Ryder

Chapter 25

I don't know what his fucking problem is, but he sits there through the whole of dinner with a face like a smacked arse. I mean, team-building, it's in the fucking name. We're supposed to be getting to know each other, mingling with the team, but he dips out after eating to go to bed. I can't fathom him, and I'm angry that he has a shot that could have been someone else's, someone who actually seems to want it or deserve it. All the while, he's sitting there chewing a fucking wasp. I knew the nice guy act wasn't sustainable for him, but for fuck's sake, if I'd have blinked, I think I would have missed it.

When I get back up to the room, it's late, so I slip out of my clothes and slide into bed, setting my alarm so I can be down at breakfast early. That's the best opportunity to network.

My alarm goes off, and I hear the groan before I turn it off. I grab my stuff, shower quickly and head out the door, leaving him still asleep. When I get downstairs, two of the other guys come out of the lift after me and come over to chat. One of them was a little more ‘friendly' last night, and I wonder if he's gay too? It's no secret that I am, even if it wasn't before. It's now well-known after Arch's failed attempt at outing me. All it's actually done is given me more opportunities to ‘meet' people.

I don't have the whole are they, aren't they bullshit now. They let me know if they"re interested, and this one is definitely giving off those vibes. I'm not mad about it; he's a small guy, but then they all are compared to me. He has soft features, clean-shaven. He looks young, with dirty blonde hair and grey eyes, almost blue. I smile back at him. I don't have a type… not true. I do have a type, but that's not an option, and because I'm not looking for anything serious, it doesn't really matter what they look like.

He sits at my side, scooting in close so he can talk into my ear. "Are you, erm… seeing anyone?" he whispers, and the smirk that passes my lips makes him blush.

"Would it matter if I was?" I whisper back, and he swallows but pauses for a second, then shakes his head. I smirk at him and turn back to the table, chatting with the other guy. He slides his hand over my thigh, and I smirk down at him. "You want something, sweetie?"

He bites his lip but doesn't say anything. His eyes flash with lust, and I grin. "Cat got your tongue?"

He shakes his head, and I look down at my watch. There's an hour before breakfast, and I wink at him. "I've got time," and I nod towards the bathroom in the lobby.

"Now?" he whispers.

I shrug and return to start talking again before he whispers a breathy, "Okay."

I stand from the table without saying a word and walk towards the bathroom. I don't look back. I know he's contemplating it. Is this really happening? Is this really what I want? But the answer is always a resounding yes. I push into the bathroom and into the disabled cubical at the end. I grab the condom from my wallet and slide it into my pocket. There's a minute or so before he tentatively steps into the bathroom and then scurries over to me.

"There's no lock on the door," he whispers.

"Best try and be quiet as a mouse, then." I wink. "I can help with that."

I drag him into the stall by the front of his shirt and lock the door, pushing him to his knees. His eyes go wide as I slide my hand inside my jeans and pull out my dick.

"Fucking hell," he whispers out as I slide my fingers into his hair.

"Shush, Mouse. The only noise I should be able to hear is my dick hitting the back of your throat." He gasps, and I don't waste an opportunity. I push straight into his open mouth. "Argh, yeah, that's it, Mouse." He wraps his tongue around me and tries to deep-throat me before coughing and spluttering.

"Swallow," I bark. "Don't fight it, fucking swallow." I shove harder, and he gags but swallows, and I feel his throat bob. "That's it, that's a good fucking mouse, take it, take it all."

He mumbles something, and I glare down at him before popping my dick out of his mouth. There's still a trail of drool from the end of my dick to his lip as he swallows.

"What?" I grip his chin and tilt it up to look at me. "What do you want? You want me to fuck that tight arse of yours?"

His throat bobs again, but he nods. I slide my hand down to his throat and grip tight. "You gonna stay quiet, Mouse?"

He nods as I tighten around his throat, pulling his swollen lips to mine. "You gonna be a good boy and take your jeans down." His throat bobs again, and he nods, fumbling with the buckle before shoving them down around his ankles. "Bend over and part those cheeks, Mouse, and keep quiet."

