Stag

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Summary: He has someone waiting for him.

AUTHOR: Zippit
EMAIL: zippit@cryptoffic.com
RATING: R
CHARACTER: Dale Earnhardt Jr./Tony Stewart, Tony POV
CATEGORY: Romance
WORD COUNT: 3,222
COMPLETED: March 15, 2006
DISCLAIMER: I am in no way affliated with anyone mentioned in this piece of fiction. This is in no way deemed an actual representation of the events that transpired at the Nextel Cup Banquet. The events herein depicted are all an invention of my overactive imagination. I do not claim to personally know Tony Stewart or Dale Earnhardt Jr.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Takes place after the Nextel Cup Banquet, inspired by Tony going stag
AUTHOR'S NOTE2: Thanks to mystik for the beta.
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He has someone special waiting for him upstairs, someone he wants to get back to as quickly as possible. He mingles with the crowd and when he’s able to make his excuses without appearing rude, he makes his way upstairs to his hotel room. Tugging at his tie, he hears the television on in the other room. Stepping into the doorway, he sees him sprawled out on the bed with a bathrobe on.

Grinning at him, he asks, “You got anything on under that robe?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Arching an eyebrow at him, he questions, “Ladies, huh?”

“You know I was just teasing. You’re the only one for me.”

“Maybe you better prove it.”

He can’t help but laugh, especially when he sees the traces of a grin tugging at the corners of Dale’s mouth. “You just want me to fuck you right now.”

“So? Besides, I don’t think you have the time. Aren’t the guys waiting for their night out on the town?” Turning the television off, he turns to face Tony, the bathrobe falling open to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of skin.

His suit jacket thrown over the nearby chair, tie hanging around his neck, and now undoing the cuffs on his shirt, he gazes at Dale with lust flaring in his eyes. “Maybe I should tell them that I have better things to do.” He unbuttons his shirt and it joins the jacket on the chair as he stalks over to the bed.

He can see Dale’s eyes widen and darken with desire even as he replies, “But you can’t, they might give you bad pit stops next year and we can’t have that. The defending Champ must have a shot at reclaiming the title.”

The sarcasm in Dale’s voice makes him chuckle as he crawls up his body. One hand reaching out to undo the knot in the bathrobe and slowly ease it open, he groans softly as he sees that Dale is wearing absolutely nothing under the robe. “I’ll just have to make this quick then.”

He grins at the pout forming on Dale’s lips before he slides his hand teasingly up the expanse of skin. He grins more at the shiver that runs through Dale’s body at his touch. Pressing closer, he leans down to whisper hotly into Dale’s ear; his voice growing huskier with every word, “Miss me? Were you watching me on that stage? Did you want to ravish me while I was sitting there under that stifling heat? Did you want to crawl into my lap and grind down against me?”

Dale only groans in response, his eyes drifting half shut as his hands trail up Tony’s chest. Dale presses closer against him, seeking more, always seeking more. Tony knows he just wants to be closer to him than he’s been in the past few months; their respective schedules not allowing them nearly enough time together. He gazes at Dale spread out below him and growls softly at the sight of the bathrobe hindering his view.

He urges Dale upward as he eases the robe completely off of him, hands sliding down well explored skin before he grasps his cock in his hand. He trails soft kisses along the line of his jaw, growing harder as he hears the soft gasps and moans. “Miss me?”

Dale arches his body against his, his hands clutching at his shoulders, “Hard to miss you when you were on every single damn show imaginable.” Dale’s hands slide down to work on getting his suit pants off. Dale tugs and pulls impatiently as Tony continues to stroke him, his actions slow and fumbling as a result. Giving up, he just cups Tony in his palm and squeezes gently. Dale’s eyes twinkle up at him while a smirk curls his lips, waiting expectantly for his reaction.

Tony thrusts into his grip, enjoying the fumbling at first but this... this was outright teasing. Growling, he pulls back and kicks the offending material off before pressing close and grinding down against him. “You damn tease. You know I don’t have time for this.”

