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Summary: Daytona 2006...Matt is upset with his new teammate.

AUTHOR: MystikHeather
EMAIL: mystikheather@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
CHARACTERS: Matt Kenseth/Jamie McMurray
CATEGORY: Smut!
CHALLENGE: BFC V - Include some form of cars and/or driving
WORD COUNT: 3,205
DISCLAIMER: If you recognize it, I don’t own it. 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. ;-)
SETTING: 2006, Daytona.  Jamie is driving for Roush.
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Matt Kenseth had been racing for a long time, had seen a lot of things in his career, both on the track, in the garage…in the motorcoach lot.  He had learned to expect the unexpected.  But he was shocked when he rounded the corner and came face to face with Jamie McMurray sitting on his front steps. 

They’d only been teammates for a few weeks, Gannassi having relented, letting Jamie out of his contract.  It had been a rough few weeks, and after what had happened on the track today, he couldn’t believe that little shit teammate of his had the nerve to show up here.  He was either stupid, or asking for it.

His shock turned quickly to anger.  “What the fuck are you doing here?” he spat out, stalking up to where the younger man was sitting.  “You’ve got some nerve, showing up here after what you did today.”

Jamie stood up quickly, eyes flashing.  “Calm down, Matt.  I was going to fucking apologize for what happened on the track today, but you know what?  I’ve changed my mind.”

“Well, I don’t need any apologies from you, so I suggest you get the hell out of here,” Matt shot back.

Jamie threw his arms up, kicking at the ground.  “What the fuck is your problem, Kenseth?  Ever since I announced that I was coming to this team, you’ve been the world’s biggest asshole.  Is there something I did to offend you?  Do you just not like me?  Tell me, please, what the hell crawled up your ass and fucking died?”

Matt’s voice was cold, his eyes narrowed.  “I don’t have to answer to you, McMurray.”
                                                 
“You’re going to find yourself answering to someone at some point, if you keep this shit up,” Jamie growled.

“Is that a threat?” Matt asked, voice laced with fury.  “Are you really stupid enough to threaten me?”

“What the hell would you do about it if I was?” Jamie turned to leave the area.  “You’re nothing but a washed up has-been, anyway.”

Matt strode forward, anger radiating off him in waves.  Reaching Jamie, he grabbed his arm, turning him around and slamming him against the side of the coach.  “Where the hell do you think you get off, talking to me like that,” Matt growled.

Jamie shrank back, looking around and realizing that Matt had in one move effectively trapped him.  “Look, Matt…I’m sorry,” he stammered, suddenly nervous.  He had never seen this kind of anger in the man before.

“Shut the fuck up Jamie.  You don’t get to make a statement like that and then try to take it back right away.”  Matt stared into the younger driver’s eyes.  “What’s the matter, Jamie?  You scared?” 

“Should I be?” Jamie questioned, a slight waver in his voice. 

“Depends on how smart you are.”  Glancing around, Matt realized that the area was too open to continue this discussion.  It wasn’t something that he wanted other drivers to be witnessing.

Grabbing Jamie with both hands, he forced him towards the door of his coach.  Trapping him again with his body, he fished he keys out and opened the lock.  Swinging the door open, he pushed Jamie inside, relocking the door behind him. 

Stumbling from the strong push, Jamie caught himself on the kitchen counter.  Feeling Matt close in behind him, he turned quickly, wincing as he bumped his hip on the corner.  “Not so tough now, are you,” Matt growled.

“Matt, please,” Jamie stammered, trying to back away but having nowhere to go. 

“Please what, Jamie?” Matt asked, closing the gap between him, grasping the counter on either side of Jamie, trapping him within his arms. 

“Please, don’t…” Jamie’s voice was barely a whisper. 

Matt chuckled low in his throat.  “Don’t what?  What do you think I’m gonna do?”  He lowered his head, breath tickling against Jamie’s neck.  “This?  Or…this?”

Jamie gasped as Matt’s mouth closed over sensitive skin.  “Matt, what…” he bit back a groan as Matt began to suck.  He whimpered as hands roughly grabbed his ass, pulling him forward.  Feeling Matt’s rock-hard erection, he was caught between terror and desire – what he’d always wanted, what he feared the most, was happening.

Matt forced his knee through Jamie’s legs, rubbing hard against him.  As Jamie groaned, he mashed his lips to the younger man’s, tongue running along his teeth, demanding entry.  Impatient, he bit down on Jamie’s bottom lip, shoving his tongue in deep and swallowing his cries. 

