Illusions of Pleasure

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Summary: “The pleasure of a dream is a fantasy, if it happens it was never a dream.”

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
CHARACTER: Clint Bowyer/Kevin Harvick, Clint POV. Dale Earnhardt Jr/Kevin Harvick implied
CATEGORY: Smut/Angst
COMPLETED: September 23, 2006
WORD COUNT: 5,787
PROMPT: NASCAR_Fic100 - #26 Teammates.
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: Zippit thank you SO much for the quick beta and title. I so suck with titles!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok, I’ve been sitting here with this fic on my computer for way to long but in honor of Shifty’s win today I HAD to go and dust it off. I hope you all enjoy and don’t hate me too much!
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2: The quote in the summary is ganked from FMA.
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Somewhere Over the US: Saturday Night, June 24, 2006

I really wish Herman was flying with us this weekend.

These last two weeks he’s been a constant source of entertainment with his insane laugh and endless energy. I swear it’s almost like he’s on a constant sugar high…or maybe he’s just insane, I don’t know. But I do know one thing that was good about having him around….

He was distracting. And a distraction would be really good about now.

Yeah, the last two weeks he’s driven us all to tears laughing so hard, or holding on to each other for dear life as he drives like a lunatic in a rented Hyundai at two in the morning. I swear I still can’t believe track security at MIS believed him and let us in without a hard card when he told them he was, “AJ Foyt, four time champ.” Kevin’s right…Kenny really is a nut.

But there will be none of that on this flight. No, he’s still back in Milwaukee probably driving someone else completely crazy and I’m however many miles up in the sky alone with Kevin. I glance over at him sleeping sprawled out on the back seat across from me. He’s got one knee bent, foot up on the short seat, while his other foot is on the floor. His right arm is hanging off the seat, knuckles brushing against the carpet, and his left is thrown across his eyes. The whole image is just so…Kevin…and I find myself suddenly wishing for DeLana and her tiny annoying dog. Anything…anything to distract me. Anything to keep my mind off that day in Richmond when everything seemed to get all complicated and turned on it’s head.

Force myself to turn my head away from him, only a few feet away, and stare out the window into the midnight sky. Darkness, just darkness…I can’t even see any clouds tonight. No, nothing but boring, empty blackness and before I know it my mind starts to drift to the one place I don’t want it to go.

I shift back in the seat, trying in vain to sleep as I lean against the side of the plane. Close my eyes and before I know it it’s a little over two moths ago, testing at Richmond, and it’s way too late to stop my train of thought. The memories start rushing back and once they do I just give in, letting them wash over me and bring the same confusion and internal chaos they always do.

I never expected to walk in on them. Hell, I never dreamed there would be something to walk in on without DeLana there. But I guess that was the issue. She wasn’t there, and apparently he’s normally very careful because I swear she doesn’t have a clue. I shake my head at the thought and try to curl up a little more in the seat, once again trying to shut my mind down. But just as I knew would be the case I can’t and I just sigh softly as I can still hear his voice in my ears.

“God dammit June, would you just fuck me already?”

I remember stopping by his coach and starting to let myself in, something that he’s told me to do dozens of times, when his words stopped me in my tracks. I remember shaking my head at his words, wondering what they were up to when I pushed the door open and began to walk inside. What I saw seems to be burned into my memory forever.

He was sitting in the chair across from the door and to this day I’m thankful he never saw me. But what I saw…. I absently wet my lips as I remember him, head thrown back, firesuit down around his waist as his chest heaved for breath, and NASCAR’s redheaded darling buried between his legs. I could hear the soft wet sounds of Junior moaning around him and for an instant I was completely frozen in place. That’s when I saw him open heavy lidded eyes, a deep shade of jade swirling with flecks of gold and desire I could feel across the coach.

I knew he was close. I could read it on his face, hear it in his moans, see it as he reached down to thread his fingers through red hair…

And I had to get out of there.

I pulled back, closing the door as silently as I’d opened it and heard a barely muffled scream as I backed away. And at the moment, I just wanted to run…from the track, from Richmond, hell even from the state and I wasn’t even sure why. I never expected to see anything like that…not with my teammate and Earnhardt anyway! I couldn’t even look at them the rest of the test and thankfully they just seemed to be too wrapped up in sneaking off every chance they got and didn’t even notice my awkwardness.

It should have ended there.

