After loading the groceries into the coolers in the back of Davey’s truck, Tyler found the barber Davey had directed him too and relaxed as he got his hair cut. He tried to concentrate on the haircut rather than what was going on back at The Ranch.
It had been one thing to bring Stewart in on their relationship. Hell, it would be impossible to hide it from him. Tyler could even understand Brad needing to know and needing to be around this last week before the season started but bringing this new trainer, Tim, into things, into their home? Tyler didn’t like that at all. He didn’t want to open their relationship up to the scrutiny of Supercross. Tyler did not want the industry to know and make judgments on them. Davey had insisted, though, and Tyler knew Davey needed a good track coach. Tim was rumored to be one of the best. Regardless of reputation and industry need, Tyler had agreed to it simply because Davey asked him to. That scared the hell out of him, more than Tyler wanted to admit. If Davey asked him to go public, would he?
Tyler couldn’t examine the question, his hair was done—a bit shorter than he normally cut it, but living out in the middle of nowhere seemed to require it be cut a bit shorter since he didn’t know how long it would be before he had this opportunity again. Of course, he could drive into Gallup any time he wanted, but he didn’t particularly want to. He enjoyed being at The Ranch with Davey. He might even enjoy it too damned much.
He stopped for a sub before heading back. Once in the truck, he checked his phone again for any sign from Davey on how things had gone with their conversation. No call. No text. Tyler considered calling Davey, but it didn’t matter. By the time he made the long drive back, it would all be resolved one way or another. Not wanting to admit his anxiety about it, Tyler flipped on the radio and drove under the limit in no hurry to run in and find answers he didn’t like.
Tyler let himself get into the music, dancing in his seat, if you could call his wiggling around to the music dancing, and singing along, if you could call his horrible voice that sounded more like a cow in heat than anything resembling music, singing. Tyler almost missed the turn off to Davey’s house. “Shit,” he muttered, tapping the clutch and break and pulling the steering wheel to the left. Gray dust sprayed the windshield and floated around the truck. Davey lived up Route 1, northwest of Gallup. Finding the little paved road called Route 1 wasn’t terribly difficult, finding the turn off to the dirt road to Davey’s place, now that challenged him.
The gravel and dirt crunched under the tires as Tyler made his way up the road, thankful he hadn’t passed the turn this time. He even let himself smile a little about it, liking just how used to living here he was becoming. At the gate, he plugged in the pass code and followed the driveway up to the house. He parked between a big white SUV and the front porch. He unlocked the front door and called out before going back for the coolers. “Davey! Home!”
With no answer, Tyler went back and slid the first cooler out of the truck and lugged it into the house and into the kitchen. Three coffee cups were in the sink and the coffee pot, half empty, turned off. Tyler pursed his lips wondering what that meant, but he had another cooler in the truck and both needed to be unloaded. He wondered how the hell he got left to that task by himself, but Tyler took it in stride just like he did with almost everything in his life.
After he put all the groceries away, he started looking for Davey in earnest. He wasn’t out at the pool, in his gym, in their room, or in the garage, but the two 450 bikes were missing. That only left one place. The track. He should have known and checked there first, but he hadn’t wanted to admit that things might have worked out well. He’d been too afraid of exposure to see beyond that possibility.
Tyler drove the truck around the back of the house and beyond the shed and dirt path that led to Davey’s homemade track. He marveled again at how professionally Davey’s track had been set up. Tyler supposed that had been extremely beneficial in Davey’s career and he wondered where he might be in his own life had he lived so close to a dirt bike track and had access to the awesome machines Davey had. Tyler loved his career, though. He loved being a mechanic and getting to not just ride, but work on the bikes. He couldn’t help but think about how after the season, he would have some time to work on his soft tail. Davey’s huge garage would be perfect for bringing in some bigger and better tools to help him.
He parked the truck, hearing the high-pitched humming of the bikes and letting it bring a smile to his face. The only thing better than watching Davey ride was being in his lover’s arms while Davey fucked him into the mattress. Tyler’s smile widened to the point of pain thinking about how lucky he was to have that every morning along with being included in everything else in Davey’s life.
