The Holeshot

by Lynn Michaels

  “Didn’t get any cardio in this morning before we left,” Davey grunted at him.

  “You got up kinda late, I guess. Who was that kid, anyway?”

  “Huh?” No way was he answering that question truthfully. “Just a kid.” He got up and stalked down the center of the RV, wanting desperately to avoid any other talk about Tyler. Davey had a sinking feeling in his gut that Tyler Whitmore was anything but just a kid to him. He happened to be the first guy he had ever fucked, first guy he woke up with in the morning, and the first guy he didn’t want to kick out of that warm bed, too. He was completely different than the random hookups with Hunter back home. He didn’t even like Hunter at all. Tyler, though? Yeah, he liked Tyler a lot. He seemed shy at first, but the way he spoke told a different story. His words had been daring and bold.

  Davey grabbed his cell phone and closed himself off in the bedroom. He could still smell the spunk from their romp, despite having changed the sheets. He picked up Tyler’s underwear, wondering if he’d left them on purpose. Hoping he had, but knowing he should probably not be this interested, because there was no room for romance or hookups in Davey’s life. Supercross was the only love he had and she was a sadistic bitch, demanding every ounce of him. Davey was always willing to give his all, heart and soul, to her. There was no heart or soul left for anyone else, and getting involved with Tyler Whitmore would end up with Tyler getting hurt. The thought of hurting Tyler made his throat close up.

  He tapped the contact list on his phone’s screen, pulling up his manager, Stewart, without much thought. “‘Sup, Stew?” he said when the man answered.

  “Heading to the airport. You guys get off okay?”

  “Yeah. You meeting us in Atlanta on Friday?”

  “‘Course.”

  Over the years, Stewart had become like a big brother or maybe a close uncle to Davey. Since his dad had passed, they had grown even closer. Davey loved the big guy and his cowboy attitude. He trusted Stewart, like no one else, completely. “Can you do me a fav? I’ll, like, owe you big time.” Davey couldn’t believe he was actually going to ask, but couldn’t stop himself either. “Can you get a cell number for Tyler Whitmore? He’s a mechanic for Cole Lindt.”

  “Sure, of course. Why? We don’t need a new mechanic.”

  “It’s not that. It’s personal. And can you keep it, you know, quiet?”

  “Davey?” Stewart’s voice sounded unsure. Not a quality he wanted to hear in his business manager’s voice.

  “Don’t ask what you don’t want to know.” Their close relationship made Davey sometimes forgot that Stewart worked for Princeton above and beyond whatever friendship they had. “Please.”

  “Sure. Like I said, it’s no problem. I’ll text you.” He cut the call short. Davey didn’t want to consider what Stewart might or might not suspect. Tyler was worth Seeing again, despite the risk to their careers.

  2

  Tyler took a ribbing from his team the next day, but it wasn’t out of the ordinary. His thoughts about what had happened to him had been right. When he’d passed out after drinking too much tequila, his so-called friends stripped him down to his briefs and dumped him in Davey’s trailer. They chose that particular location because Davey had left his RV unlocked and they had access to it, otherwise the choice had been random. Talk about leaning on the fates!

  Davey McAllister was a hotshot Supercross racer, signed on with Princeton Kawasaki. The man was second in points after just a few years in the premiere 450 event. He was at the height of his career and poised to win the championship at twenty-two years old. Davey had dark hair and dark blue eyes and the longest legs of any racer on the track. Tyler had been secretly crushing on him for years. He knew Davey’s stats better than Cole’s.

  When he woke up to see Davey McAllister leering at him with a boner the size of a small tree, he couldn’t believe his luck. The chemistry between them zinged to life almost immediately and Tyler’s mind had focused on fucking the guy. He’d only bottomed once before, but even that had not been a big deal. Bottoming for Davey, though, that was colossal. Their night together seemed surreal. He shoved his hands through his hair, still not sure he believed it had happened. Fuck! He’d had sex with Davey Fucking McAllister and it had been so much better than any dream.

