Chapter 15
Chapter fifteen
Slade
Practice Track, North Carolina
At the practice track, the BikeMax team changed things up to better simulate Nashville’s track.
They were trying to give Clay an edge, but it was helping me too.
After a few laps, I started doing a quad jump over the rhythm section where the others were only getting a double-double, in Clay’s case, or in Nate’s a single-triple.
Nate wouldn’t be racing at Nashville, this was only extra track time for him, but it helped us have another competitor to simulate race conditions with.
Clay wasn’t getting it, though, and that temper of his was starting to show. “What the fuck, dude?”
I rolled my eyes. I’d gotten to know him enough by now that I knew he wasn’t mad at me but pissed off at himself. “Breathe, Clay. You’ve got this.” I did hand motions to show him what I was doing.
“Okay, okay. I think I got it. I’ll follow behind you another lap, then see if I can do it.”
It actually took two more laps before Clay mastered the quad, but Nate was still missing it. Coop joined us to try and help, while my dad pulled me to the side. “I’ve got your bike.” Coop held it, so I could talk with Dad and we walked over to the side, so we were out of the way.
“I think we’re practicing with them too much. I’m going to ask Tweed to find a different track.” Dad scrunched up his face as if associating with the BikeMax crew was distasteful.
“What why? I think this is helping—”
“Them.” He pointed at Clay and Nate. “It’s helping them.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Like you were when you ditched Maya? What was that all about?”
“Maya? What? I didn’t ditch anyone. She was there with Brooke.”
He snorted and not in a fun way. “She was there for you.”
“I didn’t ask her to be.”
“So, you were rude running off with Clay instead. I think you’re associating too much—”
“I’m seeing him.” The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them.
“What?” Dad’s eyes flew open wide like saucers.
“Clay.” I exhaled loudly. “I’m seeing him. As in dating.”
Dad cursed and walked away, but he stopped and put his hands on his hips. I waited, having seen this routine before. Finally, he turned around and came back. “I thought that was just because you weren’t into Maya. You’re not gay.”
“Yes, I am.”
“Since when?”
“For being so observant, you sure miss a lot.” I shook my head. Sometimes Dad only saw what he wanted to see. Maybe we were all like that, though.
Tweed jogged over to us with a worried expression on his face. It was probably the most concern I’d seen from him since we started working together. “What’s going on? Sorry I’m late.” He glanced back and forth between Dad and me.
Dad flicked his hand in the air and walked off.
“I’m getting the quad. Easy-peasy.”
Coop hollered at us. “Hey, can I borrow the bike for a lap?”
I said yes while Tweed said no. I glared at him. “You guys wanted me to be here and train with them. So?”
“Fine. It’s your bike.” He threw his hands up in the air. There seemed to be a lot of animosity going on. This might have been something Dad and Tweed had been talking about, which didn’t make me happy at all.
We practiced for a while then took the bikes to the mechanics where Andrew and Pete took them. We talked about the performance, and Coop said he wanted to test the bikes in the morning before they started.
That’s where my part ended, so I turned and walked away with the whole day on my mind. Clay followed me. “What’s wrong?”
“Everything feels off.”
“Let’s go blow off steam.”
“What do you have in mind?” Clay was about the only thing I felt good about, and spending more time with him sounded perfect.
“Cole is in Atlanta with Nix, and he gave me the keys to their guest house. We can swim, relax. Or whatever.” Cole and Nix had built a house near the track when Cole first signed on to BikeMax, but apparently, they still had property in Atlanta as well.
Hanging out away from the track for an afternoon? Yeah, that sounded like heaven.
“I like swimming, but the whatever part sounds even better.”
“Let’s go.” He hurried off with me right behind him, just close enough to check out his ass.
We drove over in the beater truck Clay kept at the track and parked it around the side of the house.
The place was nice, not a mansion, but not tiny either.
We didn’t go in the main house but entered through the back gate.
The pool was a long narrow stretch built for laps but had one end wider with a niche behind a waterfall coming from a hot tub.
On closer inspection, the water was being pumped up from the pool, but when you looked at it straight on it gave the illusion it came from the hot tub.
Either way, I wanted to put both to good use.
It was still cool in April for North Carolina, but the pool was heated.
We changed into swim trunks and rinsed off under the outdoor shower before jumping in.
After a few laps, we swam behind the waterfall to check out the grotto.
The walls were fabricated to look like rocks, so it felt like a secret cave. Clay pushed me up against the side and mouthed down my neck. “Ready for a distraction?”
“Born ready for this kind.”
He slid his fingers under the waistband and into my shorts.
I wasn’t opposed to that, but it was tight.
I pulled the drawstring, to untie it, giving the elastic room to move.
Clay grabbed my cock and kissed me. I wanted to touch him, too.
After a few minutes of groping, our trunks were shoved down our hips, and our cocks were both hard.
