“They loved you, baby. Not as much as me, but almost. I’m the only one who gets to fuck that cute little ass.” Tyler kicked the hotel room door shut and swept Alec up in a hug, slipping his fingers under the waistband of Alec’s pants to cup his ass.

Alec burst out laughing. “And they say romance is dead.”

“Romance is what we’ll do as soon as I get you naked,” Tyler promised, kissing Alec. “This is the consequence of telling me, right before four hours of shaking hands and signing photos, that you wanna fuck me.”

Alec was guilty as charged, but he shot Tyler an innocent expression. “Me? That doesn’t sound like me at all.”

“I think you sprang a boner the moment I picked you up,” Tyler said slowly, a wicked glint in his eye.

Alec tried to squirm out of Tyler’s arms and make him work for it, but Tyler was already ripping their clothes off. Fuck, that desperation was hot.

They were naked within seconds, kicking their clothes aside as they ground against each other.

“You’re gonna fuck me against the wall tonight,” Alec told Tyler. He grinned and waited to see how his boyfriend took the command. Usually, it was very well.

Sure enough, Tyler growled and scooped him up, backing him up against the wall with a thud that sounded a lot worse than it felt.

“Yes,” Alec panted in approval, and to show Tyler that he was fine. He didn’t want to break the spell.

“You gonna stay still enough? If I drop you, you’ll never let me forget it.”

Alec laughed. “Guess we’ll find out.” He hoisted a leg around his lover’s waist, then purred into his ear, “If you finish top twenty tomorrow, I’ll even bend you over.”

“If I win, will you handcuff me while you do it?” Tyler kissed Alec’s neck in a tortuously slow pattern up to his earlobe.

Alec giggled. “Top five.”

Tyler pulled back, looking startled. “Jesus. What do I get if I win?”

“You’ll find out,” Alec beamed.

Tyler growled and pressed him against the wall hard enough to grind their cocks together between their stomachs. “Tease.”

“I’m not teasing. Just setting the stakes.”

“If I lose?”

Alec considered this, hooking his ankle over his other leg to lock his legs around Tyler’s waist. He judged Tyler’s strength would be just fine for the job. “I might fuck you anyway,” he told Tyler. “It’s up to me, isn’t it?”

Some days, he let Tyler ravish him, but Tyler was eager to please, and Alec loved seeing Tyler totally relaxed and confident.

Plus, riding him until he begged to be allowed to come was kind of the hottest thing ever.

“You’re bossy as hell,” Tyler told him before kissing him so hard he almost forgot he had a sassy retort to conjure up.

All Alec could manage when Tyler pulled away, leaving them both panting, was, “You love that.”

“Yeah, I do.” Tyler slid his cock between Alec’s cheeks, teasing his hole.

God, that thick warmth and pressure felt divine. Alec rolled his head back against the wall and moaned. “Come on, baby.”

For all his teasing, Alec needed him inside. Now.

“My lube’s packed.”

Alec made a tsch sound. “Should’ve been ready.”

“I had an interview!” Tyler protested.

“That’s no excuse,” Alec grinned. “Check my jacket.”

Tyler’s grip faltered, sending an adrenaline rush clean through Alec’s body. He tightened his grip a moment later, but Alec’s heart pounded. “You brought lube to the first event I took you to?”

“Told you I wanted to fuck you soon,” Alec informed him, grinning. “I half-considered asking the taxi driver to find a quiet street and take a walk.”

In fact, he’d just wanted to make damn sure they’d get their chance tonight. He hadn’t had two wet dreams in ten days in order to endure another two days.

God, Tyler made him horny on sight. Four hours being at his side, meeting fans who seemed to know more about cars than Alec would learn in the next twenty years, had been hell.

Four hours wanting to tear his tear clothes off and find the nearest bathroom stall.

But it was worth it. The anticipation made it even better. Even without Tyler inside him yet, his skin burned from head to toe, at every spot where their bodies touched.

“Our clothes are over there.”

“How are your deadlifts?” Alec deadpanned, then unhooked his legs to gracefully drop to the ground. “Allow me.”

He really should have expected it.

He bent over to grab the lube, and the moment it was in his hands, Tyler’s arm went around his waist. He snagged the bottle clean out of Alec’s hand.

Alec gasped as Tyler pushed him over the desk, two slick fingers pressing into him. “Someone’s frisky!” That was about all he was gonna manage to say. God, his nerves lit up with pleasure at the thick, firm fingers that opened him up.

He fucking loved that, as much as Tyler might take orders, he also found every opportunity to disobey them. For all his quiet endurance, Alec knew he was a headstrong little thing, and Tyler was the first man to match him.

In all areas of life, not just the bedroom.

When Alec had suggested Tyler hold off racing, Tyler had listened to him, but he’d made up his own mind. When Tyler had suggested Alec punch homophobic athletes who suddenly didn’t want him treating them after he came out, he had listened, but he’d decided he liked his medical license.

Slowly, more family had shown up. Guys who had never known whether to ask for a female physiotherapist and risk being seen as pervs, or take a male physio and risk the humiliation of explaining why they were popping a boner when physical instinct took over.

Wherever he turned, Tyler was there by his side. Slowly, Alec had started to believe he always would be. His brothers had been, too, giving him a social outlet he’d lost a long time ago. God, he’d even started to decide what hobbies he wanted to take up to stay busy while Tyler was away.

The moment Tyler’s fingers slid out, something a lot bigger pressed into him.

Alec gasped, curling his fingers around the edges of the desk. He pressed his face against it, his ass brushing Tyler’s thighs as Tyler sank his cock deep inside.

