Chapter eighteen Clay
Chapter eighteen
Clay
Midland, North Carolina
Waiting beside the tram exit that would bring him from the concourse at the airport was so boring.
I got there early, just in case, but it wasn’t like planes came in an hour ahead of schedule like ever.
Maybe it meant I couldn’t wait to see Slade.
Well, that was true. He’d gotten under my skin in all the best ways.
Charlotte Douglas International Airport was two and half hours away from home, but I didn’t mind the long drive, it meant we could spend time talking and getting to know each other more.
So far, I liked what I knew. Slade was a lot like me, but in a lot of ways he was different.
He was less experienced on the track, in bed, and in life.
But it wasn’t like I had a lot of years on him.
I only had three, but those three were big.
I grew up a lot in that time, and I was about to watch Slade do the same. Hopefully, we’d be growing together.
He texted me when the plane landed, and I thought I was going to come out of my skin waiting for him.
Then he was there, standing in front of me.
We’d only been a part a couple of days, but it felt like forever.
He dropped his carryon bag as we hugged, longer and tighter than you’d hug a friend, and it did not come with bro-pats on the shoulder.
Nope, this was a full fledge bodies touching, holding on to each other like it was our last day together instead of our first hug.
When he pulled back, and those brown eyes sparkled, I leaned in and kissed him.
He ran his finger’s over my hair. “Missed you.”
“Missed you too. Did you check a bag?”
“No.” He picked up his duffle, and we walked toward the parking lot.
On the way to my place, we chatted about nothing and everything, until we finally hit on the big stuff. Slade rested his head against the window. “My dad seems to be taking his cut in stride, but he doesn’t show his feelings a lot. I’m worried he’s more upset than he’s saying.”
“I get it, if anyone does, Slade.”
“I know.”
“My parents had been very supportive, so it took a hell of a lot of convincing to let me sign with BikeMax. I was only seventeen, so if they said no, I’d have to wait another year.”
“It all worked out though for you. I’m kind of holding on to that.”
“You should. Now they’re working more with Wyatt, like I said. He’s doing well in amateurs now.”
“That’s great, but my siblings don’t race. Brooke is going to be a veterinarian or some shit, and Dean is taking gen ed classes at the community college. He doesn’t know what he wants.”
“He’ll figure it out.”
“I’m sure. But it doesn’t give dad something else to do. Maybe he’ll go back to his garage. His business has been the income that allowed me to race all these years, so maybe it’s time for him to focus on that.”
When I pulled up in the driveway, Slade jumped out and stared at my house. “Wow, I love it.” It was a little barn-like house in the woods.
“It’s actually on two acres, mostly forested.
I’ve made a bike path the goes in and out.
” I gestured the weaving of the trail with my hand.
“It equates to about three miles. I also have one of those pools where you swim against the current, so you’re not going anywhere but you get the strokes in.
Might eventually build one like Cole’s though.
” I wiggled my eyebrows thinking about that day we spent together, and it made Slade smile.
“I’d like to try that current swimming thing while I’m here.”
“We can. And then do a sauna after.” I was hoping for all of that and more.
“I’ve never done a sauna.”
“It’ll be great. I’m so excited. Come on.
” I bounced on the balls of my feet, then bounced right up the front steps of the porch that stretched the length of the front of the house.
I unlocked the double doors to go in. Between the doors and windows, there was a lot of glass, making everything inside open and airy.
I showed Slade around. The ground floor was the main living spaces and a half bath while the two bedrooms and full bath were upstairs.
“I use the second bedroom as storage, so you’ll have to either share with me or sleep on the couch. ”
“Oh that first one, I think.”
“Think? You think?” I tackled him and we wrestled around until we ended up half on the couch, half on the floor. We both sighed, then kissed. “I like kissing you.”
“Me too.”
“And other things.”
Slade sat up. “Clay. I like you, no matter what we do.”
“I like you too. But what if I want to do more things?”
“What kind of more things?”
“Like…uh, sex things.” I tried desperately to sound casual, but I was anything but, and I’m sure it sounded a bit crazy, but Slade gave me that cocky little grin of his, and I didn’t care. I lunged at him.
We kissed and touched. Clothes started coming off. Slade moaned and thrust his hips forward. “Maybe I could be convinced to do more sex things.”
“I’m sure gonna have fun trying.”
I’d had one boyfriend before. We started out great but ended badly, so maybe that made me a little hesitant when it came to Slade.
At least that might have been true in the beginning, but Slade was nothing like him.
He was better in every way I could imagine.
