Dega Interlude

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Summary: Junior's depressed after his Talladega fine. Can an "employee" make him feel better?

AUTHOR: Shadow
EMAIL: brendansshadow@aol.com
RATING: NC-17
CHARACTER: Dale Earnhardt Jr/Martin Truex Jr, Alternating POV
CATEGORY: Romance
DISCLAIMER: This is the product of an overactive imagination. I do not know any of the characters. I do not own any of the names. I do not have any inside knowledge. I am merely a fan with too much time on her hands.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This was a challenge from a racing fanfic board. Here’s my attempt from a while ago... Hope you enjoy. The original challenge is posted at the end.
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Martin had known when he left that morning that Dale had just wanted to brood. That was the hardest part about living with your boss, knowing when to get out of his way. Fortunately, he had a sixth-sense about Dale’s moods and just left a note on the kitchen counter.

Went to the shop. Hope you’re feeling better.
If I hear anything about the appeal, I’ll call.
I’ll pass the word that you’re not well today.
M.

When the penalty was announced by NASCAR, Martin had seen the deep hurt in Dale’s eyes. Dale had put on that devil-may-care look over it. But Martin now knew him well enough to see past that mask. Ever since that crash in California, he’d been able to read Dale even better. He had played nurse-maid when Dale’s mother had not been able to and had suffered the curses as well.

So, the next day he had talked to Kelley, Dale’s sister. He had convinced her to take her brother to dinner. He had run interference for Dale all day and kept the phone calls from the house. He knew Dale needed his time to himself. But, he also knew he needed his family to bring him out of his mood.

Martin had come in after supper to find Dale still brooding in front of the TV. He knew Kelley had been by because there was now pizza in the refrigerator and no one delivered out this far. He grabbed a Budweiser and headed into the family room. He reached over the couch and placed his hand on Dale’s shoulder.

“Hey, Boss, what’s up?”

“Not much,” he replies dully.

“I thought Kelley was taking you out to dinner.”

“She did. Now I’m back.”

“And brooding again?”

“Yep.”

“Decide what you want for your birthday?” Martin looks down at Dale’s shaggy hair, fighting the impulse to run the fingers of his free hand through it. This was his boss. Not some fling from back home.

“I’m making a list.”

“Checking it twice?” He pauses for the obligatory groan. “You gonna let me in on it? I only have a couple of shopping days left to B-day and I do have a few people bugging me for ideas. They act like I have great insight into your mind”

“I want my car back from Daytona USA. I want another win. I want the championship. I want my points back. I want a five second delay on my brain. I want my dad back. I want a busty brunette, so that I can be distracted from what you’re doing...”

Martin looks down and realizes that he is now running his fingers through Dale’s hair. “Um...I’m sorry. Look, I’ll leave you alone. I’ll talk to you later.” He bolts from the room and heads for his bedroom on the second floor. He doesn’t stop until he gets into his room and onto the bed. ‘Dammit, Martin, what are you doing?’ he thinks to himself. He stares at his reflection in the dresser mirror across the room. ‘He’s your boss and if nothing else, you can’t have these feelings for your boss. So, just cool it.’

Dale sits for a moment staring at the television. He can still feel the sensation of Martin’s fingers running through his hair and he feels a shiver go through his body. ‘I need him,’ he thinks to himself. ‘He’s my best friend in the whole world right now. I can’t let him think that he’s the only one that feels this way, if nothing else.’ Dale motivates himself to stop brooding and walk up the stairs. He knows how he feels about Martin but is their relationship ready for this step?

Martin hears the faint rap on his door. ‘Oh, God,’ he thinks, ‘now he’s come upstairs to fire me.’ “Come in, Dale.”

“Martin, I think we need to talk.”

Martin reads “the boss” look in the doorway. “Look, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I didn’t mean to get all ‘weird’ on you.”

“It’s okay,” he says entering the bedroom.

“I mean. You’re the boss and I shouldn’t let my personal feelings get in the way of our...what do you mean ‘it’s okay?’” Martin says with a puzzled but hopeful look.

“Things got way past weird when I got burned. You were so gentle with me when you helped change my dressings. You came back despite the way I swore at you. I asked so much of you then and I was a complete asshole most of the time. I mean. You’re not my family. My mother is one thing, but you? You are my employee. You are my friend. And, well, I think things have gotten more than a little weird with our relationship.

“I couldn’t have been more proud when I saw you qualifying in my car. It was difficult to watch and I was in a lot of pain but I felt so proud. I had kinda expected to feel like a father but it was different.” He sighs, struggling for the words. “It was tough for me to put you in my car. But, I knew that you would do me proud. I knew then that I had crossed a line and it would be difficult for me to stay on my side.”

