Chapter twelve New Year’s Eve #2
“Let’s not talk.” Davey’s lips found Tyler’s neck, under his jaw.
Tyler wanted more than that. He shifted and pressed his lips against Davey’s.
They were warm and comfortable, yet still exciting as he snaked his tongue inside.
Davey opened, willingly. He touched Tyler’s face as they kissed.
It felt like Davey thought he was special—precious. It was just what Tyler needed.
The passion between them built, and Davey slid his hand underneath Tyler’s Green Lantern t-shirt.
He’d worn that one because Davey always said it brought out the green in his eyes, but that hardly mattered when Davey pulled the hem up over his head, yanking the shirt off and dropping it to the garage floor.
He stared into Davey’s eyes then. He was right. Things would always change, but as long as Davey looked at him like that, his blue eyes shining with love and need, Tyler knew they’d get through it. “I love you, Davey.”
Davey pulled him closer, rubbing his hands up Tyler’s back and laying the side of his face against Tyler’s chest. “I love you, too, baby. More than I can say. You make everything worth it. You’re everything. Without you...no, I can’t think about that.”
Tyler kissed the top of his head. “Then don’t.”
They changed positions, shifting until Davey was leaning back against the gas tank.
They worked together to tug his jeans down.
Tyler had his feet on the ground on either side of the bike.
It was a large touring bike, customized for Davey’s father.
They had taken the back end accessories off of it, though, so Tyler had no problem squatting down over the rear fender.
He ran his fingers over Davey’s crotch where his cock was hidden behind his blue briefs.
Tyler snorted, knowing there would be a Superman emblem on the other side of them.
That didn’t stop him, though. The crown of Davey’s dick popped out of the top of the waistband, begging for attention, and Tyler was more than happy to give it to him.
He leaned over and licked the slit, making Davey gasp. He rolled the waistband down, exposing more of his cock. He licked around the crown, lapping at it, wanting more in his mouth and down his throat. Davey lifted his hips so Tyler could yank his briefs farther down.
“You’re so sexy like this, Davey.”
“Show me,” Davey breathed out, his voice husky.
Tyler winked at him and then squatted down again, thankful for all the time he put in the gym. He took Davey’s cock down his throat, sucking and bobbing his head.
“My God!” Davey’s hands dove into Tyler’s curls. He loved the gentle pull on his hair as he sucked Davey off, and it didn’t take long for Davey to react to how much he loved it. His hips jerked, as he fucked up into Tyler’s mouth and he moaned loudly.
Tyler grabbed Davey’s hips and held him still. “Don’t want you to fall off.”
Davey grabbed his cock and held it out to Tyler.
He couldn’t resist and set at it again. This time, he was determined not to stop until he had everything Davey had to offer him.
He sucked, slurped, and licked, loving the feel of Davey’s cock in his mouth and the sounds he made as he pleasured Davey.
“So good, baby,” Davey grunted, his hips trying to move again, but Tyler held him tight. “Oh...oh...”
Tyler wasn’t sure if it was just that his orgasm had built up, or if it was because Tyler had held him down, but it had Davey shooting like a rocket.
He’d never held Davey down like that, even though he was capable of it.
He outweighed Davey by a good thirty pounds, and that was solid muscle.
Regardless, Davey seemed to like it. His body went ridged, and he made low noises as he came.
Tyler sucked it up, greedily, swallowing it all—every drop—and finishing up by licking any excess off of Davey’s dick and balls, until he groaned and pushed Tyler’s head away.
“Fuck, baby, that was so good.” He stretched up as Tyler leaned forward, meeting in a kiss that was hotter, deeper, more passionate than the ones they’d shared earlier. “Ah...I can taste myself on your tongue. Do you know how fuckin’ hot that is?”
Tyler couldn’t answer, because Davey was pushing into him, his tongue darting in and out of his mouth like it was as greedy for the taste as Tyler had been.
