Epilogue
Lying on their stomachs, side by side, facing the water, they watched the tide roll in and out in a steady rhythm like a clock that ticked just a bit off beat.
It made Tyler think of one of Dali's melting monstrosities, maybe that's how they would sound, ticking like the surf rolling in with a whoosh and out with a soft tock.
Davey had picked out a gay friendly all inclusive tropical resort where the beaches were white sugar, the water azure blue and the drinks cold and strong.
Tyler wanted to stay there forever. It had been so easy to ignore the rest of the world.
They'd been snorkeling and exploring and lying on the beach for two weeks. This was their last day.
They would be flying back to New Mexico and Davey would be training for the next season. Tyler was almost as excited about it as his husband. The next season would be grand, and if Davey took the championship again, he would probably retire.
It would be a great new challenge in any event and would keep Tyler leading the mechanic team.
That mattered to him, almost more than anything else.
Hopefully, with the new truce worked out with Cole Lindt and Parker Shannon still unable to find a team, they wouldn't be worried about threats and harassment going forward.
There would always be haters, but the Supercross officials and the KTM team seemed committed to making Supercross safe from the kinds of threats they dealt with this past season.
Davey put his hand on Tyler's back, sliding a finger inside the waistband of his trunks. "Let's go back to the room, baby," Davey said, his voice husky and filled with sexual desire.
"Mm. Anything, as long as you keep calling me baby."
"Baby! Baby! Baby! Let's go."
The end.