Martin chuckles. “I only hit a few things.”

“I’ve done much worse.” Dale walks over and sits next to Martin on the bed. “Dad once accused me of hitting the pace car.”

“You should have. It probably felt lonely.”

Dale laughs a genuine laugh at that comment. Dale steels himself, reaches over and pulls Martin into a kiss. Their lips meet in a slow deep passionate kiss and they can’t help but to respond to one another. Dale breaks the kiss and waits for Martin to reopen his eyes.

“Wow,” Martin breathes, finally. “I didn’t know you cared.” They both laugh at that. Martin studies Dale’s blue eyes with his own brown eyes. “Are you sure? You have so much more to lose.”

“Yes. I’m sure. After all, you’re right. I do have more to lose. You.” Dale pulls Martin back into a kiss. This time he thrusts his tongue into Martin’s mouth and massages Martin’s tongue eliciting a moan from him. Martin revels in the taste of beer on Dale’s breath. Dale lets him up for air.

Martin gives Dale a dazed look. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just wanted to look at you.”

“Oh, okay.” Martin’s practically trembling with excitement.

Dale thinks to himself, ‘I bet he’s only like this with me, no one else. I’ve never seen him this excited over anything. He’s always so calm and in control.’ He gives Martin a cocky grin and helps him off with his shirt. Martin reciprocates the effort, running his hands over Dale’s pale skin.

“I’m so glad you weren’t hurt worse. I don’t know what I would have done had you been hurt badly.”

“Martin, you would have driven my car, with my blessing. I would have hated it and loved you. Don’t think about it.” He kisses him again, reaching down to unhook Martin’s jeans. Martin lets out another low moan as Dale reaches down to rub the outside of his jeans.

“Oh, God, Dale. Where? When? On second thought, I don’t want to know.” Dale begins to kiss down his chest and works on removing his jeans.

“You don’t want to know. At least, not now, it’s not important. Do you want me to?”

“Yes,” he moans, eyes glazing again as Dale rubs Martin’s swelling member.

“I’ll be gentle. I love you, Martin.” Martin focuses on Dale’s eyes again and nods an agreement. Dale helps Martin remove his sweatpants. Dale kisses Martin again. He looks so nervous and it endears him to Dale more.

Dale lubricates a finger and spreads Martin’s thighs. Martin looks a little puzzled until Dale slides it home and begins massaging the prostate gland. His back arches immediately and he gasps in pleasure. Dale strokes along Martin’s chest at the same time. He watches that glazed look come across his eyes after a few minutes. Dale can’t believe how incredible the sensation of controlling this experience is for him but his friend, his love, does seem to forget to breathe enough for his comfort. So, Dale backs off massaging so that Martin can breathe again. Martin gasps for breath as he comes back down from the heights of pleasure.

“You okay, Martin?”

“Yeah,” he whispers, once again focusing in on Dale. “You are a cruel man.” He chuckles. “Make love to me. Please. Don’t make me beg.”

“No begging. I want to watch you come.”

“Please.”

Dale leans back over and Martin rises up to meet his mouth hungrily. Their tongues clash again. Dale gently makes love to his employee, his best friend, and his love. And when Martin’s passion over takes him, Dale watches that glazed, unfocused look of pure pleasure go through his eyes and knows that he alone created it. He lets himself go and realizes how much he really needs this man. How essential Martin has become to his life.

He gives Martin another deep kiss as he disengages. Martin is starting to focus back in on Dale.

“Wow, that was intense,” he sighs.

“For me too, Martin.”

“We didn’t screw anything up between us, did we?”

“No. I don’t think so. I still love you.”

“Good.” Martin lays his head on Dale’s chest. “Because, I’m even less ready to lose you than before. You know everything will be okay. Don’t you?”

“Everything?”

“The points. The Championship. Your birthday. Us.”

“Yes. I’m going to have to keep it turned up to keep the first two. My birthday’s going to happen with or without me. And, well, I guess now that we’ve gotten this out in the open between the two of us. I’ve got you to support me even more through this last stretch. And, I’ll support you. After all, you’re being chased by a shrub.”

“I know. You’ve got a bush. I’ve got a shrub. It doesn’t seem fair. Now, we’ve got each other.”

“And, tomorrow, we’ve got the shop.”

“Yep. No more brooding.”

“Damn. I was getting good at it.”

“I know.” Martin kisses Dale again.

“Ah, you’re ready for another round?”

Martin chuckles. “Maybe. But no begging

ORIGINAL CHALLENGE:

Takes place after Talladega Win
Must mention his birthday and fine/points deduction
Slash Pairing I chose Jr/__________
Lines/words that must be included somewhere –
* I need him/you
* gentle
* He's only like this with me, no one else.

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