Page 8 of Serve (Men of Hidden Creek Season 1, #5)

Chapter Eight

Chip

“You’ve been awfully quiet today. What’s up?” Sheila asked. They’d been filling out paperwork all morning, and were in the locker room getting ready to hit the road.

“My Aunt Dixie’s boss, Tyler. He’s that guy we brought in. Remember the car accident in the park?” He replied. She nodded.

“Well, he’s going to be fine. He’s home already, and I’ve been umm…” Chip turned red, and Sheila bit her lip as if she was going to laugh.

“What Chip? What have you two been up to?” She poked him in the ribs, and he burst out laughing.

“Stop that!” He grabbed his sides and glanced away. She giggled, and he knew he had to say something to satisfy her curiosity.

He turned back to her and spoke in a low voice.

“We’ve been hanging out. He wants to teach me how to play tennis in his backyard court.

I’m kind of embarrassed. Haven’t picked up a racket since high school.

I can’t believe I’m going to learn the game from one of the best athletes in the sport.

” He leapt up from the bench and closed his locker.

He was practically bouncing up and down with energy.

“So that’s all? You’ve just been ‘hanging out’ with him?” She pressed.

“Yeah, we’ve been spending time together. He’s a famous athlete, travels the world, been on magazine covers and TV. I like him, but I don’t want to read too much into it, you know what I mean?”

“Why wouldn’t he be into you? Just because he’s rich and famous doesn’t mean you’re not worth something to him. Don’t be intimidated by all that stuff. He puts his pants on one leg at a time, just like the rest of us.” She said.

“I mean, yeah, I know he’s human. Every time I see him, I get a little flashback to when I first laid eyes on him.

Pulling someone from a wreck changes your perception of a person.

I’ll always see him there, laid out on the stretcher.

” He didn’t have to say anything more. She understood more than anyone the humanizing effect medical emergencies had on everyone.

Didn’t matter if you were a garbage man or a pop star, if you were human, you would still bleed the same.

Chip’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket, pleased to see a message from Tyler.

Ready to play with some balls?

Can’t wait to see you

He snickered, then typed a reply, letting him know he’d be there around six. He would make it a point to be there early, if possible.

“Is that him?” Sheila asked.

“Yeah, how did you know?” He asked.

“Lucky guess, or maybe it’s the huge grin on your face.” She punched him on the shoulder, and they headed outside to stock supplies in the ambulance.

“Hit the ball into the box. Don’t try to hit it hard, just make sure it’s in.” Tyler instructed him. The sun was behind Tyler, outlining his body in golden rays. Chip thought he looked like a God, his muscles straining against his tight, form-fitting t-shirt.

He tossed the ball in the air and somehow connected the racket and ball together. Tyler gently batted the ball back to him. They volleyed back and forth, and Chip felt out of shape compared to Tyler.

An hour passed, and the sun was setting behind the house, so Tyler called it a night. His body had held up well, and except for a few bruises, you’d never know he’d been in a car accident recently.

“Are you sure it’s safe to play in your condition?” Chip asked him at the net. He was breathing hard and wondered at Tyler’s superb conditioning.

“Chip, I’ve been a pro since I was seventeen years old.

You’re helping a lot just by getting me on the court.

It’s fun teaching you, and I need to be hitting a few balls to stay in practice.

If this was a professional match, I’d be in agony.

All we’re doing is hitting the ball back and forth and teaching you the rules.

I feel fine, trust me.” Tyler pulled his t-shirt off, wincing for a moment as he lifted his arms. He let it fall to the bench and crossed over to Chip’s side of the court.

He placed his hands on Chip’s shoulders and locked eyes with him.

“Thanks for coming. It might not seem like much to you, but any reason to get me back on the court helps. Of course, it’s like teaching a drunk puppy to play.” He said with a wink.

Chip laughed and felt his cock growing in his shorts.

He stroked the side of Tyler’s face. His brown eyes were so dark, and usually they seemed serious, and intimidating.

Now they looked warm, the fine lines etching the skin around them as he smiled.

Without thinking, he pulled Tyler to his chest, surprised to feel his heart beating so fast. He turned his head, and so did Tyler.

