Eldora Fairytale

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Summary: Clint explores the perks of being a car owner.

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
CHARACTER: Clint Bowyer/Jimmie Johnson, Kevin Harvick, Clint POV
PROMPT: Taming the Muse #98 (#73 for me) - Cubic
COMPLETED: June 7, 2008
WORD COUNT: 5,018
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: This is to MystikHeather who wanted me to give Jimmie some lovin’. Hope you enjoy this. I have no clue where it came from.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok, so, this is a bit unexpected. I was watching Tony’s Prelude to the Dream a few days ago and they kept refering to Clint as Jimmie’s car owner. Then they showed them talking a lot and riding in the truck together and well...sometimes I think the muses really do have minds of their own. Enjoy!
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Prelude to the Dream - Eldora - June 4th, 2008

I dunno who said he was lit up like a light bulb tonight, but they weren’t wrong.  To me he looked like a kid on Christmas morning, unable to sit still and not knowing what toy to play with first.  Gotta say I never expected to be the one loaning him my toys to run around in the dirt.  I’m just glad he didn’t end up on two hooks like Harvick did his first run here.

When I first heard he was coming out here I know I laughed my ass off.  The very thought of GQ Johnson flying in from New York amused the hell out of me.  Another Caliboy like Kev trying to encroach on the ol’ dirt boy’s territory?  Especially one who missed the race last year for a golf tourney with his name on it?  Yeah, that wasn’t going to end well.  I wasn’t too impressed…until he came and asked my advice.  Gotta say that one really took me off guard.  Wonder if that’s how Gordon felt when he came asking for his advice in Cup…or at least, that’s the way I heard the story.

Anyway, I guess someone told him I was a good person to talk to for some pointers and somehow by the end of the conversation he’d talked me into putting him in a dirt car.  One of my dirt cars.  I didn’t really think much of it until tonight when Doc Bergrin started calling me his “car owner” before the race.  And that’s when I got to thinkin’…shouldn’t there be some perks to that?

We all know about his past with his real car owner, even those of us that came along later.  All you have to do is walk through the garage and you can still hear the quiet inside jokes and comments about “Fourtime” and his boy who surpasses him on a regular basis.  I think we all know whatever thing there was is in the past, or at least that’s the consensus nowadays, but sometimes you still have to wonder with those two.  That’s why I hinted to Gordon about how it felt to be Johnson’s car owner.  Imagine my surprise when he winked at me and told me not to waste the night.  I wanted to ask him more but then Kyle and Ray started yammerin’ at him for attention and I had to stand back and wonder what he meant.

Jimmie and I have never really been all that close.  Oh, we’re friends and all, we just never hung out away from the track like me and Carl or Harvick.  He and Jeff have always stuck up for me on track though and that’s always meant something to me, even if I wasn’t sure why they did it.  Jeff said once he saw me as a “real” racer, whatever he meant I’m not completely sure, but I’ve always appreciated his support.  So today when Johnson showed up to drive one of my dirt cars, I wasn’t entirely sure what to think.  I sure as heck didn’t expect to see him bouncing around and chattering my ear off in the back of a truck during driver intros or hovering around in the pits and asking every question he could think of.  It’s been…an interesting night.  And as a bonus he didn’t even wreck my car.

Ok, he did bang it up pretty good.  And he almost missed his damn heat race from running around and talking to everyone.  I don’t even know if he got in a full pace lap before they dropped the green on him.  But he made it out and didn’t break anything.  Now if he just could have gotten one more spot and passed Harvick…but you can’t have everything.  It would have been nice to rib Kev about it if he had.  My driver with my instruction beating him with all his prerace test sessions?  Yeah, that would’ve been pretty cool.  But you can’t have everything.

Or can you?

That’s what I’m planning on finding out, if I can find him.  That’s the thing about little dirt tracks like Eldora, post race turns into total mayhem with people everywhere.  It’s one of the things I love about it, getting to be so in touch with the fans, but when you’re actually trying to find someone it can be a little difficult.  Make my way from victory lane, still soaked from Tony’s champagne spray and sign autographs along the way as I head towards the little banquet hall outside the track.  Someone said they thought they saw Jimmie heading this way so I figured I’d take a chance because I’m sure this would be a one shot deal. 

See that everything seems to be a little darker out here and I can hear everyone starting to take off.  It’s been a long night and I know most of us will be flying out of here as soon as possible.  I’m heading back with Kev later but I know he’s gonna be hanging out with Tony and gloating over his “most improved driver” award for awhile yet.  So I should have plenty of time, if I end up needing any.  Wander over to the building that we all hung out in when we arrived and that’s when I catch a glimpse of someone slipping inside.  Tall, jeans and a polo, longish hair curling from under his hat, shit, that had to be Johnson.  Could I possibly be that lucky?