“Uh, maybe it’s not a good idea for us to come in the pool.” I reluctantly let Clay go.
He snorted. “No pissing, no coming.”
“It’s only polite.”
“Then I’ll race you to the guest house.”
The main house was much bigger than the one he had keys to.
It was a smaller building off to the side of the pool, but it was big enough for us.
Our wet trunks were dropped in the front area that looked like it had been designed for exactly that and hung our towels on the pegs.
We stood there looking at each other. Beyond the two massive erections, there was something else between us.
“What?” Clay asked.
“Wow.”
“Really?”
“I’m not sure if I want to race you to the bedroom or if we should just hit the couch.” I wanted him near me. Close and fast.
“Couch is closer.”
With the decision made, we ran for the living room, but after getting there, we took our time, touching and exploring, discovering each other more than before.
We touched everywhere. Every time we’d been together before had been too quick.
Now we had a chance to linger with kisses and hands rubbing each other.
Our bodies, side by side, touching thighs and chests.
“I want to taste you,” Clay whispered in my ear, his breath hot.
All I could manage was a nod. Clay flicked his thumb over one of my nipples and smirked at me before mouthing over my stomach and making me squirm. “That’s not what I thought you meant.”
“It wasn’t.” He moved lower, and the butterflies in my stomach ran rampant when he licked over the head of my cock.
I’d never had a blow job before. The most experience I’d had was hand jobs or watching each other jack off.
There hadn’t been time or the opportunity in my life.
It was dirt bikes and racetracks from sunup to night fall for years.
Plus, I’d home schooled, so the typical high school interaction wasn’t something I’d had.
I hadn’t felt like I missed anything, though.
Honestly, I was ecstatic that Clay was my first for everything.
The hot, wet suction pulled at my cock as his mouth slid up and down over me. I’d never felt anything like it, and it was so much better than I’d imagined. Why had we waited so long?
I couldn’t contain myself, and I shoved my fingers into his soft hair. He moaned around my cock, and that was it. I lost it. “Clay…” I practically screamed as I came, flooding his mouth. My eyes widened as he swallowed it all—every last drop. Then he licked the tip, making me flinch.
“Good?” he asked.
“Fucking fantastic.” I pulled him up to me and kissed him, tasting the saltiness of my spend on his tongue. “Can I try that?”
“On me?”
“Duh.”
“Hell yeah.”
Double the firsts for the day. Actually, there were a lot of first for the day, and one of them was seeing this naked man as we changed positions. He was gorgeous and all mine.
I explored his body with hands and tongue, angling my way down as I built up the nerve.
I’d never backed down from a challenge, though, and I wanted Clay to experience what he’d given me.
My heart pounded in my chest because I needed this so badly.
I stuck my tongue out and took a swipe. It tasted just like the rest of his skin.
Then I went for it. I sucked his cock into my mouth until I choked on it.
“Put your hand at the bottom.”
“Oh yeah.” I grabbed the base of his cock and tried again, this time keeping the head from hitting the back of my throat.
I tugged his cock, pulling the skin up and down along his length with my hand as I sucked.
My neck and shoulders were aching by the time he came, but I gave him the same treatment when he did, sucking it all in and swallowing.
Afterward we squeezed together on the couch. “How was that?” Clay asked.
“Better than Twizzlers.”
He ruffled my hair and laughed. “Dork.”
“Your dork.”
He didn’t say anything after that, and even though I wanted to ask him what he was thinking, I didn’t. I didn’t want to hear it if he didn’t feel the same, especially right then. Instead, I snuggled into him and closed my eyes, appreciating the content feeling that washed over me.
A phone ringing woke me up. I slowly opened my eyes, barely remembering where I was, but then I had my arms full of Clay, and our legs were twisted together.
I didn’t want to move, but my phone was blaring.
I got up and found my jeans where I’d dropped them when we’d changed before.
Was that hours ago? It was my dad calling. I missed it but called right back.
“Where the hell are you?” he answered.
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Like hell it doesn’t. You didn’t come home last night.” Guess that answered my question. We’d slept through the night.
“This isn’t home, and I know you’re my dad, but I’m an adult.”
“Geez, kid. I’m just worried about you. Are you with Clay because no one can find him either?”
“Yes. We’ll both be at the track in a little while.”
“Fine.”
Clay sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Was that your dad?”
“Yeah. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going.”
“Mm…it’s hard for them to let go. You should have seen how my folks reacted the first time I was off with BikeMax. Geez, I was only seventeen then. They wanted me to call them like ten times a day.”
“That’s crazy.”
“I know, right? Well, they’ve backed off since then. But I was younger than you. That was three years ago.”
“I feel like a baby.”
“Not.”
“I love my dad, but maybe it’s time to break away. If I had another deal, I would consider it. But I signed for this season and motocross nationals with Zahr. And that comes with Dad. So, for now at least, I’m stuck.”