Jamie was overwhelmed by the fire running through his body, unable to fight Matt’s dominance, unsure if he wanted to.  Matt’s hands were down the back of his jeans, his knee in his crotch, his tongue in his throat.  Every nerve was tingling, his body throbbing in growing pleasure. 

Matt’s fingers made short work of Jamie’s jeans, yanking them open so he could get his hands further inside.  Cupping Jamie’s ass with his bare hands, he chucked as a quick pinch caused the man to jump.  “Sensitive back here?” he questioned.  “Well, we’re going to find out how much.”

Jamie gasped as he felt Matt’s finger slide down the crack of his ass, exploring, teasing, testing.

Matt watched Jamie’s face as he found that puckered entrance, slipping a finger ever so slightly in, all the while grinding his knee into the smaller man’s crotch.  He grinned as Jamie’s eyes shot wide open, then fluttered shut.  He worked his finger in further, then withdrew all but the tip, repeating the motion over and over.  “Do you like the feeling of my finger in your ass, Jamie?”  He voice was deep with lust, his body hard and aching.

Jamie groaned as he felt Matt worked another finger in.  “Fuck…” he groaned, voice trailing off.

“Well,” Matt said, smirking.  “If you insist.”

Spinning Jamie around, he pinned the younger man’s wrists behind his back, then pushed him towards the back bedroom area. 

Pinned as he was, Jamie could only go where he was pushed, unable to gain any kind of traction to stop his forward movement.  He grunted as Matt pushed him hard onto the bed, turning him over.  Jamie scrambled back, realizing this was his only chance at getting away, not sure if that’s what he really wanted. 

Seeing Jamie try to escape, Matt reached forward, grabbing his ankles and pulling him back.  Pinning him to the bed, he growled, “Do you need me to tie you down?”

Jamie stilled.  “No, I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Matt nodded.  “Good.”  Pulling him back towards the edge of the bed, he reached down and grabbed the waistband of Jamie’s jeans.  In one smooth motion, they were off and in a corner of the room, followed closely by his shirt.  Quickly throwing off his own clothes, Matt leaned over and grabbed a bottle of massage oil off the nightstand. 

Pouring a generous amount on his hand, he pushed Jamie’s knees back, leaving him spread open, and thrust three fingers into his resisting body.

Jamie whimpered, feeling his body rock as Matt pumped into him, loosening him.  Twisting his hand, Matt felt for that little spot that would make Jamie writhe.  Finally locating it, he brushed ever so slightly against it,  delighting in seeing Jamie moan and squirm.  Focusing on that one spot, he jammed his fingers hard against it, not letting up until Jamie’s cock was leaking.

Pulling his fingers out, he laughed as Jamie groaned.  “Don’t worry, you’ll get it soon enough.”  Pouring more massage oil into his hands, Matt coated himself thoroughly.  Positioning himself at Jamie’s opening, he leaned down and drew him into a deep kiss, swallowing the younger man’s cries as he drove in fast and hard, sheathing himself completely.

Jamie cried out, pleasure and pain bleeding into each other until they became one sensation.  Just a few thrusts and he was rising off the bed to meet Matt, getting closer and closer to the edge.  Matt’s hand was on his cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.  

“Do you know what you did wrong today?” Matt questioned, drawing almost completely out, then freezing his movements, keeping Jamie on the edge.

Jamie’s thoughts swirled, making it difficult for his mind to focus.  “Yes,” he managed, hands fisted in black silk sheets.

Matt slid in a little more, then froze again.  He continued his languid strokes of Jamie’s cock, just enough to keep the pleasure at its peak.  “Tell me,” he growled, eyes dark, watching Jamie tremble beneath him.

“Please Matt,” Jamie begged.  His hand reached down, trying to speed up Matt’s strokes.  He whimpered when Matt caught his hand, forcing his arms up over his head, trapping both of his wrists under the full weight of his body.

“Say it, Jamie, say out loud what it was you did today that you’re being punished for.”  Matt’s eyes gleamed in the dim light.

“I shouldn’t have…” Jamie gasped as Matt ran his thumb over the slit, then around the head of his cock.  “I shouldn’t have dropped out of line…Oh god,” he groaned, trying to move, to increase the stimulation.  “Shouldn’t have gone with Stewart,” he managed, his body on fire.  “Should have stayed in line with you…please, Matt, please!” he cried.

“Good boy.”  Matt grinned, resuming his soft strokes, thrusting slowly.  “And tell me,” he whispered.  “And will it ever happen again?”

