“I want you to ride me again. I want to watch your face while you fuck yourself on my dick.”
Tyler’s lips curled into a little smirk. “Dirty boy.” He practically purred the words. He sat up and reached into the nightstand taking out a condom and the lube. Tyler rolled the condom over Davey and rubbed his sheathed cock with lube. Then, he squirted more lube on his fingers and slid one up inside of himself.
“God, that’s too fuckin’ much, Ty.” Davey’s cock throbbed with need. He watched as Tyler prepped himself and then climbed on top, straddling Davey’s hips. He reached behind, grabbing Davey’s cock, and slowly worked himself down on it.
Davey watched Tyler’s face intently. His brows dipped in concentration, his lips pursed together, and the tip of his tongue peeked out the corner of his mouth. Davey honestly thought it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Every second spent with Tyler exposed more and more desire for this bold man.
“Tyler,” he moaned, as Tyler sat completely down on his cock. “Oh, God, you’re killing me.” Tyler’s ass gripped his cock like a hot glove.
“Mmm…” Tyler moaned as he started pushing himself up and down. His thick, muscled thighs constricted. Tyler placed one hand behind him on top of Davey’s thigh and the other on his opposite hip bone, giving Tyler more leverage. “Fuck!” he called out, grinding himself on Davey’s cock.
An expression of ecstasy, open mouth, relaxed eyes, replaced the concentration from earlier. “Open your eyes, Ty.” He needed to watch those soft green eyes. “I want to see you come.”
“Touch me,” Tyler breathed out with a stutter, his eyes fluttering open.
Davey reached across and grabbed Tyler’s cock, rubbing it slowly. With each up and down stroke, soft keening noises poured out of Tyler’s mouth. His eyes were hooded, but not closed. He stared down at Davey with a needy lust. In that moment, Davey wanted to give Tyler the world. He’d do anything Tyler asked of him. The thought scared him when he considered giving up his career. It was too much, too fast, but maybe it wouldn’t be in a year or two, if they could keep things covert that long.
As Tyler picked up speed, Davey matched it with his caresses and watched Tyler impale himself and simultaneously fuck up into Davey’s hand. Davey pumped his hips up to meet each downward thrust. Tyler moaned, his eyes rolling back into his head. “Stay with me, Ty,” Davey demanded.
When Tyler finally looked down at Davey again, his whole body shivered. “Gonna, come…”
“Do it. Now. Come for me, baby.”
Tyler’s body rolled with shivers and he shot out, all over both of their chests and abs and all over Davey’s hand. When he stilled, Davey started pumping up harder, not getting enough friction. “Fuck. Turn over, Ty.”
Tyler leaned to the side and let Davey push him down on his back. Lifting one of Tyler’s legs, Davey humped furiously into Tyler’s hole. He stared down, watching his cock work its way in and out, and the sight threw him over the edge. He pushed in as far as he could go one last time and shot out inside, filling the condom. His body froze. Sweat beaded up on Tyler’s forehead and dripped down into his closed eyes. Davey wiped it away, rubbing his hands though Tyler’s thick hair. “You okay, baby?”
“Yes, hell yes,” he whispered, the smile on his face let Davey know he told the truth. His expression was simply exquisite, and Davey was damned sure he couldn’t hide this man for much longer. Tyler was too sexy, too bold, living with no excuses and he deserved better.
Davey disposed of the used condom, then lay down, spooning his lover. They lay there, peacefully, taking in the extent of their sex. Davey’s heart pounded softly, as he languidly kissed Tyler’s shoulders. Davey thought he had never been so happy. He didn’t think this kind of happiness could ever exist for him. The possibility had never even occurred to him.
His cell phone started playing “Bossy,” by Kelis. “Fuck, it’s Stewart.” Reluctantly, he reached over and answered the phone. “What?”
“I have an autograph session scheduled for you, first thing tomorrow. 8 a.m.”
“No.”
“What?”
“You can’t just spring shit on me. I’m not going to be available. Not until the afternoon tomorrow.” Davey swallowed back his aggravation. He didn’t want even one second of his time with Tyler interrupted, but Stewart didn’t know what was going on with them. Maybe he should have told his manager more about it.
“You can’t just say no.”
“Fucking watch me.”