Why didn’t it end there? Why couldn’t I just accept it or ignore it and just move on? Why couldn’t I laugh it off or be disgusted or mortified or something that would just let me let it go? Anything to keep from imagining what his face must have looked like when he screamed. Anything to stop seeing brilliant green eyes in my dreams completely awash with pleasure and ecstasy. Anything to stop fantasizing about…

Snap my eyes open and I try to push back the dream, push back the twisted confusing feelings churning inside that always leave me painfully hard. Reach down and attempt to adjust myself through too tight denim and stop as I see him sleeping so close to me. Eyes run over the plains of his face, so soft, so relaxed in sleep and I lick my lips. What must he have looked like crying out in passion? Would have his eyes have deepened even more? Would he….

Shake my head and once again trying to stop the fantasy that has begun to consume me so much I don’t even realize I’ve slid out of my seat and am kneeling beside him. Trail my gaze over his face and can’t help but wish he would open those eyes so I could get lost in those swirling green depths, mesmerized by flecks of gold that seem to sparkle every time he smiles.

His smile, why does it almost seem to haunt me now? That trademark grin, the sarcastic smirk and the truly “Happy” smile he gets when he’s not performing for the cameras that I know is the real reason for his nickname. He looks at you that way and you just can’t help but smile. It’s just so…contagious…addicting…and I get so lost in thought I don’t even realize I’m cradling his face in my hand and drawing my thumb across his lower lip. Slide my hand down his scruffy cheek and then--

I gasp as I feel him turn towards my touch, lips smacking softly as he swallows and nuzzles against my hand. I can’t even take a breath as I see a small smile cross his face and I know I’m playing with fire. Brush my thumb across his cheek and my heart is in my throat with fear that he’ll wake up and finally I jerk my hand back. Oh God, what am I doing? What if he--

“Mmmm, June…don’t pull away…” he murmurs sleepily and reaches out blindly. His hand finds my wrist and I freeze, eyes wide as I stare at him. “…you know I love it when you’re all sweeeet…” His eyes finally blink open and I can see the confusion in his sleepy eyes as he lets his hand slip from mine. He frowns slightly and then asks bluntly, “Shifty? What the hell are you doing?”

“I…um…” Look down at my hands as I stammer and try to scramble backwards and onto my feet. But suddenly he’s grabbed my wrist again.

“Shifty…Bowyer, look at me,” he says, tone leaving no room for argument and I slowly raise my eyes to meet hard green eyes. I swallow hard and try to find words, but before I can he’s speaking again. “What were you trying to do?” he asks again and then raises an eyebrow as a grin tugs at the corner of his lips. “You really are trying to prank the wrong guy, Rook.”

My eyes go wide and I shake my head as I finally manage to say, “No, no Kev I wasn’t. I wouldn’t. Believe me, I know better…” I look up at him and continue to stumble over my words as he pins me with intense green eyes. “Really, it was nothing. I wasn’t doing anything.”

I hear him snort as an all too familiar smirk crosses his face and I swear I’m caught. “You really are a shitty liar. Bowyer,” he tells me and I can’t help but drop my eyes.

He thinks I was screwing with him…and that’s probably a good thing. At least now maybe, maybe, I can play this off as a joke and he’ll never be the wiser. I swear right now I wish I could just find some place to run and hide, but he wouldn’t let me…even if we weren’t trapped in his tiny plane. He’s probably going to tease the hell out of me and I might as well accept it. It’s definitely better than the alternative.

I sigh softly to myself and finally grumble at him, “Oh just kick me out of the plane and put me out of my misery why don’t you?” I hear his laugh and know he’s smiling and I can feel a smile of my own tug at my lips knowing how he must look. But as I start to raise my head his next words knock me back with almost a physical force.

“Dramatic much? I really don’t see how the fact you think I’m hot is cause for suicide.”

My head snaps up suddenly as he so casually spills my deepest secret and my eyes go wide in shock. How could he know? How could he have figured it out so easily? Has he known all along? But as I look at him I finally register the look of surprise crossing his face. That’s when I realize…he didn’t know. He was only teasing. And I just blew everything.