Innocent look on his face, “Then don’t let me keep you from those more pressing matters… or should I say more cocky…,” as his hands slide down and stroke him quickly.

Tony’s eyes close and he doesn’t reply, too lost in the pleasure coursing through him to think of a retort. Thrusting into his grip, he opens brown eyes he knows are filled with desire and shakes his head at the smirk on Dale’s face. “Payback’s a bitch, you know.”

Smirk widening, “actually aren’t you the bitch right now?”

“Oh you’re going to pay for that, Dale, and pay hard.”

“I’m sooo scared. What’re going to do to me…Tubby? Squash me to death?”

“You did not just go there, Earnhardt. You just did not. Maybe I should leave right now and not come back ‘til morning? How do you like the sound of that, Junior?”

Seeming to give it some thought, Dale leans back against the pillows still stroking Tony rapidly and Tony knows he’s trying to keep him on the bare edge of control…and succeeding.

“Hmm… I don’t know. Maybe I should go find Matty then. I’m sure he’s up for some fun if you aren’t.”

Body trembling, he drifts into a pleasurable daze until he hears Dale’s words and he growls, “Don’t you dare think about going to Kenseth; you are mine and mine alone. I do NOT share what is mine. Especially not you, Earnhardt.”

Pushing Dale’s legs apart, he settles between them, stroking along the skin of his inner thighs. “I know how tempting you can be. I see all the ladies staring at you every week. I even see some of the drivers staring after you but they don’t dare make a move. They know if they do, I’ll be after them.”

“Think mighty high of yourself, don’t you? Think you can control me? Think you can control an Earnhardt?” Clear tone of challenge in his voice as he looks back at him, eyes flashing.

“I know I can control an Earnhardt, specifically this Earnhardt.” Slipping a hand back to rub at Dale’s entrance, he traces his finger around it and Dale pushes down immediately at his touch.

“I want you to remember exactly who you belong to, stake my claim on you so you won’t ever forget it.” He barely pushes his finger inside Dale and says “I can control you with the tip of my finger. Everything and anything you do.”

Clenching around his finger, Dale tries to drive him further inside. Breathing out, “I thought you didn’t have time for this, I thought you had somewhere else to be?”

“I think I can spare the time to make you mine.” He eases his finger further inside, curling it slightly to stretch him. His eyes travel hungrily over Dale’s body as he moves in time to his thrusting. “You want more?” He says even as he works a second finger in and slowly scissors them, ignoring for the moment the press of time.

He smiles as Dale moans and pushes down harder. Plunging his fingers deep inside him, he searches for that nub that will drive Dale wild. He finds it and teases his fingers over it, rubbing it just enough to get Dale to arch towards him. He takes note of the pleasure he’s wringing forth from him; the hands clenched tightly in the sheets, body taut with desire, the tight clenching heat around his fingers, wild desire swirling in Dale’s eyes, and the breathy sounds falling from his lips.

He leans forward and captures those delicious lips in a kiss. Sweeps his tongue inside and tastes the sweet essence of his Dale. His free hand comes up to cup his cheek, thumb gently caressing the smooth skin as his other hand thrusts deep inside him. Adding another finger, Dale gasps into the kiss as Tony stretches him more. Tony slides his hand to cup the back of Dale’s neck and deepens the kiss.

Breaking the kiss to press more along his cheek and up to his ear, “You ready for me?” Fingers slow their rhythm, seeking to give him another sort of pleasure. Soft and sweet against his ear, “Tell me, I’m only going to make you mine if you want it.” He trails a hand down his side and settles it on his hip, holding him tight while his thumb caresses the skin beneath his touch. “Tell me.”

Body tingling with the passion stirred inside him at his touch, Dale shivers at his words. He looks up to him and Tony sees love and desire shine forth from within the swirling blue depths of his eyes. His soft words echo in the nearly silent room, “Make me yours, make me feel complete.”

He kisses him deeply again, removing his fingers, and moving to press against his entrance. His hands push his legs further apart, thumb rubbing over the burn scar on his thigh. Could’ve lost him then, could’ve lost him forever, but that isn’t now. This is now. He presses slowly inside him and cries out into their kiss as the sweet heat of his body engulfs him.