Stewart answered him with silence on the other end of the phone. Tyler pushed against his thigh with his foot to get Davey’s attention. When he looked over at his lover, Tyler shook his head and mouthed the word, “No.” Davey knew what he was thinking. Don’t screw things up because of him.
It didn’t matter. “Can’t you move it to the afternoon, seriously?”
“What do you have planned, Davey?”
“It’s personal.”
“Ahh, don’t do this. Don’t be a dick.”
Davey took a long slow breath. “Really? Stew? I never ask for anything. Anything. Ever. I’m off until noon. Make it happen.” He hung up. He wasn’t sure how far that was over the line, but it was true. He always went along with almost every single thing Stewart asked for. Not this time. It was time he took a little slice of his own life back. “He may come over here.”
“Fuck, Davey. Why didn’t you just do what he wanted? You have a responsibility—”
“No. I never tell him no. For one fucking time, I want what I want. I want you. Every bit I can have.” Davey turned and crawled over Tyler’s body. “Every single bit.” He nibbled at Tyler’s hip bone and tongued over his ribs. Tyler wiggled around, trying to hold back laughter.
“Okay, okay,” Tyler squealed. Davey pulled him down into a hard, full-bodied embrace. “Davey…I want you, too.” He mashed his lips against Davey’s and licked at them. “All of you.”
“Mmm.” Davey wanted nothing more than to feel his naked body pushed against Tyler’s, but he also knew that Stewart might truly show up. “Okay. Let’s get dressed and watch a movie. We can cuddle on the couch.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
Tyler laughed, but got up without comment and pulled on a shirt and a pair of shorts. They both dressed quickly. Davey pulled on sweat pants and his favorite Superman T-shirt, both soft and comfortable. They made their way to the front of the RV. Davey popped in a movie, hardly looking at the title and plopped on the couch, and pulled Tyler to him.
“What’re we watchin’?”
“Don’t know, uh, one of the Batman movies. I think it’s the last one,” Davey replied. He didn’t much care. “I’ll throw some steaks on for us in a bit.” He kissed the back of Tyler’s head, and pulled him closer. Davey loved the feel of his arms wrapped around Tyler. He snuggled into his hair, burying his nose into Tyler’s locks. He smelled like Davey’s shampoo, making Davey feel even more possessive because he liked Tyler smelling like that, like him.
Tyler slid over to the side and turned, looking up at Davey. He leaned in, cupping Davey’s face, and kissed him. “I like kissing you.”
Davey licked at Tyler’s lips and then covered his mouth with his own and darted his tongue in and out.
The movie came on, but neither paid any attention to it.
A bang on the door had them both sitting upright quick. “Fuck. I’m sure it’s Stew,” Davey muttered getting up and walking across the living area. He opened the door, looking down the stairs. His manager stood at the bottom, one cowboy boot planted on the bottom rung.
“Inviting me in? Or what?” he asked.
“Yeah, fine,” Davey said stepping back. He glanced over at Tyler, noticing how red his mouth and face were from all the kissing they’d been doing, and he felt his face heat from blushing.
Stewart’s dark eyebrows crumpled above his nose. “So. This what’s got you canceling the gig tomorrow?”
“Whatever. I didn’t say cancel. I said move it.”
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��You must be Tyler? Cole’s boy?”
Tyler frowned. “One of Cole’s mechanics. Yes.”
Davey didn’t like Stewart’s insinuations. “There’s no law that says we can’t hang out.”
“Cole probably wouldn’t like it much, though.” Stewart crossed his arms and settled his stern gaze on Davey.
“We’re grilling steaks. Wanna stay for dinner?” Davey wanted to change the subject as fast as he could, but he hoped Stewart would say no.
Davey watched Stewart chew the inside of his cheek. He could practically see the wheels churning in his head. Stewart never turned down food. “Nah,” he finally answered. “It’s no big. The thing’s moved already. Your personal shit is your own biz, but make sure you keep it to yourself.”
“I am.”
Stewart gave a curt nod, turned and left. He’d been the closest thing to a friend or family that Davey had for the last few years, especially since his dad died. He trusted the man. He just hoped the guy would still be as close a friend. He’d have to talk to him about it later.
“Is this going to be an issue? Is he gonna tell Cole?” Tyler asked as soon as Stewart had left.
