Chapter 5
Chapter five
Waiting
Davey was true to his word. The party was huge—bigger than New Year’s. He didn’t even know all the people there. Many were from Apex, and not only from the race team. They must have thrown out an open invitation.
Pilot and his guys were there, but he wasn’t tending bar. Apex had brought in a professional crew and set up two of them, one inside near the kitchen and one outside by the pool. There was also catered food and loud music. But no Dillon.
Everyone wanted to talk to Rico, shake his hand.
They acted like he’d won the championship.
He could only shake his head. His coach, Tim, said it was because he showed potential.
Rico knew better. Supercross riders were only one race away from crash and burn and losing it all.
One too many losses, one too many accidents, one too many missed jumps, and you were out.
At least when he had been privateering, he had control over it.
If he made enough money, he raced. End of story.
Everything was different since he’d signed with Apex Racing.
With Davey. Living in his house, training on his track, hoping to date his cousin.
He scanned the crowd again, looking for signs of the one person he wanted to see. He caught a glimpse of Tyler and Davey slinking out the garage door. Those two always had a way of disappearing together. He chuckled, wishing it could be him and Dillon disappearing.
It was hours later when the party started thinning out. People headed toward home or hotels or wherever the hell they’d come from. Rico was glad since the party really hadn’t been fun.
Davey and Tyler reappeared. Pilot and his guys were still around. They were crashing in a guest room, and so was Angel and Stewart. A few other people were crashing in the living room.
Rico took a long drink of his water and planned on hitting the bed himself.
Then the front gate buzzed. Davey went to the intercom system and answered it then turned to give Rico a strange look. “One more guest coming up.”
Rico’s heart stopped beating. He held his breath. He thought he was going to pass out before the front door finally-finally opened, and Dillon wheeled himself in. He stopped in the foyer and waved at Rico.
Rico waved back, but he hadn’t started breathing yet. He exhaled long and slow as he made his way over to Dillon. “Hey! Who’s with you?” He hoped like hell the girl from the New Year’s party wouldn’t be barging in at any second.
“No one. I used my driving service.” He looked perplexed.
“Good.” Rico leered at Dillon. He looked damn good in a button-down with a leather jacket over it.
A few of the top buttons had been left open, giving a hint of his chest, and making Rico want to see so much more.
The black leather against his cheek only emphasized his blue eyes, a deep, rich blue like the silk gown his mother had worn to go to some fund-raising event.
That had been years and years ago, when Rico had been eight years old, but he’d always remember that dark blue dress and the way his mother had delighted in spinning around in it.
Showing off. Dillon’s eyes were like that, ultramarine and sparkling with mischief.
“Come on in, man. Want a drink or something?”
“Maybe a soda?”
“‘Kay.” Rico raced over to the bar and grabbed a couple of sodas. By the time he made it back to Dillon, he was in the center of the living room.
Dancing.
He spun his chair around then stopped to throw his hands in the air. He shook his shoulders and bobbed his head, smiling brightly. The music had a great beat. Rico wanted to join him, but he only watched from the side.
Someone bumped into his arm, and he turned to see Angel smiling up at him with a crooked grin. “You have heart-eyes.”
“What?”
She stood on her toes and leaned in closer. “Heart-eyes.” She nodded to Dillon. “Go dance already.” She grabbed the drinks out of his hands.
“I-I don’t dance. Don’t know how.” Rico didn’t know what to do, but he let her take the sodas. He wanted to be out there.
“Bullshit. Everyone can dance. Go out there and move.” As if it were that easy.
Maybe it was.
He took a deep breath. He wanted it. Fuck it!
Dillon was dancing without legs, surely Rico could manage something.
He pulled up all the swagger he could muster and strutted out to the middle of the living room—the dance floor.
He took Dillon’s hand when he stopped in front of him. “Hey, babe—let’s boogie!”
Dillon laughed and shook his body. And danced.
So did Rico.
They circled each other, exchanging heated glances. Rico rolled his hips sensually. Dillon licked his bottom lip. Rico grabbed his crotch and shimmied in closer. “Wanna get outta here?”
“Where we going?”
“My room?”
Dillon snorted. “This seems like a bad 80s movie or something.”
Rico gripped his hand and pulled him closer, the wheels rolling easily across the floor. “Whatever. Come on.”
“Okay, move. I’ll follow you.”
Rico didn’t want to let go of his hand. Instead, he turned around and held it behind him. “Keep up,” he called over his shoulder and moved down the hall to his room. Dillon kept up.
He opened the door, and let Dillon in. He rolled over to the bed and then flipped himself up and out of the chair and onto the bed with an incredible flex of hot, muscled biceps and shoulders.
“Damn, Dillon. You look good in my bed.” It was a double bed, and Rico wasn’t sure they’d both fit, but he figured they’d have fun trying. He crawled in over Dillon’s legs and straddled his waist. “This okay?” he whispered. His face was so close to Dillon’s.
“Yeah...” He breathed the word into Rico’s mouth a second before Rico devoured his lips. He slid his tongue between them. Dillon tasted salty and warm and one hundred percent Dillon. He could kiss that sweet mouth forever.
Dillon moaned and pushed against Rico’s chest. “Hey, uh, before we get too heavy, how far do you want this to go?”
“That’s up to you, Dillon. I don’t want to push you.” He slid to the side to lie beside Dillon. “I don’t know what this is.”
“Me either.”
“I will admit I was jealous as hell of that chick—”
“I know. I didn’t mean to go there. It was a mistake. I’m sorry.”
They lay facing each other, breathing each other’s air, staring into each other’s eyes.
The moment felt heavy. “Okay...” Rico gave in and took Dillon’s mouth again.