“Holy shit,” he say softly as he blinks in surprise and lets his hand slip from my wrist again as he pushes himself to sitting. I look up at him as he runs his fingers through his hair and I know he’s still waking up, but by the look in his eyes he’s starting to remember everything. Watch as his hand runs over his cheek, where I just touched him moments ago and he looks to me in confusion. His fingers come up to brush across his lower lip and the stares at me again. “Clint…were you…”

I shake my head and stumble backwards, falling on my hands and reaching for the seat behind me. “Kev, I didn’t, it didn’t mean…anything,” I say quickly as I try to pull myself up on the seat. But suddenly my hand slips on the smooth leather and I end up falling straight on my ass. I hiss and look up, expecting laughter but instead all I see is a look on his face I don’t recognize--thoughtful? Maybe contemplative?--and I can’t help but wonder if this is a bad thing.

“What didn’t mean anything?” he asks in that straight forward way of his and all I can to his stare at him like a deer caught in headlights. He finally turns all his attention toward me and leans forward to look down at me, forearms on his knees as he licks his lips. “Clint, what the fuck? What were you trying to do? Where is this all coming from?”

“I…nothing, Kev. I wasn’t…” but I trail off as I can feel his eyes boring into me, silently demanding the truth. But what truth do I give him? How can I explain that in these last two months I’ve completely lost my mind and just can’t stop these feelings raging inside me. That I can’t help watching him, wondering what it would be like…

“I saw you and Junior in Richmond.”

The words just leave my mouth without any thought and I watch his eyes widen in surprise. He slides back against the bench seat and brings his hand to cover his mouth, dragging it down over his chin and letting it fall to the seat beside him as he watches me. I swallow hard and bite my lower lip and realize I’d give anything to know what he’s thinking.

His eyes are guarded, face impassive as he finally looks at me and speaks again in a flat emotionless voice. “So…are you going to tell D?”

I feel his eyes boring into me and it actually takes me a moment to realize what he’s asking. He thinks I’m going to betray him. That I’m going to go running to DeLana and spill his secret and to be honest…that hurts a little. Granted it has bothered me, twisting my gut into knots, because I am friends with her. Hell, I respect her more than any woman I’ve ever known except my own mother. But to betray Kevin? That was never an option.

Look up at him and his guarded eyes and slowly shake my head. “No, Kev. I never even considered it.” I watch as he visibly relaxes at my words and finally relax a little too. Maybe in return for my silence he’ll just let this all go and we can go back to being ju-

“So it got you hot, did it? Seeing me and June go at it? What’s wrong, were you wishing it was you?”

I look up in shock at his teasing words, at how he sees through me so completely. But one look into those green eyes sparkling with mischief and the cocky smirk on his lips and I know I shouldn’t be surprised. He’s going to make me pay. He’s never going to let me live this down and knowing him he’ll find the worst possible times to tease me. Unless…maybe….

“Mmmmm, so what if I was?” Dear God what am I doing, I think, as the words leave my mouth. But I know him, and if I can just get him to back off he’ll leave it alone and we can just go back to the way things were. If I can just commit to it and render him speechless for once…

“So what if I wanted to see what you’d look like when he sucked you off?” I say in a low voice-not my own-as I lean forward, my chest almost brushing against his knees. “What are you going to do about it?”

I watch as my words do seem to take him off guard as he blinks in surprise and pulls back from me. Please Kevin, I think, please just let it go. Please just make some sarcastic comment and let us both forget this ever even happened. And for a moment, I think that he might do just that. That the unsure look on his face means he’s willing to back down.

But I forgot one very important thing.

This is Kevin.

And he never backs down.

I see it before he even says a word, the subtle shift from being back on his heels to taking complete and total control of the situation. The way his eyes gleam with unwavering confidence and his lips curl up in a smirk I know all too well and I know all is lost. I’ve sealed my own fate and there’s no going back now. Maybe I should just jump out of the plane because even that has to be a better than the alternative. Especially since I know what he’s capable of.

He leans forward, forearms on his knees again as he moves much too close, and I can feel the heat of his body invading my space. I want to bolt but there’s nowhere to go, so I force myself to hold my ground and his eyes with my own. I swear his smile seems to grow at my silent refusal to back down and the tension between us ratchets up another notch.

