Cowboy in the City

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Summary: Time for one more “boy’s night out.”

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
SEQUEL TO: Eldora Fairytale
CHARACTER: Clint Bowyer/Jimmie Johnson, Kevin Harvick, Clint POV
COMPLETED: December 25, 2008
WORD COUNT: 5,155
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. ;-)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic is a Christmas request written especially for mystik78 a.k.a. Heather. This was so evil of you but I think it turned out ok...even though it’s totally not what I expected. I hope you enjoy it!
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Marquee Night Club – New York City, NY – December 4th, 2008

I hate New York.  It doesn’t matter how many times I come here I never feel right.  It’s all so damn foreign, almost like you’re in another country.  And the people don’t help none either.  They might as well be aliens the way they treat you, like you don’t have two brain cells to rub together if you have a southern accent.  I hate it.  Every time I’m here it makes me so homesick for Kansas I can taste the dirt on the wind.  I’m a driver.  I don’t belong all fancied up in a too loud night club.  That’s why I’m getting hammered and why my teammate thinks he has to play chaperone.

Glance over at Harvick and shake my head.  He doesn’t belong here anymore than I do but you wouldn’t tell it from looking at him.  I swear he can make himself at ease no matter where he is and it’s all in the way he acts cause it sure as heck isn’t his clothes.  No, I’ve got the hair and the clothes down, even if I refused to give up my boots, but it’s still like I’m a square peg tryin’ to get in a round hole.  Guess it’s true you can take the Kansas boy out of Kansas but he ain’t ever gonna fit anywhere else.  Honestly the whole thing’s got me envying Junior cause I really would like to be home about now.

Motion at the bartender for another Jack and Coke but of course he doesn’t notice me.  Bet he’d notice Harvick, or Gordon, or hell Johnson.  Who wouldn’t notice Johnson here?  He’s like one of those weirdo New Yorkers, I swear he totally blends in.  To look at him tonight you wouldn’t have even known he drove a racecar.  I mean, he showed up at Tony’s show with a damn scarf around his neck that had to be made of cashmere or silk or hell, I don’t even know.  All I know is I bet it didn’t keep him warm.

Spin my glass on the bar and then pick it up enough to drop it back on the bar.  You can barely hear the sound over the loud as hell club but it seems to get the bartender’s attention good enough. Guess he doesn’t want his precious bar scratched.  Point at my glass and once he’s refilled it I take a long drink.  I can feel Kev’s eyes on me but I don’t care, getting three sheets to the wind is the only way I can cope with this place. 

Turn in my chair, which isn’t even a damn stool, and look around the fancy ass room.  Supposedly this place is one of the hottest clubs in the city but to me it’s nothing but a bunch of noise and lights.  I swear there’s gotta be more neon here than in the entire state of Kansas and it’s not even the right kind of neon.  No this isn’t the stuff you see in beer logos and stuff.  This is the neon where you can’t even see where it’s coming from and it’s just everywhere and disorienting as hell.  It’s stupid.  Between this place and the room key burning a hole in my pocket I think I’m gonna need a fifth of Jack all to myself to make it through the night.

Slip my hand in my pocket and finger the room key same as I have a dozen times tonight.  I know he’s back at the hotel.  Supposedly he’s got some spectacular suite or something and the whole thing’s on NASCAR.  Funny, I don’t remember them treating me that well for winning the Nationwide cup.  But what do you expect, second rate cup for the second rate driver.

Reach back, grab my glass and chug down the rest of my whiskey.  Damn Johnson and his hundred dollar jeans and fancy ass scarf.  He’s been strutting around the city like he owns it ever since we all got here and it’s driving me nuts.  He looked better in Eldora, covered in dirt with a three day old beard on his face.  He was attainable then.  Hell he was on my level asking for my advice.  Now he’s all Mr. Foo-Foo Champion and I don’t know what he wants from me.  Sure he slipped his key in my pocket as he and Jeff were leaving but shit, I don’t know what to do with it.  Not here.

