Facing Fears

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Summary: Martin’s won his first Busch championship, but can Dale Jr give him what he really wants?

AUTHOR: Mick
EMAIL: mick@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
CHARACTER: Dale Earnhardt Jr/Martin Truex, Dale Jr POV
CATEGORY: Romance/smut
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. ;-)
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It had been the perfect day. Martin was showing off his trophy and I was showing him off. We were all decked out in our suits, our hair done nicely for once, and the press was everywhere. God, those people were getting off on seeing the two of us together like that. Every time we laughed and smiled at one another, someone took a picture. If I slapped him on the back or he gave me a friendly pat on the head, a flash was going off. So it didn’t surprise me that someone got a shot of us looking a little more than friendly while standing next to his car. You couldn’t tell from the angle of the picture, but I actually had my hand on his ass. Thank god. If anyone had noticed, I would have been mortified.

What stands out most is what happened after all the hoopla was over with. All the press dispersed, the sponsors wandered off to see the sights, the fans called it a day. Martin and I were left to our own devices and our hormones were telling us just what those devices would be. We’d hooked up a couple of times at that point, but nothing serious. After one of Elliott Sadler’s crewmembers caught us making out in the rig, we decided it would be better to cut the shit. Not that we did, or anything. We just found better places to mess around.

The first time that boy put my dick in his mouth I thought I was going to pass out. He’d obviously had some experience in giving head, and it showed. I think I was able to hold out for five minutes, tops. The best part was that he knew he was good at it, and it made him that much better. He had me a shaking, sweating, whimpering mess and it turned me on even more.

I, on the other hand, had never sucked a dick in my life. Before Martin I’d considered myself straight. I’d never once even looked at a guy “that way,” let alone thought about dropping to my knees for one. I don’t know what it was about him, but he changed my mind. Every time I saw him, all I could think of was getting him alone. I loved getting him off. The way he’d bury his fingers in my hair and pull on it violently as he came closer and closer to cumming, the husky voice that would tell me to go harder or faster or not to stop. It all drove me crazy.

Up until that day, we’d never had sex. I was still iffy about the whole situation, and the thought of his dick in my ass…or mine in his…just freaked me out. Blowjobs were one thing, but sex was just weird. Never mind the fact that it absolutely terrified me.

We’d taken a limo out to the track that day for the photo shoot, so once we were finished, we climbed in and told the driver to head back to the hotel. I’d slipped him a hundred and told him to go the long way--that we weren’t ready to get back just yet and deal with more sponsors. He nodded and closed the divider, leaving us in a peaceful silence in the back of the limo.

It took less than two seconds for us to come together in a tangle of arms and legs; our lips crushed together, tongues fighting for dominance. He’d had my tie off and my shirt unbuttoned before I could even attempt to undo his fly. He’d shoved me back onto the seat and crawled between my knees so fast that I had to do a double take. My pants and boxers were down around my ankles in less than half a second and before I could get a word in, my dick was in his mouth. I’d let out a surprised yelp, which quickly turned into an extremely erotic moan, and my fingers dug into his scalp. Martin snaked his tongue out and trailed it along my shaft, then began sucking lightly on my head, just enough to have me gasping for air.

“Fuck…Martin…,” I tugged at his hair, my hips bucking up off the seat as he took me into his mouth, sucking harder as he did. I could feel my entire body tensing and I couldn’t help but silently laugh at how easily he could take control of me. He started bobbing his head, grazing his teeth against me in all the right places and I let out another shout. I loved the way he did this to me every time. Before I knew it, I was biting my lip hard to keep from screaming, and my entire body was quivering as I came, Martin swallowing every drop that shot out of me.

He leaned back on his heals and smirked up at me, wiping the corner of his mouth before whispering huskily, “Damn Junior, you’re too easy.”

I sat forward and wrapped my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him into a fierce kiss as I pulled him toward me onto the seat. I reached down between us and shoved his pants down past his hips just enough to free his erection, and slipped my hand around it, loving the soft whimper that slipped from his lips.

“Junior, stop,” he put his hand over mine and held it still as he pulled away enough to look me in the eyes, “I want you. Not your hand.”

