Chapter forty-five Round 5 Race #2
The boy's dad smiled. "Thank you for being so brave, Davey. You show our kids that they can be whatever they want. They can ride bikes and work on them and be gay or whatever they want."
"They can be anything!" Davey said. The adorable little boy had huge eyes, deep blue pools of wonder at meeting his hero. "Can I have a hug?" Davey asked.
The boy nodded, and Davey came around to his side of the table, kneeling down beside the boy. He gave the kid a big hug, knowing it made the kids day, but also realizing that it had made his as well. Davey had always loved his fans. "Keep racing, okay!"
"Duh, of course!" the boy said, as if not racing could even be a possibility. Davey loved his enthusiasm. He stood up and shook the dad's hand, but then the dad pulled him into a hug.
"You're a good kid, Davey McAllister." The man clapped him on the shoulder before walking off.
As Davey went back to the other side of the table and sat down, his phone buzzed. He pulled it out and stared at Tyler's text. "Hey, Broady!"
His bodyguard moved closer and Davey showed him the text. "That Cole Lindt is such an idiot. Angel is going to eat him for breakfast."
Davey laughed. "KTM is not going to put up with this for long. I promise you."
Angel growled into the phone. "Darla, this is ridiculous. We need to file a formal complaint."
"I'll call the lawyers Monday morning, first thing, Sweetheart."
"Don't sweetheart me. I'm not your sweetheart or anything else. If you can't be professional, I'll call Apex's lawyers myself with a complaint about you." Angel had reached her limit with the harassment of her boys and with Darla's come-ons.
There was silence on the other end of the phone. Butterflies took flight in Angel's stomach. Had she just blown it for all of them?
"Sorry. You're right," Darla answered. "I, uh, I, yeah. Sorry. I was out of line. I've been, uh, out of line. I should stop. I will, I mean."
"Thank you."
"I like you, Angel. You're right though. I know you aren't interested and I shouldn't have been so direct. I'll have the lawyers send KTM a letter and file a complaint. That should stop the harassment."
Angel wasn't sure if she was talking about Cole and Shannon or herself. Hopefully, she meant both. "Thanks, please call me Monday."
"Yes, tell Davey I said good luck."
She didn't always get that woman. She hung up wondering what Darla cared about, her true agenda. It didn't matter much in the scheme of things, though. She shook it off and made her way to the tower to watch the first heat, texting Stewart while she walked.
The race had already started by the time she got there, but Davey led the pack and quickly extended his lead time.
He stayed ahead in first for the entire race until the last few turns of the lap when Regal started to challenge him and took the lead on the final turn.
Davey couldn't catch back up and finished a close second.
Although they all loved first place finishes, he would transition into the Main Event.
"You know, Ty, this bike is rear-end loaded. I've got to be able to shift and the clutch is sticky. Have Mickey pull the plates," Davey said, walking with Tyler to the pit area.
"Sure, Davey. Probably have some of that dirt you were throwing around lodged in there."
Davey bumped his shoulder into Tyler's. "Okay, wise-guy."
Tyler bumped him back. "As long as I'm your wise-guy."
Davey wished he could spend a little more time cutting up with Tyler. The stress of the last few weeks felt like it was catching up to him. "The bike is definitely good, Ty. Massively powerful. It's me."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not getting enough training done between races. Especially, the week with my stupid foot up."
"That was fun though," Tyler chuckled.
Davey couldn't argue with that. The creative sex they'd had all week long had been fabulous.
It'd been nice to lay around, but it was not the norm, not for Davey.
"Yeah. I loved every minute of it." He grabbed Tyler's shoulders pulling his body into Davey's chest. "But this break coming up is all about training. "
"Did Tate say if he's going to be there?"
Davey let Tyler go. "Yeah, said he was going to try to bring his boyfriend. If it works out, that'll be cool. But, most of the week is going to be on the track."
"I know. Riding and working out. I get it. Don't worry."
"I love you, Tyler. You are the best, baby."
