Chapter two
Tyler rolled over and cracked open an eye, not entirely sure where he was. The room was dark, but he could see the outline of the window—out of place. Davey was beside him, his warm body pressed close. His memory rushed forward. Vegas. Yeah.
He leaned up to see the clock on the other side of Davey. It was too early to be getting up. The race wasn’t until late that night, but his bladder urged him to the bathroom. After he relieved himself, he crawled back in bed, trying not to wake Davey, but failing.
“Ugh. Ty, what’re you doing?” He shoved Tyler over a bit and then got up and headed to the bathroom himself, which made Tyler giggle. “Stop laughing at me,” Davey called from the bathroom.
Tyler laughed harder and snuggled down in the covers, pulling them over his head.
Davey slid in beside him and pulled him closer and pressed his hard cock against Tyler’s thigh. “Hey, you fell asleep on me last night.”
“Oops.”
“I’ll show you oops.” Davey thrust his hips into Tyler, making him laugh more.
“What’re you going to do with that thing?”
“This thing?” He grabbed his cock and wiggled around to tap the head against Tyler’s. “I’m going to fuck you with it, so turn over.”
Tyler couldn’t argue with that. He flipped over and stuck his ass up in the air, wiggling it for effect.
Davey smacked his ass, making a loud crack, but it only made Tyler laugh more. “Mmm...so playful today.”
“Now, but I’ll probably go right back to sleep after...”
Davey chuckled as he ran those long, graceful fingers over Tyler’s ass.
“Get the lube, Davey.”
He leaned over and bit down on one of Tyler’s butt cheeks with a growl before heading off. In a moment, Tyler could hear him rummaging around in the bathroom. “Where’d you pack it, Ty?”
“Uh...you packed it.”
“No, I didn’t. You packed the bathroom stuff.”
Tyler rolled over onto his back. He thought about the packing. “There was no lube in the bathroom.”
Davey came back in the room and turned on the main light. Tyler yanked the covers over his head with a groan as he listened to Davey looking through the duffle bags.
“Tyler.”
“What?”
“We didn’t pack the lube.”
“Fuck!” He pulled the covers down and stared at Davey. He stood in the middle of the room, naked and growling with a fisted hand on his hip.
“Uh, nope. No fucking, Ty. No lube, no fucking.”
Davey was pretty sexy like that. His dark hair tousled and his blue eyes frustrated and piercing. “Ah...come on! Just spit on it.”
Davey glared at him. “You’re such a shit sometimes.”
“But you love me.”
Davey huffed and went back into the bathroom. He came out with a tiny, miniature bottle of hand lotion.
“That’s not gonna do much.”
“It’ll have to be enough.” He climbed back in the bed and squirted lotion into the palm of his hand.
“Still not getting fucked, am I?”
“No.” Davey smirked. Bastard. “You’ll still get to come though.”
Before Tyler could object to his plan, Davey had both of their cocks in hand. Literally. He stroked them both, slicked up by the lotion. It felt nice. Davey used both hands and gripped firmly, his cock rubbing against Tyler’s own.
“You’re so bad, Tyler. You should get more than a spanking for leaving the lube.”
“Shh...just do it.”
“You wish I’d do it. You wish I would ram this long, hard cock right up your ass. You’d squeeze so fucking tight. Squeeze my dick until I came inside you.”
The talk was all Tyler needed. Imagining Davey fucking him hard, he squeezed his ass, wishing for it, and then he came. He squirted out all over Davey’s hand and his cock. He sighed, and Davey stiffened beside him, adding his own cum to the mix.
“Now sleep,” Tyler moaned, snuggling down into the pillows without bothering with clean up.
“Uh...nope. No time for that. Get up, sleeping beauty.”
“No.” Tyler pulled a pillow over his head. “Turn off the light.”
Davey laughed. “You only ever want to get up for sex.”
“That’s the only thing worth getting up for.” Tyler chuckled and nudged Davey with his foot.
That must have been the last straw. Davey was on him, tickling and wrestling until they were both laughing so hard they couldn’t breathe. Then, Tyler fell off the bed. “Fuck!”
Davey laughed harder. “Now... Get... Up...” He gasped his words, trying to catch his breath.
“Yeah, now.” He grabbed a pillow and knocked Davey in the head with it.
“You’re gonna regret that, blondie.”
Tyler hit him again. “Blondie?”
Davey grabbed him around the waist and pulled him back on the bed.
Tyler let him. He had packed on a good bit of muscle, while Davey was still lean like a racer.
If he wanted, Tyler could throw Davey all over the place, and he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.
He certainly couldn’t budge Tyler, if Tyler didn’t want to be moved.
His thighs, chest, and core were solid. He went with it, though, because he liked Davey being aggressive.
Their wrestling usually ended with fucking, but since that wasn’t happening, Tyler figured he better put on the breaks.
“Alright. Alright. I’m awake. Let me grab a shower. Your spooge is all over the place now.”
“My spooge?”
A pillow landed on the side of Tyler’s head, and the wrestling started all over again.