Catch sight of Harvick out of the corner of my eye and I’m unsurprised when he comes over to join me at the bar.  I swear I really don’t get him.  I don’t see how a fricken homebody go-cart racer like him can fit right in in a place like this.  But I guess that’s just him.  Watch him lean back against the bar, reclining like a cat the way he does, and I know if DeLana weren’t here and he weren’t wearing his ring he’d have no trouble finding someone to warm his bed.  Hell I swear one chick hit on him with D standing right there and I still wish I could’ve heard what she told her that sent her scurrying out of the room.

“So, you gonna go?”  Cast my glance over at him and I should’ve known he wouldn’t have missed Jimmie’s subtle invitation.  He has proclaimed himself my official “keeper” of the night so of course nothing’s gonna get past him.

“Dunno yet.  You think I should?”  He’s still the only one besides Gordon who really knows about what happened in Eldora, unless he’s told DeLana without my knowing, so he is the only person I can turn to. 

“You kidding?  I know there’s no way I’d be turning down unlimited room service paid for by France himself.”  He smirks at me and I can’t help but return it.  Leave it to Harvick to put me at ease.  “Besides…” he looks out over the club as he continues.  “Isn’t tonight…one of those nights?”  He turns to look at me and I swear I can’t look away, not when he gets all intense like this.

“I dunno what you’re talking about.”  Finally tear my eyes away from him and stare down at my empty glass as I swirl the ice cubes around.

“Sure you do.  You know, one of those nights normal rules don’t apply?”  He leans a little closer and I continue to focus on my glass but he knows I’m listening even if I don’t want to admit it.  “I think you should go.  See how things are on his turf.”  Hear a soft chuckle before he goes on.  “Besides, I still want to know if he’s got a kinky streak.”

Laugh softly and grin a little more in spite of myself.  He does get it, like I knew he would.  It’s not just about going and meeting up with Johnson again, I know I’d do that without hesitation.  It’s about doing that…here…when I know I’m gonna be off balance.  For all I know Kev could get his wish and Jimmie could be one kinky bastard that he’d unleash on me the second I walk through the door…now why was I hesitating again?

“Maybe you’re right.  Maybe I aught to check it out.”  Raise my head to meet his eyes and give him a grin.  “If anything just to satisfy your curiosity.”

“Now you’re talkin’.”  He smiles and reaches out to give my shoulder a squeeze.  “Better make sure and take notes for me.”  He lets his hand rest on my shoulder for a moment as he leans closer and adds softly, “Just one of those nights where anything goes, Shifty.  Let go and enjoy it.”

Look to meet his eyes again and I know what he’s saying cause we’ve all been there.  We’ve all done things we never normally would because the occasion was perfectly right.  How often will I have a chance to be a champion in New York…with another champion?  He’s right.  I can’t let this go.  “Alight.”  Nod to him and glance around the club for a moment.  “Tell DeLana I said good night?”

“Of course.  Now get out of here before I change my mind and try to slip you my key.”  He winks at me and chuckles and I just shake my head.  Sometimes he really is too much.

“Alright, alright, I’m going.  You’re officially relieved of your chaperoning duties.”  He laughs again and I finally push away from the bar and head for the insanely lighted stairs. Is it really necessary for everything in this city to be lit up?  Make my way down to the main level and push my way through the crowd to finally get out of the throbbing insanity.  I swear, once this is over I’m spending a whole week in Kansas just to get the stink of the city off me.  Reach the curb then try to hail a cab.  I know I could call a car to get back but I don’t want to wait, not when a cab is already pulling up.

Slide inside and direct the driver to the Waldorf which is a surprisingly short drive.  Guess I just got lucky.  Pay the man I can barely even understand then slide out of the cab.  Stop on the sidewalk for a moment to look up at the enormous hotel and shake my head.  Is his room up on the very top?  And what about Chandra?  Why isn’t she with him tonight?  Shake my head again and curl my hand around the room key.  He wouldn’t have given it to me after whispering “boys’ night out” if he didn’t mean it.  Look up at the hotel another moment until I end up getting shoved by some obnoxious jerk because I’m “in the way.”  Shake my head and head for the door.  I’m so ready to leave this place behind for another year.