They made it to the pit area and started working on the bike.
Tyler helped Mickey pull the plates. Stewart hung out at the RV with Luke and Tony and Pilot sat in the bike trailer reading a comic book.
Broady had gone off to get sandwiches for lunch for everyone. "Hey, Ty! I gotta go back to the RV."
"Can't you wait for Broady?"
Davey huffed. "Nah, just send him there when he gets back. I'm not going anywhere near the KTM pit. Don't worry. Just straight to the RV."
"I don't like it." Tyler looked at him with concern in his eyes.
"No big deal. Seriously. Shannon is racing right now and Cole's going to be harassing his mechanic because he finished sixth and has to run in the semi. No one's going to mess with me."
"Okay, but text me when you get there."
Davey reluctantly agreed. He could do that much to put Tyler's mind at ease. He had enough of putting up with babysitters, though. Broady and Pilot were cool, but they made him feel like a child.
He passed a couple of pits and came to Regal's, the eGear Suzuki banner stretched across the top of his box.
Chad had always been an alright guy, never overly friendly, but he was also Davey's number one rival.
They considered each other the man to beat.
Surprisingly, Shannon and Cole were there with him, looking at his bike.
"Get lost, faggot!" Shannon sneered.
Davey held his hands up in front of him to say he wanted nothing to do with them and kept walking.
"That's right. Run home to your cocksucking boyfriend!" Cole chimed in.
Davey thought for a minute he could just keep walking, but he felt them following and heard their boots scuffing the dirt behind him. One of them shoved his shoulder and he spun around to face them.
"We don't need faggots here," Shannon sneered and shoved Davey's shoulder.
Davey wanted to stand up to the bastards, to push back, but no one else was around, not even Chad Regal.
His team apparently didn't want to get involved, or didn't realize what was happening.
"I don't want trouble with you," Davey said, holding his hands in front of him in a gesture of peace, as he tried to turn away from them.
Parker Shannon grabbed his arm and yanked him forward. "You're not running off yet, faggot."
Davey's heart pumped double time, making him jittery.
His throat burned as it closed up. He didn't know what to do.
People started gathering around them. Shannon shoved him into Cole, who shoved him again, causing him to trip over his feet.
Several other racers laughed and urged them on.
Davey didn't know who they were, but they were dressed in gear, probably 250 riders.
Cole spit toward him, then sneered, "Not such a big shot here without everyone else around. Huh, track star?"
A commotion rippled in the crowd, but Davey didn't want to take his eyes off Cole and Shannon. They tried to get on either side of him, but Davey didn't want to turn his back to either of them.
Shannon shoved both his palms hard into Davey's chest. "Faggot!" he yelled.
Cole grabbed his arm, and cocked back his fist, as if he were holding Davey still so he could punch him. Davey's head filled with white noise and his mouth tasted like the dirt from the track.
Then, a blond head pushed through the crowd.
Tyler grabbed Cole's fist and wrenched his arm backward. Shannon moved in toward Davey, but Tyler jumped at him, slinging Shannon to the ground. Tyler was all muscles and anger; he was Davey's real life Superman.
Cole shook out his arm and got right in Tyler's face.
He stood a few inches taller than Tyler, but Tyler was wider and that width was solid muscle.
Davey would know. Cole shoved him and spit flew from his mouth as he yelled.
"Fucking cocksucking queer! Bend over so I can shove my foot up your ass, the way you like it. Faggot-pussy."
"Get out of my face, Cole." He shoved at Cole's shoulders.
"You're all talk pussy-boy!" Cole drew back and punched Tyler.
Davey screamed as he watched, horrified, as Tyler's head snapped back from the force.
Before anyone could even move, Tyler lunged at Cole, knocking him to the ground.
He straddled Cole around his ribs and punched him in the face, three times.
He probably would have kept going, except that's when Pilot and Broady showed up.
Pilot grabbed Tyler, pulling him off of Cole.
Broady stepped in front of Davey, glaring at Parker Shannon, daring him to do anything.