“No. He’s cool.”
Tyler bit at his bottom lip and looked up at Davey with big eyes. “I don’t want any problems. I can leave. Seriously.”
“Hell no, baby. This is not a problem. Relax. Let’s get dinner started.” He didn’t know how else to be reassuring. “This will be fine. Stew won’t let anyone else bother us until noon tomorrow. ‘Kay?”
“Sure,” Tyler answered.
After dinner, Tyler searched through Davey’s movie collection while Davey cleaned up. “Find anything?” Davey asked, tucking away the last of the dishes.
Tyler chuckled. “Not really. Looks like all you have are superhero movies.” He leaned back on his heels and glared at Davey in a mock-accusatory way.
Davey smiled and blushed. “What’s wrong with that? I like superheroes.”
Tyler continued to stare at Davey, making him feel a little self-conscious.
“Well,” Davey said, squatting down beside Tyler. “I like the ones that fly. That’s kinda how I feel, you know? When I’m riding. When I take a jump, I’m flying, especially a triple or one with huge air.”
Tyler laughed softly and pulled Davey into a hug. “That’s so cute.” Davey tried to pull away, but Tyler held him tighter, getting more serious and staring into Davey’s eyes from just a few inches away. That close, Davey trembled when something passed between him. He couldn’t say what that something was, but it was deeper than they’d been before.
“I do get it, Davey.” Tyler smiled and leaned in to kiss him quickly on the lips. He grabbed a movie and stood up. “How about this one? I haven’t seen it.”
Davey was amazed. Tyler hadn’t made fun of him at all, besides just a little teasing at first. He did seem to understand when Davey felt no one ever would. Liking superhero movies might have been a small thing, but it meant something to connect with Tyler on this new level. Davey wanted a lot more of that. He put the movie in, and they snuggled on the couch, hoping they would be too busy with each other to watch it.
9
Angel picked up her cell phone, not recognizing the number. “Angel,” she answered.
“Angel? Angel Johansson?”
That irritated her already, not wanting her dinner and her book interrupted. “Who wants to know?”
“I may have a job for you. I need a little PR control. You up to it?”
“Maybe.” She sat her book down on the coffee table. She hadn’t done more than studio work lately, and she was itching to get back in the field. “Again, who wants to know?”
“Stewart Jessop. I manage the Princeton Kawasaki team for Supercross. Are you familiar with Davey McAllister?”
She thought about it for a moment. She didn’t follow dirt bike racing much, but she’d done a few photo shoots and some action shots about a year ago for a different team. “I guess.” She had Internet; she could look him up. “What’s the problem?”
“No problem, but I don’t want there to be one, either. I think we need some good publicity is all. He’s going to take the championship, either this year or next, but, Princeton thinks it’s important to have a good image, and Davey tends to stay out of the limelight.”
“So, what you need is an image boost? That’s different than PR control.”
“How about if you come to our race in Atlanta and see for yourself what we need? You’re the pro.”
“Okay, fine. I’ll see you, Mr. Jessop.” She tapped the call off before getting any further information. She saved his digits into her contacts so she could call him after assessing the situation in Atlanta, but she’d have to do some homework first.
Angel flicked her tablet on, ready to search. After googling Davey, Supercross, and even Jessop and the sponsor, she still wasn’t sure what kind of job this would be. True there wasn’t much in the current media on McAllister, but what she could find had all been positive. He looked like the All-American clean-cut kid. Aside from having a rich father who died, he was just like anyone else. There had to be more to the story than Jessop let on. His initial query was “PR Control” and Angel knew better than anyone what that meant. He was trying to hide something.
Intrigued, she booked a plane ticket to Atlanta.
10
Tyler opened his eyes, just a crack. At first, he didn’t know where he was. Warmth weighed on his hip, over his chest. Davey’s arms and legs entwined with his, wrapped him up. He nuzzled under Davey’s neck, kissing down along his collar bone. He found a nipple under his thumb. Davey groaned a little and shifted, but didn’t wake up.
The night before had been wonderful. Davey grilled a couple of mean steaks. They snuggled on the couch, made out, and did not follow the movie at all. He secretly loved that Davey liked superhero movies. It also explained his wardrobe.
