Chapter 29 #2
He hated the fact that he’d given Parker a chance, knowing he was homophobic and an asshole.
Not one of Gavin’s finest moments. Lesson learned.
The backlash from it had almost cost him Jack Wolfe’s sponsorship.
They had hoped with BikeMax behind him, he’d focus on the racing and not whatever fucked-up agenda he had.
They’d been more than wrong. It had all come out in the worst way and left Parker doing time in the county jail.
He’d never be on a motocross track again.
Unless he wound up on someone’s private track, but Gavin didn’t see that happening.
Anyone with half a brain would stay a hundred miles away from that kid.
That didn’t mean he should be an asshole about it, especially to Johnny.
“Eh...that’s over. Don’t worry about it. ”
The Alpinesport medics finally got Cole off the track, and the officials lined the racers up along the initial straightaway in order of where they were when they red-flagged the race.
The team from Alpinesport were trained to handle on-the-track injuries, first aid, and other things like overheating, dehydrating, low blood sugar, and most other issues.
Gavin worried for Cole, though. Even with the first response from Alpinesport, his injuries could be extensive.
Career ending. That jolt echoed inside Gavin.
His memories of his own experience came too easily.
Once Lindt was off the track, they restarted the heat race.
Supercross stopped for no one. After the heat, they waited through the last chance qualifiers.
He pointed out a few of the guys in both divisions and why he liked them, but Johnny didn’t seem very interested.
He couldn’t blame him. Gavin’s eyes would glass over if Johnny talked to him about debits and credits and amortization schedules.
Gavin had a finance degree. He’d learned all about that stuff, but it bored the hell out of him.
How had he actually made it through school?
The announcers called Craige The California Kid and chatted on about the rookie. Johnny smiled wide and gripped Gavin’s shoulder with excitement, making Gavin sit a little taller in his seat. His excitement for Gavin and his new team made him all gooey inside.
The big bikes revved loudly, lined up behind the starting gates. Fireworks exploded, amping the crowd up. Johnny held on to Gavin’s arm. “They’re ready!”
“Here we go!” Gavin timed his words perfectly with the gate drop.
Twenty-one 450 bikes tore across the dirt, gunning for the holeshot.
The first turn angled out ninety degrees to the left, followed by the rhythm section that took Cole Lindt out, but none of them slowed.
The announcers claimed Chad Regal took the holeshot.
Craige got caught up in a pack of racers near the center. Gavin couldn’t see Tate.
The racers flew around the next turn to the right and dug into the beach sand.
Out of the center of the pack, a light blue jersey emerged, doing a wheelie and leaving the others bogged down behind him.
Craige pulled into second place with nearly a two-second gap between him and Regal.
The names popped up on the big screen, and Regal’s face was displayed on the giant pole in the center of the track.
It showed the race leaders, Chad Regal, Craige Lee, and Hardy Baxter, who sat at eleventh in points and was overdue for a good race.
“Oh, gosh! Where’s Tate?” Johnny’s eyes scanned over the track. “Where’s the leader?”
“Look at those little lights, by the turns. They light up when the leader passes. See? There.” As Regal passed the marker at the bridge to the over-under, it lit up.
“Gotcha. Why didn’t I know that?”
“It’s different on TV. You don’t see those. You don’t need them.”
“Yeah, whatever. I do go to a lot of races. So where’s Tate?”
Gavin focused on the track. “He’s fifth right now, but about to pass Lane Rose.
He’s pushing hard.” Rose rode for Princeton, and he made a decent competitor, but the greatest racers could take a bad start and fight their way back to the front.
It made it harder to get on the podium, but it could be done.
Tate had good instincts and talent, good coaches, and a lot of spirit. He could do it.
Tate rounded the turn closest to where Gavin and Johnny sat and cut Rose off, pulling ahead in a classic move. Johnny squealed, “Taaate!”
Gavin tried to hide his smile, but Johnny caught him and punched him in the shoulder. “Ow!”
“Why are you laughing at me?”
“For someone who hates Supercross, you seem to be getting into it.” He laughed at Johnny’s pouty face.
“I don’t care for it, not my favorite, but I have to support Tate. The guys I know. And Craige.” Johnny rolled his eyes. “Shut up. It’s not that bad. Okay? Watch the race, you!”
Gavin would much rather watch Johnny watching the race. It made him happy to see Johnny excited about his sport. Gavin still connected to Supercross, deeply, passionately, even if he couldn’t be the one to race.
Tate took the dangerous rhythm section with a quad, screaming into the turn, passing Baxter and gunning for Craige, who chased Regal.
“Wow! Now, this is exciting. Who do I cheer for? Tate or Craige?” Johnny slid to the edge of his seat, leaning forward.
“Wait and see who wins.”
The announcers chatted excitedly about the California Kid running down the former champion, Chad Regal.
There was no way Craige Lee could challenge for points this season since he’d missed too much of the first half of the season, but he could definitely be a spoiler for the points leaders.
The current standings put Tate in first with Cole Lindt in second, but with this new injury, he would quickly drop for sure.
No way could he return the following week, and depending on the severity of those injuries, he might have been knocked out for the season. Hopefully not forever.
“Ahh! Look!” Johnny bounced in his seat. “Tate!”
Craige and Tate raced head to head, jumping parallel and both digging hard through the whoops section, but Tate was a little better.
He used his long legs to his advantage, and when they turned the next corner, Tate went for it hard, passing Craige.
Gavin could hardly be sad about it with the way Tate rode.
He moved aggressively but stayed safe, and his determination showed.