  Offseason, Tyler was out, living openly gay. He shared an apartment with his best friend, Janie, in Denver. He loved living in Denver where he hung around people who were not in the industry, not even mechanics. There wer a million things to do there and no one gave a damn if he was gay, in fact, being gay made it better, especially when it came to partying in the clubs. That made him feel like he was living in two separate worlds. He knew better than to think for a second he could be out within the Supercross world, and further, he could not be in a relationship with a rider. He could never be with any rider and especially not Davey McAllister. Davey was the star of Supercross with his boy-next-door looks and easy smile. The media loved him and kept him in the spotlight.

  Tyler felt his chest tighten, wishing so hard that those facts weren’t true. Despite the hours they spent touching and pleasing each other. There’d never be a repeat.

  He laughed off the teasing with his team as they loaded the bikes and gear in the trailer. His boss and Lindt’s head mechanic, Cody Barret, barked out orders and cut off the chatter as the team got to work. He was a gruff son of a bitch but smart, and he never hesitated to teach and answer questions from the other mechanics on the team. He also took their opinions and observations into account. He made it feel like a cohesive team, and Tyler loved that probably more than anything else about working with racers.

  Once the bikes were loaded, the drive team set off and Tyler headed to the airport with his fellow mechanics. He would fly home to Denver for three days, and then he’d catch a flight to Atlanta on Thursday to start prepping for the next race. He had been looking forward to a few down days, but that was before he slept with Davey. Now, he couldn’t get the hot racer off his mind, so the next few days with nothing to do would be totally challenging.

  His roommate, Janie, met him at the airport in Denver. She was a sweetheart and always there for him, particularly in her little red sports car that she loved showing off. “Ty!” she shouted when she saw him coming from the trams.

  “Hey, little bit!” he called back. They’d known each other since middle school when her family moved in next door. His folks had tried to play matchmaker, only to find out he had been more interested in her brother. Finally, they gave up, but Janie had remained his friend.

  “You look tired, dude. Ready to head home?”

  “Yeah,” he answered with a yawn.

  “I got you a birthday present.”

  Tyler felt himself blushing. He had no idea what her present would be but it would probably be embarrassing. As sweet as she was, Janie could also be a wild thing. Both qualities together made her great at her job in marketing, but challenging as a friend sometimes. She could get away with the craziest things because she was so endearing and she knowingly took advantage of it. “Can it wait ‘till we get home?”

  “Ha-ha. You wish!” She pulled out a package wrapped with pink paper and frilly bows.

  “You think this is funny? Huh?”

  Janie could barely contain her laughter, covering her mouth. “I think it’ll help you get laid.”

  “I don’t need this,” he started, shaking the present.

  “Oh my God! Tyler Whitmore! Do not tell me you got laid.”

  “Shut up, Janie. We’re in the freaking airport, Christ!”

  She laughed and goaded Tyler until they found her car in the short-term parking. Finally seated in the passenger seat, he ripped open the package to find a huge pink dildo. He tapped her on the head with it. “Thank God, I didn’t open this up in the airport. You brat!”

  He tossed it all in the backseat with his duffel bag as Janie’s car hugged the curb of the circle leading out of the parking garage. The sun sparkled through the windshield
, bright though cold. Tyler shrieked for Janie to put the top up and she complied as he mashed the buttons on the dash to jack up the heat.

  The ride home wasn’t long, but before they got halfway there, Tyler’s phone buzzed. He had a text message from Davey. Hey! It’s Davey. Missing you already.

  Tyler’s jaw dropped open. He hadn’t given Davey his number.

  “Who’s that?” Janie asked.

  “It’s him.”

  “Him? Him who? Oh! Him, ‘you got laid,’ him?” Janie giggled like a ten year old. “Oh my God! You’re blushing!” she teased, and Tyler felt his face warm. “Answer him!” she commanded, as if she were in charge of his life.

  “I’m scared it’s not actually him. Like a prank.” The guys on his team could be like that, but Tyler didn’t think it was his team.

  “Answer him!”

  “Shut up. I am.” Tyler had to find out, so he texted, Who is this?

  Davey answered, Are you serious? You forgot already? Would you know if I sent you a picture of my cock?

