Chapter one
Tyler couldn’t keep the fifty-mile-wide grin off of his face as he shouldered through the door of the hotel room.
He dropped his duffle bag on the bed, practically bouncing up and down.
Christmas was only a few days away, but before he could celebrate with his awesome husband, Davey, they were in Las Vegas hunting down Rico Dominichi.
Tyler clapped his hands and spun to face Davey as he followed Tyler into the room. “This is so freakin’ rad!”
“I swear someone would think you were like five years old, Ty.”
“Well?” Tyler held his hands up. “I’m excited.”
Davey chuckled with amusement and dropped his bag on the floor. “Obviously.”
“Do you think we’ll find him? Think he’ll be there?”
“Rico? Who knows? But Angel swears Danny knows what he’s talking about.”
Angel had contacts from her days as a freelance photographer, and Danny was one of them.
He was a rough looking dude of an undetermined age who often took pictures at street races and local tracks across the country.
Things other people missed. Tyler had seen some of his shots of Rico, so he was confident that he had some good info. “Well, the race is tomorrow, so...”
“What?” Davey crossed his arms over his chest. “Wanna go downstairs?”
“Yes! Let’s go, let’s go!” Tyler jumped at Davey. He opened his arms and grabbed Tyler, pulling him in close. “I want to play the slots.” He stretched up on his toes and kissed Davey, quickly.
Davey chuckled again. “You crack me up. Come on.” Davey tucked one of the key cards in his back pocket and headed for the door. Tyler followed right behind him. This trip was going to be tons of fun. They had some work to do, too, but that kind of work was always just as exhilarating as their play.
Hours later, a sleepy Tyler followed Davey back into their hotel room.
He’d played the slot machines and walked around the floor of the casino for hours.
He watched Davey play some blackjack and swore it was like something out of the movies.
Davey won a few hands but seemed to break even overall.
Tyler, on the other hand, scored pretty big.
He’d spent a couple hundred bucks before he’d hit a jackpot, and it paid back a couple thousand dollars.
That’s when he stopped playing. Always quit when you’re ahead.
As soon as the hotel door closed behind him, Tyler stripped out of his shirt and pants, dropping them on the floor. He crawled across the bed. His insides were all warm and fuzzy with just a slight buzz from the fancy drinks he’d ordered at the bar.
Davey put his wallet and keys on the dresser. “You seem like you had fun tonight.”
“Mmm... I did. Now I’m tired.”
Davey stalked across the room and crawled up on the bed. “Hope not too tired.”
“Never too tired for you.”
“That’s good.” Davey rubbed his nose across Tyler’s cock, snug in his briefs and getting tighter by the second. “Because. I really, really, really want you right now, Ty.”
“Yes...” Tyler closed his eyes and absorbed the sensations of Davey’s fingers skating across his hip. He pulled Tyler’s briefs down slowly, nuzzling against Tyler’s skin as he worked his way down. He gave open-mouthed kisses to his inner thigh and brushed his knuckles gently over Tyler’s balls.
“I kind of like you all blissed out like this, Tyler.” Davey chuckled, and the briefs disappeared completely. “For once, I don’t have to chase after you.”
“You love chasing me.” Tyler opened one eye to glare at Davey, playfully, who had removed his own shirt and pants and knelt in front of Tyler. He lowered himself down, staring at Tyler’s crotch.
“I like catching you.” He sucked Tyler’s cock into his mouth with a sigh that morphed into a moan and Tyler echoed the sound.
“Like being caught,” he mumbled, enjoying the feel of Davey’s tongue on his cock, all wet and hot.
His mouth sucking at him. “Feels so good, Davey.” He reached out and found Davey’s dark hair and ran his fingers through it, loving the silky feel.
Davey had let it grow out a little longer than usual since he’d stopped competing, and Tyler thought it looked sexier than ever.
Davey’s sucking increased, and Tyler tightened his grip in Davey’s hair. Davey’s response was a low groan before his fingers started playing over Tyler’s balls, making them pull up tight.
“Yes...” Tingles through his dick had him bucking his hips, chasing his orgasm. “Now...like that...yes.” Then, his words became unintelligent as he shot out hard into Davey’s mouth. He saw stars, thinking about his cum on Davey’s tongue.
Then he slept.