Bristol Celebration

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Summary: It’s time for Elliott to make good on his promise in Texas…

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
SERIES: Celebration Verse
PAIRINGS: Dale Earnhardt Jr/Elliott Sadler, w/ Jeff Gordon/Jimmie Johnson and vague Jeff/Dale Jr
CATEGORY: Smut, smut, smut!!
COMPLETED: December 6th, 2004
WORD COUNT: 12,299
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. ;-)
DEDICATION: To “oldlady” who put out the request for a fic involving smut in the “big white trailer.”
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, you could call this a sequel to both Texas-sized Celebration and Yard of Bricks. You don’t have to have read them both, but there are refs to both fics in this one that would make more sense if you have. Both of those fics can be found at my site here in the Celebration Verse. Also the fic Getting Screwed could also be considered as part of this verse and takes place during the first part of this fic, but doesn’t really affect this fic.
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Post Race - Sharpie 500 Bristol : August 27, 2004

I can’t believe we swept the weekend. Damn, I can’t believe we won, and at Bristol. Bristol, baby!! Does it get any better than this? Short track racing under the lights. The car was amazing and everything just seemed to click tonight. It’s been so long, I almost forgot what it felt like to be in a good car. It’s just so sweet.

I did forget how long the media storm takes, though. I have to admit I didn’t miss that. But tonight I really didn’t mind. I was ready to take every question with a smile. We won, and I can’t believe it. I never get over this high.

I’m all but bouncing as I walk through the already almost empty infield. It looks like most of the haulers have already taken off. Sometimes these tracks seem to clear out so fast as everything is loaded up and shipped back to the shop and another week begins. It’s so much like a traveling circus, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

I know some of the crew is getting together tonight for another after-party. I’m not sure I want to partake again, though. I think I had enough of all that last night. It’s weekends like this that I love the night races. There’s nothing quite like sleeping in on race day.

I wonder who’s still left at the track. Not everyone decides to hang out when we’re all so close to home. Maybe there’s still enough guys around to get together a card game. I have to smile as I think there’s nothing like winning a race and taking everyone’s money.

I’m so lost in thought that I don’t even realize I’m walking by the “big white trailer,” and I just have to sneer as it comes into view. I’ve never really been one for authority figures and the NASCAR freak show is no exception. I pause as I see the door open and wonder who has been “summoned” to the trailer of doom tonight.

I watch as Jeff storms out, the door slamming it behind him. He’s obviously pissed and I can’t help the flame of anger that burns through me at the sight of his rage. You would think that someone like him would have earned a little bit of respect from those bastards. But that’s obviously not the case as he storms past, not even seeing me in his anger.

I start to call after him, but think better of it. I wonder if Johnson is still here, and can’t help but make a face. On second thought I’m sure his puppy is still waiting for him. Where else would he be? He’d just better not piss him off more.

I can’t help but look back at the trailer as I start walking again, and think that I would just love to see them get screwed for once. As I continue making my way to the drivers’ lot and my coach--that’s when it hits me. I know how I want to celebrate tonight, and it’s not gonna be by playing cards or drinking with the guys. I keep walking, as I pass by my coach, to one that I’m happy to see is still here a little further down.

I make my way to the coach I’ve been lucky enough to be in a few times before, and see that the lights are still on. I knock on the door and feel a grin spread across my face as the door opens.

“Hello, Elliott,” I say with a mischievous grin. “Time to make good on your promise.”

I watch as his eyes widen and his mouth actually drops open a bit as he tries to find something to say. This is the first time I’ve mentioned that promise he made me at Texas, and I know he’s worried at what my crazy mind has come up with now. I mean, it’s not like anything we’ve ever done has been boring, and for me to bring it up he has to know it’s something big.

“You gonna let me in or what?” I ask with a smile, and watch as he steps aside for me to enter. He closes the door behind me and I can’t help the broad, evil grin crossing my face. He’s so gonna get it tonight, I think, as he turns back to me and says, “So, umm, Junyah, can I get you something?”

I take a step forward, closing the distance between us, and reply in a low voice, “It’s not so much what you can get me, Elliott, as what you’re gonna do for me.” I have to grin even more as I watch him take an involuntary step back at my forwardness. As I study his unsure and uneasy face, I can’t help but relish how different he is tonight from the way he was at Texas. It’s my turn to be the cocky bastard tonight.

“Come on now, you’re not gonna break your promise, are you?” I say in a teasing voice, and as I thought, that gets him. What is it with us and our crazy deals, I have to wonder? I mean we already have the “who can go longest without cutting your hair bet,” even though I don’t remember exactly why. But hey, how can you go back on a deal sworn over a pyramid of beer cans, even if you don’t remember the reason?

I watch as he stands up straighter and replies to me in that slow drawl of his, “I’m not goin’ back on my word.” He glances back over his shoulder at the door and continues, “But I think all the haulers have left already.”

I just grin at his words, realizing he’s baiting me to tell him what it is I have in mind. I step forward again so that I can speak low in his ear. “What I have in mind for tonight isn’t gonna involve a racecar.” I trail my lips down from his ear to slowly kiss his neck a few times and I feel him relax before adding, “This is gonna be much more exciting.”

I feel him stiffen a bit at my words and I pull back just long enough to see the surprised look on his face before grabbing him by his long hair and pulling him into a kiss. He instantly melts into me, returning my kiss full force. I always love how easy things are with him.

I feel his arms go around me, pulling me closer, and I start to relent to the building heat between us. But then I remember the arrogant way he tried to dominate me at Texas and I have the irresistible urge to do the same. I did win tonight after all, that was the deal.

I pull back from him, breaking the kiss, and have to grin again as I see he’s panting slightly. His eyes are even darker than usual, and on any other occasion I would be ready to just drop down on the floor and let him have me. But tonight is a different game, one I’ve been anticipating for too long. Tonight I get to run the show.

I watch as he licks his lips, still pinning my eyes with his, and says, “What do you want Junyah,” in a breathless, softly accented voice as he comes closer to me again. He leans into me and I close my eyes, letting my head fall back for a moment, enjoying the heat of his body radiating into mine. “What kinda celebration do you have in mind?” he says slowly right in my ear. Sometimes I think he does know what his accent does to me and draws it out on purpose…like he’s doing now.

I open my eyes and look up, putting my hands on his chest and pushing him back just a bit. I see dark mischief in his eyes and realize he was trying to seduce me again on his terms. Slick little bastard, he almost got me too.

“Actually,” I reply to him in as flippant a voice as I can muster. “I’m gonna take a shower.” I turn immediately, strolling down the hall and making sure to add a cocky swagger to my walk. As I finally reach the door and glance back up the hall to see him still standing there in surprise, I add, “Coming?”