The only thing I wanted to carry over from that prior relationship was that we’d had sex, twice to be exact, and I learned which way I liked it best.
“Slade?”
He opened his eyes and stared at me. “Yeah?”
“Have you ever, you know, done it? Sex I mean.”
“You mean full sex, penetrative?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I’m not judging. It’s not like I’ve had a ton of experience, but…” I held up my fingers and pinched them together. “A little.”
Slade bit his lip. “No. You’ve pretty much been my first for everything. Except maybe kissing.”
“Okay. So, do you know what you have to do to get ready?” This talk was not sexy at all, but we needed to have it.
“Get ready?”
I took a deep breath. If we were going down this road, this was the time to talk, before anything happened. “We don’t have to do it. Not everyone likes it.”
“I won’t know unless I try.”
“Right. Good point. But seriously, if we try it and you don’t like it, we don’t have to do it. Or we can make adjustments so you do like it.”
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Okay, so like, the guy on bottom has to have his hole stretched, so it doesn’t hurt when you get to the sex part, so maybe you don’t like doing the stretching. If you don’t, I can do it myself first.”
“You want to be on bottom?”
“Yes. At least the first time. I mean, you can try it and see if you like it. I’d do that for you, but I’m really hoping you prefer the top.
” I bit my bottom lip. It wasn’t something I ever admitted to anyone, but it was true.
It didn’t mean I let go of control, probably the opposite.
“Truth is, I like how it feels, but it really is the control position.”
“Oh? I wouldn’t think that.”
“Most don’t but it’s true. And you’ll see if we…” I wound my hand in the air.
“I want to try everything with you.”
I leaned in and kissed him. “Good.” He was slowly moving to the center of my world, one breath at a time.
“So this stretching thing…”
“I’ll walk you through it. Come on.” I stood and held my hand out to him. The first time we had sex was going to be in a bed, not the couch or a floor. We could save those for later. Besides, that’s where I’d stashed the condom and lube when I was hoping for this moment.
I showed him how to use the lube and stretch my hole, and he honestly seemed fascinated with it.
Then I rolled the condom down his cock. I didn’t think he was huge, but I had little to compare him to.
He was longer than me, but about as thick.
But my ex-boyfriend had been thicker, but not as long.
I didn’t think it would matter in the long run. “Are you ready?”
“I think.” Slade nodded and sucked his bottom lip in his mouth, smashing it between his teeth.
“Don’t worry. You’ve got this, and I’ll help.”
He nodded, and I watched his eyes go wide as I spread my legs. He swore under his breath, then tentatively ran his hands down my thighs.
I pulled my legs back, and Slade knee-walked closer until he could line his cock up. “Go slow.”
“Okay…” I loved his breathy and needy voice. It felt like he was cherishing me.
He pressed forward, his face scrunching up, and I pressed down hard until the head of his cock popped through. Slowly, he moved until he was all the way in.
“Wait. Right there. Hold a sec.” He did, but it looked like it took all of his willpower. When my body adjusted, I reached around and grabbed his ass, giving it a squeeze. “Go.”
He pulled his hips back and within a stroke or two, fucked me like he’d been doing it forever. I directed him in speed, pressure and direction here and there, and then he hit that little magic spot, and I screamed.
Slade stopped moving. “Was that good or bad…”
“Good. Good. Do it. Again.”
“Ah…” Then he did.
I reached between us and grabbed my cock, and Slade looked down, watching me stroke myself off as he fucked into me desperately. When I came, I squeezed my muscles tight. Slade called out my name then stuttered some nonsense before letting loose inside the condom.
He pulled out carefully and took care of the condom, while I headed for the shower. “Join me?”
“Yes. When my legs stop wobbling.”
What a great start to the next couple of weeks we had together and, better yet, we still weren’t sick of each other by the end of it.
We had plenty to do. Slade suggested moving the storage stuff out to the shed and using the extra space as a game room.
I could put an air hockey table, foosball, ping pong, or a pool table in there, along with shelves for board games and maybe move my video game system from the living room.
It was brilliant, and better yet, he put in the work, helping move everything.
Then we shopped online, deciding on a foosball table because it was a little smaller, leaving space for moving around.
But it all had to come to an end as good things did.
It was time to go back to the practice track to get ready for motocross season, and my parents wanted me to come over for dinner.
They’d had a hard time letting go in the beginning.
So much so that they bought a house not too far away.
More importantly, I thought it might help Slade with his family issues hearing their side of things.
They weren’t that much different than his folks. Maybe they all needed to get together.