Pick up my pace, not wanting to get sidetracked and it’s only when my hand reaches the door handle that I remember who sent me this direction.  Jeff is the one who told me where to find him.  Surely he wasn’t….  Shake my head and open the door.  Naaaaah, he wouldn’t.  That’s insane.

Head inside and I’m surprised to see it’s darker than I expected.  There’s a light on to the far side of the hall and some light coming in through the windows, but besides that it’s pretty dark.  Walk a little further inside and look around for him, really unsure of why he would have come here.  Could he have forgotten something from earlier?  Somehow I could see Johnson doing that.  Hear a movement to the right and turn that direction when I hear a voice.

“Jeff?” 

A hand brushes my arm and I smile when see him, shaking my head.  “Nope.  Wrong car owner.”  See the surprise on his face and that he’s ditched his hat somewhere as I look him over.  Hear my name on his lips and take a step back towards the wall and lean against it, eyes on him the whole time as I try to do something I’ve seen Harvick perfect a hundred times.  Make someone feel undressed with only my eyes, and as he shifts back and forth on his feet I think I might have pulled it off.  “So, how didja like your first dirt race, Johnson?  Enjoy the ride?”  He hesitates a moment, looking around and that’s when I realize his being here wasn’t by chance. 

“Yeah, I mean the race was awesome.  Nice to have the whole ‘boy’s night out’ like this to play around.  Thanks for the car, Clint.  I hope I didn’t bang it up too much.”  His words fill in the final piece and I swear I don’t believe this.  Gordon fuckin’ set this up.  He set us both up and I don’t have a clue why.  But if Jimmie was looking to “play around,” I think I can oblige.

“Nah, you did good tonight.  Better than I expected, even.”  Cross my arms and look him over again.  “So, you do realize that this wasn’t a free ride, right Johnson?”  See him react, exactly as I expected him to because I’ve never asked for anything when he wanted to borrow a car.  And until now, I really didn’t expect a thing.  But maybe…this might not be a one-sided deal after all.

“Oh, um, sure.  I’ll pay your crew, or for the car.  Whatever you want, Clint.  Happy to do it.”  See him look around and I wonder when he’s going to figure out that Gordon isn’t coming and that it’s just us for the night.  No time better than the present I guess.

“You can put you checkbook away, Johnson.  It’s not your money I’m interested in.”  Easily read the confusion on his face even in the dim surroundings and grin a little more.  “What I’d really like is for you to show this Kansas boy exactly how you repay a car owner…if you catch my meaning.”

Catch his frown, see him look around and I wonder if he’s looking for Gordon to come rescue.  Maybe all those rumors I heard about them were right.  Maybe there really is still something going on between those two.  He fidgets slightly before answering me, his finger running along his collar.  “Actually, Clint, I was…planning on…meeting someone here.  Maybe we could…talk later?”

Take a step closer and reach forward to catch my finger in the belt loop on his left side and tug him closer.  Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?  Shoot him my best smirk and lower my voice as I lean right in his face.  “Who do you think sent me over here, Johnson?”  Feel him waver and I tug him towards me again.  “C’mon Jimmie.  I thought you came here to get a little dirty.  What better way than to have a little fun than to let a real dirt driver show you the ropes?”

Honestly I can’t believe the words are coming out of my mouth, even when I’m saying them.  I’m never usually this bold and I don’t normally hit on other drivers.  But this whole night is so much about having fun for all of us…why not take the chance?  Heck, the worst he can do is say no and then we can pretend this whole conversation never happened. 

“Alright.” 

Blink when I hear his answer and it takes me a moment to process it.  Is he really going for this?  I mean, I was hoping, but I really didn’t think--

“You weren’t just talking shit, were you Bowyer?  Because to be honest, if you want to play car owner, you have a hell of a lot to live up to.”  Holy hell he is serious.  And I’ll be damned if he doesn’t see that I’m a man of my word.  He wants to get dirty?  I’ll get him dirty.

“Well it’s a damn good thing I have youth on my side then, innit?”  Grin at him for an instant and then reach around him to thread my fingers through his hair and pull him into a hard kiss, not holding back a damn thing.  He wants to see the way we do things in the country, I’m more than happy to show him.  I may not be as “refined” as he’s used to, but I’ll make damn sure he’s not disappointed.