I don’t wait for an answer. Instead I just strip off my firesuit and turn on the hot, steaming water and step into the shower. As the water hits me, I realize how much I’m still turned on by his little seduction act as my still-hard cock twitches in response. I close my eyes letting the water run over me and run my fingers through my long curls, completely wetting my hair. I reach blindly for the soap and notice a slight chill as the shower door opens and closes. Then a strong hand meets mine and takes the soap from me.

I keep my eyes closed and just enjoy as he reaches around me, rubbing the soap across my chest with one hand and lathering it up with the other. He runs the bar down my chest and over my abs and sides before moving up one arm. It feels like his hands are sliding everywhere and I can’t believe we haven’t tried this before. He works on bathing my other arm, then pulls me back against him, more into the spray of the water and rinses away the soap.

I can feel his hardness pressing into my back and I hear a soft moan escape my lips. “That’s right,” I hear him drawl softly in my ear as he leans his head down behind me, kissing my neck a few times before pushing me back up and starting again with the soap on my back. He rubs my back and shoulders, working away all the tension I have from the long race and slowly makes his way down to my lower back. I bite my lip in anticipation as I finally feel him run the bar of soap over the globes of my ass, taking extra care to make sure he doesn’t miss a spot.

“Ahhhhhh, yeeeaaaaaah,” I can’t help myself from moaning as his skilled fingers run over me.

I feel him slide his hand between my legs fondling me for a moment before finally wrapping his soap-covered hand over my length. “Heeeellllllllll Yeeeeeaaaah,” I cry out this time as he starts to stroke me. I hear his lilting accent as he murmurs in my ear, and I throw my head back, starting to give in to the intense sensations he’s creating when the most erotic image flashes through my mind and I instantly know I have to have it.

I brace myself with one hand on the wall and reach my other down to still his. Then I turn to him, grabbing him by the back of the neck as I do and pulling him into another hot kiss. I move to completely face him and feel the water pounding down my back as I run my fingers through his long, shaggy hair. The kiss is molten fire in its intensity and I realize I can’t hold out much longer.

I pull him back from the kiss by his hair and grin at the slight look of annoyance he gives me. We’re both panting now and a fresh bolt of desire runs through me at the lust I see swirling in his deep brown eyes. I reach up, putting my hands on his shoulders and smile as I give him enough of a push to let him know what I want. I watch as a slow grin crosses his face and he says, “Yes, Ma’ssa Earnhardt,” as he drops to his knees.

I throw my head back and moan at his deliberately drawled words and watch as, instead of doing what I expect, he grabs the bar of soap again and starts at one of my ankles, lathering me up again. He works his way up my leg and just as I think he’s going to give me what I want, starts making his way down my other leg.

“Dammit, Elliott…” I cry out at his teasing and look down just as he turns his head up at me, meeting my eyes.

Then I watch as he smiles at me and replies again, “Yes, Ma’ssa,” and finally takes me in his hot, wet mouth.

The erotic image is just too much and I have to steady myself with one hand beside me on the wall and the other behind me. I feel him slide his hands around me, grabbing my ass cheeks in his hands and pulling me forward, taking me in deeper. I look down, breathing hard, and watch as his head bobs, and he sucks his cheeks in as he works me over and it’s about all I can take.

I let go of the wall and reach down with both hands, grabbing him by the hair, and start pushing into his willing mouth. I throw my head back again chanting, “Yes. Shit. Yes. Elliott. Fuck. Fuck. Yes.”

I only last a few thrusts before I’m screaming my release and having to support myself against the walls again to keep from collapsing on the floor. It takes a minute for me to come back to myself, and the first thing I feel is the warm water still pounding on my back. I feel like I just want to melt into it and slide bonelessly down the drain.

I sign contently and open my eyes to look down at him sitting back on his heels. I know that self-satisfied look all too well because I know I’ve worn it more than once. I keep one hand on the wall and reach the other down to him to help him up. As he stands, he leans into me and murmurs, “That what you were looking for Junyah?”

“Mmmmmm, yeah,” is my only response as I pull him closer to me and kiss his neck, tasting the salt of his skin. I lean against him as I do this and slowly slide one hand down his chest and across his stomach before finally encircling his hard length with my hand. “Ugggggghhh, yeah Dale, yeah” he moans into my ear and I feel a new warmth start to spread over me at his words.

I stroke him, slowly increasing my pace, and watch as his breathing increases and he reaches over to support himself against the wall. I feel him start to tremble and I know he is very close, and it’s time to take out some revenge. I quickly step back from him under the spray of the water so it hits him full force and turn the water completely to cold.

“AAAAHhhhhh,” he squeals, as the suddenly icy water hits him he looks sharply up at me. “Junior what the…” he starts to say.

But I just grin at him and reply, “Payback’s a bitch isn’t it?”

He glares at me as I shut off the water and step out of the shower, grabbing the first towel I find which happens to be…purple? I dry myself off and wrap the towel around my waist and see that he’s still in the shower. I hear a soft grunt and have to chuckle to myself. “Come on Elliott, don’t want you ‘starting without me,’” I say, mirroring his words from Texas. I hear him let out a long sigh and watch as he finally slinks out of the shower. He opens a cabinet against the wall and pulls out another towel and starts drying off. He’s glaring at me again and that’s when I have to laugh as I realize the towel he’s using is pink.

“Damn, Elliott, what’s with the fruity towels?” I ask between laughs. He looks confused for a second, then realizes what I’m talking about.

“Oh, man I dunno, some stupid M&M thing.” I just keep laughing as I walk out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. He follows me and I see from the way the towel hangs on his frame he’s still far from satisfied, and I can’t help from grinning as I see I am finally getting to pay him back.

“You mind finding me something to wear? As long as it’s not pink of course.”

He just growls at me in response, then comes closer, tugging at the towel around my waist and asks in that sultry southern voice of his, “Come on Junyah, do we really need clothes…”

I just grin at him as I push him back and reply, “Yep, I don’t plan on walking around the track half naked. Not exactly my fashion statement of choice.” I watch as he processes my words with a shake of his head, moves over to the dresser and starts rummaging through the drawers. Finally he throws a shirt my direction, quickly followed by pants which I slip into. I watch him dress as well and have to smile again at the face he makes fastening his jeans. Like I said, payback’s a bitch.

Once he’s dressed, I watch him sit down hard on the end of the bed and look up at me with those big brown eyes. Then he pleads with me again, “Where are we going? Tell me, what’s going on in your head?”

I just smile and lean against the wall, deliberately leering at him. “Does it really matter? Your ass is mine tonight, Sadler.”

I watch as he sighs and looks down at his lap for a moment before looking back at me. And he smiles as he replies, “Yeah, that was the deal. I’m not backing out, don’t worry. Knowing you it’s gotta be good.”