Make my way through the large entryway and it’s not until I reach the elevator that I realize the keycard he gave me is for his own damn floor.  Jesus Christ, when did Jimmie become the King of Sheba?  Use the key to select his floor and fiddle nervously with my ear as the numbers count up.  I don’t know why I’m letting it all get to me.  It’s not like I haven’t been anywhere nice before.  Ok, so maybe I’ve never been in a super fancy suite like this but still, it’s not like he’s gonna bite or something, right?

The doors open into a very small hallway and I step out onto very rich carpet.  Funny, they don’t seem to have this stuff by our rooms.  Walk over to the door and raise my hand to knock but then stop myself.  He did give me a key.  I might as well use it.  Slide the keycard in, step inside then stop short when I finally see the place. My eyes go wide as I look around the huge suite because I’ve lived in houses smaller than this!

Take a few steps away from the door and everywhere you look is one fine thing or another.  There’re paintings on the walls and furniture I’d almost be afraid to sit on.  The main room is enormous and from the glimpses I’m getting from the others I can see they’re more of the same.  This is just insane.  Guess it pays to be the real Champion.  Move through the huge living area and I can see his coat from earlier hanging on the back of a desk chair.  Walk over to it because it’s the only familiar thing in the place and I see his scarf is tossed over the back too.  Reach out to touch it, since I didn’t dare do it before, and just like I thought it’s ridiculously soft.  I should’ve known Jimmie would--

“Do you like it?” 

Practically jump out of my skin when I hear his voice and it takes me a minute to get my bearings, but when I do I try to play it off like it was nothing.  “What?” I start to say until I realize I’m still holding on to his scarf and I let go almost like it burned me.  “No, I mean, it’s not exactly my style.  Works for you though.”  Smooth Bowyer, smooth, you’d think you’ve never been let off the farm before.

He chuckles and moves toward me and I really hate this.  I hate I’m feeling all jumpy and uncomfortable. I hate that he fits in here so well he might as well be one of the overpriced pieces of art around me.  And I hate that we’re both Champions but I still feel like the damn country boy that still doesn’t belong.

“I was wondering if you’d come,” he says as he reaches me and all I can do is stare at how well his dark brown button down shirt, that I’m sure is as soft as silk, makes him look like a million bucks.  Everything about him is fine tonight from his clean shaven face to his actually fixed hair.  Shift on my feet uncomfortably and force myself to meet his eyes.

“You thought I’d pass up all this?”  Make a motion to the room with my hand but I doubt he’s buying it.  You can dress up a pig but in the end he’s still just a damn pig and that’s exactly how I’m feeling now.

“Actually I thought you’d hate it.”  Stare at him for a minute like he’s crazy and he laughs and shakes his head.  “C’mon.  You want a beer?”

“Hell yes,” I reply and follow him into another room where he motions for me to sit down on one of the couches.  Pull off my jacket and toss it over the back then drop down on the couch as he’s coming back into the room.  Take the offered beer and once I have a drink I actually relax a little.  I guess beer is beer the world around.

 “So, I guess this is nothing like the Hard Rock, huh?”  Look at him curiously for a minute as he sits down on the other side of the couch until I realize he’s got to be taking about the Nationwide banquet down in Florida.  Snort softly and shake my head as I take another drink.

“Ahhh, no.  I think you’ve got it beat here.”  Smirk slightly and shake my head again.  “I’m just lucky there’s no casino’s here or I’d be doubly busted.  ‘Bout the only fun thing to do down there is drink and lose money.”

“And rub it in Carl’s face?”

His question catches me a little off guard because isn’t Jimmie supposed to be Mr. PC fancy boy champion?  But he’s right.  Boy is he ever right.  Grin back and him and nod, “You should’ve seen the way it was eating him up down there.  I can’t ‘magine what he’s gonna be like come Friday.  I doubt he lasts the whole thing.”

Jimmie’s eyes widen at my words.  “Seriously?  You think he’ll walk?”