“Maaaaaaybe...,” he draws out and I see a flash of white as he runs his tongue across his teeth and I can’t control the dull aching throb between my legs. God, when did his eyes get so green and so damn hypnotizing? Then he continues with what I swear sounds akin to a purr, “Maybe I might just let you find out…”

My mouth literally drops open at his teasing words. He can’t possibly mean what he’s saying. Flashing green eyes bore into shocked blue and I don’t know what to think. I mean, is he…offering? “K-Kevin, you don’t really…”

“Can’t be having unresolved sexual tension messing with team chemistry now can we?” I swear his voice is smooth as silk as he leans closer to me and the thought runs through my head that this must be a dream. He couldn’t possibly….

But then I feel his hand on my shoulder, thumb brushing across my collarbone over the fabric of my t-shirt and my eyes widen more. I look up and meet deepening green eyes swirling with flecks of gold and my breath catches in my throat as he’s suddenly so much closer. As I gaze into his mesmerizing eyes and start to feel like I’m being completely possessed I can’t help but wonder if this is how he looks at him…or her?

“What’s wrong Rook? You’re not getting cold feet are you?”

His words seem to just slide over his lips and I swear I can feel my heart pounding, body throbbing with pent up desire at his nearness. He’s got me so wound up I don’t even realize he’s shifted a sock clad foot between my legs until I feel him lightly brush it against my hard aching need.

“Kev, oh my God,” I gasp as he just smiles more at his teasing and suddenly I can’t take it anymore. He’s right. I do want to watch him. I do want to hear him moan in desire. I do want to cut this sexual tension that’s so thick I feel like it’s crushing my chest and suffocating me slowly.

I look at his teasing, sexy smirk and those devious, mocking green eyes and something in me finally snaps. I don’t care about boundaries, wives or if he’s serious or not. I’m serious and I’m done playing.

Lean forward suddenly--without warning--and press my lips to his, sliding my tongue along his lower lip. I feel him pull back, see his eyes widen in surprise, but before he can say a word I move in again, my hands going to his knees as I lean forward. Press my lips insistently against his again and this time his lips part, granting my hungry tongue entrance and suddenly my senses are assaulted by all things Kevin.

The faint traces of too sweet Coke on his tongue, the slight smell of sweat masked by the stronger scent of soap from his post race shower, and the soft feel of his tongue sliding over mine send me reeling and barely able to think. So I don’t think. I act on instinct alone as I slide my hands up his thighs and move with him as he leans back against the seat. I slide further between his legs, kissing him deeper and tremble as I hear a low moan from deep within his chest.

God, can this really be real? Can I really be doing this? With another man?

With Kevin?

Common sense slowly starts to seep into my lust addled mind and I can’t believe what I’m doing…with my teammate. The one I spend all weekend with, every weekend. The one I’ve signed a contract to be around for years. The one who’s my fucking ride home every week. This isn’t HMS for crying out loud and we aren’t Gordon and Johnson.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Jerk back suddenly but I don’t get far, just end up sitting back on my heels staring up at him from my place on the floor between his legs. I study him closely, half expecting to deck me even as I feel the smallest sliver of pride curl through me as I take in his heavy breathing and slightly dazed eyes. I knocked him back on his heels alright and it’s a view of Kevin I don’t know that I’ve ever seen before.

And I like it.

But just as I knew it would it doesn’t last long and with what seems just a blink of an eye he’s back full force with a controlling intensity I’ve never known in anyone else. His eyes clear and he pins me down with them, swirling jade depths that seem to have captured bits of the sunlight that sparkle as a slow smirk crosses his face. My breath catches as slides his tongue over kiss swollen lips and I’m terrified and excited all at the same time.

“Damn, Shifty…never thought you had it in you,” He tells me in a teasing sultry voice a little lower than his usual tone. I watch him with rapt attention as he leans forward slightly and takes my left hand with his right, shivering as his thumb traces over my palm. The electric touch distracts me so much I don’t even realize what he’s doing until he’s pressing my hand over the rock hard bulge in his jeans. My eyes instantly widen as they snap up to meet his again, but before I can say a word he’s teasing me again, even as his thumb traces lightly along the back of my hand holding it in place.

“So the real question is…now that you’ve got me all hot and bothered…” he purrs and then trails his tongue across his teeth. “What are you gonna do about it?”