Feel him hesitate, but only for an instant.  A moment later he’s yielding into my touch but somehow something feels a little off.  Of course, that could be because I turned the tables on him.  Still I think I expected a little bit more from the Champion.  Slide my hands down his lean body and he gives in, too easily and that’s when it hits me.  He is just giving in and…that’s not what I want. Maybe that’s how Jeff likes things to go but I’ve always liked a little more of a challenge.  An easy, pliant screw is not what I’m looking for after a heart pumping dirt race.  Where the hell is his fire?

Push him back and see his kiss swollen lips in the dim light and the way he pants softly…and I need a whole helluva lot more than that if this is gonna happen.  Hands on his arms I give him a slight push back and raise my eyebrows at him.  “Is that all you got, Johnson?  Seriously?  And here I thought the Champ would have a little bit more to him.”  Push him in the chest again with my fingers.  “You always roll over to be fucked without a fight?  Or can you not keep up with someone younger than you?”

His eyes narrow and his mouth forms a hard line and I swear I see the wheels turning in his head.  C’mon Champ.  Show me what you got.  Gimmie somethin’ or I think I’m gonna be off to find Harvick a little early.  Hell, trading barbs with him and Tony would be better than this.

He wipes the back of his mouth with his hand and then stands a little straighter, but it makes no difference.  He can’t look down on me.  I wonder how often he has to look someone eye to eye.  I reckon it’s not too often.  Could that be why he’s so hesitant?

“I can keep up fine, Bowyer,” he snaps and gives me a push back.  I rock back on my feet but don’t let him force me any further than that.  Shoot him my best mocking grin, one that would even make Harvick proud, and cross my arms.

“Oh, really?  Is that why kissing you is like kissing a fish?  I swear I’ve kissed better--” but I never get to finish my sentence because he lays one on me in a damn good way.  Stagger backwards when he advances on me and thread my fingers through his hair as he backs me into the wall by the door.  Kiss him back, just as hungrily and finally he’s showing a little promise.  Feel him grind against me and growl low at his ear, “How long has it been since you really let go, Johnson?  How long since you got hot and dirty with someone and damn all the consequences.  Let it hang out, like you did on track when you hit everythin’ but the pace car.”

Hear him groan low and I swear it sends heat spreading through me like wind whipping ‘cross the Kansas plains.  Pull him tight against me and run my hands over his body down his back to grip his ass tightly.  Kiss down the column of his neck and slip my hands under his shirt to scratch across taut muscles that twitch and jump at my touch.  That’s right Jimmie, let me show you how much fun you can really have when you let go.

“Fuck, Clint, you better not be talking shit.”  Jump, my eyes going wide when he slides his hand lower to grip me through my jeans and I can’t hold back a low moan when he squeezes my hard-on tight.  “You better be willing to put your cock where your mouth is.”

Chuckle low at his words until he squeezes me tight again and I suddenly realize he wants a lot more than just screwing around, and I’m not exactly prepared.  It’s not like I was expecting to be mauling a fellow dirt racer tonight.  Especially not Jimmie!  But with the way he’s rubbing me and kissing my neck he may end up getting more than he bargained for.  Hiss low as I feel his nails through denim, “Fuuuuck Johnson, I hope you like it raw cuz ain’t no way I’m leavin’ now.”

Low chuckle at my ear and then he’s taken my hand and shoved it into the front pocket of his jeans.  What the--?  And that’s when I feel the small tube and wrap my hand around it, pulling it from his pocket.  “You think I’d meet my car owner unprepared?”  Groan when he grinds me against the wall.  “If I know one thing it’s always come prepared.”

“Who knew you were such a boy scout?”  Hands on his chest I push him back a step and now it’s my turn to advance on him.  “Let me show you exactly where I’m willin’ to put my cock.”  Kiss him hard again and start tearing at the front of his shirt to get it untucked.  Then I start in on his jeans, unfastening his belt and ripping them open to shove my hand inside.  Aw hell yeah, he’s wantin’ this just as much as I am.  This is exactly what I was looking for.

“Clint…shiiiit,” he moans and I keep backing him up into the main room as I take his cock in my hand and stroke him.  I know we ain’t got all day and I can’t think of a reason to take my time.  This is a one shot deal and I’m more than ready to take advantage of it before I lose my chance.  Finally get him pressed up against the low wall dividing the room and attack his neck as I shove his jeans down. 

“You know, Johnson, you banged my car up pretty good.”  Suck at his neck as I push his boxers down to meet his jeans around his ankles before taking him in my hand again.  “You realize the object is to pass the cars, not run over them.”

