Home : Stories by Zippit : A Thousand Tomorrows Series - The Game : Champion’s Surprise

AUTHOR: Zippit
EMAIL: zippit@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
SERIES: A Thousand Tomorrows
TOMORROW : #848 - The Game
CHARACTER: Jimmie Johnson, Dale Earnhardt Jr/Kevin Harvick, Jimmie POV
PROMPT: Taming the Muse #71 - Aroused (7.16)
COMPLETED: Decemeber 15, 2007
WORD COUNT: 1,095
DISCLAIMER: Not real; don’t know them, don’t claim to know them. Only the makings of my imagination. 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. ;-)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I never thought I’d write Jimmie. I don’t even pay that much attention to him. Hopefully, I got his voice right and there might even be more in this series. *shakes head* Never thought I’d say that either.
Thanks to Catw00man for the beta. Any errors that remain are mine.
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Grand Ballroom, Waldorf-Astoria, New York City, New York - November 30, 2007

It’s the night of the 2007 Nextel Cup banquet and I’m bored. I’m the Champion and I love we’re the first since Jeff to have back to back Championships. But sitting under the glare of the spotlights while we eat dinner and wait through all the speeches isn’t exactly my idea of fun. Can’t we just skip to the after party?  

My cell phone vibrates during the break before I’m supposed to give my speech. Frown as I flip it open and the caller id says it’s from Junior. Isn’t he supposed to be in Australia? Read his message: “pay attention when you read your speech jj -jr.”

Oh god, don’t tell me he did something to screw up the speech I sent in. But that can’t be. NASCAR wouldn’t allow that to happen even if it was Junior trying to pull the strings. Channy leans closer as I shut the cell and whispers, “Who was that?”

“Oh, just Junior congratulating me,” I cover because I don’t know what he means.

“That’s sweet of him. He’ll make you a good teammate.” She smiles and pats my hand as I put the cell away. I’m sure he will. He’s been eager to do everything he can. He’s there whenever Tony Jr. needs him and a lot of the time when he doesn’t. I think he’s trying to get to know the crew.

I wonder if Harvick knows about Junior’s little messages or if this is my own personal torment. I bet he’d get some thrill knowing he has what I want. It’s not like I don’t love Channy, I do. I think it’s the same way Kevin loves his wife, but it’s nothing compared to the passion that flares up between him and Earnhardt.

It looks like it’s time for us to move to the center of the stage where they’ll present the championship ring and give Channy her matching bracelet. I still can’t believe we’re doing this two years in a row. Take my place behind the podium and initially try to avoid looking at the teleprompter, afraid of what Junior may have done. But I can’t avoid it for long because now it’s my time to thank everyone and reflect on a year that’s been more than I could ever imagine.

Nothing’s out of place as I start my speech and I actually start to relax. I don’t know what I was expecting.  Junior was probably just trying to rattle me. I’m most of the way through when the doors of the landing beside the teleprompter suddenly fly open, and it’s a struggle to keep reading properly when my eyes become glued to the unfolding scene.

Doors open out into the hallway and there is Kevin and…him. Hands are all over each other and Junior is pressed back against the wall as Kevin ravages him. What I’d give to know what he sounds like….

I’d love to be in Kevin’s place right now, pressing him against the wall. Screw the Championship speech. I swear I want to be anywhere but here as I catch glimpses of them, clothes coming undone as they seek skin.

I don’t know how they haven’t been caught. Either Junior’s paid someone off or he’s found the perfect spot to get what he wants. Shift behind the podium and thank god I’m staring at the teleprompter even as I’m watching them. Thank my guys and I have to take my eyes off the prompter to find my crew up in the balcony.

Thank my team and shit, Kevin’s got Junior’s arms pinned up against the wall, taking complete control. I can’t believe them, can’t believe they can be so free…. Thank all the Hendrick employees, and oh hell, Kevin’s hauled him up against the wall again, Junior’s legs wrapped around his waist.

I know the instant Kevin enters him. It’s the arch of his body away from the wall and against Kevin’s, relishing the burn as much as the connection, and the stutter-slide as they get adjusted. His arms are still pinned above him as Kevin shifts to find better leverage.

Oh god…Junior’s writhing against him, body pressing against Kevin’s again and again. Head tilted back, baring that pale neck of his, and his mouth is forming sinful words I’d give anything to hear. And then I stumble. “Ugs” instead of U-G-S. This was supposed to be easier than last year. Channy’s laughing at me. How could I screw up my own sponsor? I know everyone’s laughing at me and I’m laughing with them as I try to keep my eyes away from the show being put on for me.

Go through the rest of my sponsors, Haas, Freightliner, GMAC, and my personal endorsements. They’re close, they’re so close. The way Kevin plunges into him, fast and hard, striving for that head rush of pleasure. Junior’s head rolls to the side and his eyes lock with mine across the expanse of the ballroom, Kevin suckling hungrily on his neck. Feel myself grow hard. The whole display is winding me up and I know it’s all planned. This whole thing was put on deliberately for me. I don’t know what game he’s playing, but I know…I shouldn’t want it.

I still have to thank Channy. Thank her for putting up with me and I honestly can’t think of anyone else I’d want to share all this with. But I can’t seem to focus on her now. Not when my thoughts and my gaze keep drifting toward the spot where I know my Championship is the last thing on their minds.

Pose for pictures with Channy as the formalities are over and we can finally go celebrate. I know she can feel my arousal and I hope she thinks it’s all for her. The confetti explodes across the stage and I glance once more toward Kevin and Junior in their little alcove…

…just in time to see them both slam together as they explode with release. A soft moan escapes me and I want to be there, I want to know what it feels like. Damn him, I’ll be looking for the soonest possible opportunity I can get Chani alone the rest of the night and he’ll be off to Australia with his buddies and Kevin.

I hope he enjoys himself. Maybe when he gets back, he’ll stop tormenting me. A vacation should be the perfect distraction from whatever this thing is that’s happening between us. But the question I really need to ask myself is…

Do I really want him to stop?