His hand slid further down across the ridges of Davey's well defined abs and he fingered through the soft hair that trailed from his belly button down into his boxers.
His fingers followed, lingering around Davey's waistband, tickling against his hip bone.
"Mmm. More, baby," Davey quietly demanded, and Tyler couldn't resist him.
Tyler leaned over and pulled Davey's boxers down to the top of his thighs, exposing his dick.
Davey's hard length stretched up, demanding Tyler's attention.
He leaned forward and flicked his tongue across the purple helmet capping his lover's cock.
Davey pumped his hips up, silently begging for more.
"You have to be quiet, okay?" Tyler prompted.
Davey's response was another hip pump and sexy moan.
Tyler took that as a sign that Davey wanted more.
He pressed his tongue flat against Davey's cock and rubbed it up and down along the length without sucking as it slid into his mouth.
He loved the feel of Davey's silky skin around his cock sliding across his tongue.
He pulled off and put his tongue to work on Davey's balls, lapping at them like a dog and poking them with the tip of his tongue.
Davey squirmed above him. "Be still, Davey. "
"More, stop teasing," Davey groaned.
Tyler laughed a little and then darted his tongue across his balls one last time before sucking Davey's cock into his mouth.
He pulled it in all the way until Davey's head hit the back of his throat.
Tyler squeezed Davey's thigh with one hand and grabbed his balls with the other.
He rolled them in his fingers as he bobbed his head up and down, sucking Davey's cock, listening to the little sounds Davey made as he writhed beneath Tyler's ministrations.
"I like it when you play nurse, Ty. Gonna get hurt more often."
Tyler stopped sucking and pulled off looking up Davey's chest. "You better not."
"Okay. Do this more and I won't," he said, gently pushing Tyler's head back down. He closed his eyes and pumped his hips. "Come on, baby."
Tyler couldn't help rolling his eyes. "Fine," he huffed as if he were put out by having to do it, but he certainly wasn't. He loved having Davey's cock inside him whether it was in his mouth or his ass.
Tyler went back to work, sucking up and down.
It didn't take long before Davey's balls were pulling up tight and his cock swelled just a bit harder.
Davey made a low growling noise and Tyler knew he was about to explode.
He rolled Davey's balls through his fingers and twirled his tongue around his head before sucking in one more time.
"Ahh," Davey groaned as he shot his cum into Tyler's mouth, his ass coming off the bed and pumping into Tyler's mouth. His hands wound through Tyler's hair, pulling a little, but not painfully.
Tyler sucked Davey as he swallowed everything Davey offered. When Davey fell back and let Tyler's head go, he had a satisfied smirk on his face and gently closed eyes. He looked peaceful and sated. "Better?" Tyler asked.
"Come here."
Tyler crawled back up Davey's body, settling in beside him. It didn't matter that he didn't get off. Davey breathed steady and deep. He would be asleep quickly and that was enough for Tyler. He closed his eyes, cuddling against his man, his fiancé.
Angel stood behind Stewart as he slid the keycard into the slot and opened the door. He nodded for her to precede him into the hotel room. "What's this?" he asked as she dropped her duffle bag on the king size bed that took up the majority of the hotel room.
"What's what?"
Stewart held up an envelope with her name printed on it. "This. Was on the floor."
She was so tired, she'd stepped right over it, missing it. She sat on the edge of the bed and reached out for it. Inside was a computer printed note.
"Davey McAllister is done in Supercross. PULL HIM out of the races or he will get hurt."
It wasn't a direct threat, but an insinuation, right on the borderline. It could even be considered a warning rather than a threat, but it made Angel very uncomfortable. "I'm getting the race officials and the police involved with this."
"First thing in the morning," Stewart said, taking the white paper from her fingers and setting it on the dresser.