I just nod at him and smile as I say, “Come on,” and grab my wet towel and toss it back in the bathroom over the shower door. Then I gather up my firesuit and shoes and walk down the hall to the door. I turn to see him slowly following me, eyes full of unfulfilled lust boring into me, and I know exactly how he feels. He knows he’s gonna love whatever I have in mind, but the worse part is definitely the not knowing.

We walk out of his coach in silence and I can’t help casting glances his way. He looks like a bundle of nervous, excited energy and I’m loving it. We only walk a short distance before I stop at my coach and he gives me a strange look.

“Wait here,” I tell him as I open the door. He tilts his head at me as if to ask what I’m up to and I just reply, “Hey, I’d like to grab some shoes you know.”

“Of course,” is all he responds as I climb inside. I toss my firesuit and racing shoes aside and walk over to the corner to slip on some shoes I kicked off earlier. Then I head down the hall to rummage through a drawer in my bedroom, getting everything I’m going to need. Once I’m satisfied I’m ready for my “payback” I walk back down the hall and out the door where I see he’s started pacing.

I can’t help but laugh at him and say, “Jeez Elliott, it’s not like I’m gonna kill you or something.”

He just looks up suddenly at me, obviously not having heard my approach. His eyes are wide with surprise and I can’t help thinking that he looks like a fish out of water as his mouth drops open to find words. I start to tease him about it, but before I can, he finds his composure and says, “Well duh, Junyah. But I know too well how that mind of yours works.”

I just grin at his words and reply, “You betcha,” and start walking. He waits for a moment then hurries to catch up with me. We pass through the motorcoach lot and I see that another one I know is still here, and the lights are still on there as well. As we walk by I hear a strangled cry and just grin to myself. Apparently his puppy is still good for something after all, and I can’t help but wonder what he would think of my plans.

I glance over to Elliott to see that he’s completely oblivious to my thoughts as he’s obviously trying to figure out where we’re going. Maybe I should give him a hint.

“So did you see what NASCAR pulled on Jeff today? Pretty shitty, huh?” I ask, and watch as he tries to process my words.

“Uhh, yeah. That wasn’t cool,” he replies and I see he has no idea where I’m going with this. He’s probably trying to figure out why I’m making small talk.

I just grin all the more and add, “Yeah, I saw him on my way to your place storming out of the trailer from hell. He was so mad he didn’t even notice me.”

“That so?” is all he replies, obviously not interested in talking about Gordon right now. I have to smile as I think he might change his mind if he knew that’s where I got my inspiration.

I look up and see that same white trailer coming into sight and say, “Honestly, I think it’s time someone really screwed them…if you know what I mean.”

“Definitely, you have somethin’ in mind?” he says nodding his head until he realizes where we are and that I’ve stopped walking. His big brown eyes get wide as saucers and he takes a step back, putting up his hands. “Junyah, are you crazy, man?” He looks around as he says this, as if he’s worried about someone seeing. But I know better. I know from a very reliable source that the tracks are completely empty this time of night, well almost anyway.

I grin and take a step forward, causing him to backpedal again, right into the side of the trailer. I feel my grin broaden across my face as I pin him against the side with my body and whisper low in his ear, “C’mon, Elliott. It has to turn you on just like banging me on the hood of your car did, cuz it’s wrong and dirty and dangerous.”

I lean back just enough to see that his eyes have become even darker than usual with lust, and I know I’ve got him. “Where?” he whispers, in a rough voice, and I can’t control the shiver that runs through me at his acceptance.

“Inside. I wanna screw you where they screw us.”

His eyes widen a little more and I can all but see the wheels turning in his head. But then he finally just shakes his head and says, “I don’t see how Junyah, it’s locked. How are we gonna get in?”

I just look at him and make the most serious face I can and reply, “Break a window,” as I shrug my shoulders.

“Are you completely out of your head?!?” he asks, pushing me back, and I can’t keep a straight face any longer. He swings, trying to hit me in the shoulder once he realizes he’s been had, but I duck under his arm and grab it, twisting it behind him.

I press myself up against his back and say, low in his ear, “Now, now don’t be that way. You did try and convince me you were gonna have me in Victory Lane remember?” I hear him sigh and release him, and he turns back around to me.

“You know, you never let me answer your question before,” I say, as I walk over to the trailer door and pull out a few “tools” I picked up in my coach. He watches with interest as I examine the lock on the door and smile.

“Are you kidding me,” is all he says as I make short work of the lock and push open the door.

“Hey,” I reply, “I grew up around race tracks, and this is the same old lock Dad had on one of his rigs. You would think they would have better security, pricks that they are.”

We quietly slip inside the dark trailer and I survey the first “waiting” room area where they like to leave you to stew until they are ready for you. Although there are a few couches and chairs that might be fun to christen here, that’s not what I’m looking for. I want what’s in the back room.

Elliott follows me as I move into the next room full of TVs and the other video equipment those jackasses use to try and build their case against you. There is a nice, long table here, but that’s still not what I’m looking for. Finally I see the door to the “big” room, and turn to him and grin. He’s still casting glances back over his shoulder, but at least he’s smiling now, and if the bulge in his pants is any indication, he’s loving this just as much as me.

I walk to the next door, which will finally lead me to the object of my desire, and push it open. I can’t stop the broad grin from crossing my face as I finally see that oversized desk Helton loves to sit at and look down on you from. Just the very thought of desecrating the “throne” of his self proclaimed monarchy has my blood running hot.

I turn back to look at Elliott, expecting him to try and talk me out of this or still be wrapped up in getting caught doing something so “wrong,” but instead I’m pleasantly surprised by the equally broad grin across his face. He just turns to meet my eyes and in that sexy, southern drawl of his says, “Junyah, babe, you’re a frickin’ genius.”

I reach for him at the same time he steps towards me and I run my fingers through his hair, bringing his lips crashing down to mine. I step backwards, pulling him with me, as I make my way around the desk and to the overstuffed high-backed leather chair. My lips never leave his as I start clawing at his shirt, pushing it up and scratching my nails across his chest. I kick the chair back out of the way with my foot and push him up against the large wooden desk, bending him backwards as my hands roam all over his hard, tight body.

I pull back for a moment, breaking the kiss just so I can see his wild eyes, mussed hair, and kiss-swollen lips. Apparently I’m not the only one who likes what he sees because he all but growls at me as he reaches down, tearing my shirt over my head before pulling me back to him and kissing me again. His hands are running down my sides, then raking up my back, sending chills down my spine followed by spreading warmth through my groin and I don’t remember ever wanting him more…except maybe in Texas.