  Tyler couldn’t believe Davey had just sent that. He absolutely wanted to see if Davey would do it. I don’t know - send me a picture!

  A few minutes later he received a picture of Davey’s cock. Rock hard. Davey stroked the length of it. He looked like he had taken the picture in his bedroom in his RV. Told U - I missed U.

  I miss U2. You shouldn’t be sending me pics like that! Tyler responded.

  Davey texted back quickly, I trust U and U did ask for it.

  Tyler flipped back over to the picture. Crazy, sexy, cocky son of a bitch! Tyler normally pursued his interests aggressively, but he liked Davey’s attitude and he liked flirting with the man. He texted, What if I want more than a pic?

  A few moments went by. Tyler figured he’d pushed too far, but hell if Davey didn’t start it with his sext-picture. Never mind, he texted, quickly. He didn’t want to regret any of it, but he knew this could end up in his face. And in Davey’s.

  Not never mind! I mind. Just don’t know what I wouldn’t give you. If you asked.

  Tyler couldn’t believe what he read. Davey pushed too fast. Tyler wanted more, but he knew this kind of thing could ruin both of them. Not smart at all. His fingers popped over his keypad. Okay. Careful what I ask for then. C U N Atl?

  HOPE SO!

  Wow! All caps.

  Janie nudged his shoulder. “Well?”

  They were home and he hadn’t even noticed the drive at all. Tyler tucked his phone in his pocket and got out of the car. He tried hard not to smile, not to hope, but he couldn’t help himself. As they walked up to the door, Janie made up an obnoxious song, singing loudly, “Tyler got laid. Happy birthday Ty! Tyler got laid!”

  He couldn’t help but laugh at her. “You nut.” He also couldn’t wait to look at the picture on his phone again!

  The next few days were relatively uneventful, except for Tyler repeatedly jacking off while looking at the picture of Davey’s cock, then feeling guilty about jacking off and about not deleting the picture. They hadn’t exchanged any more texts, but he figured Davey kept busy. He knew how packed a rider’s schedule could get.

  Soon enough he boarded the plane to Atlanta, wishing, hoping to spend some time with Davey, and knowing he shouldn’t want anything from the man. It was a dangerous game that they shouldn’t be playing, but, damn, he just had to see Davey again.

  Tyler tried to distract himself by drawing out a few bikes on his sketchpad. He liked to draw dirt bikes and even engine parts in his spare time. Earlier in his life, he’d drawn other things, but since getting so involved with Supercross, it’d been nothing but bikes. His pencil scratched across his pad and white fluffy clouds stretched out like an ocean of white outside his window. Tyler’s thoughts circled back to Davey. He wrote in a 27 on the number plate on the bike he drew. If he had his color pencils on him, he’d color Davey’s colors in too.

  When Tyler got to the track, he couldn’t help looking for Davey’s RV and bike trailer. He didn’t go near it, though. He didn’t want to interrupt Davey and he had a job to do himself. The next two days would be living and breathing bikes. He had his dream job and he loved it. Thankfully, it would take up his concentration and he could skip thinking about Davey McAllister for a little while.

  Friday night arrived faster than expected. Bikes were ready. The team headed out together to get some food and maybe a cold beer at a bar not too far from the Georgia Dome and near the hotel where most of the teams were staying. The upscale bar and eatery, Post-Knights, was packed, mostly with people associated with the races: riders, mechanics, managers, reporters, and more. He knew many of them by name and others by face. His team squeezed in with their counterpart KTM 250 team and ordered a pitcher of beer and sandwiches.

  Voices, laughter and bodies jostling each other, psyched up for the racing to come over the next two days, filled the bar. Everything around him seemed to come to a sudden stop when he spotted Davey across the room. He wore jeans and a faded green T-shirt with the yellow Green Lantern logo plastered tightly across his chest, emphasizing his pecs. Tyler watched as Davey brought a water bottle up to his sexy lips. Tyler wished he had those lips on him, against his skin, again. He licked at his own lips, physically manifesting his desire.