He walked up to the edge of the dirt and stood next to Brad, watching Davey and someone else fly over the jumps across the track. That someone else rode Tyler’s bike. His smile slipped from his face, totally unprepared for the jealous feelings of having another rider with Davey on his bike on Davey’s track. He wanted to scream and yell and knock the son of a bitch off his bike and on his ass. He felt rather than heard the growl in his throat, just before Brad grabbed his arm and pointed at the two of them pumping their legs as they made it over the whoops, Davey riding just slightly ahead of the other rider.
“That’s Tim. Everything’s cool.”
Tyler shook his head, wanting to protest. Everything was not alright if this Tim fellow could take his place on Davey’s track and in his life so easily.
The two riders pulled up and Davey yanked off his goggles. “Tyler!” He sounded incredibly happy. “This is Tim. He’s gay too!”
White noise rushed through Tyler’s head as he stalked over to the other man, ready to push him to the ground. Brad’s hands pulled him back. “What the fuck?” Tyler spat, still trying to push himself toward the other man.
Davey had his helmet and gloves off and Tyler pulled into his arms before he could break out of Brad’s grasp. “Shh. It’s not like that. Ty, baby, shush,” he cooed in Tyler’s ear, bringing him back to earth.
“Davey?” he asked, pulling his man into a crushing hug, needing to mark his territory and claim what belonged to him.
“Ouch, Ty! I can’t breathe,” Davey croaked out. Only then did Tyler release him.
Brad laughed hysterically, speaking between gasps. “I hate it. Hate for anyone. Oh God! Between you two!”
“Shut it!” Davey scowled at his trainer. “Tim is here to help me. He has his own boyfriend, Ty. This is business, track business.”
Tyler took a deep breath, willing his emotions to settle down. The logical side of his brain fought to make a comeback and reassure him that he had nothing to worry about and he should believe in his man. He’d never been the jealous sort, but after the incident with Davie’s cousin almost inadvertently breaking them up, Tyler couldn’t tolerate competition. Maybe the secrecy factor added to those jealous feelings. Not being able to show the world who they belonged to meant anyone could try to take his man. Tyler was not having that. Not any of that. “Davey, sorry. I didn’t expect to. Shit. Didn’t think about it.”
“No. I’m sorry, I didn’t think of how it would look or how you would take it. I was so happy to see you, I just blurted shit out like that. I’m sorry.” He pulled Tyler into his arms again.
“You just look too fucking hot in your gear,” Tyler growled, giving the other rider the evil eye over Davey’s shoulder.
Surprisingly, the guy smiled, bashfully. “Hey. I probably would’ve taken my head off, too. I’m Tim.” He extended his still gloved hand. This time when Tyler stalked over to him, it was only for a hand shake. Tyler gripped the man’s hand firmly, leaving no room for Tim to get any ideas. “So, can we get back to work now? You’re paying an awful lot for us to be having a pissing contest.”
Tyler smiled. He couldn’t help but like the guy. “Sure, but next time bring your own damn bike.”
The rest of the afternoon, Tyler watched Davey practice, and he could tell right away what
a difference the guy had already made. He couldn’t hate that, and at the end of the day, Davey and Tyler ended up alone in the pool, cooling off and then heating up. He sure couldn’t hate that either.
Tim turned out to be a great track coach. He had more expertise than Brad. He readily climbed on a bike to show him and challenge him. He was also great with Tyler. After their initial meeting had gone so poorly, Davey had been surprised at how well they got along. Tim gave Tyler pointers on working out and explained some of the things he showed Davey, sharing all of that seemed to help Tyler relax around the man.
Davey was actually amazed at the difference in Tyler’s appearance since Brad and Tim had been around. He had been in shape, but his muscles had become even more defined and his cheeks stood out just a little sharper with the last layer of fat melting off of him. They’d even managed to convince Tyler to add more cardio in his routine. Tim also gave Tyler some pointers when they rode together. Tyler lasted a lot longer on the track now and Davey absolutely loved riding with Tyler, so that made him very happy.
Davey spent every minute of the day working out or on the track and eating fresh foods between sessions. Tyler quickly got on the same schedule, just by reason of proximity, and it showed. The man went from a sexy little minx, to breathtakingly muscle-packed and gorgeous.