The image of how he took me so completely as he spread me across the cold steel of his winning car assaults my mind and I want it all again. But this time I get to do the taking. I break away from him again and pull his shirt roughly over his head and toss it over my shoulder. Then I lean around him, sweeping my arm across the desk, knocking all sorts of papers and ornaments out of the way.

“Don’t hog all the fun, Junyah,” he says slowly grinning at me as he ends up clearing off the other side of the desk. The crash of things breaking as they hit the floor just fuels my desire and I grab him by the waist of his jeans and tug him forward. I lose no time in unfastening his pants and shoving them down, running my hand over his throbbing cock before I spin him around and push him across the desk.

“Uuuggghhh,” I hear him moan as he spreads his hands across the hard surface and bangs his head down on the wood. I remember doing the same thing on the hard steel of his hood, as I reach for the provisions in my pocket. I’m burning with desire as I unfasten my own pants and push them down, coating my raging hard on with slippery lube. Then I use my slick fingers to find and probe his tight opening, easing one finger inside.

“Yeah, Juuuuunyah, yeah,” he moans as I ready him for me, first with one finger then two. I tease him and have to bite my lip as I watch his long fingers clawing at the wood, probably hard enough to leave marks. “More, Dale, pleeeeease,” he begs, and I’m in no mood to argue as I pump him with another finger. Finally I can’t take anymore and I pull my hand away, reaching for my own hard length as I hear him moan at the loss.

Then I step forward, grabbing his hips hard as I position myself and then slowly push inside. This time we moan together as my eyes roll back in my head and I have to pause before I can continue. Once I feel I’ve regained some control, I start thrusting slowly, letting the fire build even more.

He’s pounding his hands on the desk, meeting each of my thrusts and it’s about all I can take. I look at his naked back, leaned over the dark wood, and his arms spread out on the polished surface and burn the image in my mind forever. Then I throw my head back and give in to the raw lust consuming me as I slam into him with no mercy. Finally the raging fire in my blood consumes me and I cry out, “Fuck. Yes. Elliott. Hot Damn. Shit. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeees,” as I lose myself to the overwhelming pleasure.

I tremble and shake as I finally find my release, and his soft moaning underneath me brings me back to where we are. I know he wants more and as I glance over to my side I know exactly what to do. I slowly pull out of him and watch him spread out even more across the hard surface in front of him. Then I grab him by the shoulder turning him and pushing him into the big leather chair I kicked aside earlier.

I look down on him to see he’s nearly blind with lust as he tries to reach for me. But I duck out of his reach, instead putting my hands on his thighs and taking his throbbing erection in my mouth as I go to my knees. He lets out an almost inhuman cry of pleasure as I waste no time teasing him, instead sucking hard and working my tongue over him. I see his hands gripping the arms of the chair with white knuckles and I realize he’s still trying to let me have all the power tonight, and it turns me on so much that I moan around him and am rewarded with his throaty cries in return.

Finally I feel him buck beneath me and cry, “Ohhhhh Juuuuuuuunyaaaaaaah,” in that sultry sweet voice of his as he finally comes and I drink him down, not losing a drop. As I slowly pull back and look up at him, I see he has his head thrown back with his eyes closed, panting, and that his long hair is plastered to his face, wet with sweat. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen him look so thoroughly fucked, and it fills me with pride and some other emotions I’m not even completely sure of.

Eventually his bottomless brown eyes open sleepily and look down to find mine. He has a lazy grin across his face as he tells me in a voice more heavily accented than usual, “You’re looking pretty pleased with yurself.”

I just grin at him as I look up, boldly licking my lips as I say, “Couldn’t leave any evidence, now could I?”

“Mmm, yeyah,” he mumbles drowsily as he rests his head back against the chair again, closing his eyes. I sit and watch him for a moment before I push myself up off the floor, fasten my jeans and retrieve my shirt from where he tossed it earlier.

As I look around at the carnage we’ve created, I can’t help the broad grin from crossing my face, especially since there won’t ever be anything done about it. NASCAR’s hush-hush policy does have its advantages sometimes. I mean, how would it look for the world to know their precious official trailer was so easily vandalized? That, and any of 43 teams could have done this. I just hope I can keep a straight face if they mention this in the next driver’s meeting.

I lean over to pick up Elliott’s shirt and look back at him, still practically naked and sprawled out in the chair and know I’ll never be able to take anyone in that chair seriously again. To be honest I doubt either one of us will mind being summoned here again. Not like we’ll be able to concentrate even if we are.

I grin as I walk back over to him and can’t help but relish the thought of telling Jeff about how wonderful my boy is. He can have his “yard of bricks.” I got the big white fucking trailer! I laugh to myself at this and see Elliott slowly open his eyes and toss him his shirt. I just have to wonder if we’ll be the only ones invading this place. Maybe I should give Jeff a crash course in the art of lock picking.

I laugh again and see Elliott give me a questioning look as he pulls his shirt over his head and says, “What are you thinkin’?”

I just smile back at him and say, “The look on Helton’s face if he saw you half naked in his chair,” since I know he probably wouldn’t even want to know my other line of thinking.

I walk over to him and reach out my hand to help him up. But instead of getting up he pulls me forward suddenly so I end up falling in his lap. “C’mon, Junyah,” he drawls in my ear and kisses my neck. “Do we have to go now? There’s so much more we can do…”

I can’t help but lean into him as he kisses along my jawline and runs his hand up my side under my shirt. How does he always know how to make me melt? “Uhhh, yeah, no rush,” I reply as I drop my head to kiss his soft lips again.

*Bang*

I sit up instantly and feel him stiffen beneath me at the sound. We both look at each other, wide-eyed, and he just whispers, “What was that?”

I just shake my head and whisper back, “I dunno, nothing?”

We both sit there holding our breaths like stupid kids for a moment and I ask in a hushed voice, “You did lock the door, right?”

“Uhhh, don’t remember,” he quietly responds.

“Elliott!! Dude, what were you thinking,” I snap back, whispering sharply.

“Junyah, I’m sorry I wasn’t…”

“Shhhhh,” I say as I think I hear another noise. It sounds like the door to the coach being pushed open and I hear voices too quiet for me to make out. I jump up immediately looking around for an escape and not seeing one. I spare a glance over to Elliott who also jumps to his feet, but unfortunately gets tangled in his pants around his ankles and trips, falling to his knees. It’s so funny I have to bite my tongue and cover my mouth to keep from laughing out loud.

I watch as he’s in such a hurry to get up and finish getting dressed that he bangs his shoulder on the edge of the desk and I hear a muffled cry. Again I have to stifle a laugh before walking over and pulling him to his feet. “Come on you freak,” I whisper, as I finally spot a possible hiding place. I grab him by the wrist just as he finishes fastening his jeans and pull him across the room to the only other door I see besides the one we came in through.