“I swear it won’t happen again, I promise!” Jamie’s eyes were glazed with passion.

“I’m not convinced,” Matt teased, continuing his feather light strokes, enough to keep Jamie on the edge but not enough to send him over.

“God, please Matt, please…what do you want me to say, tell me, I’ll say it…please,” Jamie was practically incoherent.

“I want to hear that you’re mine.  That you’re here for my benefit, for my pleasure,” Matt growled, ceasing all movement, keeping Jamie pinned beneath him.

“Ahhh,” Jamie cried, completely pinned under Matt’s strong grip.  “I’m yours, I swear, I promise…please Matt!”

“Whatever I want, whenever I want it?” Matt pressed, shifting ever so slightly.

“Yes, god!  Whatever, whenever, please Matt!”

“I plan to hold you to it,” Matt growled.  With that, he picked up his pace, slamming hard into Jamie.  Pulling out, slamming back in, he maintained a furious pace as the pressure built.  With one last surge, he drove himself all the way into Jamie, filling the younger man completely as they came in unison. 

Jamie lay panting, never having been dominated like that before in his life.  “You are one fucked up son of a bitch, Matt.”

Matt stood up, shoving himself back in his pants.  “And you’re an easy lay, Jamie,” he shot back.  Pointing towards the door, he continued,  “Now get the fuck out.”

Jamie stared up at his older teammate, incredulous.  “Are you fucking serious?”

“As a fucking heart attack,” Matt stated, voice cold.  “What the fuck did you think this was, Jamie?  Did you think this little tryst would change anything between us?”

Jamie pushed himself off the bed, reaching for his discarded clothes.  “I don’t know what the fuck I thought,” he snapped.  Pulling on his jeans, he shot an icy glare at his older teammate.  “You are a cold fucking bastard, Kenseth.  Someone’s gonna show you your place someday, and I hope I’m around to watch.”

“Well, it sure as hell ain’t gonna be you,” Matt scoffed, watching Jamie pushing open the front door.  Following him down the front step, he reached out to grab his arm, turning him.

Ripping himself out of Matt’s grasp, Jamie cried, “What the fuck do you want now!”

“Just don’t forget your promise,” Matt said, voice threatening as his eyes raked up and down Jamie’s trembling form.  “Whenever, whatever.  I can guarantee that I’m going to hold you too it.”

“You wouldn’t,” Jamie stated, disbelief in his eyes. 

“Wouldn’t I?” Matt grinned, reaching a hand up and tracing it along Jamie’s jaw.  Finger’s suddenly gripping hard enough to bruise, he pulled Jamie into a deep kiss, not caring who might have been walking by.  “You’d do well to remember that there’s not a lot that I won’t do, Jamie.”  With that he released the smaller man, stepping back into his coach to get ready for the plane ride home. 

~*~*~*~

Two weeks later, Matt proved just how serious he really was about Jamie’s little promise. 

Jamie was walking back to his hauler when he heard a vehicle pull up beside him, a black SUV with tinted windows.  Halting as the vehicle stopped slightly ahead of him, Jamie had to fight his instincts to run when the window rolled down to reveal Matt. 

“Get in,” his teammate commanded, in a voice that allowed no room for argument.

“Shit,” Jamie muttered under his breath.  Running his hands through his hair, he walked around to the passenger side and climbed in.  “What the fuck do you want, Matt.  I’ve got shit to do.”

Matt turned to look at him as he pulled out of the motorcoach lot, eyebrows raised.  “Whatever, whenever, remember?”

Jamie gaped.  “You were serious about that?”

Matt chuckled, “I told you I was.  I’m serious about everything, Jamie.”  With that, he reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling his semi-hard cock out.  Glancing over at Jamie, he instructed, “I want to see you put that mouth of yours to good use for once.”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

Matt continued as if Jamie hadn’t even spoken.  “I suggest you do a good job.  It’s all the lubrication that you’re going to get.”

Jamie stared at Matt, reading the absolute truth in that last statement.  Emotions warred across his face -- anger, lust, fear, and finally resignation.  Sighing, accepting his fate, he shifted in his seat to find a more comfortable position.  Leaning across the center console, he bent down and took the head of Matt’s cock in his mouth.  He gently suckled, swirling his tongue around the tip, across, the slit, before licking up and down the sides of it.  He felt Matt buck gently under him as his traced his way back up to the tip, trying to get as much lubrication as possible.

“Stop playing with me,” Matt growled, hands rock-steady on the steering wheel.  “I want to feel the back of your throat.”