He nods but does as he's told. I slide the condom over my dick and shove my hand down on his back, pushing him over further. I groan at the tight little hole as it pulses at me, and I lean down. I spit against it, sliding my tongue around and forcing it inside. He gasps and spreads his cheeks wider. I grin against him before rising back up and holding my tip against him.

"Ready, Mouse?"

He nods, and I start to push slowly, but he tightens up. "Fucking relax!" I bark.

"It's… it's just too big." He breathes, panting now.

"They all fucking fit, Mouse. Breathe." He relaxes and takes a breath. I slam straight in, grabbing his hips and slamming him back against me.

He yells out as I bottom out, and I reach forward and grab the back of his hair, pulling him flush with my body. I've got my legs bent as he's shorter than me, but I can make it fucking work. I slide my hand around his throat and squeeze, holding him to my chest. "Hold on, Mouse. I'm about to fucking ruin you."

I slide my hand up to his mouth to keep him quiet, and I drop back onto the toilet, so he's speared on my lap. "Bounce, Mouse, fucking bounce." I groan, and he places his feet on either side of my legs and lifts himself up. As he drops down, I buck up to meet him while gripping tightly against his lips.

He tries to cry out, but I clamp harder, holding his screams in. "Fuck, yeah, just like that, Mouse. Harder, fucking harder!" I bark out at him, the sounds echoing around the bathroom.

His fingers tighten on my thighs as he hangs on, bouncing on my thick cock. I thrust up into him. "Keep quiet, Mouse."

I let go of his mouth and slide my hand down to his dick, and he gasps as my rough, calloused fingers grip tight around him.

"Shit, shit," he pants out, and I'm not gentle.

I grip my hand tight around his cock and hastily slide it up and down. I let go and bring my hand to his mouth. "Spit, motherfucker."

He does. Sliding my hand back around his shaft, I start my punishing rhythm, matching every thrust. He's gasping and crying out now. I can feel him clenching around me, and I frantically slide my hand faster till he yells out his release, and I grunt out right after him. His cum slides down my hands and onto his legs. I bite down on his shoulder through his t-shirt.

"You did so fucking good."

He sags back against my chest, panting heavily. I lift him off me slowly and tear the condom off, tying it up and tossing it in the bin. I step around him, and he sags onto the toilet, gazing up at me. I smirk and wink at him. Fastening my jeans, I turn and walk away, washing my hands and straightening my t-shirt before heading back out into the lobby.

I stride back to the dining room and sit back down. It's twenty minutes before Mouse comes back in, just as everyone else arrives. He tentatively takes the seat opposite me and winces as he sits. I smile. What can I say? I can't help myself. The others take their seats, and we chat about the plans for the rest of the weekend. Then, once we've finished, I head back to the room to shower. Arch is still fast asleep, and he startles when I walk in, sitting bolt upright.

"Who the… what the… who?" he gasps out. I walk to the balcony door and rip the curtains back.

"You missed breakfast dickhead. John was not impressed after your early departure last night." I snort, and he flops back on the bed. I strip off and grab fresh boxers before heading for the bathroom.

"Put some fucking clothes on!" he grumbles, and I chuckle, walking past.

When I come out in my boxers, he just shakes his head, and as he climbs out of bed, he's wearing what can only be described as grandad, long cotton and striped pyjamas. "What the fuck are you wearing?"

"My pyjamas…?" he questions.

"Uptight bastard, might as well wear a fucking suit to bed."

I shake my head and chuckle. He storms into the bathroom, slamming the door, and I smile to myself. He's not a morning person. Clearly.

I'm gone again before he gets out of the shower, and I wonder if he's used to not having someone pander to his every whim. I'm assuming he has ‘staff' for waking him, feeding him, laying his clothes out and whatever else posh twats do.

As I walk back downstairs, a few of the team are walking in through the lobby, and John shouts me over. "You doing anything, Ryder?"

Shaking my head, I say, "What do you need, boss?"

He grins at me. "We're heading out for a thrash round. Wondering if any of you want a preview of the track?" Phil, a team member, says, and I freaking jump at the chance. They look around the lobby, and I'm the only one around. "Come on, then. Let's get you suited and booted."