I hear noises in the adjacent room as I tear open the door to what seems to be a closet. I turn and push Elliott into the dark space and quickly follow him inside, pulling the door almost closed behind me. I run right into him and we both lose our balance falling ungracefully to the floor in the confined space. “Get off my leg,” I hiss, then add, “you really should lay off those M&Ms.”

“Shut up, Junyah,” is his only reply as I feel him shift off of me. I squirm forward to peek out the small crack I left open and hear him softly cry out, “Ouch, move your bony elbow. Maybe you should…”

“Shhhhh,” I hush him again as I hear them more clearly in the next room. I feel him hit me in the shoulder and I move my arm as I strain to see who it is. Then I hear a laugh, and all at once I know. “Shit,” I curse under my breath. I just don’t believe this.

“Who is it?” Elliott asks trying to climb over me too look out himself.

I push him back saying, “Get off! Would you just be still and shut up?”

He leans back and I know he’s pouting at me as I hear him huff back, “Fine, then.”

I lean forward again looking out the small opening and see that I’m right as they walk into the room and stop short. “Woah…someone really trashed the place,” I hear the puppy say. Well duh, is all I can think at his inane observation.

“Yeah, someone else must be pretty pissed, not that it would be a surprise,” I watch Jeff say, distracted. As he looks around the room, surveying the carnage we created, I have the distinct feeling he realizes this wasn’t just vandalizing. He has that look on his face when he’s sizing up a situation and I know from experience when he looks this way, he doesn’t miss much.

I watch intently as he steps closer to the desk, looking around the room at everything haphazardly tossed off the desk. Then I hold my breath as something on the floor seems to catch his attention. I cast a glance Elliott’s direction, trying to remember if we left anything for him to find. Then I watch a slow grin spread across Jeff’s face as he leans over to pick something up. I lean, trying to see what it is, but the desk is blocking my view. Whatever it is, he slips it in his pocket as he stands and grins even more.

He looks around the room slowly and as I finally see his eyes when he looks this way I realize, he knows. “Shit, shit,” I curse again under my breath.

That seems to get Elliott’s attention as he leans over again, trying to get a look as he whispers, “Is that Gordon?”

“Stop it, Elliott,” I hiss back at him roughly, trying to shove him back. All I need is to be caught here. Jeff wouldn’t be so bad, but I really don’t need his boy having something on me.

Elliott punches me in the arm again as he moves back and whispers “You prick.”

“M&M junkie,” I reply rubbing my arm.

“Beer guzzling freak,” he shoots back a little louder.

“Shhhhhhhh, you’re gonna get us caught” I snap at him, and I lean forward to look back out the door to see if we’ve been discovered.

Johnson has moved over to stand behind Jeff and says, “So what exactly did you have in mind, Jeffy?” But Jeff’s not listening. He raises his hand as the puppy is about to say something else and, unsurprisingly, he obediently stays quiet.

I watch as Jeff’s eyes scan the room closer and freeze as they stop, looking directly at me. I want to jump and run. I know he can’t really see me…but he does! I know he does, and by the smirk on his face I’m pretty sure he knows it’s me. I can barely breathe as I watch him relax back into his boy as Jimmie slips an arm around his waist. Surely he’s gonna leave, right? Surely he doesn’t plan on staying, knowing I’m here. But the mischievous glint in his eyes as he looks this way is starting to give me a sick feeling. Oh, please don’t do what you’re thinking, I pray silently as I watch him.

“Come on,” the puppy whines at him. “What are you waiting for? I thought you wanted to…” his voice trails off as he starts whispering something I’m sure I don’t want to know in Jeff’s ear. Jeff just smiles broader at his words and runs his hand up Johnson’s arm never tearing his eyes away from mine.

I bite my lip. I know what kind of a bluffer he is. He’s waiting to see if he can get me to come out, I just know it, and I’m about two seconds away from doing it. This is the last thing I ever wanted to see, and I shake my head as unwanted images flood my mind.

“Is that Jimmie?” I hear Elliott whisper in my ear as he tries to lean forward to look out again.

I push him back, shushing him again as I reply, “Yeah, its Johnson. Now be quiet!” I snap at him, agitation and a little fear running through me at the thought of getting caught, or even worse having to watch…

“What are they doing ‘ere?” he whispers back, oblivious to what’s really going on on the other side of the door.

“Probably the same thing as us,” I hiss back, leaning forward to get another look and hoping that Jeff will have mercy on me and just leave.

I feel that Elliott has gone completely still beside me and I’m surprised he finally decided to be quiet. I turn to glance over at him and see a look of complete shock on his face even in the near darkness of the closet. It takes me a moment to realize what’s wrong, and I have to stifle a laugh. “Oh, come on Elliott, surely you knew?”

I watch as he seems to stammer for words, shaking his head and whispering, “But, no, I mean, Jimmie has a…but he always…they… Really?” he finally asks looking up at me.

It’s all I can do to keep from laughing out loud, and I have to put my hand over my mouth as I shake silently from laughter. I had no idea anyone was really still clueless about those two. “Well, duh,” is all I can manage to get out around my smothered laughter.

Elliott just shrugs his shoulders as he seems a little lost in thought and finally says, “Well, that would explain why he’s always following him around like a bitch in heat.”

I completely lose it at that point, and have to bite hard into my bottom lip to stay silent. “Why else do you think I always call him Puppy?”

Elliott slaps his hand over his mouth now, trying to hold back laughter and I swear I can see tears prick his eyes as he struggles to stay silent. Then he finally whispers softly, “You are so wrong, Junyah. I just luv it.”

I shoot him my best mischievous grin and lean to look back out the door. Maybe, just maybe Jeff changed his mind. I really don’t know that I can stay in here and listen to the two of them…

I shake my head of these thoughts and peer through the small crack to see that they are still there. Jeff still has his back to his boy and is facing this direction, but he has turned his head and is kissing Johnson over his shoulder. I start to look away in disgust, but then watch as he turns in his arms, pulling Jimmie’s head down more and deepens the kiss.

I should look away. I know don’t want to see this, but for some reason I can’t. As I watch their intense kiss I can all but feel the growing passion between them, all but see the lust and emotion as if it was a tangible thing…and I can’t look away.

Jeff turns to face him completely and I watch as his hands slide down Johnson’s chest and under the front of his shirt. He trails his hands across his stomach and then slowly up is chest, pushing up his shirt as he goes, and I feel the muscles of my own abs tense and release as I watch. He pushes the shirt over Jimmie’s head letting it fall to the floor beside them and leans up to run his tongue along his neck, followed by a trail of wet kisses along his jaw and I find myself licking my lips in response.