  Then his heart shattered. A tall blonde bombshell of a woman slid down into Davey’s lap. She wore her hair long and pulled back from her Barbie-doll face and had her thin arms stretched around David’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss, then she kicked her head back and laughed. Davey’s hands rested on her hips. He laughed along with her, obviously having a great time. Finally, Davey lifted his head and stared right across the room at Tyler. When their eyes met, Tyler felt acid crawling up his throat, making him want to throw up. He pushed himself up from the table. “Hey excuse me. Watch it.” he called to the other mechanics as he squeezed around the table and pushed away from them.

  Tyler darted to the back of the bar and into the bathroom. He had to get his emotions under control. He had no claims on Davey and no reason to be so jealous. He couldn’t be jealous over the girl, the hot girl, with her lips on his man; only Davey wasn’t his man. Davey wasn’t his; they didn’t have a relationship. Tyler only wished he hadn’t forgotten that fact so quickly.

  He stopped in front of the mirror and shoved his hands in his pockets. The bathroom smelled like piss and bleach, and looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in a week. Paper towels overflowed the trash bin and soapy water flooded around the sink and onto the yellowing floor.

  The door opened. “Ty?”

  “Hey,” Tyler answered, not looking up, but knowing Davey stood there, watching him. He could feel Davey’s eyes on him and he’d know that soft voice anywhere. What he wouldn’t give to hear his name on Davey’s lips just one more time.

  “I, uh, I was hoping to see you. Again.”

  Tyler lifted his hands up, as if to say, “I’m here.” He didn’t want to be a smart ass to Davey, but Tyler didn’t know how else to react. The race industry forced him to into the closet and he couldn’t let anything else happen with Davey. It didn’t matter what they wanted. Reality dictated their actions and Tyler certainly couldn’t chase after the guy, especially when he had hot women falling all over him.

  Davey bent over and looked under the stalls. “I’ve missed you,” he said softly once he was convinced they were alone.

  “I see that.”

  “That wasn’t. It’s not. Fuck, Ty, you know!” he pleaded for understanding.

  “It doesn’t matter.”

  Davey exhaled a long slow breath. “Yes, it does.”

  Tyler put his hands on his hips and looked at the scummy linoleum floor. He couldn’t face looking at Davey’s handsome face, his dark eyes and kissable lips. His body screamed at him to touch the man, hold him. He couldn’t make sense of his confusion. Part of him wanted to let Davey off the hook, but the other part wanted to shove him against the bathroom wall and kiss him stupid. “It’s all good, Davey.”
r />   “Hey. We’re almost done here.”

  “So?”

  “Look at me.”

  Tyler slowly lifted his chin. He stared into Davey’s eyes and felt his soul stir. “What?”

  “Come by the RV later. We’ll watch a movie, play some games, video games, or something. Hang out. We can do that.”

  “No, we really can’t.” Tyler shook his head. He knew better than to think he could just be friends with Davey; that much he was certain of.

  “Please.” Davey stepped closer sending his heart racing.

  Tyler wanted to drag his tongue across Davey’s tense jaw but held himself back. He couldn’t let his feelings ruin Davey’s life, or his own career. “I’ll think about it, but you know—”

  Someone came in the door. Thankfully no one he knew.

  “Yeah, later, then,” Davey said and walked out.

  Tyler turned to the urinals and pissed, then washed his hands and went straight back to his table. He drank a couple beers and choked down a sandwich without even tasting it. He quietly watched Davey laughing with the people at his own table. He hated every minute of it. He hated the Barbie-blonde sitting so close to him and draping her long leg over Davey’s thigh. He wanted to pull her hair out. He hated himself for being so jealous, when he had no right.

  He went back to his hotel room and sent Davey a text. I’m not coming over. It’s not smart.

  A few minutes later, he received a reply. I understand. Just wish it could be different.

  I know, he texted back. What else could he say? He wished it were different as well, but the world they worked in would never allow more. He couldn’t even bring himself to consider what would happen if they got caught together. The consequences would be far worse than being apart, ending it now.

  His phone rang. Davey. “Hey,” he said.

  “Hey,” Davey said. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry. Can you talk?”

  “Yes, I’m alone.” He sat down on the bed, leaning back against the headboard.