He made his way back to his bedroom. One thing Tyler didn’t do was his first morning run. Tyler preferred to sleep in and Davey preferred to wake him up all over again when he was finished running.
Davey jumped in the shower and rinsed off, quickly drying himself off with the towel, and then he climbed in between the sheets and pressed his hard cock up against Tyler’s ass. Tyler hummed and rolled his hips, rubbing his ass against Davey’s hard-on. He nibbled at the back of Tyler’s neck and slid his hands down Tyler’s chest. “Good morning, my Sleeping Beauty,” he purred softly in Tyler’s ear.
“Mmm,” Tyler responsed.
“Brad and Tim are gone, lover. We’re all alone in the house.”
“Good.”
Davey slid his dick up and down along Tyler’s crack. “I want you baby.”
“Mmm, fuck me, Davey.”
He loved hearing the sexy moans his lover made and he loved his name on Tyler’s lips. He leaned back and grabbed the KY bottle off the side table and slicked up his cock. Tyler would still be wet and loose from the sex they had before Davey’s workout, so he pushed in slowly without fingering him first. “God, you’re still so ready for me.”
“Mmm.”
He bit at Tyler’s neck and shoulder, grabbed Tyler’s hip, and snapped his own hips, pushing in hard.
“Oh! Fuck yeah, Davey.”
“God, baby, I love it when you say my name like that.”
He needed to be deeper inside his lover. He rolled Tyler over fully onto his stomach, kneeling up and pulling Tyler’s hips up with him. Tyler spread his legs more, giving Davey better leverage. He pounded hard into his lover, reaching around between the mattress and his hot body, grabbing Tyler’s cock.
“Tyler, baby. Come with me.” He pumped Tyler’s cock hard, in rhythm with his own thrusts, and took them quickly to the edge.
Tyler called out as his cum squirted all over his stomach and Davey’s hand. His ass tightened hard around Davey’s cock, pushing Davey over the edge. He loved that he shot his load into Tyler without a condom. “Mm…God, I love you. You feel so good, baby.”
He cuddled up against Tyler’s back.
“Mmm, love you, too.” Tyler shuffled out from under Davey and flipped over, staring up at Davey. “Damn, I need a shower,” he muttered.
“What do you want to do today?” He loved that they had these little conversations, so domestic, so ordinary. He’d never had such a normal life with someone.
“I don’t know, but I’m getting a shower first.” He moved to get up, but Davey needed a little more closeness. He grabbed Tyler’s arm and yanked him down on top of him, flipping him to his back on the mattress. He leaned down and kissed him hard, snaking his tongue in his mouth, then licking down his throat. He pulled skin into his mouth, bit and sucked, raising a mark on his lover’s skin. “Davey,” Tyler breathed his name.
“I can’t wait until we’re married, baby.”
Tyler giggled. “Me either. Now, let me go.”
He let Tyler up but followed him into the shower. They both cleaned up together with a lot of soap and Davey getting on his knees to suck Tyler off again.
“Fuck!” Tyler said drying off. “That’s three times and I haven’t even had breakfast.”
“I thought you were breakfast,” Davey teased, raising his eyebrows. That earned him another long kiss. “Come on, lover. Let’s eat and go out somewhere.”
They had cereal and fruit, keeping it simple, then they dressed in jeans and boots. Davey pulled on his Superman T-shirt, feeling happy about everything in his life. They climbed on the big Harley with Tyler wrapping his arms around Davey from behind. Davey loved driving around the back roads of nowhere with Tyler behind him on his dad’s bike. It was one of the few personal possessions of his father’s that he’d kept, and he couldn’t stand to part with it. With Tyler riding on the back, he was ecstatic. It didn’t get any better than this. Except he planned to fuck Tyler on the seat when they got back home and that would be better.