As blissful as this felt on the rare weekend they spent together, it was all the better after a drought. He panted Tyler’s name and shoved back into him, arching his back. “Fuck me,” Alec begged. “I need you.”

“I will, baby,” Tyler breathed out. “Hold on tight.”

And then bliss took over—pure and simple.

Tyler braced his forearms on either side of Alec’s head. He kissed the back of Alec’s neck with surprising tenderness considering the quick, sharp thrusts against and into him.

The time for words was long past. Their language was incoherent groans, smacking skin, gasps for breath, the heat and sweat of their skin pressed together, and above all, the way Tyler’s fingers slid into the gaps between Alec’s.

How the hell had he ever thought he could do without this?

Alec squeezed Tyler’s fingers tightly, grinding against the maddeningly smooth surface of the desk.

“Look at us,” Tyler whispered.

Alec resisted, turning his face away. Tyler gently cupped his cheek, turning his head so he looked in the mirror that hung over the bed, and suddenly, Alec couldn’t look away.

Tyler’s body blanketed Alec’s, pressing him firmly against the desk. With every deep, hard thrust, Tyler’s cock rubbed inside Alec.

He’d thought that only he could feel the pleasure, but he watched himself ripple, pushing up against Tyler’s chest every time the sparks of pleasure danced along his skin.

They looked perfect.

His gaze wandered to Tyler’s in the mirror, and Tyler grinned at him, then leaned down to kiss between his shoulder blades. “I might even let you flip over so I can jerk off that hot little cock of yours,” Tyler told him.

Alec immediately wriggled under him.

Tyler laughed, pressing him flat against the desk with a hand where his lips had just been. “I didn’t say yet.”

“I did,” Alec pouted. “I’m gonna get a mess all over… whatever that is.” He hadn’t looked twice at the papers under him before grabbing the desk.

“Unless I bring it back to the wall. God, I just wanna do you against every surface<“ Tyler growled in his ear.

Alec whimpered at the thought of them screwing on the floor, against the wall, on the bed, against the wardrobe, on the windowsill…

“I figure I’ve got ten days to make up for,” Tyler told him, his voice rough. “This makes one.”

Oh, God. How the hell was he gonna sit still in the stands tomorrow? Alec found he didn’t care. “Yes!”

The thought sent a wave of heat through him, and he was more desperate than ever for a touch.

Tyler slid out, pulled him upright, and walked him over to the wall before turning his cheek again to make him look back at the mirror.

Alec’s gaze flickered between his own cheeks as he felt and saw them burn red, and the thick shaft pressing against him again.

He slid his hands up the wall, digging his nails in as hard as he dared. “Want you coming inside me, baby,” he told Tyler, groaning as Tyler’s hand wrapped around his shaft.

With every thrust, Tyler jerked his cock now, hard and fast.

Alec was in heaven, his head spinning as he buckled against the wall, the cold surface a shock to the heat and sweat of his back, and everything from Tyler’s chest to his thighs pressed against Alec’s back.

“I can’t—I’m almost…” He squeezed his eyes shut before forcing himself to open them again and watch himself. Actually seeing Tyler’s throbbing cock disappearing into him at the same time as he felt himself filled up was incredibly erotic.

So was watching his own face twist into pleasure as he gasped Tyler’s name. Then, it was louder. “Tyler… Ty! Ty, fuck, yes!”

Bliss overtook him as he squeezed around Tyler, and it took him a few moments to notice the break in Tyler’s rhythmic thrusts.

He was coming, wrapping Alec in his arms and pressing kisses along his shoulders. “I love you,” Tyler breathed out. “I love you, I fuckin’ love you, Alec Lands.”

Alec slid his hand down the wall to cover Tyler’s against his hip, turning his head and kissing Tyler’s cheek and lips. “I love you, too, baby.”

By the time they stumbled to the bed together, he was still wet and sore and utterly blissful, but considering which furniture looked sturdiest in this room.

“I missed the hell outta you,” Tyler murmured, pulling Alec against him. They were face-to-face at last, and Tyler’s face had that utterly sincere expression that Alec had fallen for, what felt like so long ago.

“I felt as much. I like this road warrior career you’ve got going on, if it comes with these perks,” Alec told him.

Tyler laughed and kissed his forehead, then his nose, and finally, his lips. “These perks are up for the offering. Just say the word.”

“Which word is that?”

“Fuck me,” Tyler whispered, his voice dropping an octave.

“That’s two words.”

Tyler eyed him. “Never said I was a genius.”

“I still don’t believe your denial,” Alec informed him, rubbing his chest and nestling his cheek into Tyler’s arm. “So there.”

Tyler laughed and closed his eyes, running his hand down Alec’s side. “I’ll have to fuck you face-to-face next so I can kiss you and keep that smart-ass mouth busy.”

“Or I could keep your smart-ass mouth busy,” Alec winked, shoving Tyler’s head down lightly.

Tyler laughed and play-wrestled him. Alec could tell he was holding back his strength, which was the sweetest idea, since Alec knew every muscle that could immobilize Tyler. Still, it was the thought that counted.

When Alec ended up on top and triumphant, he beamed down at Tyler. “Love the view. I’m keeping it.”

“Good,” Tyler smiled back at him and slid his hands above his head in surrender—or perhaps a signal that he was almost ready for another round. His expression was… gentle. Trusting. Loving.

Alec held the silence for a few more moments before he flopped down against Tyler and kissed him.

This is it, Alec thought, a smile creeping across his face. Everything Alec had never known he was looking for… it was right here, in Tyler’s arms.