Chapter eleven
Tyler slid off the stool and circled around the bar. Davey hadn’t noticed, so when Tyler grabbed his waist, Davey jumped. They both laughed at that.
“I just want to dance with you, not give you a heart attack, old man.”
“I got your old man.” Davey grabbed his crotch.
“Oh, don’t I know it.” Tyler wrapped his arms around Davey’s back. “Dance with me.”
Davey started moving. The song was about men that dressed well, whatever that was about, Tyler didn’t care. He just wanted to dance with Davey. He shuffled his feet and swiveled his hips. Davey countered him and almost tripped over his own feet. “Dancing’s not your thing, is it?”
“No, but I love music.”
Davey’s phone toned some strange bell.
“Who’s that?”
“Don’t know.” He reached over the counter and grabbed his phone. “Hello?”
“Who is it?” Tyler whispered, but Davey waved him off. He tried to busy himself with the pizza, but he was too curious about who was on the phone.
“Yeah. Great to hear from you. Uh-huh... Uh-huh... Yeah? Great. Oh, that’s awesome. We need to set up a meeting...uh...no, just to talk about details, work the sponsorship stuff out and expectations. We need a game plan. Oh, can you be in Jacksonville right after the first?”
Jacksonville? It must be Rico.
Davey kept on, “No...we’ll pay for it. There’s an awesome camp to really get your physical stamina up to speed for the season. We’re way behind as far as training. I’ll have to hire someone...” Davey laughed. “Uh...no, probably not.” Then he frowned.
Tyler was pretty sure it was Rico but didn’t know what the frowning was about.
Davey hung up and turned to Tyler. “That was Rico.”
“I guessed that much. So?”
“We’ll get him to Jacksonville. Whip him into shape. It’ll be fine.”
“Then why do you sound upset? Isn’t this what you wanted?
Don’t you already have people on standby for him?
” Tyler knew that was true. Davey had already put out a tentative contract to the high-tech training center in Jacksonville and hired Tim Albright to coach him.
They thought Tim would be a great fit for Rico.
“He wanted to know if you were going to be there.” Those eyebrows dipped down again.
“Stop it. I’m not going. What’d he say when you told him that?”
Davey shrugged. “He laughed but said he would still be there.”
“See?”
Davey shook his head. “I, uh...” He rubbed his eyebrow. “I’m afraid. He’s going to be a good racer. He’s going to win, and he’s going to be on our team.”
“That’s all good stuff. What are you afraid of?” Tyler rubbed Davey’s back, trying to soothe him.
“You. You’ll like him more. If not that, you’ll still flirt with him, and he’ll still come between us.”
“Oh, Davey.” Tyler sighed.
“I’m not stupid. I have eyes. Rico is like super-hot. Younger than me.”
“He’s not you.”
“He could end up being better than me.”
Tyler grabbed Davey’s shoulder and turned him around. “Maybe on a bike, but that’s it. And that’s not why I married you.”
“I know.”
Tyler laid his hand on Davey’s chest, covering his heart. “Do you know it here? Because that’s not any different from my own issues. You think you’re not good enough if you aren’t winning races?”
Davey nodded and bit down on his bottom lip.
Tyler touched his finger to it, pulling it out from between his teeth, and then he licked across it.
Davey leaned in, and their lips molded together.
Tyler kissed him, trying to give everything that Davey needed, trying to put all of his love into the heat of the kiss.
Davey licked at him, sharing his tongue and mouth.
His arms circled around Tyler, holding him tight.
They ended the kiss with quick pecks to the lips and a rubbing of noses.
“I just don’t want to do any of this without you, Ty.”
“And you won’t. You don’t have to. We’re partners. In this. The business. Our marriage. Our life. Forever. I meant that. Nothing’s changed.”
“Yeah, it has.”
Tyler started to argue, but Davey put his finger over Tyler’s lips.
“We’ve gotten stronger. Grown closer. We mean more to each other than ever before and we’re both maybe a little scared of losing that.”
Tyler kissed his finger. “Okay, maybe.”
“But all of that is better.”
“It’s only going to keep changing. As long as we talk, work our shit out, it’s going to keep getting better and better.” Tyler tucked his face into Davey’s neck, inhaling his scent, needing it around him. “Hey? Remember when all that shit first went down?”
“What? When we were first outed?”
“Yeah. Remember what you said?”
“No. About what?”
Tyler ran his hands through Davey’s soft hair. “You said we weren’t going to hide. We weren’t going to run, and we weren’t apologizing for any of it.”
“Yeah? I said that?” Davey smirked.
“Yeah. And you know what...” Tyler shook his head. “Nothing’s really changed. That’s still how we live our lives. Together.” He held Davey’s hand up and kissed his knuckles. “Holding hands and facing it together.”
“You’re a sap.”
“So are you.” Tyler kind of liked that about Davey.
“So...” Davey wrapped his arms around Tyler again and started swaying back and forth.
“What do you say we put the pizza on hold and take a few minutes in the bedroom? My body needs to get reacquainted with yours. Like right now.” He rolled his hips and Tyler could feel his cock pushing into him, hard and ready.
