Learning Control

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Summary: All it takes is a little control.

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
CHARACTER: Matt Kenseth, Carl Edwards, Matt POV
PROMPT: Taming the Muse #73 (#48 for me) - Rope
COMPLETED: December 12, 2007
WORD COUNT: 2,514
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 for for Sophie or “broken_reckuiem” for Christmas. This was such an evil request as I’d completely sworn off writing Roush...but I have to admit it was fun. Thanks for getting me to try something new and I hope you like where the ODD Matt muse took me. ;)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic was done by request for Christmas 2007. The premise? Basically, how do Matt and Carl resolve their almost brawl on pit road this season.
AUTHOR'S NOTE2: Thanks to Zippit for the awesome beta on this.
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Waldorf-Astoria, New York City - Post Champion’s Banquet - November 30, 2007

He needs to learn control.

It’s really the only thing holding him back, keeping him a good driver when he could be a great driver.  All he needs is a little control.  Good thing he has a teammate like me to get him in line.

Tighten the ropes binding his wrists behind him and to the chair.  I know he’s going to completely lose control again when he wakes up.  That’s why I found and practiced the perfect knot, a figure eight follow-through, that will only get tighter when he starts to struggle.  It’s all about control.

Stand and move around him to see his chin rests on his bare chest.  He’s still knocked out, but from what I’ve been told the GHB shouldn’t last much longer, not for a guy his size.  Look him over and I think he’s even more built than when he did that magazine cover.  He seems to be so disciplined with his workout regime…or maybe it’s just another way for him to lose control.  Either way he needs to learn to tame that menace inside because picking fights with Stewart and his own teammates on the track isn’t going to win him any championships.  No, championships are won by consistency and control and before this night is over I’m going to make sure he learns at least one of those tenants.

A soft groan pulls me from my thoughts and with a look over at him, and I know it’s time.  Move over to my bag on the floor and pull out a bottle of warming massage oil.  This should start to loosen him up.  Move behind him and then pour some of the oil into my hand.  Set the bottle on the table next to me and methodically massage his neck and shoulders so his body at least will begin to relax.

Glance around the fine New York hotel room and marvel over how easy it was to get him this way.  We all stay in the Waldorf during the banquet ceremony and it made it all so simple.  All I had to do was go by his table towards the end of the banquet to say hi to his mom and congratulate my teammate.  People really should pay more attention to their water glasses, anything less and they are just inviting someone else to step in and take control.  I knew he’d be close to passed out once the banquet was over and I made my way to his room.  I bet he doesn’t even remember letting me in.

Another low groan and his muscles relax under my hands as he tries to look back over his shoulder.  “Matt?  What the hell?” he mumbles in a groggy voice and I can’t help but smile.  He likes to play the “Momma’s boy” in public, pretending he’s Beaver Cleaver and for awhile…it worked for him.  But he shattered all of that when he came close to decking me on pit road.  Stupid idiot.  If he’d just stayed in control he could have continued to maintain his image.  Now he just looks like he’s lost his mind.

“Relax Carl, I’m just here to help you,” I tell him and work the muscles of his neck harder with my thumbs.  Feel him start to relax under my touch again, his head slowly falling forward until he realizes his wrists are bound behind him.

“What the-- Matt, what the hell is going on?” he snaps and tries to jerk his hands free.  But as I planned the rope only grows tighter around his wrists the more he struggles.  “God dammit Matt, let me go!”

“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” I ask him simply and lean over him to slide my hands down his chest.  Feel him go still with shock as I flick my thumbs across his nipples and then pinch them lightly when they start to harden.  I know he wants to fight but his body is having other ideas.  The guy really does have no control.

“What the fuck, Kenseth?  I’m not a damn queer!” he shouts and I lightly drag my nails over his six pack abs as I slowly move around him.  Watch him struggle with his bonds as I pour more oil into my hands and glide them over his tan skin.  He must go to a tanning bed.  Funny, I wouldn’t have thought he had the patience.  Roll his nipples between my fingers again and don’t miss how he starts to squirm in the chair.

“This isn’t about sexuality, Carl.  It’s about control.  I have it.  You need it.  Just look at yourself,” I scold him and reach down between his legs to squeeze his “package.”  Feel him, semi hard through the fancy tuxedo pants, and rub him with my palm.  “See?  No, control whatsoever.  You hate me and you’re still getting hard like a bitch in heat.”

“Fuck you Matt,” he snaps but it ends up sounding more like a groan.  He continues to squirm in the chair but he’s still unable to budge the bindings around his wrists or the ones around his ankles tying him to the chair.  Squeeze and stroke him until the bulge of his cock is easily visible through the soft cotton and then slide both hands up his thighs to unfasten his pants.  He tries to struggle again but in an instant he’s gasping when his cock springs free and hits the cool hotel room air.

“You see?  You’re already so hard you’re ready to burst.”  Slide my oiled hand around his cock and slowly run it up and down as he grudgingly lets out a low moan.  “I could let you come right now Carl, but what would you have learned?  Nothing.  This is why you have to go to Busch to win championships.”

“Fuck you,” he spits out and glares daggers at me.  I know right now he really would beat me unconscious if he could.  But we’re just getting started.

“No, thank you Carl.  I’m married,” I tell him simply and slather more of the warming, cinnamon oil over his quivering cock.  Then I lean over him and blow until he’s groaning again.  Wait until he’s thrown his head back in desire and reach into my bag again to pull out a long, soft feather.  Let’s see exactly how much control Mr. Edwards really has.