I hesitate, completely caught off guard by his boldness and the clearly evident desire beneath my hand, and it doesn’t escape his notice. After only a moment more I feel his hand leave mine, and I look up at him curiously, not expecting him to back down. But then I see the shift in him, the dampening of an internal fire as he says words that make me want to scream in frustration. “It’s ok Rook. Don’t worry about it. You don’t have to--”

“No,” I snap suddenly, inadvertently squeezing my hand over him, and I can feel the hardening throb of need beneath my hand as his eyes widen in surprise. Words come too fast, too uncontrolled. “I need to do this. I want to do this,” I tell him but I can see in his eyes he’s unconvinced. “I want to see you come,” I blurt out suddenly and I gasp in a vain attempt the recall the words. I consider once more choosing suicide over this conversation but instead I go “all in” and throw caution to the wind. “I want to see what he saw.”

For only the second time since I’ve known him, both in what seems like the last few minutes, he seems stunned and at a loss for words. But just like before it only lasts an instant before he’s regaining his composure and easily taking the control from my hands as if I’d offered it up to him as a willing sacrifice.

“So you wanna see what he did, do ya?” he practically purrs at me as he reaches down for my hand again and drags it up to the button of his jeans. Slow grin in his face as his eyes flash with challenge, “Then maybe you should do what he did.”

And suddenly I feel like I’m in a game of truth or dare, each round more dangerous than the last. But I’ve come too far to back down now. Even as my mouth goes dry from the implications, I don’t want this to stop. I’ve been imagining it for too long, been fantasizing about him for too long, and if I turn back now…if I turn back now I’ll never forgive myself.

That’s when I know, as my fingers close around the denim of his jeans and start to work the button, that I never had a choice. No, this has been building since that day in practice when I walked in on them both and set in motion a chain of events that no matter how I fought I couldn’t stop. I’ve wanted this since the moment I walked away and cheated myself out of the image of him…and that imagined image has haunted me every since.

But now I have my chance.

I look up at him, conviction in my eyes, and unfasten his jeans, not even pausing before tugging down the zipper. I register the surprise in his eyes he tries to hide and give him my best confident grin, even though I know he sees right through me. The fact is, even with all my dreams and fantasies, I don’t have the first clue what I’m doing.

But I’m not backing down.

Smile at him a little more and finally tease him back as my hand runs over the thin fabric of his boxers, lightly rubbing the hard length beneath my fingers. “So tell me Kev…what exactly did the great Earnhardt do to make you scream so loud?”

I swear I see something flit across his face as I finally free him from his boxers and slide my hand slowly over the unfamiliar pulsing length. But whatever it was is gone in an instant as the teasing, sarcastic look I know so well spreads over his face. His familiar banter instantly putting me at ease even as he starts to pull my head down to his hard cock. “Not nice to talk with your mouth full, Shifty. Didn’t your mother teach you anything?”

Can’t help but smile to myself as I think about how my mother would probably disown me for this, but after only a moment’s hesitation I let his hand guide me down and lightly flick my tongue over his swollen head. Taste him faintly on my tongue and as I hear a soft moan I turn my eyes up to see him throw his head back against the seat as he raises his hips slightly. Watch as he slowly opens his eyes and I can read the plain desire in the deepening green depths as he makes a soft frustrated sound. “God Rook…you have to be such a damn prick tease?”

I blink as it suddenly hits me both how he’s going easy on me and exactly what I must be doing to him and I push any remaining insecurity out of my mind in the face of his desire. Look down at his quivering length for a moment and drag my tongue over it once before taking the hot flesh into my mouth. Take him down slowly as my tongue traces over him, exploring every inch soft skin as I slowly start to pull back before lowering down on him again.

“Oh god…fuck, Bowyer…yessssss,” he hisses low and I raise my eyes again to watch him as he squirms beneath me. Hear his nails as they scratch across the leather seats and I slowly start to increase my pace as I get more and more comfortable with my actions.

And I don’t tear my eyes from him again.

See his chest heave for breath as he pants with parted lips. Watch as his eyes darken almost to emerald with desire, and I squirm in my uncomfortably tight jeans knowing I’m the cause. Suck harder as I bob my head and shiver when I feel his hand run through my hair, and as it trembles, I know he’s close.

Continue to watch him as he draws closer and closer to the edge and I swear he’s all I can see. I watch as his eyes close again and throws his head back, tongue darting out to wet his lips. Feel his thighs tense under my hands and his fingers curl in my hair and I don’t remember a time I’ve been so turned on. And then I see it, the vision from my fantasies as his eyes snap open and breath briefly catches in his throat. A look of ecstasy passes over him as his face contorts in pleasure and I swear I’m gonna come just from watching him.

