“No.” I help him off the bike then dismount myself, stowing our helmets on the handlebars. “I’ll pack some stuff real quick and Jace will take care of the rest so you and I can hang out.”
I nod at Jace, a silent thank you for the reprieve since we both know we’ll be having a hard conversation once it’s just us. Then Lennon and I make our way to my room, where I stare at my duffel bag like I can make it pack itself. Or disappear altogether, so I don’t have to pack at all.
“Anything I can help with?” Lennon’s resigned voice brings me out of my stupor.
“No.” I give a curt shake of my head. “I’m just not ready to live out of the trailer again, and packing means that’s where I’m headed.”
“Where is this trailer, anyway? All that’s been in the driveway all week are trucks and bikes.”
Yanking open a drawer, I start transferring T-shirts into my bag. “We parked them at the RV campground. Usually, we’d have stayed in them there, but Jace suggested an actual house, and now I’m wondering why we’ve never done that before. The packing and unpacking part sucks, but it’s been nice to spread out.”
He watches me stoically from his seat on the bed, cracking his knuckles. It’s so unlike him it nearly guts me, and I’m half tempted to say fuck it and ignore the sponsors so I can stay here and find out if Lennon’s anywhere near as attached to me as I am to him. Then he brings me back to reality.
“I can’t imagine living in a trailer. Even though I’m hardly there, I like being able to move around in my house.”
Right. His work comes first.
“It’s not so bad.” I do my best to sound unaffected by the reminder I’m just a fling. “It’s got space for both my bikes in the back, and a living room, kitchen and bedroom in the front. I bought it with the prize money from winning the circuit a few years back, and I splurged since I knew it’d be home for a while. I probably wouldn’t be dreading it if we hadn’t rented this place. The trailer can’t really compete with the house.” I move to the next drawer and start emptying it.
“Hey,” he says when he sees his lace briefs in my hand. “You’re not really going to keep those, are you?”
“I absolutely am. You know why, too.” I muster a sly grin, leaning into my role as a plaything since that’s better than saying goodbye now.
“I’m not sure I want those added to your underwear collection.”
“These make up the entire collection.” I cross the room and stand over him, forcing him to lift his chin to see me. “And I’ll also take the ones you’re wearing now.”
“What makes you think I’m wearing any?” He smirks back at me.
“We’ve been through this, you little devil.” I grab the waist of his shorts and start tugging them down. “You know how much I like your sexy briefs, and I know you secretly like giving them to me, so you’re always wearing them. And they’ve always got a little wet spot, just for me.”
“Such a pig,” he huffs while trying not to smirk.
I lean forward and run my nose along the fabric between his legs. “Only because it makes you drip for me, and nothing turns me on the way your scent does.” I pull the lace down just enough to let his tip poke out the top and lick over his slit. “That’s why you’ll let me keep all your briefs, and you’ll give me these ones too. You love knowing that I might put them over my face. Or rub them on my cock, thinking of you.”
“Axel, fuck,” he groans, and my cock goes rock hard. Lennon’s moaned many times for me before, but this is the first time he’s moaned my name, and I fucking love it.
I tear the lace from his body and kneel down, sealing my lips over his crown and slurping it with slow yet deliberate pulls. While my dirty talk gets him in the mood, torturing this sensitive skin drives him absolutely insane, and when he gets that way, I feel his arousal from my dick all the way down to my toes.
The feral noises rumbling from his chest have me dying to take my cock in hand and finish us both as fast as possible, but it’s too soon to get carried away, especially knowing this is our last night. So I ease up, hoping to prolong this final encounter, which nearly proves futile when I hear Lennon whimper in frustration.
“You want more of my mouth?” I press a chaste kiss to his crown.
“Ungh.” He groans desperately.
I bite back a salacious smirk. “Greedy boy.”
Using my tongue, I flick his leaking slit, savoring the salty musk. Lennon’s head thrashes from side to side as his hips try to roll upward, a silent plea for more. Strong fingers tunnel into my hair, chest heaving with shaky breaths as he pulls me forward, forcing his beautiful cock down my throat. Fortunately, I was ready for the intrusion, and I oblige his request, bobbing on his length while he writhes beneath me.
When Lennon’s cock goes rigid I pop off, denying his near imminent release.
“Nooo,” he pleads. “Stop teasing me.”
“I’m not teasing baby.” I whip my shirt off and stand up to free my cock. “I promised after feeling the bike vibrate between your legs you’d have the best orgasm of your life, and I’m gonna give it to you.”
Dick in hand, I stand over the bed and stroke myself to the image of Lennon so desperate for me he’s trying to fuck the air. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and that doesn’t even take into consideration the primal noises he’s making. I’m half tempted to paint him in my release before prepping him to see how sinfully dirty we can get, which might help me last longer for the main event, but Lennon clearly wants my dick in himyesterday, so I let go of my shaft and reach for the lube.
Fingers thoroughly coated, I kneel between his legs and watch his hole open for me as I press inside. We’ve fucked enough over the last few days he takes them effortlessly, and for a moment the intrusion seems to satisfy Lennon if his contented sigh is any indication. Yet my gentle scissoring makes his cock twitch as it strains upward, which has him writhing again in no time.