“Have you met, Carl?”  Laugh as I relax a little more and slouch back on the couch.  “World’s worst loser.  I’d lay you even money he bails before you even get to say a word.”  Jimmie starts shaking his head and it makes me laugh more.  “Haven’t you heard him sayin’ how he’s wrecked my car more times than I did this year?  He makes it all out to be a joke but it’s not.  Surprised you didn’t get that at the end of the season.”

“Oh, I got it alright in Kansas when he almost took us both out!”  He shakes his head again and I can see the barest traces of anger in his eyes, right below the surface.  He really is just like the rest of us, ready to win at all costs and still burned up about almost getting screwed. 

“He would have done it too.”  Shrug slightly and knock back the rest of my beer.  “Good drivin’s the only thing that kept you alive.  He can be a one man wrecking crew when he wants to be and he don’t feel two ways about it.  I’m just lucky he didn’t take me down either.”

“You were more than lucky, Bowyer.  You proved it in Phoenix when you took that piece of shit to a top five.”  Grin at his words because…I never expected him to be following me so closely.  That was the race I almost lost it when my hood got all pushed in on a restart but there wasn’t any way I was going to give up.  Meet Jimmie’s eyes and for the briefest of moments I swear I see a kindred spirit there because I know he’s done the same thing to win three in a row.

“Funny, Johnson, I never expected you to be paying so much attention to the Nationwide races.”  He holds my gaze and I can’t help but smile a little more.  “I figured you’d have a lot more important things to do than to watch little ol’ me.”

“Had to make sure you beat Carl’s ass.”  Chuckle at his words and sit up a little when he moves a closer to me on the couch.  “Besides…I had to keep an eye on my car owner….”

Eyes widen slightly when he brings up our little deal in Eldora and I was hoping that was where this was gonna go.  Scoot a little closer and shoot him a grin.  “Oh, really?  Here I thought you’d forgotten all about that seeing as you’re the big man in town and everything.”

“You think I could forget about Eldora?” he leans forward and breathes against my lips.  Feel his hand on my thigh and I’m a little surprised he’s more aggressive this time.  Last time I had to goad him into being this forward…I wonder if it’s me or the surroundings.

“I’d hope not.  It really suited you.”  Lean forward and finally meet his lips in a hungry kiss.  Reach for him and grab his arm tugging him closer as I thrust my tongue between his lips.  Feel him press forward and maybe this won’t be a big waste of time after all.  Maybe Johnson does have another side to him.

“What about New York, Clint?  You’ve been looking like a lost puppy since you got here.  What’s wrong Bowyer?  Big city too much for you?”

Push him back and wipe the back of my hand across my mouth as I narrow my eyes at him.  “I’m sorry.  Am I not high class enough for you, Johnson?”  Push off the couch and scowl at him.  I don’t like being out of my element much less having it shoved in my face.  “You wanna rag on me for being a country boy find someone else.  I’m not playin’ that game.”

Turn sharply and head for the door, my cheeks burning in anger and shame.  I don’t belong here.  I know that.  Hell, I never should’ve come.  I don’t know what I was th--

Hand on my arm spins me around and I’m suddenly face to face with deep brown eyes that show a trace of…concern?  Something else?  I don’t even know.  “Clint, wait.  Please.  I wasn’t talking down to you.”  
Could have fooled me.  But I don’t say anything, just lock eyes with him and try to stare him down.  I’m not a toy to be screwed with and it’s time he knows it.  If he thinks I’m gonna sit around and be his punching bag for the night just because he’s the champion….

“Clint, I’m sorry.  You don’t have to go.”  Stare long and hard into his eyes and I can see he’s not toying with me, if anything, he looks…ashamed?  Submissive?  I’m not even sure.  Force myself to lose my defensive stance and nod to him slowly as he continues.  “If you’ll stay…I’d like to show you the big city isn’t all that bad.”

Watch him for another long moment and slowly nod again.  What have I got to lose?  I can always leave if it gets to be too much but honestly, I’d like to see what he has to show me.   He runs his hand down my arm and then tells me softly, “You didn’t get the championship treatment you deserved.  Let me make it up to you?”