“Fuck…Cliiiiiiint,” he cries out moaning deeply and before I know it he’s pulling my hair and tugging me up his body into a hot kiss, and I swear I’ve never been so turned on. I melt against him, body pressing flush against his as I lose myself to the taste and the feel of him. I swear I never want this moment to end.

“Kev…” I whisper against his lips, my own voice so husky I barely even recognize it. “Kevin…” I moan softly again and grind my body against his.

“That’s my name,” I hear his teasing voice and suddenly everything seems even more surreal. I feel like everything is spinning out of control and I can’t focus, even as I cling to him. “Shifty…Rook…” I hear his voice against my ear and I can’t believe this is all real. Press against him even more but then frown as I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my side.

“Bowyer, c’mon,” he says more insistently and the world seems to shift. Blink my eyes and I see him, a blurred image over me and I’m suddenly so confused. Weren’t we… “Damn Clint are you ever gonna wake up? We’re gonna be landing soon,” he prods my and I feel my heart sink in my chest.

It’s not possible. It can’t be a dream. It can’t. But as I shift and hiss at my still too tight jeans I see his mocking green eyes and I know I’m screwed. I can feel his eyes run over me as I squirm in my seat and I pray he doesn’t notice but…I know better.

“Must have been a real good dream you were having there Shifty,” he smirks at me and all I can do is groan. “Need me to leave you alone so you can go jack off?” All I can manage is to rise my hand an flip him off as I roll my eyes and try to will away the desire I still feel coursing through me. “Soooooooo,” he practically purrs at me. “Who was she?”

His words shock me and completely catch me off guard and I can feel the blush on my cheeks. Shit. What am I going to tell him? It’s not like I can tell him I was apparently sitting here dreaming of sucking him off. I look over at him and watch as his expression changes and a cold tendril of fear curls through me. Surely he doesn’t know. Surely I’m not that transparent.

“Ohhhhh was it someone you weren’t supposed to be dreaming about?,” he asks as he leans forward on his seat and his eyes flash mischievously. “Oh you gotta tell me. Who was she? Was she…” he drifts off and my eyes snap back to him to see his expression change again, hardening slightly. I watch as he levels his eyes on me and his voice loses some of the humor from before. “It wasn’t DeLana was it?”

Sit up suddenly and hiss slightly as I feel my zipper press against tender flesh and I can’t believe he can do this to me. Am I going to have to walk around with a raging hardon for the rest of the season? Shake my head quickly at his question and scramble to come up with an excuse. Something. Anything. “No. Hell no.” Look to meet his eyes so he can see the truth in them. “Kev, I’m not after your wife I swear. It was just…just one of those pit lizards from Milwaukee. That’s all,” I tell him and hope to hell he buys it.

He raises an eyebrow at me and tilts his head and I know he’s trying to tell if I’m telling the truth. I feel like my heart is in my chest and I don’t even realize I’m holding my breath until a slow teasing smirk cross his face and he taunts me again. “Damn Shifty, I really thought you had better taste.”

If he only knew.

I look over at his smiling face and suddenly all I can see are emerald eyes and lips parted in desire. All I can hear are his moans echoing in my mind and taste him warm on my lips.

Fuck. I have to get out of here.

Push myself up and scan the small space looking for anywhere, anywhere at all, to escape his eyes I can feel boring into me. I can’t be close to him. Not now. Not when I still can’t get the sound of him calling my name in passion out of my head. Finally my eyes land on the bathroom door and I stumble towards it even as I hear his laughter at my antics.

“Damn Rook, you that hard up?” he laughs again and I can only whimper as I walk stiffly to the door. I hear his chuckle and I swear it sends a shiver of desire down my spine and straight to my groin as I remember the teasing words of my dream. “Don’t worry, I’ll just tell the pilot to circle around a few times so you can go spank the monkey in peace.”

I don’t even try to muster a response as I move into the small cramped space and close the door behind me. Fuck. How could I let this happen? How could it all be a dream? How am I going to get through this flight much less the season, I think as I reach to unfasten constricting denim. Groan softly as I can’t help myself and reach down to take my achingly hard length in my hand. Rest my forehead against the door and start to stroke myself with hard quick strokes as let my eyes close to imagine eyes of green and I can’t help but wonder….

What if it hadn’t been a dream?

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