I shake my head as I realize what I’m doing and try to force myself to look away. But in that instant Jeff turns him, putting Jimmie between himself and the closet door so that he is facing me once again. I watch, riveted to the scene in front of me, as Jeff pulls Jimmie’s head forward, kissing his neck again. Then I gasp in shock as Jeff opens his eyes and, I swear, looks directly at me. I can’t tear my eyes away from his as he nibbles at Jimmie’s ear, and I feel a flood of warmth run through me as my borrowed jeans become tighter again and I realize I have never seen anything so erotic in my life.

I can feel Elliott’s eyes on me but still I can’t look away. I hear his whispered voice as he asks, “Junyah, what’s going on?” But instead of answering him I just reach for one of his hands, pulling it into my lap and placing it on the hard erection straining against my jeans.

I feel him lean closer to me and whisper softly in my ear, “Oh reeeeally,” in that softly accented voice of his. I shiver at his words and he speaks again, his lips brushing against my ear, “Maaaaan, you really are insatiable you naughty, naughty boy.”

The feel of his breath against my neck and the sound of his slow drawl as he rubs me through the denim is so erotic I have to stifle a moan. But I still can’t tear my eyes away from the events unfolding on the other side of the door.

I watch as Jeff pulls Jimmie to the end of the desk, angling him so that I can see everything and he can still easily turn his head my direction. Then he pushes him forward, spreading him across the smooth, hard wood and I can’t help but imagine what it would feel like under my hands. He leans over him, running his tongue up his spine and I feel myself tremble at his actions as I feel Elliott unfastening the button of my jeans and pulling down the zipper.

He slips his hand inside and encircles my hard length, slowly stroking me and I can feel his eyes on me, staring at me as intently as I watch them. At that moment I see Jeff push two fingers into Jimmie, pumping into him slowly, and he again turns to look my direction, and I realize he seems to enjoy my eyes on him as much as I enjoy watching him.

A soft moan escapes my lips at the same time I hear one come from Jimmie and the combination of it all overwhelms my senses. I have never seen and felt anything so erotic in my life, and I feel fresh lust run through me as I tremble with desire. Elliott leans forward, kissing my neck and I hear him hiss, “Yessssssss,” softly in my ear.

I shudder again at the sensory overload and watch, transfixed, as Jeff finally withdraws his fingers and begins to stroke his hard throbbing cock the same way Elliott is doing to me. “Shit,” I whisper under my breath as it’s all becoming too much.

He moves over, positioning himself behind Jimmie and I gasp as he slowly pushes himself inside, eyes locked with mine as Elliott takes that moment to lean over, taking me in his warm mouth. I bite my lip hard, trying in vain to hold back my cry, but fortunately, Jimmie’s throaty cries of passion drown out my own.

I watch them, unable to tear my gaze from them, as Jeff thrusts into him. His back is arched and his eyes are closed as he pushes forward and I see the taught muscles rippling on Jimmie’s back as he rides out his own exquisite, agonizing pleasure. I feel Elliott moan around my hard cock and I thread my shaking fingers through his long hair as my entire body begins to tremble.

Jeff increases his pace, thrusting harder and faster into Jimmie’s willing body, and Elliott speeds up as well, almost as if he knows exactly what is happening on the other side of the door. I reflexively grip his long locks tighter as I feel myself being pushed to the very edge.

Then Jeff takes that moment to turn his head, which is slightly bowed, and look at me with hooded eyes. The intensity of his gaze is so unbelievably hot I feel myself start to shake as my impending orgasm comes excruciatingly closer. I meet his stormy, lust-filled blue eyes and see the sweat glistening as it runs down his face. His lips are parted and he is panting heavily, and realize I am doing the same, mirroring him completely.

The intensity of his gaze, Jimmie’s soft cries of pleasure, and Elliott’s expert mouth working on me are all too much. But I keep my eyes focused on the two in the other room and watch Jeff bite his lip as his face contorts in pleasure, and that is all it takes for me to come harder than I can ever remember into Elliott’s hot, willing mouth.

I don’t even know if I cried aloud, but at this point I don’t even care as I throw my head back, shuddering as aftershocks wrack my body and it feels like it will never end. I barely catch a glance as Jeff pulls from Jimmie and grabs his arm, bringing him to his feet and pushing him this way. I don’t even care as I lean against the back wall of the closet, reaching down and pulling Elliott up into a kiss brutal in its intensity. I can feel his lust overwhelming me, and I run my hands under his shirt and over his chest before tugging at the waist of his jeans.

The closet slams shut as I hear Jimmie pushed against the door and cry out in pleasure, but right now I barely even notice as I finally unfasten Elliott’s jeans and reach my hand inside. He moans against my lips as I circle his hard length with my hand and begin stroking him hard and fast. He’s already close to the edge, I can tell, as I plunder his mouth with my own and I hear hands pounding on the door, echoing in the small space.

I break the kiss to attack his neck, tasting the salt of his skin, and hear him groan into my ear at the same time I hear groans from the other side of the door. I increase my pace as I feel him begin to shake in my arms and suck hard at the pulse point of his neck. The pounding of hands on the other side of the door seem to get harder until I hear a throaty scream at the same time that Elliott moans and shudders against me. I just hold him in my arms as he trembles and for the first time I start to think and can’t believe what all has happened.

I push these thoughts out of my head for the moment, and brush the sweat-soaked hair from Elliott’s face as he slowly looks up to meet my eyes. “Daaaaayum, Junyah,” he whispers softly, and all I can do is nod. He slowly moves off of me to sit beside me and we stay there in silence, unsure of what to do next. I know Jeff knows I’m in here, but is he going to push the issue or let it be?

I suck in a sharp breath as I hear the doorknob turn, and immobilizing panic sets over me. But the door only opens a crack and I hear them moving away. Why did he…I wonder as I lean forward again to look out into the room as before. I see Jimmie pulling on his shirt and moving towards the door, Jeff at his heels and I have to sigh in relief. But then I hold my breath again as Jeff stops at the door and looks my direction. I start to pull back, but can’t, and my mouth drops open in shock as a cocky grin spreads across his face and he winks at me. That son of a bitch winked at me!!

I stay there, unmoving, as I hear them walk out of the trailer, the door opening and closing behind them. Then I stretch my leg out, kicking the door open, but still remain sitting on the floor. I turn my head to face Elliott, never moving it from the wall as I do this, and see him leaning against the wall to my right, our legs still tangled in the middle of the closet floor.

“You think they knew we were here?” he asks me, tired brown eyes meeting mine.