He stills once buried, pulling back to gaze at the face of his world. He takes in the eyes closed in pleasure, the passion clearly writ on his face, and the body that is at his complete and utter submission. Tone soft, he says, “Open your eyes, Dale. Look at me.” He waits for those gorgeous blue eyes to open and look at him and the look in them takes his breath away.

Soul laid bare for him to see the love and lust in him, Dale gazes at him, not hiding a thing behind the mask that is Dale Junior. Reaching up to cup Tony’s cheek, “I love you,” but then a twinkle comes into his eye, “but enough of this sweet and sappy stuff. Fuck me.” To emphasize his words, Dale squeezes tightly around him and bucks up against him.

His chuckles turn into a strangled half moan feeling him so tight around him. He pushes hard into him before drawing back then thrusting forward, the tempo still slow and gentle despite all of Dale’s efforts to make him speed up. “Not going to win the battle that easily, Dale.”

“Not even if I talk dirty to you?” He wraps his legs around Tony’s waist and rocks up to meet his thrusts. “I know how much you like to hear me talk; you love to hear my accent get rougher as I spiral closer to the edge.” Another squeeze of his muscles around him as he reaches up and rakes his nails down his chest. “Or maybe I should just keep silent and let you guess what’s running through my mind?”

He leans up and nearly forces Tony completely from his body as he suckles at his nipples. His tongue scrapes across one before he bites down and causes Tony to cry out and jerk roughly against him and then Tony’s trying desperately to thrust back inside his body. His lust finally out of control, Tony shoves him back down on the bed and slams back into him, groaning at the tight heat.

Tony’s hands are on his hips, gripping tightly as he pounds into him. He aims for his prostate and brushes it on the next thrust, both of them crying out as the flames inside them flare higher. Tony presses him hard into the bed, wanting to feel his body touching his, wanting every inch of their skin to touch. He wants to lose sight of where he ends and Dale begins.

Pressing fevered kisses against his neck, he doesn’t slow his thrusts as groans escape him with every movement. He flicks his tongue out to taste the sweat on Dale’s skin and Dale arches up beneath him, legs wrapped tight around his waist as he tries to bring them closer together. Hands clutching at his shoulders as he pants into his ear. “Oh god… yes… more… fuck me…”

He pulls back to look at Dale and watches the pleasure flicker over his face. Pleasure he brought about and he growls. He needs to mark him, claim him as his, show that Dale is his and his alone. He buries his face against Dale’s neck and licks a trail along his skin. Dale tilts his head to the side to give him better access, moaning softly at the slick tongue moving across his skin.

Tony nips lightly, taking the skin between his teeth and nibbling before letting go and soothing with his tongue. Makes a slow trail downwards and sucks at the spot where his neck meets his shoulders, keeping it light and teasing as their bodies rock together.

Suddenly he bites down hard and Dale jerks hard against him, body clenching so tight around him it’s almost painful. Tony soothes away the slight pain he caused, with his tongue and soft kisses. Lips murmuring against his skin, “Mine, mine, all mine.”

He feels Dale tremble underneath him, so close to the edge but nowhere near release. He rakes his nails down Tony’s back, urging him for more, urging him for harder. “Lose control for me, let loose that temper I know is inside. Let me feel the raw emotion sweeping over me.” He slams his body up against him, clenching as tightly as he can around him.

And Tony loses it, bare edges of control he’s been desperately holding on to are swept away and he gives himself over to the lust spiraling within him. He grips Dale’s hips hard and pulls him up off the bed, arching his back and getting a better angle to thrust inside him.

He shifts slightly and hits Dale’s prostate, tearing a cry out of him which only spurs him on further. Pounding into him, his eyes travel hungrily over his body. He feels the slick head of Dale’s cock rubbing against his stomach and he releases one hand from its grip on Dale’s hips to grasp his cock and stroke him. Not letting a moment pass where Dale’s body is not being assaulted by waves of pleasure.

