Chapter 40
Chapter forty
April, Between Races, Denver
Tate unlocked the door and they dumped their gear on the floor, even though they knew it irritated Pilot. The area had still ended up as a mud room slash storage area for motocross crap. “Damn. I’ll clean that up later.”
“I’ll help. Guess Pilot’s not home yet?”
Tate shook his head. “Let’s get cleaned up while we wait.” He took Bryce’s hand and led him into the bathroom where they stripped out of the rest of their gear, pants, shirts, and shoes. Tate turned the water on.
“I had fun today.” Bryce stepped in the shower, while Tate watched his sexy ass.
It had been a good day. Tate liked practicing with Bryce and watching him improve on the track, but he liked watching his naked body in the shower even better.
He got in and grabbed the soap bar, lathering it between his hands.
He couldn’t wait to get them on Bryce. “You looked good out there today. Come here.”
Bryce stepped a little closer and Tate rubbed his shoulders and down his chest with soap. Bryce smirked at him, as if he knew something Tate didn’t, but Tate knew. “Watching me ride or watching my ass?”
“Both,” he laughed and continued lathering Bryce’s body, his hips, and around to his ass, pointedly ignoring his cock and balls.
The suds sluiced down his legs. Bryce had a similar build to Tate, all long, lean muscle.
His abs and legs were well-defined with no fat at all.
He thought Bryce might look better with just a little cushion, but that wasn’t going to happen any time soon with Bryce on the same type of diet and workout schedule that Tate had.
They had to keep in top shape. Had to stay away from Pilot’s ice cream fests for sure!
Tate nudged Bryce’s shoulders, turning him around to face the tiles, and finally slid his hands around to glide over Bryce’s balls, then up and down his already hard shaft. Tate nudged his nose under Bryce’s ear. “I’m hungry now,” he whispered, making Bryce shiver.
“I’m not stopping you.”
Tate couldn’t help the snort of laughter that came out. He loved how brazen Bryce could be at times. He looked like the sweetest fruit in the bowl, but he could be tart. “You’re like a kiwi.”
Bryce giggled. “What?”
“Never mind. Turn around.” Tate shoved Bryce toward the tile, so his shoulders pressed against the cold wall, then Tate sank to the floor. He sat on his ass, saving his knees, and leaned up, licking under Bryce’s balls and the base of his cock. “Do you like that?” he asked when Bryce moaned.
Tate looked up at Bryce. His eyes fluttered, half lidded and his pink lips parted.
He didn’t answer in words, just thrust his hips a little, encouraging Tate to do more.
He licked at the mushroom shaped head. It was peachy and tasty, hot on Tate’s tongue.
He wanted to do more, but the shower floor would kill his knees, if he got up on them. “Fuck it. Rinse off.”
“What?” Bryce looked at him, confused.
“The floor is just too hard.” Tate soaped his own shoulders, until Bryce grabbed the bar from him.
“I’ve got this. My turn.” Bryce proceeded to wash Tate, just as he’d done.
His touch was just heavy enough to get the dirt off, but his fingers skimmed lightly over Tate’s belly and down to his own hard dick.
“I like this.” He stroked Tate’s cock with soapy fingers.
His calloused hands rubbed over his body with nimble fingers, not overly long, but proportioned perfectly, and they felt wonderful on Tate’s body.
Neither of them got off in the shower. They rinsed and grabbed a few towels to dry. Bryce padded into the bedroom and rummaged through the drawer of the big dresser that Pilot had designated for him. “Hey! Where’re my jammies?”
“Uh...the dryer maybe?”
Tate watched Bryce dash out of the bedroom naked, heading for the laundry room. He chuckled to himself and pulled on a pair of loose sweat pants. He scrubbed at his hair with a towel and walked out to meet Bryce in the living room.
Bryce came in wearing the orange and black striped pajamas, complete with hoodie on and tiger ears up.
“You’re so fucking adorable.” Tate couldn’t help but smile.
“Shut up. You still hungry? I can give you a hot dog.” He grabbed his crotch and Tate lunged for him, but Bryce took off around the couch.
Tate chased him for a minute or two, noticing how evenly matched they were physically.
On the bikes, Tate had the advantage, but around the living room, Bryce moved just as fast as he did, if not faster.
Finally giving up, Tate plopped down on the couch. “Want to watch a movie?”
“As long as there’s snuggling.”
“Oh, there’s snuggling, wonder-boy.”
They put Fast Seven in and cuddled up on the couch. Tate watched Bryce as much as the movie, still surprised that they had worked him into their lives so easily. He fit like the piece of the puzzle that had been missing. The three of them were perfect together.