I could feel my face turning white at his words. He wanted…me? As in…sex? I thought I’d pass out.

“Martin, I…I don’t think…,” Before I could get out a full thought, he’d kissed me again and climbed up to straddle my lap, his cock pressing hard against mine. It was a feeling I’d never known before and it made me harder than I’d been to begin with. He muffled my moans with his mouth as he began to rub against me, pinning my shoulders back against the seat with his hands.

“Dale, I swear I won’t hurt you,” he whispered into my ear, nipping at my earlobe, “I swear. Please, god, I need you so bad.”

How could I argue with that? It just wasn’t possible. He pulled his head back to look me in the eye once more and I nodded slightly, whispering hoarsely, “Ok….”

He’d given me the sexiest smile I’d ever seen in my life before getting up and kneeling on the floor, then motioning for me to do the same. After convincing me to turn around and lean on the seat, he pressed himself against my back, his shaft pressed against my ass, his face buried in my neck. I felt him shift around a bit and let out a shout when he slipped a finger into me. He laughed into my ear as I bit down hard on my lip and fought to keep control of my body under this new intrusion. He started to wiggle his finger around a bit before sliding a second one in and I could feel tears stinging my eyes. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but it sure as hell didn’t feel natural.

“Martin, I changed my--OH SWEET JESUS!” With one quick stroke he’d hit something deep inside me that suddenly had my head spinning and every vein in my body burning.

“Just trust me Dale…it’ll be amazing, I promise,” he sucked softly on my neck as he pulled his fingers out of me and I whimpered softly at the strange emptiness I now felt. In a matter of seconds he’d replaced his fingers with the head of his cock and I sucked in my bottom lip.

“You ready?” He practically growled, pushing in a little further.

I was in agony. Saying no would have surely ended everything between us, but saying yes meant more of him inside of me and I wasn’t sure I could handle that just yet. He rested his hands on my hips, rubbing them softly as he pushed deeper inside of me and I let my head hang down as I gasped for air.

“Relax. Dale. It won’t hurt if you don’t fight it…,” he nipped at my shoulder and slipped his hands around to my stomach, rubbing it gently as he slid fully inside of me.

“Martin, it hurts like a bitch,” I hissed out.

“Relax,” one of his hands slid down to my cock and slowly began stroking it.

“Oh god…,” my hips bucked out of instinct and he took the opportunity to thrust hard into me. I gasped and felt my body start to relax, suddenly welcoming the strange mix of pleasure and pain coursing through me.

“Told you,” he snickered, starting to pump in and out of me rhythmically, his hand matching his motions. I started to move with him, enjoying this new experience more than I thought was possible. Every nerve in my body was burning; everywhere he touched me I could feel little pricks of electricity. He started sucking on my neck and he sped up, angling his thrusts so he once again hit that sweet spot he’d gotten with his fingers only moments before.

His name became a mantra as I felt myself reaching the edge. I was determined to hold on, to make this last until I felt him cum deep inside of me, but all it took was one good thrust to throw that idea out the window. Martin squeezed my shaft hard as he slammed into me one final time, sending me into a spiral of emotion I’d never felt before. I saw black spots as I came, spraying my release onto the seat and over his hand. Every muscle in my body tensed and relaxed and within seconds I felt him cum inside me, pressing deep into me as he held me as close to him as possible, screaming his release into the back of my neck.

We stayed like that for a moment, breathing raggedly and covered in a thin layer of sweat. He pulled out of me and I whimpered, the emptiness from earlier returning tenfold. Reluctantly, we pulled our clothes back on and did our best to fix our hair and make it look like we hadn’t just fucked in a limo on the way back from a photo shoot. Martin had grabbed a handful of napkins to clean the seat with, and then tossed them out the window. I felt bad for whoever they hit.

“Thank you Dale,” he whispered, kissing me softly. He cupped my cheek in his hand, pulling me closer to him.

We stayed like that for a moment, parting as we felt the limo come to a stop. The divider rolled down and the driver announced that we’d reached the hotel. With a thank you, we stepped out of the limo and headed into the hotel and straight up to our room. Now that I’d had the one thing I’d been afraid of, I wanted more.

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