Tyler gave him all he wanted, and when Davey pulled back, Tyler was rock hard.
Davey eyed his crotch. He had to see how hard he’d made Tyler.
“I know we don’t flip a lot, but, uh, I want you to fuck me, Ty.
Right here.” He reached behind his leg and patted the tank.
“There’s no lube out here. Let’s just go in.”
“Unh-uh...I brought some out earlier.” Davey whipped his leg over the bike and moved to the shelves next to the door. He reached up and grabbed the bottle he’d stashed there and brought it back to Tyler, like some great prize.
Tyler chuckled at that. “You think of everything, huh?”
“Sometimes.”
Tyler took the lube and stood up. He manhandled Davey into position, leaning over the bike with his ass in the air.
“Let me get you ready first. It’s been a while.
” Tyler’s dick twitched thinking about getting it inside of Davey’s very tight, hot hole.
He spent a good bit of time opening Davey up with his fingers until they were both too impatient to wait any longer.
“Lay back over the seat.” He wanted to keep his own feet on the floor, just in case.
He helped Davey lie back on the seat, his shoulders across the center and his right thigh actually leaning on the tank.
Most of his body was slightly diagonal across the seat, but his ass hung over the edge a bit, enough for Tyler to hold him up by his ass and still feel like he had control of both Davey and the bike.
“Is this good?” Davey held the side of the bike with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other. He started stroking it, getting it harder, ready for a second round.
“Yeah.” Tyler lined up and pushed in slowly.
Davey’s head fell back, hanging off of the bike and he moaned. “Oh God...baby...”
“I’ve got you.” He slid in slow and steady until his entire cock had disappeared into Davey’s hole. It gripped around him, scorching and clinging. “Your ass feels so damn good. Uh...remind me why we waited so long to do this again?”
Davey chuckled at that, and Tyler knew he could move. He started slowly, but it felt so good, he was quickly pounding hard into Davey. Every moan and sigh Davey made had him turned on that much more. On top of that, it smelled like sex. That particular musky smell that only meant one thing—fucking.
Tyler groaned as he fucked into Davey, the bike rocking with every thrust. He felt his orgasm building and started to chase it, canting his hips at different angles until he hit the best spot.
Davey groaned loudly, and Tyler knew he couldn’t hold back.
He covered Davey’s hand with his own, helping him stroke it.
Just as he started to come, Davey exploded.
Cum shot out over his chest, and abs and his hole locked down tight on Tyler’s cock.
Tyler’s body seized up. He shot his load inside of Davey so hard his entire body tingled.
When he could finally move again, he half draped himself over Davey, feeling the sweat and cum rubbing into his skin.
“So good, Ty...” Davey’s eyes were closed, and his expression was utterly blissed out.
“Mm...for me too. But, now I want a shower and bed, and we have guests.” They would not be able to traipse naked through the house, which was probably the only drawback he could think of for sex on the Harley.
“Okay. Well, my leg is starting to cramp. Let’s go.
” Tyler helped Davey up and watched his lean muscles as he stretched.
The wrench tattooed on his hip reminded him of all they’d been through.
He looked down at the tattoo on his own hip—the race plate with the red and blue numbers, 27.
They were marked on their skin, marked in their hearts.
Davey followed his line of sight to the ink. “Any regrets?”
“About what?”
“This? Us?” He thumbed over Tyler’s tattoo.
“No. None. No way. I love you. Always.”
Davey kissed him again. Every time like the last, like the first, touched him right down to his soul.
“You’re everything for me, too, Davey. That.
..” He shook his head and clasped the side of Davey’s face, gazing deep into his eyes, so blue and full of love that they were hypnotic. “That will never change.”
“Good.” Davey bent over and grabbed the shirt and tossed it at him. “Get dressed.”
When they were both dressed, Tyler looked around the garage. “That was great.”
“Yeah. You ready?”
Tyler nodded.
“Good. Race you!”
~end