With the countdown clock out of time and one lap to go, Craige closed in, challenging Tate again, and both quickly gained time on Regal.
Then everything happened at once. Tate pulled up even to Regal, and Baxter came from behind.
He got into Craige’s back tire. Craige fell.
Taking the very last turn before the finish line, Tate pulled ahead of Regal.
Craige got up and took off like a rocket, but he didn’t have enough time to catch Baxter.
Fireworks went off as Tate crossed in first with Regal right behind him.
Craige crossed the finish line fourth, right behind Hardy Baxter.
“Oh.” Johnny turned sad eyes to Gavin. He’d been around enough to know that fourth didn’t get to stand on the podium.
“It’s okay. I never expected him to be challenging this hard this soon. I’m happy with that. Come on, let’s head to the pit.”
Only six races remained on the schedule for the season. So far, Craige had done better than he’d expected. If he continued to race like that, he’d get the endorsements, and the following year, he could be a points contender. Gavin held his head high, proud that he’d made the right call with Craige.
They were hanging in the pit after the race. Gavin flipped through his tablet. Johnny nudged his shoulder, staying close. “Whatcha doing?”
“Trying to book an appointment for tomorrow afternoon to see about getting the California Kid an endorsement. He seems to be motivated by that type of thing.” He nodded to where Craige laughed with the mechanics, talking about the race.
His hands moved around in the air, animated by the adrenaline still pumping in his veins.
“Okay. When can we get back to the hotel?”
“In a minute. Almost done.”
Clay Preston had come out for the races, even though he wasn’t racing in the East division, to show his team support. He leaned in closer to Gavin. “Hey, boss, if Craige’s money-motivated in this sport, he’ll never get anywhere.”
“No, it’s not the money, but rather what it means. He feels like when you’re good, you get the endorsements, the credit, the respect. He was more concerned with his number on his plate than his annual salary. Does that make sense?”
“I get it. We all want to be the best, and that’s what he equates sponsorships and endorsements with...but be careful. It’s a tricky balance, and he won’t ever be the best if he doesn’t have a passion for the dirt.”
“True.”
“Can we go?” Johnny asked, interrupting with another pout. The cock cage he wore under those loose khaki pants had to be bugging him.
“Yes, my love. Let’s go.” Gavin kissed the top of Johnny’s head and took his hand, leading him out. He was more than ready to get Johnny back to the hotel and get that cage off.
Back at the hotel room, Gavin had barely closed the door before Johnny stripped his clothes off, dropping them on the floor. “I’m hot...Gav!”
“Mmm...you are. Get on the bed, Johnny.”
He scrambled up and stretched out over the expensive comforter. Gavin pulled his keys out of his pocket and slid the tiny silver one off the ring. “You ready?”
“More than.”
He unlocked the cage and pulled it off, tossing it aside. He lifted Johnny’s cock and balls, inspecting him and enjoying how quickly his cock grew in his hand. “No chaffing?”
“No. It’s fine. Fu—”
“What? What were you going to say?”
“Fuck me.” Johnny looked up at him with big eyes hiding behind his glasses. “Please,” he added.
“You know I will. Glasses off.” Johnny yanked them off and handed them to Gavin. He collected the equipment and set it with Johnny’s glasses on the dresser. “I’m going to fuck you all right, but I think you deserve a reward first. You’ve been so good, wearing that all day without complaint.”
Johnny snorted. “I complained, just not to you.”
That shocked Gavin. “Who’d you tell?”
“No one.” Johnny shook his head. “I kept the complaints to myself.” His smug grin had Gavin crawling up his body, ready to take that smart mouth.
“Oh, you did, huh?” Before Johnny could answer, Gavin kissed him.
Hard, long, and demanding. He wanted everything Johnny could give him.
He wanted lips pressed tight and tongues sliding together.
He wanted to breathe in the air Johnny exhaled.
He took it all. When he finally pulled back, Johnny was as breathless as he was.
“Mmm...I like that. You’re such a good boy. ”
Johnny’s mouth hung open slightly, and he panted hard. With his hair already messed up, he looked quite debauched. Gavin liked everything about him.
He slid over Johnny’s body. He gave one of his nipples a tweak along the way and mouthed at his tender flesh between his ribs and his hip, then nuzzled his nose under Johnny’s balls.
“Relax, babe. I’ve got you.” He flicked his tongue over Johnny’s cockhead, loving the moan Johnny made when he did it.
He wanted to hear every moan, groan, and whimper, he could drag out of him.
Gavin slid his lips over Johnny’s hard cock, slobbering profusely, making it nice and wet.
The slurping sounds he made mingled in the air with Johnny’s sigh.
He bobbed his head, taking Johnny all the way in.
Johnny’s dick was thin and long, mimicking Johnny’s body type perfectly.
He held it at the base, so it stood out. “You’re so perfect.”
Johnny groaned then, begging for more. “Gav...”
With a little chuckle, Gavin got back to work.
He sucked that cock in again, twisting his tongue and letting his spit drip out as he moved.
He fingered Johnny’s balls, then tugged them as he worked Johnny’s cock.
He sped up his motions until Johnny bucked his hips.
Then Gavin held him tightly, wrapping an arm over his hips to settle him.
He could imagine how Johnny felt. Held down and loved on, forced to take it. Gavin worked him harder, faster. Johnny made more noises that Gavin couldn’t even explain. Gavin kept at him, tugging his balls, sucking his cock, letting his tongue lathe over Johnny’s dick as he moved.
“Right...there. Gav! Now, now, now!” Johnny came hard. Gavin proudly swallowed.