Lucky

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Summary: Kevin had to get out of the car at the Bristol race early and now he’s in need of some serious TLC.

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
CHARACTER: Kevin Harvick/Dale Earnhardt Jr.
CATEGORY: Romance/Smut/Slight Angst
COMPLETED: September 6, 2004
WORD COUNT: 4,890
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 fic is all for Carrie!! I hope this is what you were hoping for hon. This thing totally seemed to get a mind of it’s own!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok so it’s not my “normal” pairing, but I really love these guys too!! This is just a little TLC for poor sweet Kevin after he had to get out of the car at Bristol. Now he’s dropped out of the top 10 in points with one race to go and it’s just killing me. So here’s to lots of smutty goodness for both of the boys.
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Post Race - Sharpie 500 Bristol - August 27, 2004

“Would you stop sitting there pouting and just go? I know you want to.”

My head snaps up from my place on the couch to look at my wife who’s giving me an annoyed look. I’m tired. I’m exhausted, and I really don’t feel like getting into it with her tonight. What is she talking about anyway?

“I know he won the race, I know you want to go see him, so just go.”

She couldn’t possibly know. She couldn’t. I mean, I know that she knows we’re close friends, and that we like to spend time together, but she can’t really understand that tonight I would love nothing more than to be there waiting for him. That I would love for him to take care of me the way I took care of him after he got hurt.

I shouldn’t even be thinking this. I’m married, happily married. I love her more than anything. I wouldn’t trade her for the world, but there’s something about him. There’s something between him and me no one could possibly understand. I’m not even sure I do. I’m not even sure I want to. But, how do I leave her to be with him?

“Go on Kevin, it’s ok.”

I look over at her expecting to see her pissed and angry. I wouldn’t really blame her if she was. But that’s not what I see. I see concern and love and…understanding? It couldn’t be. I know she doesn’t really know, but could she possibly understand? I look at her another moment and say, “DeLana…”

“It’s ok Kevin. I’ll be here when you get back.”

I don’t think I’ve ever loved her more. I slowly push myself up off the couch, I’m still weak even after all the fluids they pumped into me, and slowly make my way over to her. I lean down and softly kiss her lips and whisper to her, “Do you know how much I love you?”

“Of course I do you, now get out of here before I change my mind,” she tells me with a half smile. I slowly stand and she stands with me letting me lean on her for a moment. “Do you need help?” she asks her voice full of concern.

“No, I’ll be fine,” I tell her and force myself to stand on my own.

She walks with me to the door and watches me as I step outside. I turn back and look at her again still surprised she’s all but tossing me out. I feel like I should say something, but I don’t know what. Instead she just gives me a little shove and closes the door.

I stand there for a minute looking at the closed door before I turn and start making my way to his. I’d like to say I’m surprised that she sent me to him, but when I think about it I’m really not. Oh, she’s gotten annoyed at me before for hanging with Junior, but anytime I really needed to see him she’s always let me go. I don’t know what she thinks we…I really don’t need to go there right now I think as his door finally comes into view.

As I step up to the door I realize all the lights are off. He must still be partying with his crew celebrating his win. Hopefully he won’t be too much longer. I check the door and am happy to see it’s unlocked. He really shouldn’t be so trusting I think as I step inside. I look around the empty room and realize again how exhausted I am. I walk over to his couch and drop down onto it. I lean back making myself comfortable and decide that maybe I’ll just rest my eyes for a bit before he gets here. That’s the last thing that runs through my mind before I fall fast asleep.

*****

I walk quickly back to the motorcoach area and head straight to his. The interviews and celebrations went on a little longer than I expected, and I still haven’t gotten a “real” answer as to why he got out of the car tonight. All they told me was something about his arm. I can’t imagine what could have happened to get him out of the car this close to the Chase. Now I need to see for myself that he’s ok.

I finally spot his coach and walk straight to it. I immediately knock on the door not even noticing that all the lights are out. I wait a minute or two and when I get no answer I knock again. I’m not leaving until I know that he’s alright. He was there for me the entire time I was going through the mess with my burns, and I’m going to make sure I’m here for him for whatever happened tonight.

Finally I see the door open and I feel a little relief, until I realize it’s not him. It’s her. And I never feel like I know what to say to her. Kevin is always teasing me for acting like a dork in front of her, but what can I say? I mean surely she doesn’t know the extent of our relationship, but what if she did? So here I am again at a lost for words as usual.

“Junior, why are you here?”