35
Round 1 Race
Tyler made his way through the pits section to Cole’s garage area with a scowl on his face. He wasn’t happy sleeping alone in his hotel room, or leaving his engagement ring home, back at The Ranch. Neither could be helped. They’d agreed that during the race, they’d act like strangers. Three days of hell as far as Tyler was concerned, but he didn’t know what else to do about it. Thursday to Saturday was Supercross and only Supercross. Davey needed to concentrate on the race just as much as Tyler needed to concentrate on his job, and letting anyone outside of their immediate circle know about their engagement, hell their relationship at all, was not happening. He didn’t realize he’d be so miserable without his fiancé around, though. He missed Davey every second they were apart.
He entered the garage. Cody wasn’t around yet; it was early. Andy had his back to the door. “What’s up?” Tyler called.
“Hey, man. How you been?” Andy gave him a quick one-arm hug. They hadn’t seen each other at all during the offseason, but they had become decent friends, so it was nice seeing a smiling and friendly face.
“We have anything specific to work on yet?” Tyler asked.
“Nah. I’m just waiting for Cody or Cole, hanging out.” He was flipping through his smart phone, not paying much attention to Tyler or anything else, as he leaned against the counter.
“Andy, Tyler, come help me unload these bikes!” Cody had arrived. Andy stuck his phone in his pants pocket and they both jumped up to the back of the trailer. They each started working on the straps to release the two 450 bikes. “So, the news is we’re adding a rider to the team.”
“Who’s that?” Andy asked.
“Parker Shannon.”
Andy stood up straight with a puzzled look on his face. “Shannon?”
“Oh? So, is that the guy that was riding Suzuki in the 250 West the last couple of years?” Tyler asked.
Cody grunted, pulling at a strap. “That’s him. Took third in points last season. We sent him a bike to see if he’d like to run for us.”
Someone at KTM must have seen some potential in the rider. He hadn’t been on Tyler’s radar, but he hadn’t necessarily been following that class. He’d been following the 450 and Davey. It hardly mattered, though.
“So, I’m making Andy the lead on his bike.”
“Fuck, yeah,” Andy answered and pulled the bike down out of the trailer.
Tyler followed with the second bike, and Cody jumped down behind him. “That means, Tyler is lead for Cole’s bike.”
That perked his ears up. “What? You mean it?”
“Yes, I mean it. I need you two on lead for each. I have to superv
ise both and the 250s. I’m also bringing in a junior mechanic, Michael Hun—”
“Mickey? Mickey Hun?” Tyler asked, excited at the prospect of working with someone he knew.
“Yeah, I take it you know him?” Cody asked.
“Yeah, he’s cool. We worked together some. He has good instincts.”
“So, fucking glad you approve, now get on this bike, Whitmore.” Cody grunted and moved on to other things. Tyler was proud that Cody trusted him and Andy with the 450s, but the man did have a lot to oversee; he had to trust others to get the job done.
Andy rolled his 450 up on a stand. “This is totally cool.”
“Yep. I just hope Shannon has a better personality than Cole.”
They both knew Cole could be a jerk, especially when it came to his bike. That would be something Tyler would have to deal with, but it would so be worth it.
“Damn, we should have asked if that means we get raises,” Andy said with a raise of his eyebrows.
“Who cares, this is better than a raise.”
“Easy for you to say.”
They joked throughout the day as they gave the bikes a once over. Eventually, Cole came in barking orders and telling Tyler he needed to be at the track early the next morning to make sure the bike was good. Tyler agreed to the early time, as if he didn’t know he would need to be there. He wouldn’t be up all night fucking Davey anyway, so he might as well go to bed early.
The entire day seemed surreal. He couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel to call Davey. They couldn’t be together, but they still had their video chat on their phones. The thought of watching Davey stroke his cock for him, made his own dick start to swell. He had to stop thinking about it until later. He had to ride back to the hotel with Andy after all, and he didn’t want to do that sporting a hard-on.
Friday’s practice run went well, and Cole seemed very pleased with the bike and with Tyler. He went to lunch with Andy and Mickey. He’d been honestly glad to be working with his friend. Mickey was a delight to work with and cute too. He had a nice compact body, thick dark hair that could only be described as luscious, and olive skin. If he wasn’t engaged to Davey, and Hun was gay, he’d totally be going for it. But, neither of those things were true, so he just enjoyed the friendship. He didn’t even flirt with the guy.
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