What do I tell him? It’s one thing he knew I was watching, and I have no idea what he must think about that. But if he knew that Jeff knew I was watching? I shake my head against these thoughts again and reply, “Ahhh, I don’t think so. How would they?”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he says nodding his head, and I wonder again what he would think if he knew the truth. I hope Jeff never says anything. I hope he doesn’t tell Jimmie, if he hasn’t already. That would really be all I need--the puppy shooting me knowing looks.

I shake my head at this thought as well, and push myself up off the floor. I have to get out of here. We have to get out of here, I think, as I reach a hand to Elliott to help him up. “C’mon. Let’s get out of here before someone else decides to get one of my bright ideas,” I say with a grin.

He grins back at me as he lets me pull him to his feet and his eyes are sparkling with mischief as he says, “What’s the hurry Junyah? I thought you might like to stay and see if there’s a repeat performance.”

He just couldn’t leave it alone could he? Not that I’m surprised. He’s never gonna let me live this down…I just know it. I glance over to him, still standing there, grinning at me like an idiot and say, “Shut up, Elliott,” and turn to start making my way to the door.

I feel him hurry to catch up to me as I quickly walk through the dark trailer. As I finally reach the door and start to pull it open so we can finally get out of here, it’s pulled from my grasp as Elliott reaches over my shoulder and pushes the door shut. He looks down on me, keeping his palm pressed against the door and I know I have no choice but to meet his eyes. I look back at him, and am instantly surprised by the intensity of his gaze and I just have to ask, “What?”

I watch as a devilish smile crosses his face and he leans down, speaking in that low, accented voice that I could listen to all night. “C’mon, Junyah. Admit it. I know you liked it,” he drawls.

I shrug my shoulder and try to push his arm away so I can open the door again, but he just leans forward, putting all his weight on his hand and I can’t budge him. “Dammit, Elliott, do you want us to get caught?” I ask, looking over my shoulder at him again.

He’s still wearing that same infuriating smile and just shakes his head slowly at me. “Answer the question Daaaaaale,” he says, deliberately drawing out my name.

He’s not going to let this go I finally realize, and I let out a long sigh. I shake my head and reply, “Yeah, I liked it ok. Can we go now?”

He leans back a bit and I think that he’s finally going to let this go. But then I feel him lean forward again, pressing himself against my back, and I feel his breath against my ear as he says slowly, “I liked it too.”

My eyes go wide at his words as I wonder exactly what he means. Did he like that I was watching them? Did he like that they were right on the other side of the door? Screwing around in the closet? What? I turn around, his arm still over my shoulder, and look up at him. His eyes bore into me and I can tell he’s not teasing anymore. He did like it, and I have to know why, so I look at him and finally say, “Huh?”

I see his smile grow at my confusion as he presses himself closer to me again. I watch as he runs the tip of his tongue over his lips and I can’t tear my eyes away as he begins to speak again. “I liked watching you, Junyah. I’ve never seen you so turned on. It was beyond hot.”

I can’t help but grin back at him when I realize he means every word. He was turned on by watching me? I never expected that. I start to say something, anything, to let him know how I feel, but before I can his look changes from one of seriousness to teasing again as he says, “Hey, maybe we can get Jeff and Jimmie to put on another show for ya.”

I put both hands on his chest and push him backwards as he laughs, and I shoot him a glare he knows I don’t mean as I say, “Would you just shut up?” Then I turn around and reach for the door again, pulling it open, but then I have to stop. I can’t help the grin that spreads over my face as I look over my shoulder at him and say, “Who says they’re the ones who get to put on the show?” Then I quickly step out of the trailer, letting the door go as I do, not looking back.

I hear him quickly exit the trailer behind me and hurry to catch up with me again as I walk towards the motorcoach lot. I have to smile again as I hear the slight panic in his voice as he says in a rush, “Come on Junior, you’re kidding right? Tell me you’re kidding.”

I turn my head to face him and don’t say a word. I just give him my most evil grin, but I have to laugh when his eyes grow even wider and his mouth drops open for a moment as he stammers for words. “Junyah, seriously, you’re teasing me right? Right?”

I grin at him again and stop walking. I turn to face him and give him a serious look as I say with slow, deliberate words, “Well, I guess that all depends on who wins next, dunnit?” Then I turn and start walking again, unable to wipe the smile from my face.

After a moment’s hesitation he catches up with me again, falling in step beside me. I cast a glance his direction and he just looks at me and shakes his head.

“Shiiiiiyut,” I hear him curse under his breath, and I just have to laugh.

“Aww c’mon Elly…you know you love my crazy ideas,” I tease him. He glances over at me and I have to laugh again at his glare. I know he doesn’t mean it and before I know it I see the corners of his mouth turn up as he’s unable to keep from smiling back at me.

“Well, fine,” he finally says to me. “But if I win, we do things my way.”

I can’t help but laugh again at his bold words as I nod my head to him. “Yeah, that sounds fair,” I tell him with a grin, which fades a bit as we finally make our way to the drivers’ lot. I really hope Jeff’s not around, I can’t help but think. I really don’t know what I’d say to him…

I let out a small sigh of relief once I finally spot his motorcoach and see that it’s dark. Good. Hopefully he and his puppy are sleeping and won’t see us walk by. I know Jeff knows have someone I’m hitting the sheets with. Hell, we’re always bragging, trying to one up each other. I’m even pretty sure he knows it’s a driver, but he doesn’t know it’s Elliott yet, and I’d kinda like to keep it that way. I really don’t need the knowing and teasing looks I know he would give me…just like I do him. I like being the one doing the teasing. I don’t need him…

“Hey, Junior. You got a minute?”

Shit. I know that voice. I should have known he’d be waiting. He knew we would have to come by this way. I stop and glance over my shoulder and see him leaning against his coach, arms crossed, standing in the dark…grinning at me. I close my eyes for a moment and shake my head then look up when I hear him speak again.

“Elliott. How’s it going?”

Dammit. I look up and see him grinning at me, looking ever so pleased with himself, and I have to shake my head again. Then I hear Elliott stammer, “Uhh, fine,” to him and I tear my eyes away from Jeff to look at him. I can’t hold back a small smile as I take in his wide eyes and rigid posture. He looks like a deer caught in headlights, unable to look away from Jeff, and I have to stifle a laugh. I guess I should rescue him.

“Hey, Elliott,” I tell him softly and he finally looks away from Jeff to meet my eyes. I watch as he sucks in his bottom lip, chewing on it in the dim light, and I give him what I hope is a reassuring smile. “Why don’t I catch up with you later,” I say as he lets out a small sigh of relief and nods to me.

“Uhh, yeah. That sounds good, Junyah,” he says in a rush. Then he turns to Jeff and gives him a wave and tells him good night before turning to head to his coach. He casts me another glance and I see a hint of that same mischievous smile from earlier. I grin back at him and give him a wink before he walks off with a smile. I watch him for a moment before I hear Jeff speak behind me again.