Slowly slide the tip of the feather over his chest and tease one nipple until his head snaps up to look at me. His eyes go wide as I caress the side of his face and neck with it, slowly outlining his jaw.  He parts is lips to speak until I begin trailing the feather downward and his body trembles in anticipation even as he tries to bore holes into me with his eyes.  Slide the feather lower and hear him gasp as I trace his inner thighs and slowly draw closer and closer to his obvious aching need.  Slip the feather between his legs and tickle it over his balls causing him to growl low.

“What the hell, Matt?  Are you gonna be a man or just tease me all night?”  Smile slowly and shake my head.  He has no patience at all.  First he couldn’t stand me touching him.  Now he’s practically begging me to make him come.

“What happened, Carl?  I thought you weren’t a ‘queer?’” I mock him and chuckle at the look of rage on his face.  He’s not, I know.  This is all a product of no control.  Tease his cock with the feather before he can answer and end up eliciting a long stream of moans instead of the curse words I know are on his lips.  I guess that means it’s time for something new.

Drop the feather to the floor and the sound of his panting fills the room as I dig through my bag again.  Pull out a long length of spun silk and wonder if he’ll fair any differently with its delicate touch.  Toss the end of it behind him and slowly draw the smooth silk over his shoulder and across his throat.  He tries to turn away and the muscles of his neck bulge from gritting his teeth, but still he shivers in desire.  Trail the airy fabric over his chest and soon have him gasping again as I draw it over his abs.

“I hate you,” he grinds out and I really don’t care.  He doesn’t have to like me to learn a lesson.  He just needs to know that flying off the handle isn’t the way we do things at Roush.  It’s why Kurt’s gone.  To be honest, if anything, I’m trying to save his job.

“I’m not looking for your devotion, Carl,” I reply and slide the silk over his cock.  Watch him jerk at the bonds again but it doesn’t matter.  They still hold firm.  Wrap the silk around him and slowly slide it up and down until he’s completely lost for words again.  Another instant and he’s rocking his hips into my touch and I can tell he’s getting close.  Take both ends of the silk in my hands and start to slide it side to side and up and down as if I’m trying to “polish” his cock and he starts to groan deeper as he throws his head back.  Speed my actions until his body begins to stiffen and his jaw tightens again.  Keep it up until he’s right at the edge and then quickly use the scarf to cut him off, twisting tight at the base of his cock at just the right second.

“MotherfuckersonofabitchcheeseheadBASTARD!!” he screams and glares daggers at me.  Hold the silk tight, wrapping it around my hand, as he to struggles violently, rocking the chair back and forth.  But it only takes a minute or so before he realizes that it’s useless as the knots hold firm.

Wait for him to calm down and then loosen the binding around his swollen cock and admonish him, “I told you, Carl.  This is about control.  Now we can play this game all night long if we have to or you can attempt to learn something.” 

I expect him to fight again, to cuss me out or spit at me.  But then he surprises me by nodding slowly even as he continues to glare.  “Fine.  I’ll play.  Tell me what you want me to do.”

There is hope for him yet.

“The world is no different than the out of control feeling the feather or the silk evokes inside you.  A real Champion can harness the feeling until he is the one in control.  That’s what I want you to do now,” I tell him as I unwind the silk and pick up the oil again.  Pour it over his cock and slide my hand over him as I go to my knees.  “Don’t let anything control you Carl, even your own emotions.”

Lower my head and this is exactly why I bought the cinnamon flavored oil.  Lean forward and slowly tease the base of his cock with my tongue before slowly dragging it upward, concentrating on the sweet cinnamon taste.  Control Matt.  Control.  Don’t let your feelings rule.  Slide my tongue side to side and tilt my head so I can bathe his entire length with my lips and tongue.  Focus, focus, don’t stop now.  I’m in control.  I can do this because I have the power.  Part my lips and distantly hear him groan as I finally suck just his thick head past my lips.  Lash at it with my tongue and focus on the sweet flavor and not the bitter after taste. I can control this.

Feel him shake under my touch and turn my eyes up to look at him.  His back is ramrod straight and he hasn’t made another sound.  He hasn’t even rocked into my touch.  Suck a little harder and graze him with my teeth, the distraction of watching him making me bolder.  He flinches slightly at my touch but still manages to hold on…but I know he won’t be able to last much longer.  Not since I’m sure this is all new to him.  He’s learning.

Pull back and immediately take him in my slick hand, not missing a beat, and look up at him.  “That’s it Carl.  Now, harness all that emotion and use it for what you want.  Use it to come because you want to, not because you have to,” I tell him and stroke him harder, faster.  See his eyes widen at my words and it’s only an instant before he’s moaning out his release and spasming in my hand.  I knew he could do it.  I just didn’t expect him to learn so fast.

Wipe my hand on the silk scarf before dropping it back to the floor and push myself to my feet.  His chin is resting on his chest again and his eyes are closed as he pants and gasps for breath.  But I know he won’t stay this way for long.  I need to get moving.  Grab my bag from the floor and sling it over my shoulder as I reach inside and pull out my DeWALT utility knife.  Move around him and cut his wrists free as I tell him, “Remember what you learned tonight.  Maybe it’ll save your career.”

Move back quickly as soon as his hands are free.  Dodge him as he lunges at me and make for the door.  As I expected he forgot that his ankles were still tied to the chair and ends up falling flat on his face with a heavy thud.  Don’t waste any more time and slip out of the room and down the hall.  I have someplace else I need to be.

Katie will be waiting for me, just like I asked her to when I told her I needed to have a talk with Carl.  I need to see her.  I need her to help me stay in control.  I need her to help me remember who I am.  Lick my lips and I’m thankful because I know she won’t question the lingering taste on them.  She loves me and knows I love her more than anything, even if I’m not always able to really express it.  But this had to be done, and even though I know she doesn’t know the details she still trusts me completely.  I told her I needed to help Carl and she’ll let me just leave it at that.  Now I’m going to spend the rest of the night thanking her.

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