“You giving me pointers now, Bowyer?  Maybe I aughta go find one of my silver troph--

“Ohhhhhhhh no.”  Pull back and lock eyes with him as I go completely still.  “You’re on my turf tonight, Johnson.  Your cups don’t mean a damn thing out here.”  Grin as I tighten my hand around him and I can feel his throbbing pulse.  “This is real racin’.”  Lower my voice and then lean forward to speak against his ear.  “No crew chiefs, no radios, no mirrors, just balls to the walls hard as you can go for as long as you can hold the line.”  Suck at his earlobe as I press against him enough to bend him backward.  “Sound like somethin’ you wanna get a handle on?”

Jump when he grips me by my belt loops and tugs me hard against him.  “I hope you fuck half as good as you talk country boy because it’d be a shame to miss out on such a pretty picture.”  Hiss when he unfastens my jeans and, shit, he’s not playing around.  “I’ll show you exactly what I’ve got a handle on.”  Groan as he slides his hand over me and then even more when his next move is to drop to his knees and suck me into his hot mouth.  Hot damn, I wasn’t expecting this.  Jimmie on his knees for me?  Holy hell….I think I need to get in the car owner business.

Reach out and grip the low wall in front of me as he bobs his head over me and there’s no question he’s a champion at more than just racing.  Jesus Christ has he got a mouth on him.  Shudder hard when he takes me deeper than I ever expected and before I know it I’m panting and shaking with need.  Slide a hand though his hair and jump when he bats it away, all without breaking his rhythm.  At first I think he doesn’t want to be touch until he takes my hand and moves it to the back of his neck.  Oh, I get it, don’t touch the hair.  Choke back a laugh when his teeth graze over me and, “Holy shit, Johnson, you wanna make this a one act show or what?”

Feel him chuckle around me and I tug at the back of his neck until he’s sliding up my body.  Wrap my arms tight around him and run them over his ass, pulling him tight so our cocks grind against each other and then kiss his lips hard.  Hear him groan low against my mouth and I swallow it all along with the taste still lingering on his tongue.  Somehow the taste of me on someone else’s lips always makes me hot as hell and that fact that it’s Jimmie who’s so willingly sucking my cock doesn’t hurt either.

“I’m gonna own every cubic inch of that pale ass of yours, Johnson,” I growl against his ear and then spin him around before he has a chance to think of a reply.  Reach around to fist my hand over him and stroke him quickly until he’s every bit as achingly hard as I am while I maul his neck with kisses and try to keep him off balance.  There’s nothing better than wild hot post race sex and I can’t wait another second.  Finally release him, his low groan music to my ears, and open the tube he gave me, slathering the cool, sticky gel over my hand and smear it over my hard length literally throbbing with need.  There’s nothing I want more than to slam into him right now but honestly I want to enjoy the view for a minute more.  Toss the tube and push him over the low wall with one hand as I move a little to the side and then ram two fingers right up his ass.

Grin when he cries out and arches his back, hands gripping the wall tight and good lord is it a pretty sight.  I’ll give him this, being fucked really does look good on him.  Pity I can’t watch him the whole time.  Continue to stand a little to the side as I thrust my fingers into him deeply again and watch the play of ecstasy on his face as I curl my fingers against his prostate.  Deep brown eyes go wide and he licks his lips before crying out low again.  He really is a world of surprises, I had no idea mussed hair and day old scruff would suit him so well and I can’t stop the words.  “Gotta say Jimmie, dirty looks damn good on you.”

His eyes shoot over to lock on mine and I can tell he was completely lost in the moment and wasn’t even thinking about who he was with.  And I want to give him that sweet freedom right back.  Pull my fingers from him and before he can react I move behind him, grip his hips and finally slide home.  He lets out a full on scream in response and damn I really never pegged him for a screamer.  Wonder how Gordon keeps him quiet…or does he?

My mind floods with possibilities until he clamps down around me and all thought leaves my mind but the hot, tightness that is his perfect ass.  Slide my hands over the smooth cheeks and then move them back to his hips as I pound him against the wall.  Bend him over it some more until I can really get a good view of him and unleash it all, slamming into him over and over until fire seems to burn through my veins.  It’s been too long, too long since I’ve had this kind of total release and there’s no way I can keep holdin’ on.  Cry out loudly, so lost in the moment I don’t even care if anyone hears.  He’s mine for the night and no one’s taking that away.

Feel his body, so lean and hard and tense under my hands as I slump over him but he’s not gonna have to wait long.  If there’s one thing I love more than tasting myself on someone else it’s tasting them while my body is still trembling with release.  Pull from him and turn him again, pushing him back against the wall and drop to my knees, taking him into my mouth in one motion.  Suck him hard, bobbing my head and in a few moments I’m rewarded with the sweet taste of him, flooding my senses and making me a trembling mess at his feet.  Wrap my arms behind his knees and rest my head against his hip as I try to regain my senses.