Nod at him slowly, still a little wary about everything but willing to at least be a little open minded.  He smiles at me and I can’t help but return it as he finally pulls his hand away.  “Stay right here, ok?  I want to show you something.”  Watch him move away and I can’t help but wonder what he’s up to.  Cross my arms and look around the room a little more and I don’t see how I could ever be comfortable in a place like this.  I’d probably be like Gordon and throw a party in the room so I wouldn’t have to be alone because this is just insane.

Hear him come up behind me and I start to turn towards him when I feel soft fabric being wrapped over my eyes.  “Jimmie?” I call out when the so soft whatever it is is tied in place.  But before I can do anything his arms are around me and he’s pressing against my back.

“Trust me Clint.  Trust me.  Let me show you a good time.  I promise if you don’t like it we can stop but…I think you’ll like it.”  I can feel his breath right at my ear then his lips sucking at my neck.  I’m not exactly thrilled with being blindfolded considering I always like to have some kind of control…but I guess I do kind of owe him for Eldora.

Force myself to relax a little and nod slowly.  “Alright, Jimmie.  Ball’s in your court…for now.” 

Feel his hands run down my body slowly and…there’s something different about not being able to see, it almost…heightens everything somehow.  I’ve never been one much for games and I can’t help but wonder if Harvick knew something about Johnson’s “kinkiness” that I didn’t.  Either way...I think this definitely could end up being a good night.

His arms wrap around me and he untucks my shirt before sliding his hand over my stomach.  How is it something so simple can feel so erotic just cause you can’t see?   I’m starting to think I should’ve tried this before but before I can say anything he runs his hands up my chest and unbuttons my shirt very, very slowly.

“Damn Jimmie.  You are one for the foreplay aren’tcha?”  Shiver as his fingers brush over my chest all the way down then again as he slides the shirt down my arms.

“You better believe it,” he murmurs against my ear.  He kisses my neck hungrily and adds just as soft, “We’re in no hurry this time, Bowyer.  Time you saw what a real celebration was all about.”

My stomach twists in anticipation at his words and I lick my lips when I feel him go for my belt buckle.  Rock into his hand when he slides it down over my crotch and why is it the feel of his breath on my neck is so damn erotic?  Throw my head back against his shoulder and nod slowly.  “Alright Johnson, show me all you got.  I ain’t scared.”

He chuckles softly at my ear and leads me forward to where I’m not completely sure until he guides me to sit down.  Feeling around lets me know I’m on his bed and the next thing I know he’s lifting my feet and taking off my boots.  Reach out blindly until I find his face and slowly run my fingers through his hair.  “You really know how to spoil a guy, you know.  Even if he can’t see.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he purrs at me and I shiver when he runs his finger up the sole of my foot.  Damn, is everything better when you can’t see?  Grin to myself because I know I’m going to have to tell Kev that he was right…Jimmie does have a kinky streak after all.  Or maybe I won’t…maybe I’ll keep this all to myself.

“Gotta say, it is nice to get a champion on his knees.”  Chuckle softly but then gasp for breath when I’m suddenly pinned down on the bed and kissed hard.  Hands run over my body and before I know it he has me stripped naked on the bed.  Shit, shit this I didn’t expect from him.  Wrap my arms around him and try to pull him closer but he’s having none of it, pulling out of my reach and since I can’t see I can’t find him.  Reach up to pull off the blindfold that I’m pretty sure is his scarf when his voice freezes me in my tracks.

“Leave it on.”  His voice is low and commanding and like nothing I’ve ever heard from him and…I can’t help but do what he says.  Let my hands drop to my sides and lick my lips, wondering what he’s gonna do next.  He’s got me feeling totally exposed and I squirm on the bed because I don’t like not knowing what’s coming.  Part my lips to tell him I’ve had enough of this particular game when I feel his hot, wet tongue run up my cock.