I look up and finally focus on her and realize she’s dressed for bed. From the looks of it she was already in bed. Oh crap. I woke her up. This can’t go well.

“Umm, yeah, I was here to see Kevin…”

“Do you even realize how late it is?” she asks me as she rubs her eyes. She’s obviously very annoyed at me, and I know I should leave. But, I just can’t.

“Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. But interviews and everything just ended up taking awhile and…”

“Yeah, I know Junior, I remember. He did win the Brickyard,” she snaps at me. “So why are you here again?”

I watch as she yawns and leans against the door frame with her other hand holding the door open. Why isn’t she letting me in? Is he already asleep, or is she trying to keep me from him? Ok maybe I’m just being paranoid now.

“Kevin,” I tell her again. “I’m here to see Kevin.”

“He’s not here,” she says bluntly and I’m instantly concerned. Did they have to take him somewhere? I though it was nothing serious. “He left here about an hour ago to find you. He’s probably waiting for you at your coach.”

What? He’s waiting for me? He left her to wait for me? I can’t believe it, and I can’t help the smile I know crosses my face.

“Is there anything else, Junior, or can I go back to bed?”

I look and see her giving me that same annoyed look I always seem to get from her. I just never seem to do anything right around her. “Uhh no, that’s it. Sorry I woke you up. I’ll leave now,” I say and turn to walk off. But, her soft words behind me stop me in my tracks.

“Take care of him, Junior.”

I slowly turn around and am surprised by what I see. Gone is that irritated look I’m used to seeing. Instead it’s replaced by a look full of concern. She’s not messing with me now and I know it. I just wish I knew exactly what she was thinking. But, I just meet her eyes with mine and tell her as seriously as I can, “I will, DeLana.”

She nods to me at my words and turns inside to shut the door. I stand there for a moment watching the door close and the light go off inside as she makes her way back to bed. I’m not really sure what to make of what just happened. I stand there still stunned for another minute before I remember what she said. He’s waiting for me. He’s waiting for me and I’m standing here like an idiot.

I immediately turn and start walking quickly to my coach. No need in wasting anymore more time. It just takes a few minutes before I’m climbing inside. As I step in I look around and start to call out him name. But then I keep my mouth shut as I finally spot him laying on my couch. He’s totally crashed out, and I really shouldn’t wake him.

I sigh and walk into my empty kitchen over to the refrigerator. I reach inside and grab a cold Bud opening it and knocking half of it back at once. I guess I can still keep up my buzz since it looks like I’m not going to have anything else to do tonight. I should have gotten away from the crew sooner, but it’s been so long since we’ve had a good weekend. I couldn’t bail on them.

I sigh again as I finish off my beer and grab another. Sometimes it really is nice to be sponsored by Budweiser. I shake my head and go back into the living room to check on him. I walk over to him and see that he’s still asleep. He looks totally exhausted and I can’t help but brush some of his hair from his forehead. Then I turn to go back in the kitchen and proceed to get totally lit. I make it halfway to the kitchen door when I hear him behind me, “So, were you just planning on letting me sleep all night or what?”

I turn around to see his smiling green eyes and I can’t help but grin back. “Well you were the one who came over and started drooling on my couch. How was I supposed to know it was my job to wake you up, huh?” I say as I walk over to the end of the couch and sit down. He immediately puts his sock covered feet in my lap and just grins.

“I don’t drool. But even if I did it wouldn’t be as bad as your snoring,” he says with that trademark grin of his.

“Aight, Happy, don’t make me bring up Talladega,” I reply and watch as he just makes a face at me then tries to kick me. Instead I just grab his foot and give him a look that says “what now?”

Then he just sighs and says, “Fine, Junebug, you win. I’m too tired anyway.”

As he says this I see the exhaustion all over his face and I involuntarily start rubbing his foot that’s still in my hand. “So, what happened tonight Kev? I couldn’t get a straight answer from anybody. All they told me was you had to get out of the car and that it had something to do with your arm.”

“Ugh, it was that long green flag run I guess,” he replies to me. “The seat was pinching a nerve or something in my left arm and it totally went to sleep on me. Who would have thought 300 green flag laps at Bristol!” I watch as he leans his head back down on the couch and closes his eyes and I know exactly what he’s talking about. My arms and back are still killing me. I don’t even want to think about trying to drive the car with one arm. No wonder he got out of the car.