They ended up in bed, and Davey fucked him again. Now, he woke up in Davey’s arms. If he didn’t have to go to work today, it would be perfect. He loved his job, but he didn’t want to leave Davey, especially when he had no idea if they’d ever get to do this again. At least he’d go to work with great things to think about. The soreness in his ass would remind him of it over the next day or two for sure.
His fingers traveled down Davey’s chest, lingering around his hip and then sliding to his groin. His fingers brushed over Davey’s dark, curly pubic hair and wrapped around his morning wood.
“Mmm,” Davey moaned softly and pulled Tyler tight within his arms. “Good morning, sunshine.”
“Good morning to you.” Tyler stroked him and let his finger rub over the tip of Davey’s cock, flirting with the little slit.
“Feels fucking good.” Davey sounded half-asleep still.
Tyler nuzzled up under Davey’s jaw, and nibbled on the bottom of his ear. “I want to be inside you, Davey. Let me fuck you, please,” he whispered.
“Mmm, yes,” Davey softly assented and turned over, giving his back to Tyler.
His hand rubbed across Davey’s ass and up his muscular back, along the edges of his tribal tattoo, and then slid up his shoulders and down his strong arms. Tyler had never been with a man so fit; his cut, defined muscles moved with grace. His lover had absolutely no body fat what-so-fucking-ever on him. Davey was pure muscle, lean and strong from head to toe. He couldn’t help but kiss and lick between his shoulder blades and down his spine, along his sexy-as-fuck tattoo. He bit and mouthed at Davey’s ass cheeks, reveling in the sounds Davey made for him as his lips and hands wandered.
Tyler sat back on his heels and shoved Davey’s ass in the air. He ran his hands down his long, tight thighs. “God, you are the sexist man alive.” He spread Dave’ys cheeks, and licked his tongue down between them, needing to taste every bit of his lover. Davey pushed up for him, giving him better access. Tyler’s tongue dipped into the little hole, darting and circling, making Davey hiss. He liked the musky, tangy taste of Davey’s taint.
“Go slow with me, Tyler.”
“Of course, lover. I’d never hurt you.” He felt a little nervous. It had been a long time since he had sex before getting together with Davey. He seemed to have more experience than Davey, though, and Davey did just fine. He loved feeling Davey fucking him, but he wanted to flip it for once, wanted to show Davey just how good it felt to make him squirm with pleasure and to just be connected to him that way, that intensely and intimately.
Tyler grabbed the lube, and squirted it out on his fingers. He slid them down Davey’s crack and slowly pushed inside. He took his time getting Davey ready with his fingers, until his lover bucked up against his hand and begged him for more.
He pulled his hands away, watching Davey pump his hips. Tyler ripped open a package and rolled a condom on, covering it with lube. Slowly, he pushed his cock inside, breaching his ring, and steadily pushing forward. “You okay, lover?” he asked.
Davey moaned, “Yes. I’m good.” His voice was low and raspy. “Go.”
“God, you are too sexy.” He wrapped his arms under Davey’s chest. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, baby.”
With a little growl, Tyler rolled his hips back, then snapped them forward. He slowly stroked his dick back and forward again and Davey gasped, wiggling with pleasure. Tyler knew he scraped over Davey’s prostate with that stroke, feeling the thrill of making Davey come undone. “God, Tyler, uh, do it again.”
Tyler wasted no time. “You feel so fucking good. So fucking tight.” He pumped in and out. “I swear I’m gonna come.” The tight heat, grasping his dick and Davey’s reactions had Tyler barreling toward orgasm. He could feel it in the base of his spine, threatening to roll over him.
“Not yet. Not yet,” Davey gasped.
Tyler slid his arms around Davey’s shoulder and neck, lifting him off the bed so he was sitting up on his knees. “Kiss me, Davey.”
Davey leaned back and kissed Tyler over his shoulder. Tyler held him there with one arm, and slid his other around his hip and grabbed his dick, stroking slowly. Tyler rolled his hips. Davey fell back to the bed. “Oh, fuck, Ty,” he panted out. Tyler kept his grip on Davey’s cock and stroked it in time with his own thrusts. Davey bucked back against him. “So close,” he barked out. “Baby, fuck.” He shot out over Tyler’s fingers. His ass squeezed Tyler’s cock tighter, sending him over his own edge.
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