So close, so close. They’re both lost to each other, the outside world fading from their senses. Just each other and the intense pleasure roaring through them.

Then a loud pounding on the door and voices can be heard jostling on the other side.

The unexpected sound breaks Dale from his haze and he gazes up at Tony, voice low and rough. “You better… fucking have locked that door behind you; … else someone’s going to be …getting an unexpected show.”

A voice calls through the door, “Tony, what the hell is taking you so long? We were ready to go twenty minutes ago.”

Tony doesn’t answer, just thrusts harder into Dale and growls “Ignore them; we have more important matters to attend to.”

“Like you fucking me senseless?” Dale arches up harder against him, nails scratching down his back before sweeping back up and clutching at his shoulders.

“Yeah, that.” Tony’s grip tightens around Dale’s cock, stroking him faster as he presses a nail hard into his slit. He feels Dale start to shudder under him and Tony knows he’s close. Attacking his mouth, he kisses him hard and deep, thrusting hard into him. His hand never faltering in its pace and Dale, pushed beyond the edge, cries out against Tony’s mouth and comes hard, body shuddering against Tony’s and his release flowing over his fingers.

Tony swallows his cries, groaning deeply at feeling him come undone. Thrusting wildly into him, he soon succumbs to Dale’s clenching muscles, breaking their kiss and throwing his head back to cry out his release. Pressing completely into Dale and coming deep inside him, Dale giving a soft moan as he feels his release.

Completely spent, they lay there entangled and breathing heavily as they come down from their high. Tony nuzzles Dale’s neck and breathes in the scent of their mingled sex, languishing in the feeling of completion.

There’s complete silence on the other side of the door until catcalls sound and a different voice carries through the door. “The Champ just got his Championship fuck!! The Champ just got his Championship fuck!!” Then the group breaks out into laughter and more catcalls.

Looking at Dale, Tony just chuckles. “Well, I guess we’re Stag a secret.” The amused smile Dale returns at his words is more than enough to assuage the worry building in him.

“C’mon Champ, you better go join your crew before they bust down the door… or get kicked out by security.” Dale says with laughter in his eyes. “Go have some fun, they deserve it. I’ll be here waiting when you get back.”

Kissing him, he reluctantly disentangles himself and moves off the bed. “You better be here when I get back.” He chuckles softly as watches Dale just make himself more comfortable.

“I ain’t going anywhere. Though you better not pick anyone up while you’re out partying.” Dale teases but Tony can hear the slight undercurrent of warning to his words.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he says as he reaches the bathroom door and turns back to leer at Dale. Calling out to his crew beyond his hotel room door, “Give me ten minutes and I’ll be right out.” He receives laugher as a response along with a, “Hurry it up,” as he disappears into the bathroom.



A little bit later, Tony emerges freshly showered; towel wrapped around his waist and makes his way over to the closet to dress in snug black jeans and a dark green dress shirt. He glances over to the bed and smiles at the sight of Dale asleep, body sprawled everywhere taking up most of the space and the covers half kicked off. Moving over to him, he presses a kiss to his forehead before pulling the covers back up around him, Dale barely stirring as he does so.

Grabbing his keycard and his wallet off the nightstand, he makes his way to the door and quickly slips outside to be greeted by the eager faces of his crew. All have knowing smirks as they take in his appearance; hair still wet from the shower, the lazy haze of pleasure still over his body giving him a grace and ease of movement that will draw all eyes to him, and all are looking at him expectantly.

“You look well and thoroughly fucked. Who were you fucking in there?”

Sly smile on his face, he answers, “Someone special.”

“You ever going to introduce us to her?”

He doesn’t correct them and just simply says, “Maybe one day. I want to see how this plays out first.”

Several of his crew members shake their head at him as they walk toward the elevators with one saying, “She must be something if you don’t want to share.”

Smile on his face as he remembers what they’d just done and what they’d do again once he got back, he grins and closes the discussion with the simple words of “Yeah she is.”

He knows that Dale is more than just something; he’s everything.

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