“Hey, Tate? Who’s hotter? The Rock or Vin Diesel?”
“Hmm...they’re both pretty hot with their bad boy attitudes and all those muscles. The Rock is bigger though. I like his eyebrow thing.”
“Yeah.” Bryce wiggled around, getting comfortable in Tate’s arms. “Who’s hotter The Rock or Pilot?”
Tate almost burst out laughing, but held it back when Bryce glared at him. He was serious, at least somewhat serious. “Pilot’s hotter. I can put my hands on him.”
“And your mouth.”
“Yep.” Tate put his mouth on the side of Bryce’s neck, making him wiggle a little more.
When he settled down, Bryce said, “Seriously, though. I’ve always liked big guys like that. You know, all that muscle is so sexy, but I never thought I’d end up with someone so big in real life.”
“He is big. His biceps are bigger than my head.”
“Totally.” They both laughed softly.
Bryce sighed. “Seriously, I thought he was going to tear my asshole up. But, uh...he didn’t. He was so gentle. You know?”
“Yes. He’s like the gentle-fucking-giant.” Tate chuckled at his own joke, though it wasn’t very funny. Bryce looked up at him with heat in his blue eyes, making them darker. “I wouldn’t hurt you either. Do you want it? How do you want me to fuck you Bryce?”
Bryce pulled away, half sitting on the edge of the couch.
He bit his bottom lip, and it was too much for Tate.
He tackled Bryce, pushing him down into the sofa and covering Bryce’s mouth with his lips.
His tongue plunged into wet heat. Bryce tasted like granola and passion and home.
His hands dug into Bryce’s black hair, pushing his hoodie off his head.
He ground his hips into Bryce and Bryce ground back, thrusting their cocks together with just enough friction to make him crazy. “God, I want you. All the time.”
“I want you, too. Now...that’s how I want it, Tate.”
Tate could see the passion in Bryce’s eyes, so deep blue, begging him for more.
He leaned back in to take another kiss. He stood up and worked his sweat pants off, before helping Bryce pull his pajama top over his head.
His tiger stripes hit the floor, leaving Bryce naked in front of him.
Tate trailed his finger down the center of Bryce’s chest. “Ready?”
“Yeah...”
There was lube in the entertainment consul that Pilot had stashed before, so he grabbed it and Bryce eased down into the couch, spreading his long, lean thighs and sexy as hell.
He knelt beside the couch and sucked Bryce’s cock.
He could be happy doing that all day, but his own cock wanted more than that.
He stopped and looked up at Bryce. His eyes were closed, and his mouth hung open.
Tate chuckled and squirted lube in his hand.
He wanted to spend some time working Bryce open.
He knew Bryce could take Pilot, and he was bigger than Tate, but he still wanted to make sure he was good and ready.
Plus, it was just fun and sexy. His fingers worked their way in and out, plying and stretching his hole, and making him moan and writhe. “You’re so sexy, Bryce.”
“Mmm...more...come on...fuck!”
Tate took his reaction, and the thrust of his hips, as a sign to get a move on. He slicked up his cock and lined it up at Bryce’s hole. Bryce put one leg up on the back of the couch and the other foot on the edge of the cushion. He lifted his ass as Tate pushed forward.
The tight heat clamped down on his cock as Tate waited for Bryce’s body to get used to him.
He wanted to explode with how hot he felt.
He repositioned himself to his knees, holding Bryce up, but it was sort of difficult.
He needed to spread his own legs wider for leverage and couldn’t because of the couch. “God damn it!”
“Uh...you’re not supposed to say that.” Bryce laughed.
“Shut up. Turn over.” He shoved Bryce’s legs and moved back to let him get situated. When he had his face and shoulders down by the arm of the couch and his ass in the air, Tate smacked his ass. “Don’t laugh at me, brat.”
“Ah...I’m not. Come on.”
Tate leaned over and kissed where he’d left a pink hand print. “Better?”
“Yeah...now fuck me.”
Tate slid his cock back into Bryce’s hole. This time he had enough leverage to move. He tilted his pelvis just a bit before thrusting long and hard, hands gripping Bryce’s hip.
Bryce’s moans sent a tingle down Tate’s spine.
He did that, made Bryce make that sound, and he wanted to hear it again and again.
He fucked hard into his ass, and was rewarded with more groans of pleasure.
He kept his control, barely, until Bryce completely came undone, making noises that Tate couldn’t even name.
He shuttered and his ass clenched up tight, making Tate moan in return.