Their lips met, and for a moment, he forgot everything else in his life.

Tyler pulled back an inch, kissed him on the cheek, and stepped away. He had a mischievous grin on his face.

“Last one in gives the other a blow job!” Tyler kicked off his sneakers, pulled down his shorts and raced for the pool. He jumped high over the water and landed with a cannonball splash.

“What are you standing there for? C’mon, the pool’s heated, water feels great!” Tyler called out to him after he resurfaced.

Chip bit his lower lip to keep from laughing. He nervously pulled his t-shirt off, then kicked off his shoes.

“That’s not fair! You already had your shirt off!

” He called back to him. He sauntered to the pool’s edge, suddenly shy about taking his shorts off.

His cock was stiff, and every time he looked at Tyler, it seemed to swell up.

He yanked them down and dived in. Chip opened his eyes underwater and saw Tyler’s thick legs ahead of him.

He reached out, grabbed them, and pulled himself into his body.

Chip opened his mouth and took the head of Tyler’s cock inside him.

It was only for a few seconds, but his tongue swirling around the head of the athlete’s dick made the man’s legs shake.

He could only hold his breath for a few more seconds before he relinquished Tyler’s cock and came up for air.

Tyler pulled him into his chest, and he felt the man’s tongue licking the side of his neck.

Tyler’s body was rock hard due to years of making it a competitive machine.

Chip wrapped his arms around him, felt Tyler’s girth poking at his own.

He turned his head, opened his mouth, and tasted Tyler’s tongue.

Little shocks of light danced behind his closed eyes, jolts of electricity racing through his limbs.

Chip felt something in his chest expand, and his heart raced.

He reached down and cupped Tyler’s firm ass.

After a few moments, he felt Tyler gently pushing back.

He opened his eyes, and felt Tyler’s hands on his waist, pulling him to the steps of the pool.

He sat Chip down, then covered his body with his own.

His assault on Chip’s lips intensified, and the feeling of the man’s stubble scraping his skin elevated his heart rate more.

Chip wrapped his arms around Tyler, not wanting to let go.

His hard length pushed against his own until a rhythm developed.

Their hips moved quickly as they rubbed against each other.

Chip’s cock felt like it couldn’t get any bigger, but then a sudden movement from Tyler and his shaft would swell even more.

Finally, Tyler relinquished his lips and sat on Chip’s lap.

The warm water lapped against them while they caught their breath. Chip felt his cock slip between Tyler’s thighs, and his body twitched with pleasure.

“Oh my god, you feel so good.” Chip moaned, leaning his head on Tyler’s muscular back.

Tyler moved his hips up and down, causing Chip to moan more.

He felt his cock slide out from between his thighs, then felt it hit Tyler’s entrance, causing the older man to jump.

Chip wrapped his arms around him and pulled Tyler tight against his chest. He licked the man’s back, triggering a moan in response.

Moments later, Tyler stood, water dripping from his tanned body as he turned to face Chip.

He held his hand out. Tyler pulled him to his feet, then led him up the steps into the rapidly cooling night air.

“I didn’t realize how warm the water was.

It’s getting cold.” Chip said. Tyler let go of his hand and bounded into the changing rooms at the other end of the pool.

When he emerged, he had a couple of black, fluffy towels.

He wrapped one around his waist, then raised the other over his head, and pulled it down behind Chip.

He pulled him into his body with the towel, and their lips met once more.

“Come with me.” He let go of Chip for a moment, then pulled him toward the backdoor of the house. Chip stumbled as he followed, and so did his heart. He’d never felt so connected to anyone in his life. Tyler opened the door and pulled Chip inside. He took him in his arms, squeezing him tight.

“You don’t know what you are doing to me, do you?” Tyler asked.

“If it’s anything like how I feel—” Before Chip could finish his sentence, Tyler covered his mouth with his own. Their towels dropped to the floor. Moments later, Tyler led him to his bedroom.

It was very dark, with heavy drapes and low lighting.

Chip sat on the bed, while Tyler opened the drawer of the bedside table.

He pulled out a lighter and lit the candles, of which there were at least a dozen.

Chip realized Tyler must have placed them there just for him, since there was none there the other night.