I grin, as tomorrow morning, we were supposed to get our equipment, bikes, etc. They want us all on an even playing field, so we all get a basic bike and kit.

I clap Phil on the shoulder and waggle my eyebrows at him. "Let's fucking do this."

He laughs, slinging his arm around me as we walk out of the door.

When we get to the track, there's a changing room, and our equipment is hung in our lockers. Our bikes have our locker number on, so I grab mine and start to check it over. "What the fuck are you doing?" John asks from behind me. Laughing out.

"Force of habit." I shrug.

"You fix your own bike too?" he asks.

"Yeah, me and my dad do it all." I mean, it's not unheard of as you get higher up the leagues, and that's how we all start, but a lot of the guys have at least one mechanic working for them, but it's just me and my dad, so I shrug again.

Slapping me on the shoulder, he nods to the track. I stand and head out with him, and we walk the track. He's watching me, seeing how I fare, and I know I'm lucky as this is definitely more than the others are getting. When I find a few large rocks, I bend down and toss them to the side, taking notes of divots and turns. We walk the track in silence, but I know he's watching every move I make.

When we get back, he just nods and walks away. I slide on my helmet, goggles and gloves and pull out onto the track; the team members are ready and waiting for me, Phil, James and Nick.

"Ready?" Nick shouts over the noise of our engines, and I nod, grinning from ear to ear as we take off.

I don't push. I take it steady, getting to know the course and the bike, and on the second lap, I let loose. I know I'm not gonna beat any of these guys, but I don't have to make it easy on them.

I know that I'm an aggressive rider, and for my size, I'm fast to react. I can throw a bike around as well as anyone, so I dig in and chase. I'm on James's arse. As we come to the bend, I brake a fraction later than him, allowing me to sneak up his inside only to slam my heel out and spin the wheel, drifting the bike and accelerating away a fraction of a second quicker than him. It feels awesome. I accelerate into the big tabletop jump and fly through the air, landing hard but clean, and I'm off, ripping the throttle back.

I flip down the gears and slide into the next corner. I'm right behind Nick, but there's not enough time to get past. But what I do is sit on his back wheel, edging my way inside, and just at the last corner, I sneak ahead as I rip full throttle. He does the same, and it's a race to the finish line. I know he's got me. His bike's better set up for him, and mine's base settings, so I'm at a disadvantage, but I know that they know that too, and when we stop, I rip my helmet off, grinning.

Nick curses. "You know how to ride, I'll give you that."

I can't help but grin and smile at them all. I'm here, I'm making something of myself, and nothing and no one is going to stand in my way of getting on this team.

"Wanna go again?" I wink, tugging my helmet back on and wheel spinning around and back to the start line. I can't wipe the grin off my face as they all join me again.

I'm late back, and I rush into the hotel to get washed up. I've slung my clothes back on, and I've got mud up my face. I can feel it, and I can't wipe the grin off my face as I push into the room. Arch jumps off the bed. "You scared the shit out of me. Where the hell have you been? You missed lunch."

I sling my clothes off at the side of my bed, and I see his throat bob and track my body as I stand there naked. I rush past him and into the bathroom, I don't have time to close the door, so I dive into the shower and just start scrubbing. He's still standing at the door, staring at me, when I step out.

"Dude!"

"Pardon?" he gasps.

I shake my head and shove past him. Dude's got freaking issues. I throw on my jeans and t-shirt and head out the door.

"You coming?" I push out and keep walking. God knows what this guy's deal is. "Can you try to act like a normal person? I don't want people to think I might catch fucking weirdo from you."

As we walk into the dining room, I sit down, and Mouse rushes over. I don't even know the guy's name, but I don't need to. He pulls the chair out to slide in beside me, but Arch drops into the seat like Mouse is the help, and I laugh and shake my head. Fucking priceless.

Mouse looks pissed but goes to sit further round the table. I wink across at him, and he blushes, which is cute, I suppose. I'd like to settle down one day, but I'm too busy enjoying life. I work hard, and I fuck harder—isn't that the saying?