Shannon jumped to his feet, stalking toward Davey until he noticed Broady between them.
Davey hadn't even realized Shannon meant to come at him again.
He'd been too wrapped up in Tyler's fight with Cole.
"You better never put your fucking hands on my man again, Cole. I'll fucking kill you!" Tyler screamed, as Cody Barret pulled Cole away from the scene.
Davey's heart leapt. The way Tyler had protected him, made him feel safe and secure. Tyler would always have his back. The muscles in Tyler's neck and shoulders bulged from his stress. Davey wanted to lick them. The thought made his cock pump up under his race pants.
Broady walked them to the RV. They sent Pilot back to watch over Mickey and the bike. When they got there, Stewart made Tyler stretch out on the couch and put ice on his jaw where Cole had hit him.
Davey squatted down on the floor beside him and ran his fingers through that curly blond hair. "You're my hero, you know that?"
"I've been wanting to hit Cole for a long time."
"I love it when you get all aggressive and protective." Davey leaned in and kissed Tyler's forehead.
"If he'd hit you, he'd be fucking dead. I wouldn't have started with jerking him around. I would have just laid into the bastard."
"I love you, baby."
"I love it when you call me baby."
"Baby, baby, baby!"
"What the fuck!" Angel yelled, as she stormed around the tower room. "What's the fucking point of hiring bodyguards if they're going to run off without them?" Angel wanted to kill something, she was so pissed. Instead, she took it out on Stewart. "This is un-fucking-believable."
"Angel, baby, I know. Calm down." Stewart only tried to help and she knew it, but she needed to get some of it out.
"I'm going to ream Davey a new one! So, don't tell me to calm down. Fucking Cole Lindt. He's lucky I didn't show up!"
"What would you do?" Stewart laughed at her. He was either brave or stupid.
"I'd have his testicles mounted like a fucking bass!" Then, she laughed at herself.
"What does that even mean?" Stewart asked with a sly smile.
"I don't know." Angel threw her hands up, giving in to all of it. "I have to call Darla. This is way over the line." She tapped on her phone, dialing Darla's number.
Darla answered on the second ring. "Hey, what's up?"
"There's been another incident. The KTM riders attacked Davey."
"Make him wreck again?"
"No, off the track. They shoved him around. Tyler stepped in to break it up and Cole hit him."
"Fuck!"
"Then, Tyler beat the shit out of Cole. I don't think he's going to the Main Event tonight."
Angel heard a rustling like Darla was flipping through papers. "Okay. I'm calling the officials now. We'll press charges on Monday, most likely."
"Okay. Thanks Darla."
"You are more than welcome. I guess I've been a bit too hands off where I was needed and too hands on where I wasn't. I've been an ass. That's over. I'm going to step up and give you some more help. I'll call you back after I speak with the officials."
Stewart pulled Angel into the comfort of his arms and kissed the top of her head. "You're amazing and you're doing a great job. Don't let this get to you."
Angel exhaled slowly. "I'm not." Stewart made her feel more confident. With him by her side, Angel knew she could take on anything.
Davey lined his bike up. He exhaled slowly, trying to put everything else behind him and focus on the race.
"Davey, is it true man?" Tate Jordan lined up beside him.
"Yeah. Cole and Shannon are out of the Main Event tonight."
"I heard they attacked you," he said, pulling his goggles over his helmet.
"Yeah." The race officials had put them out of the race and made an official announcement that any activity unbecoming on the track would be dealt with harshly.
"Dickheads," Tate grumbled. "Listen, we're definitely coming out to your place. I'll be there Tuesday."
"That's great. Your boyfriend coming?" Davey perked up at the thought of his friend training with him over the break.
"I think so. Still working that part out. It's hard for him to take off of work."
"You're both more than welcome."
"Thanks. Goggles, McAllister."
The racers around him lined up. Davey yanked his goggles on, pulled them in place and grabbed his handle bars. Without Cole and Shannon on the track, he was sure to have a great run.