Chapter 19 #3
Pilot looked at the ice-cream. “You're going to make me eat both of these?”
Tate shrugged. “Put one back in the freezer for later. I can't. Really. Okay, maybe just one bite.” He changed his tune and opened his mouth as Pilot held out a spoonful of chocolate goodness. He moaned at the taste, but pushed Pilot’s hand away.
“Okay. No more for you. Let's watch some boob-tube.” He put the second bowl in the freezer, but he could see a bit of longing on Tate's face after having one small bite. He leaned in and whispered in Tate's ear, “It's okay, I'll share some of mine.”
Tate laughed and shoved at Pilot's shoulder.
“One bite is going to have me doing an extra half hour at the gym. Oh God! Tell me you have a gym.” The horror and worry in Tate's eyes concerned him.
Pilot hadn't even thought about Tate's physical requirements.
“Pilot. I'm an athlete and Anaheim is only days away.
I can't just stop, uh...everything. You know?”
“Sorry. I hadn't thought about it, but don't worry. I'll take care of you.” The last of his words came out husky and full of more meaning than he intended, but the look on Tate's face was worth it.
They spent the next few hours fighting over the remote like an old married couple. Tate wanted to watch sports and was horrified that Pilot kept changing it back to Nick at Night during the commercials. Facts of Life was on and he hadn't seen that episode.
“Damn, Pilot. Don't you have HBO or anything like that? We can watch something a little more adult,” Tate teased.
“No,” Pilot whined.
“Then, can we at least watch Cartoon Network? Sheesh...this old crap is way too cheesy.”
Pilot tossed a pillow at Tate's head, but he ducked, calling out, “Hey! Watch it.”
“That's why they're called throw pillows, Tate.”
That's when Tate pounced, jumping on him and attempting to wrestle him down, but Pilot out muscled him by a lot.
Pilot lifted weights for bulk and strength, Tate lifted for endurance, so he was stronger than he looked, but not strong enough.
He weighed nothing and it made Pilot's cock plump up in his sweatpants, just thinking about shoving him around in bed.
It only took a minute to pin a wiggling Tate down on the couch.
“Mm...like this,” Pilot purred his words against Tate's cheek.
He hadn't shaved when he showered after their earlier go-round, but his stubble was soft, not too prickly, like Pilot's own.
He nosed his face into Tate's neck. It was long like a swan's and just as soft as down.
His tongue tentatively licked out against that creamy skin and Tate stilled and then groaned when Pilot sucked that skin into his mouth.
The thought that he would leave a big purple mouth-shaped mark thrilled Pilot to no end.
He never thought he'd be so caveman, but he wanted to mark Tate.
Yes, toss him on his bed, mark him, fuck him, and have him in every way imaginable.
Tate's hips bucked up and Pilot could feel how hard he was. Momentary disappointment flitted across Tate's face when Pilot stood up. He changed it quickly enough when he grabbed Tate and threw him over his shoulder, smiling at Tate's giggles, as he hauled him into the bedroom.
The need for him, his lover, his Tate, hummed through him as if it were a physical thing.
It danced across his heart, stomped through his belly, and flowed hard into his cock.
Tate had only been there for the afternoon and evening.
..it was still his first night, the clock just now passing into morning, and Pilot didn't want to ever let him go. Mine.
Tate spread his legs, looking up at Pilot like he was everything, the magnet that kept him moving. Pilot would do anything to keep that look on his face.
Pilot slowly pulled Tate's track pants down like unwrapping an expensive gift.
He rubbed his thighs and calves, worshiping every slender muscle and memorizing every inch of skin and hair.
Needing to taste, he mouthed at the top of Tate's thigh, right below his lovely hip bone.
He traced his tongue around until he was between Tate's legs, licking at his taint.
Tate's knees fell to the sides. “Oh, God. Fuck me.”
“Working on it, baby.” Pilot leaned up and over Tate's prone body to grab the lube and condom off the side table. He returned to work lube-covered fingers in Tate's hot hole.
“I'm gonna need another shower,” Tate groaned as Pilot slid two fingers inside him
“I'll join you.” Pilot kissed Tate's belly, sticking his tongue in the little divot. He ran his nose down Tate's happy trail. Tate's hands roamed across Pilot's head, feeling the soft hair that was just starting to get a little length to it since he’d shaved it for the Supercross event.
The hot and heavy had been replaced with slow and sensual. They touched each other as if they couldn't help it. When Pilot finally pushed into Tate, he used long, slow strokes, just wanting to enjoy this feeling of being so intimate with him.
He stared into Tate's wide, bright eyes.
His mouth hung open and Pilot swore it was the least Tate had moved since he'd gotten there.
Tate gripped his own knees, pulling them to his chest and offering himself to Pilot.
Whatever was happening between them was bigger than just having a good time, bigger than he'd ever thought he'd have in his life.
Pilot decided right in that stolen, precious moment that he would take whatever Tate offered him.
He made love to Tate, sultry and breathy with Tate's name sliding from his tongue.
The heat between them scorched his soul.
Pilot wanted to ask Tate to stay with him forever, but he swallowed back the words.
It was a ridiculous thought. Even if they wanted to stay together after the holidays, Tate would be racing practically nonstop until May. ..five solid months.
Squinting his eyes tight, he picked up the pace, drowning all thought in Tate's pulsing ass. When they both came, calling each other's names and God's, Pilot sighed and collapsed beside Tate on the mattress and peppered gentle kisses along his shoulder and upper arm.
“Let's shower and sleep. I have to get up early.”
Pilot scoffed, “What the hell for?”
“To work out, asshole. Didn't we already talk about that?”
Pilot groaned. He hadn't realized how life changing having Tate over for the holidays would be. “Okay. Shower, sleep, work out, and then we'd better go to the grocery store. I'm sure I have nothing you can eat here.”