“I think I like that idea.”
“’Kay.”
Tyler turned the oven off, while Davey covered all of the toppings and the crusts that had been rolled out with cellophane wrap.
Then he took Tyler’s hand and led him down the hall as if Tyler didn’t know where the bedroom was.
Or maybe he thought Tyler would change his mind and run, but Tyler wasn’t doing any of that.
In the room, Davey slowly undressed Tyler and then pulled down the covers.
He nodded to the bed, gesturing for Tyler to get in.
Tyler climbed in while Davey stripped. When he turned back to get the lube before getting in bed, Tyler relished the sight of his sexy-as-fuck tattoo that skimmed down the center of his back.
He knew it marked out the areas that his cousin had been injured and paralyzed, but that didn’t stop the tribal marks from being intensely sexy.
They lay together side by side, skin on skin.
Davey rubbed Tyler’s shoulder and arm, while his foot stroked down Tyler’s calf.
Tyler wiggled closer enjoying the way Davey felt against him.
His hard chest brushing against Tyler’s own.
Their legs wrapped around each other and hands stroked across bare skin.
Davey nudged his nose through Tyler’s hair, and Tyler pushed his face up against Davey’s throat.
He smelled like pepperoni and tomato sauce, shampoo and his own scent lingering under that.
To Tyler, that was the best scent in the world.
Davey’s hands were in his hair, pulling him closer for a kiss. It was soft and delicate, touching his soul. Tyler rolled his hips forward, needing to be closer. “Make love to me, Davey. I need to feel you inside. Make me yours. Again.”
“I love you, baby,” he said softly as he rolled Tyler to his back. He snuggled into Tyler’s neck. Then he brushed a trail of kisses under his jaw and then up to Tyler’s lips. “Need you. Want you. I promise. I’m never going to leave you.”
“Thank you.”
“No. Don’t thank me for loving you. It’s my pleasure. Trust me.”
Tyler started to say something, but Davey crashed his lips over his and all thought left him. He only had feeling left, no words, just love.
Davey rubbed his palms down Tyler’s arms, across his abs, over his hip. He touched the top of Tyler’s cock, then gripped it tightly and stroked a few times. “You and me. Always.”
“Always...”
Davey grabbed the lube, shaking out a squirt onto his fingers.
He slid them into Tyler’s hole and wiggled them a bit before sliding out and back in.
Tyler pulled his knees up to his chest grabbing them, giving Davey plenty of room.
He didn’t spend too much time opening Tyler up, but Tyler was very relaxed and more than ready by the time Davey squirted more lube into his hand, then stroked his cock with it.
He pushed in, moving slowly. It only took a moment to get settled and then Davey pushed Tyler’s knees out and lowered himself down. “This okay? I want to feel you.”
“Yes.” Tyler’s breath rushed out of him.
He wrapped his legs around Davey’s back.
They were pressed together, chest against chest, Davey’s face nuzzling into his neck.
Davey slid forward and back, making shallow thrusts, barely there moves that somehow plowed through Tyler’s heart deeper than any other sex before it.
“I never wanted there to be one moment without you in it, not since the first second I laid eyes on you, Tyler.”
“Mmm...”
“I want to give you this. Give you everything.”
Tyler couldn’t speak. His brain was frozen in awe of Davey’s words, and his movements and the feel of his body pressed against his.
Davey pushed up on his forearms, on either side of Tyler’s head, and Tyler moved his feet to the bed, pushing his hips up more.
This new position allowed him to see Davey’s face and watch as it changed with each thrust of Davey’s hips.
His cock dragged slowly in and out, deeper but still leisurely. Davey looked down at him as if memorizing every inch of his face. Tyler wanted to memorize Davey, too. He reached up and cupped Davey’s cheek, feeling the scruff of a day’s growth under his palm.
“More...Davey...please...”
Davey’s face broke out into an enormous smile. “Yeah, baby, always more for you.” He kissed Tyler again, and then knelt up, grabbing Tyler’s legs. It was as if Davey needed to touch Tyler as much as possible.
He pushed in harder, faster, pulling and pushing across Tyler’s prostate. Tyler cried out. “Dave...Davey...can’t stop...”
“I won’t.”
“Gonna come.”
“Do it.”
Davey didn’t slow at all. He hammered into Tyler until Tyler was overcome with feeling, tingling and shaking as he came without touching his cock.
That’d happened a few times with Davey, but not often.
This time, though, was intense...bigger than him alone.
“Davey...” But Davey was right there with him.
His hand searing into his leg, thighs pressing together.
Davey’s body jerked and his face contorted.
Tyler could feel his cum shooting inside his ass, marking him again.
When they finished and cleaned up, Davey slid in behind him, spooning and holding him as if he still couldn’t touch Tyler enough. “Mine...” he growled and kissed the back of Tyler’s neck.
Tyler had never felt more wanted, owned. He had needed that moment. He closed his eyes and committed it to memory, never wanting to forget how perfect they were together at that moment.