This time the kiss was heated and lingering with hands moving, touching and rubbing, but Rico wanted more.
He needed to get his hands on some skin.
He unbuttoned a few of Dillon’s shirt buttons and slid his hand inside, feeling smooth, hot skin.
He quickly found a nipple and flicked it with his thumb, making Dillon moan a little. “I want to taste all your sounds.”
Dillon giggled. “Man, you are so cheesy.”
“You love it.”
“Sorta.” Dillon threaded his fingers through Rico’s thick hair. “I haven’t been with anyone, though. Not her. Not anyone else. Not in a very long time, and I do mean very.”
“Me either.”
Dillon scoffed. “Not sure I believe that. You seem so confident.”
“Confident? Yeah, I guess, but that doesn’t always translate into sex or relationships. I’m not a player. I flirt like hell.” They both laughed at that, knowing how true it was. “I try, but it doesn’t normally get me anywhere.”
Dillon leaned closer and kissed him. “It does with me.”
Rico smiled against his lips. “You’ve no idea how surprising that is.”
“Why don’t you turn off the light, and we’ll figure it out.”
Rico let out a long groan. “You’re killing me.” But he got up and flipped the light switch off.
He pulled his shirt off before getting back in the bed, and he was happy to find Dillon moving around to get his own shirt off. A moment later, they lay chest to chest, skin on skin. Rico’s dick pressed hard against his pants, and he couldn’t help another groan as he reached down to adjust himself.
“Why don’t you just unzip them?” Dillon asked. Rico suddenly wanted to see those dark blue eyes, the expression in them, but his eyes hadn’t adjusted yet.
“Yeah...” He sighed and opened his fly. “What about you?”
“I’m not hard yet. It takes longer and usually some fondling.” The quiver in his voice was heartbreaking. He couldn’t have Dillon upset. Not now. Not while they were in bed.
“That’s not a problem. In fact...” Rico shuffled closer and slid his fingers into the waistband of Dillon’s pants. “I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”
“Good.”
They wiggled together, hands searching for skin, shoving clothes out of the way until they were both naked and pressed together. “Dillon...” His name was a sigh on Rico’s lips. He grabbed Dillon’s half-hard cock and caressed him. Slowly, he started getting a little harder. “Is this okay?”
“Oh, yeah. Perfect.” Dillon’s hips jerked forward. “I feel it. I can move my hips, but none of it is the same as before.”
“I don’t care about that. I wanna make you feel good. That’s all.”
“It feels good. Better than.”
Rico searched in the dark for skin to kiss.
He landed on Dillon’s throat under his scruffy jaw.
He thrust his hips forward, punching his dick into Dillon’s body.
He wanted more. More flesh, more kisses, more everything.
Especially more Dillon. “Come here.” He reached around to Dillon’s back and yanked him tighter against his chest. He clutched at Dillon’s now fully hard dick and pressed his own against it. “Wanna make you come.”
“Rico—”
“I know.” He stroked their dicks together, thrusting into his hand.
“No, stop.”
“What?”
Stop? What was he saying? Rico froze.
“You don’t understand. Wait a second, okay?” Dillon sounded desperate but not in the way Rico wanted.
“What’s going on? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, no. Not at all. But.” He huffed out a loud sigh. “I might not come. And if I do, it might only be a little bit. It might even feel like I came, but not have, you know, actual jizz.”
“Oh.” Rico’s brain had stopped working, unsure of what it all meant. “Is that important?”
“Not to me. But some...” The hurt in Dillon’s voice was unmistakable. Had someone else made him feel bad over such a small thing? Fuck them!
“Dillon, man. I told you I want you to feel good. I wanna make you feel good. If it doesn’t?
Well, we can try something else. If you’re okay with not having actual semen shooting across the room and possibly in my eye, then I’m okay with that.
” He chuckled. He tried to lighten the mood by being silly then held his breath, hoping it had worked.
At first, Dillon didn’t say anything. He didn’t move. Then he started shaking. Rico thought he was crying or convulsing. He put a hand on Dillon’s shoulder. Then Dillon burst out laughing. “You.” More laughing. “Ridiculous. Asshole.”
“Asshole?”
“For. Making me. Laugh.” He caught his breath. “Damn.”
Rico didn’t know what to say, but he laughed a bit himself. “Come on, let’s fuck.”
“Who said anything about fucking?”
“You know what I mean.” He fumbled around, lining their dicks back up. Thankfully, they were both still pretty hard. “Come on.”
“Okay, lover. I’ll try.”
Rico went back to jacking them off together. He pressed his face into Dillon’s throat. He wanted every bit of Dillon he could get. Their legs tangled together. Dicks rubbed each other. Lips kissed skin.
Rico picked up the pace, tightening his grip and twisting his fist. Dillon’s hips punched in and out in short strokes. His moan was the sexiest thing Rico had ever heard in his life.
“Feel good?” Rico asked between strokes.
“Fuck, yeah.”
“Good.” He fucked into his fist, against Dillon’s cock. Their balls slapped together. “I’m gonna...” He rolled his hips again and flicked his thumb over the top of his cock. He exploded, shooting off stars behind his eyes as well as his jizz over his fist. “Damn.”
Dillon grunted. “Almost.”
Rico swiped his dirty thumb over Dillon’s crown.
“There.” Dillon made a strangled noise, and his whole body shook. After a moment, he relaxed on the bed beside Rico. “I think I might have actually squirted there.”
Rico chuckled. “Seemed like you came to me.”
“Fucking felt like it.”
“That’s what matters.”
“You’re too fucking unreal, Rico. You know that?”
“No, I don’t. I’m not.” He was a normal adult with all the normal needs of an adult, and so was Dillon. He made up his mind to show Dillon exactly that.