“Oh shit, Jimmie…shit.”  Curl my fingers in the sheets because every move he makes is a surprise and he makes a lot of them.  Before I know it he’s got my legs parted and my cock down his throat, bobbing over me just like I remember from Eldora.  Good God the man has a good mouth.  I swear I’ve dreamed about his blow jobs and he’s not disappointing.  Moan low when he sucks me to the back of his throat and if he doesn’t watch it he’s gonna end up getting more than he bargained for.  He parts my legs a little more and my stomach tightens with anticipation.  But when he pushes inside me…something doesn’t feel quite right.

Hard, so hard, is that really him?  But then I feel his hot mouth around me and I know there’s no way unless he’s a damn contortionist too.  “Jimmie, Jimmie wha--ohmygoddddd.”

Vibrations suddenly fill me as his mouth continues to torture me in all the best ways, sucking my cock, my balls and everything in between.  Whimper low as I’ve never, ever felt anything like this.  Fucking kinky bastard.  Who knew he traveled with a god damn vibrator.  Writhe on the bed underneath him and reach down to tug at his hair because I don’t wanna come like this.  I want more.  I want…”Oh SHIT!”

Tight, so hot and tight around me and fuck the blind fold I need to see this.  Feel him sink down on my cock as I rip the scarf away and good God there’s no way I’d miss this.  Slam my hips upward and the combination of the vibrator and his tight ass is almost too much for me.  Grab his hips and thrust mine upward again and again as he rides me like the champion he is, and god is he a sight.  Long hair every which away, look of hot passion on his face and damn he couldn’t look more erotic.  He slams down on me over and over and I wanna hold on but there’s just no way, no fucking way I can.

“Jimmie, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” I scream as everything explodes in a haze of want and need and desire all at once and I jerk him down so I can kiss those sexy lips.  Thread my fingers though his hair, tugging at it lightly as the vibrations deep inside only make the passion go on and on and on.  Whimper low again and squirm when it starts to be too much and he slowly climbs off me.  Pant hard as he finally takes the vibrator out and that’s all I was waiting for as I take my turn and pin him to the bed.

“God damn Johnson, give a fella a chance will you?  I wanna have fun too.”  My body’s still shaking hard from release and I swear I can still feel the vibrations spreading through me as I slide down his body and take his cock to the back of my mouth.  Waste no time sucking him off as I thrust two fingers deep inside him to stroke his prostate because I want to taste him now.  Thankfully he was as close as I thought and before I know it he’s flooding my throat with his hot essence and I can’t help but groan as I swallow him done.  Fuck, there is nothing, nothing, better than the taste of someone else’s desire once I’m all spent.  Lick and suck him until he has nothing left to give and finally rest my head on his thigh.

Pant softly as he reaches down to stroke my hair and for once I don’t mind it’s getting all messed up.  Normally I hate it when people screw with my hair, but after that, shit, he can do whatever he wants.  Kiss his thigh softly, running my tongue over his skin and I’m surprised once again when I feel his hand tenderly stoke my face.  Look up slowly to meet deep, bottomless brown eyes.

“You have anywhere else…to be?”  His voice is tentative and I realize he must be expecting me to bolt now the fun is done.  And the surprising part is…I don’t want to.  Crawl up his body, deliberately running mine over his and kiss him deeply, taking my time and letting him taste himself all over me before kissing down his jaw to his ear.

“Champions like us aught to hang together, doncha think?  This is supposed to be our time, ain’t it?”  Kiss down his neck and he tentatively wraps an arm around my waist as I purr against his skin, “Mmmm so, you got any more surprises up your sleeve, Champ?”  Pull back to wink at him and I swear his eyes light up.

“If you think you can handle it, country boy, I could rock you all night long.”  Grin at him more and rock my hips down against him.  We didn’t have the time last time but I do have the age advantage on him and I can’t help but wonder who will cry for mercy first.  Lick my lips slowly and rock my hips again.

“Bring it on, Johnson.  Let’s see who the real Champion is tonight.”  He growls low and pulls me into another kiss and I completely let myself go.  This is one of those nights after all, I might as well enjoy every bit I can. 

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