Jamie shuddered, but obeyed the unspoken command.  Concentrating on his breathing, he again took Matt in his mouth, this time moving his mouth down until he felt the tip of Matt’s erection brush against the back of his throat.  Fighting off his gag reflex, Jamie worked his throat muscles, swallowing around Matt’s throbbing length, drawing him in deeper.

Matt bit back a groan as he felt Jamie’s muscles contracting around him, thrusting deep until his balls slapped the other man’s chin.  “Damn, McMurray, where the fuck did you learn to do that,” he breathed, twitching when Jamie started to hum. 

His hand reached down, twining in Jamie’s hair, holding him down as he thrust into wet heat.  When he felt like he was just about to burst, he drew Jamie off of him, quickly slowing the truck to a stop in a secluded spot off the side of the road. 

Jamie looked around as the car ground to a halt, realizing that there was no possible way for them to be seen by any passersby.  Panting, trying to regain lost breath, Jamie felt his body tighten in response to Matt’s lust-darkened gaze.

“Out,” Matt growled at him, voice shaking with desire. 

Jamie hurried to comply, scrambling out of the seat as Matt came around his side of the car.  He gasped as Matt reached him, slamming him back against the cold metal, drawing him into a demanding kiss. 

Matt nibbled on Jamie’s bottom lip, thrusting his tongue deep into the other man’s throat, swallowing his moans.  His hands roamed under Jamie’s shirt, caressing, pinching, soothing. 

Jamie threw his head back and moaned as Matt thrust a knee between his legs, his body on fire.  “Ride it,” Matt growled, planting his knee in Jamie’s crotch.  Whimpering, Jamie shifted back and forth, heat pooling between his legs at the friction.

Watching, Matt bit his lip as he almost came right there.  Hands scrambling, he quickly divested Jamie of his pants, drawing a leg up over his shoulder, forcing another moan out of the young man at the strained position. 

Jamie’s hands reached above him, finding the roof rack and grabbing on for support as he felt Matt enter him in one hard thrust.  Crying out at the invasion, he could do nothing but hang on as the older man pounded into his body, slamming through resisting muscles.  Jamie grit his teeth through the burn of insufficient lubrication, unable to prevent his eyes from watering.

Seeing the pain on the younger man’s face, Matt paused in his movements, slightly repositioning himself so that the angle of his thrusts drove him across Jamie’s prostrate with every pass.  At the same time, he reached a hand between their bodies, stroking hardening flesh. 

Jamie cried out as pain turned to pleasure, his body on fire both inside and out.  He drove himself down to meet Matt’s thrusts, clenching his muscles tight.

Groaning at the sensation, Matt drove in hard and fast, delighting in the cries he was forcing out of Jamie.  “Come for me Jamie,” he ground out, pulling roughly at his weeping cock.

Jamie cried out, his body tightening, muscles spasming as he exploded over Matt’s hand, in unison with Matt emptying himself inside him.  Jamie’s hands on the roof rack and Matt pressing him against the side of the truck were the only things that kept him from collapsing.  He stood there panting as Matt pulled out of him, trembling as his leg was lowered from its perch to the ground.

Drained, his eyes cast around for his clothes.  Spotting his jeans, Jamie began to step away from the side of the truck.  He was startled when Matt slammed him back, drawing him into another deep kiss. 

“You are one sexy fuck, Jamie McMurray,” Matt growled, leaning down, nibbling gently, marking him.  “And you’re all mine.”

Jamie trembled at the feeling of Matt’s teeth on his neck.  “Damn straight I am,” he whispered, voice hoarse.

Matt looked down at him in surprise.  He hadn’t expected Jamie to accept that statement, though he was pleasantly surprised when he did.  Grinning, he bent down and scooped up Jamie’s pants, helping him step into them.  Stealing one more quick kiss before pushing Jamie back into the car, Matt conceded, “Maybe being teammates won’t be so bad after all.”

Jamie leaned back in his seat, lost in his thoughts as Matt drove them back to the track.  Looking up as the truck stopped, he noticed they were back in front of his coach.  Looking over at Matt as he opened the door, he said quietly, “No, I don’t think that it’ll be bad at all.”  With that, he slid out of his seat, moving around the vehicle to his front door. 

Just as he was stepping inside, Matt’s voice sent an electric thrill through him.  “Just remember, Jamie.  Whenever, whatever.”

Jamie just shook his head as Matt peeled out.  It was certainly going to be an interesting year.

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