Feel a tender hand run over my hair and I can’t help but lean into it.  It’s been even longer since I’ve felt a soft hand and my mind briefly turns to my past before I push it away and stay in the present.  Damn, I had no idea he would be so…good.

Lean against him another few moments and then reluctantly force myself back.  We need to get out of here and I know it.  There are planes and people waiting. I’m actually surprised Harvick or Tony or even Gordon haven’t come looking for us yet.  Reach down to tug up Jimmie’s boxers and jeans before pulling up my own as I stand to be surprised with an unexpectedly sweet kiss.  Feel his hands on either side of my face and come face to face with the deepest brown eyes I’ve ever seen.

“I’ll drive for you anytime, Clint.  Anytime.”  Smile curls over my lips at his words and I return the kiss, wrapping my arms tightly around him and trying to memorize every single thing about his kiss and the way his body feels against mine.  Who knows, maybe we’ll get another chance for something like this but if not I’m gonna make sure I remember everything I can because it’s not every day you get to have a Champion screaming your name.  Slide my hands up and rub the back of his neck, just like he seemed to want before as my body cools to a blissful, tingly haze.

“Guess I need to help the boys beat out that sheet metal then, make sure she’s plenty ready to race.”  Rest my head on his shoulder for another moment before slowly pulling away.  Somehow I’m feeling like Cinderella about to turn into a pumpkin or something and it’s a strange sensation.  Watch him fasten his jeans and then his belt but this time he doesn’t tuck his shirt in.  Grin and tug at the hem of it and give him a wink.  “Look at you bein’ all sloppy.  What’s happening to your image?”

“I think it got a little dirty,” he tells me with a grin and I can’t help but laugh.  He tugs me a little closer, wrapping his arm over my shoulder and slowly moves towards the door.  “But someone told me it worked for me…so I think I might have to try it a little more often.”

Laugh again and reach up to give his hand a squeeze before we reach the door and the clock strikes “midnight.”  “They were right you know.”  Smirk at him and I can’t help myself.  Reach up and mess his hair up a little more but surprisingly he doesn’t seem to mind.  I guess I really did knock a little of the shine off him tonight.  I just wonder how long it will last.

“I’m getting that,” he murmurs against my lips as he gives me one last kiss and then pushes the door open and we head back into the barely controlled chaos of Eldora.  Run my eyes over him once more and it really is a pity he’s heading back to New York tonight.  It might have been nice to share a plane.  But it’s probably for the best.  The dirt should be left at the track.  But I can’t help but wonder if I’ll ever get the chance to play at being his car owner again.

“So, how was he?”

Practically jump out of my skin when I feel a familiar arm drape over my shoulder, not that I wouldn’t know that teasing voice anywhere.  Shoot a glance over at Kevin before looking to follow Jimmie’s retreating figure as he gets swallowed up by the night and the remaining crowd.  “Better than you’d expect.”  Tilt my head at him and cock an eyebrow.  “How did you know?”

“Gordon has an easy tell,” he replies with that typical Harvick smile and I can’t help but match it.  “I don’t think he took his eyes off the building the whole time you were in there.”  Chuckle when he winks at me and smirks.  “I think he was afraid you were gonna break his favorite toy.”  Watch him lick his lips again before continuing, “So?  Did you?”

Snort and shake my head sharing an easy laugh.  Leave it to Harvick to be all over the kiss ‘n tell.  “No, no I’m tellin’ ya.  Johnson’s got a whole lot more spine than you’d expect.”  Now it’s my turn to smirk and shoot him my best devilish grin.  “You just have to know what buttons to push.” 

“Ohhhhh buttons were involved?  What else?  Toys?  Bondage?  You’re gonna have to tell me all about it now.”  He grins broadly at me and I know he’s teasing, but at the same time I know he’d love a good story and I’m half tempted to give him one.  But he’d know I was lying.  He tends to have a knack for reading straight through the bullshit. 

“No, toys, nothin’ freaky.  Sorry to disappoint you, Harvick.”  But I can see he’s far from disappointed.  He’s got something to tease me with for awhile to come and nothing makes him happier than that.  Who knows, maybe I will share a little.  It might even make him a little jealous and I’m all for that.

“Pity.  Here I always thought Johnson had a kinky streak.”  Laugh when he winks at me again and shake my head at him.  I swear, there really is no one else like him.  He tugs me a little closer before letting his arm drop and we follow the same direction Jimmie went to head out to the planes.  “So, you heading back with me?”

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