“Soooooo, Elliott huh?” I slowly turn around to face him as he continues, “Sorry Dale, I didn’t mean to run him off,” he says with a knowing grin.

And so it begins.

I take a few steps toward him into the darkness and reply, “You just had to wait for me, didn’t you?”

I hear his laugh waft over to me and I can’t help but smile at the sound. “Of course I did, Junior. You didn’t really think I’d let you ‘get off’ that easy did you?” He laughs again and I just have to shake my head.

“Unbelievable,” I say, as I look to meet his teasing eyes. What are the odds of us both deciding to raid the big white trailer on the same night? He’s still just standing there grinning at me and I realize there’s one thing I have to know. I take a deep breath as I look into his sparkling blue eyes, briefly remembering what they looked like earlier, stormy and filled with lust. I immediately push that image out of my head and ask him, “So, does Jimmie know?”

He laughs again and shakes his head at the same time. “No, Dale. I knew he’d never let you live it down. I haven’t told him…yet,” he finishes with a grin. I just roll my eyes at him, earning another small laugh before he continues. “So, is Sadler the one you ‘banged’ on the hood of a car at Texas?” he asks with a sly grin.

I can’t help but bite my lip as he all but calls me on my lie, and I look away and try to avoid his question. I never thought it would matter. I never thought he would find out, and what was wrong with modifying what happened at Texas a little? I couldn’t let him outdo me, right?

I’m pulled from my thoughts as I realize he’s just staring at me, studying me. How is it that he can make me feel like a bug under a microscope? It’s almost like he can look through me and tell when I’m hiding something. It’s impossible to keep anything from him when he looks at me this way, but I have to try and distract him somehow. I look back to him, meeting his eyes and ask, “What?”

“Waaaaaaaaait a minute,” he tilts his head to get a closer look at me and steps away from the coach, dropping his arms to his sides. “Wait a minute. Elliot won Texas didn’t he?” He takes another step closer and I look away, unable to meet his eyes. “You said a car…and Elliott is always going on about that ‘Texas car.’” Another step closer. “Elliott wasn’t the one getting ‘banged on the hood’ was he?” he says with a broad grin, stepping right in front of me. “It was you!”

I slowly turn my head to face him, and watch as he takes a step back and starts laughing. I glare at him and as he looks up to meet my hard look he starts laughing even harder. I grit my teeth for a moment, hating the fact that he’s laughing at me even though I know he’s just teasing me. But then a slow smile crosses my face as I realize two can play at this game.

I take a step back and cross my arms over my chest, waiting for him to look at me again. When he finally does, he’s still trying to smother his laughter and I just raise an eyebrow to him and say, “Yeah, well, you seem to have put a lot of thought into this, Jeff. So tell me…” I take a step closer to him, meeting his eyes with mine. “Does the thought of me on the hood of a racecar get you hot?” I grin even more as he finally goes silent and I know I have a smug look on my face.

I expect him to turn away. I expect him to back off. I sure as hell don’t expect him to move even closer and stare into my eyes with a sultry smile on his face!

“Maybe it does,” he says slowly, as he rakes his eyes over my body before meeting my gaze again, and I can’t help the shiver that runs through me at the intensity of his eyes. I see the smile on his face grow, and in an instant I feel like I’m drowning in the dark blue storms that are his eyes. “But what about you Junior?” his voice is low as he moves closer, standing only inches from me. “What about tonight? Did I make you hot?”

I can’t help but close my eyes as images from the night run through my mind and it’s all I can do to stifle a moan. Then I feel him lean into me, feel his breath on my neck as he whispers low in my ear, “I heard you, you know.”

This time I can’t stop the small moan from slipping from my lips as I imagine him knowing I was there, feeling my eyes on him, hearing my moans of pleasure. I open my eyes to look down at him and am once again stuck by the intensity of his eyes, and the sultry smirk on his lips. I find in that moment I can’t tear my eyes away from his lips, as he runs his tongue across them, and I wonder what they would feel like against mine. I’ve never had these thoughts about him before, but I’ve also never…had a night like tonight either. I feel myself lean forward, but just as I do he moves back and I hear him chuckle at me again.

My eyes snap up to meet his and I see that his look of lust has been replaced by one of amusement, and I grit my teeth again. He’s playing with me! He’s teasing me, but as I study his eyes dancing with laughter, I remember the intense look of desire in them just moments ago, and I know it’s not all an act. I smile back at him and with a teasing grin of my own say, “Well, I don’t think I was the only one. You sure seemed to enjoy being watched.”

I again expect him to deny my words, but he doesn’t. He just gets a thoughtful look and replies, “Yeah, I did…” I watch as his eyes seem to lose focus for a moment and I know he’s replaying the night’s events in his head as a small smile plays at his lips. Then he looks back at me, his eyes seeming to see me again, and with a smirk of his own says, “Maybe we should try this again some time.”

I can’t help but laugh at his words as I shake my head. This is beyond crazy. If anyone had told me I would have ended up in a closet, getting off while watching one of my best friends screw someone, I would have told them they were insane. Maybe I’m the one who’s insane. I look up to see Jeff still smiling at me and we both bust out laughing.

I laugh until I feel tears pricking my eyes and my sides actually begin to hurt. Finally I catch my breath and realize there’s one more question I really want an answer to. I look back to him and I can still see the laughter shining in his eyes and ask, “So, how did you know it was me?”

I watch as a broad smile crosses his face and he just replies, “That’s for me to know.”

I shake my head because I know that look. He’s not telling, and there is nothing I can do to change his mind. Finally I just shrug and say, “Well, I dunno about you, but I’m exhausted,” I say with a smile. “It’s been a long night.”

He just grins back at me. Nods, and starts to make his way back to the door of his coach. I watch him for a moment, then turn and start to head back to my coach when I hear his voice behind me again.

“Hey Junior…”

I turn around to face him and see that he’s wearing that same mischievous grin from earlier. I tilt my head in a questioning look at him and he tosses something my direction saying, “I think you forgot something.”

I catch the object in midair and look down to see it’s the tube of lube I brought with me to the trailer. I close my eyes and shake my head and can’t hold back the laughter when I realize that this is what he found on the floor. I look up to him again just as he’s opening his door, and watch as he winks at me and says, “You really should be more careful next time, Dale.”

I can only grin back at him as I reply, “Yeah, thanks for the advice, Gordon.” He nods to me as he steps inside and I stand there until he closes the door behind him. Then I turn, slipping the small tube in my pocket as I make my way to my coach. He doesn’t know it yet, but I am so gonna get him back. I don’t know when and I don’t know how--but I will get him back.

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