I was feeling bold, and knew what I might ask for. If Theo rejected that, I would have no choice but to move on. But the sunshine and seclusion made me feel like I could do anything. The way those eyes looked at me through the helmet made me feel braver. And the need I had for Theo Tyler made me the boldest, bravest idiot I had ever been.
“Fine, you’re on. But when I ask for your entire racing fortune and your house, you’re going to be devastated you made that bet.” Theo’s eyes crinkled through that visor again.
I lined us up against an imaginary starting line, and pointed him at the clearest track through the trees. “We’ll start here. No contact, take a faster route if you see one. In three…two…one…”
Before I could even say “Go,” Theo was off. I swore under my breath and revved the throttle, shooting off behind him. Theo was fast, and full of the confidence of youth, dipping and weaving even though he wasn’t familiar with the route.
But therein lay my advantage. I knew the terrain, and the widest path was not the quickest. Not that I’d told Theo.
I bore left and took a straight path through the trees. Theo was ahead of me, then beside me, and then behind. I was flyingthrough the trees, racing more like a rocket than a quad biker. I could see the elm tree getting closer, and even though Theo was driving his hardest behind me, I was so far ahead that it didn’t matter. I skidded to a stop a few feet from the tree, dismounted and ran to put a finger on it before Theo even got to the clearing. I took off my helmet and let it drop to the ground.
He came speeding in anyway, and came to a stop dangerously close to my feet. “You cheated!” he accused.
“You didn’t wait for me to say go!” I retorted.
Theo hesitated. “…fair cop. I lose. I am yours to do with as you wish, master.”
Despite his mocking bow and the silly tone he had taken, I still felt a shiver run down my spine. Could I dare to ask for what I really wanted? Would he allow me, or would he be grossed out?
“Take your helmet off,” I said. I aimed to say it with confidence, but it came out all too quiet.
“Is that it?” Theo asked, unbuckling the helmet. His neck and t-shirt were covered in dust, which contrasted with his clean face and sweat-damp hair. He ran a hand through that hair, and I felt a shiver of lust travel through me.
Fuck.I had to do it. If not now, when would I ever get the chance?
“Teodoro. No…Theodore Tyler, I have one request. I would like you to kiss me.”
Theodore’s eyes locked with mine for less than half a second. I had expected hesitation, feared an instant rejection. I could never have anticipated him scrambling over the quad bike without any grace, stumbling into my arms and locking lips with me.
The kiss was hot, quick, messy, deep. Tongues battled, teeth clashed as we fell upon each other. Like he had been waiting for me to ask forever. Like he was as starved of my touch as I was of his.
Surely not, my mind supplied as we ground against one another. As I pushed him up against the old elm tree, and his hands roamed every part of my body they could reach, finally settling for the back of my neck, pulling me in impossibly closer.
I ground up against his smaller body, sure I could feel that he was as hard as I was. We separated, only from the neck up, and each took deep breaths of air. “I thought…you’d never ask,” said Theo. “That I was imagining it.”
“Imagining what?” I placed my index finger on his dark, swollen lips.
Theo reddened. “Please don’t tease me. Please tell me you feel the same way.”
“Without you telling me,Teodoro,I cannot tell you if I feel the same way.”
“That I’ve wanted you for a really long time.”
He leaned forward, and our lips met again. Gentler, slower. We had all the time in the world for frantic action. I let my hand drop toward his shorts, and felt the hard length of him underneath the thin fabric. “May I?” I asked.
Theo nodded, not breaking the kiss. With one hand, I fumbled with the drawstring of the shorts. They were too big for him, and fell quickly, only catching on his shaft as they fell.
He moaned into my mouth as I grasped the warm flesh in my hand and gave a gentle tug. His shaking hands came down to the zipper of my shorts and fumbled until he’d pulled my cock out.
“For fuck’s sake,” Theo groaned as he broke the kiss.
“What’s wrong? You sound…disappointed,” I said, trying to keep the hurt from my voice.
“I’m mad you got a tattoo about me having a bigger dick than you. It was alie,”said Theo.
“It’s OK, I like that,” I said. “I’m no…what’s the English?Size queen?”
I looked down at us, cocks rubbing against each other and resting in one another’s hands. I was a little thicker and longer, but not by much. Theo had very little to worry about in the size department. Though I trimmed, my pubic hair was a dark, short tangle next to his light blonde hairs. Neither of us was cut, and I lined up the heads of our cocks to pull our foreskins back and forth.
