Shocking Truths

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Summary: Carl is reprimanded for his scuffle with Matt.

AUTHOR: Jaik
EMAIL: jaik@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
CHARACTER: Carl Edwards/Jamie McMurray, Carl POV
WORD COUNT: 1,885
DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING and am affiliated with NO ONE mentioned here. Not the drivers, not the teams, no one. This is all fiction and fun. In other words...NOT REAL, NOT REAL, NOT REAL. ;-)
DEDICATION: To the future-wifey for her great work with the Cena/Carl series!
AUTHOR’S NOTE: So I’m not the best smut writer. Get over it, the banter is good.
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Maybe it was the way he looked at me. Maybe it was because he cut me off. Maybe it was because he didn’t say thank you after I flew him here. Maybe it’s just because he’s a fuckhead that I don’t care for. Yeah. It’s probably that last one. Who the hell does Matt think he is? God? He’s not even perfect; or good-looking at that.

I wanted to let the punch land. Make him hurt a little, make him bleed; make him feel anything for that matter. He’s an honest to goodness robot! Even the media sees it! There used to even be a commercial where he malfunctioned and had to be replaced by another model.

Now I’m the one who gets glared at and gossiped about, because I showed him that he’s not able to escape out of every little thing he does. The fear in his eyes and face when I came at him was good enough for me. But then again, if I had actually hit him…I might’ve had an orgasm right there. Nah, I doubt that scrap pile of metal will ever give anything an orgasm; makes me wonder how Katie does it every night.

Who honestly gets off at having that grotesque pile of human thrusting into them? I think I’d rather stick mine into a blender and hit puree before I even slept in the same room as him. Now that I’ve thought about it; I doubt there is anything more horrifying than the image of Matt Kenseth trying to procreate…again that is.

Poor kid, I really do feel bad for his boy. Hopefully he doesn’t turn out like Matt; lord knows all we need is another one of him walking around.

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Walking in I can see his stupid, cheese colored hat. Geez, could he be anymore repulsive? Jamie turns his head hopefully and catches my eye as I slip in during Jack’s recount of last week’s race. He winks at me and smiles slyly as I bring my foot up and nudge his under the table.

Jack continues on with our results and what he expects out of us before he finally turns the floor to us. But as he comes to the point where he asks us if we have anything to add; he stops, turns to me and asks instead “Carl do you have something you would like to say to someone at this table?”

Pushing back the bile that rises in my throat at the thought of what’s coming I croak, “Jamie, your new style looks grand.” He laughs heartily with everyone else, but I can see the smile in his eyes from the compliment.

“Damn it son, you know what I mean! Everyone, you may leave, Matt I’d like you to stay and we three will continue this in private.” With a nod to the door from Jack, everyone files out quickly. Jamie makes a small motion with his hand, telling me he’ll wait in my office.

As soon as the door is shut and everyone is out of earshot, Jack turns his attention towards me. “What the hell did you think you were doing? Taking a swing at someone when you get a little hot under the collar? It’s rather brash, though we understand; that’s racing. But your own damn teammate!” His face starts to get redder as the pressure of the blood shooting through his ancient limbs starts to climb.

“He had it coming.” I cross my arms over my chest and lean back, flexing the muscles and reminding them both who the strongest person in the room is.

“Carl. If you ever do anything this bone headed again, so help me I will see to it that you get your entire racing career taken away as well as make sure you never drive again! Do you understand me?” His face is completely bloodshot; luckily I didn’t care for being the cause of a heart attack so I nodded curtly. “Now, apologize, shake hands, and hug Mr. Kenseth.”

My jaw drops at his orders. “You want me to what?”

“You heard me. Do it, now.” He taps his foot impatiently as he waits for me to oblige him.

I bite my tongue and mutter an apology as I take his hand and pull him into an uncomfortably tight hug, making sure he feels that I could snap him in half like the twig he truly is. As I step to pull away, I feel something brush my thigh. Oh my god! The little fucker is hard! He’s getting off on this! He likes me threatening him.

With a look of horror, I ask if there’s anything else Jack needs before I make my way quickly to my office. Jamie’s absentmindedly reading a website as I come in. Pushing the recent horror story from my mind, I slip in behind him quietly, and run my hands down his shirt; bringing them up under it to caress his smooth abs.

“He made me hug him.” I whisper as I trail kisses across his neck and shoulders.

“You poor thing. Did you have to hold hands and sing Disney songs too?” He quips.

I snort and pinch his nipple lightly, sending a shiver through his body. “Keep going smart ass, the next time that won’t be a love pinch.” I threaten.

He smiles and pulls me around the desk to the couch along the far wall; he shuts the door and flips the lock as we go by it. He pulls my shirt off, followed quickly by his own; soon he’s kissing around my chest and I find his tongue has learned a few new tricks. With a happy moan, he slides his hand under my jeans and lets it find the way down to my boxers.

Sweet, dirty, nothings start leaving his lips and float about my head as his own goes down around me and he starts to suck me off. I run my hands through his hair, careful not to disturb it; but ruffling it slightly.

I hear a muffled thud and I look up quickly; Matt is standing on his tiptoes, looking through the small window above my door. I push Jamie off quickly and fly towards the door, zipping my jeans as I go. Wrenching open the door, I find he’s already gone.

A bleeding fist and splintered door later, Jamie is bandaging my hand and lecturing me on my temper. Great, this is what I needed. A boyfriend with a know-it-all attitude, a boss with a bone to pick, and a peeping Tom who gets off on me knocking the crap out of him.

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