“So,” he continues, “they tracked down Petty and he got in the car for me. Good thing he was around I guess, it’s still gonna hurt in the points though. Then they tell me I’m dehydrated and…”

“Pump you full of fluids,” I finish for him. He just opens his eyes and grins at me again. That always seems to be the remedy for about everything according to the track docs. Drink more fluids. As if Gatorade is the cure for everything. I can’t help but tease him though, “That’s what you get for trying to drive every lap this weekend. I guess you’re just starting to get old, Kev.”

I laugh as he tries to kick me again and I end up catching his other foot instead. He stops struggling after I pin both his legs down and sighs as he says, “First of all, you’re older than me, Earnhardt, so don’t even get started on that. Second, I had to show that kid the truck wasn’t crap, he just wasn’t driving it right. Third, why the heck did you stop rubbing my feet?”

I end up laughing again and pick up right where I left off. “Took you long enough to get here,” he tells me. “What did you guys have to do, drink all the beer Bud sent you before you could get away?”

“Hey,” I reply, “I told DeLana, it’s crazy all the stuff they make you do after races now.” I stop as he’s just staring at me as if I’m crazy.

“DeLana? What did you do, go wake her up?” He’s just looking at me and I know he can read the guilty look on my face.

“Well, uhh, yeah. But, I didn’t know she was asleep. I was looking for you.” He just throws his head back and starts laughing at my response.

“So did she throw anything at you?” he asks still laughing. Ok this is not what I had in mind tonight. I definitely don’t want to be talking about her when there so many other things we can be doing. Apparently he reads my expression and stops laughing. “Aww, come on Pookie, don’t be mad.”

I smile at the teasing note in his voice as well as his use of his nickname for me. I just love it when he calls me that, it always means we’re alone and in for a good time. I run my hands up to his calf and start massaging his lower leg. I look over to him and watch as he gives me a slow grin. Ok, now I know I’ve got his attention. “So,” I ask him, “Just how worn out are you? Are you too old and tired to have any fun?” I tease him again.

This time though he surprises me by not trying to kick me, but by sitting up quickly and grabbing me by my hair and pulling me into a hard and fast kiss. I instantly melt into him and feel all my aches and pains vanish as my blood starts to run hot. But just as I start to reach for him he pulls back laying back on the couch and gives me that same cocky grin of his as he says, “First of all I told you not to call me old, second when are you gonna cut that mop you call hair?”

I all but growl at him in frustration as I reply, “Maybe when you win another race Harvick.” I watch as he makes a pouting face at me and says shaking his head, “That’s just cold Junior, cold.”

I lean forward over him so that I’m right in his face and tell him, “Yeah, but you love me anyway.” Then I claim his lips in a softer kiss this time slowly letting the passion build.

I was really concerned about him tonight. I want him to know it, and I want to take care of him the same way he did me. I run my hand down his chest and underneath his shirt. Then I lightly scratch my nails across his stomach and smile into the kiss as I feel him shiver with desire.

*****

I completely let myself fall into the kiss as he leans forward claiming my lips this time. He’s right. I do love him, and I cherish every moment we get to spend together. I run my fingers through his long curls and I realize they aren’t so bad after all. If anything his long hair gives me more to grab on to, and I can just imagine lots different ways that can come into play. I feel a shiver run through me at the though as he runs his nails across my stomach. Ahhh, I’m so glad to be with him tonight.

I feel myself tremble with desire again as he runs both his hands up my sides pushing up my shirt. Then he finally breaks the kiss and attacks my neck with his lips and tongue. He knows just how to drive me crazy I think as he breaths in my ear and I hear a moan escape my lips. I know I should probably be resting, but at this point I don’t care. There is nothing more I want than to have him all over me. I feel him rub his groin against mine and I can already tell he’s as hot for me as I am for him. So, why is he going on with all the teasing?

“Junior…” I rasp out my voice heavy with desire. He pulls back from my neck and stares down into my eyes. It’s so easy to get lost in his deep blue eyes and I do just that until he finally grins his cocky smile at me and starts kissing a wet trail down my chest. I throw my head back in desire as he continues his teasing and decide to just enjoy it. He’s not usually this patient, and I can’t help but wonder what exactly is going through his mind.

Normally there is barely even time for kissing before one of us is either on our knees or pounding the other into the nearest flat surface. Not that I mind at all, it’s usually all we have time for anyway. The only other time we’ve really ever “taken our time” was after he got hurt and that was mostly about comfort and necessity and because he was in no shape to argue. I wonder if that’s why he’s taking his time, if he’s wanting to take care of me. I feel my heart swell at the thought and can’t believe I can possibly be so lucky.

I look down at him as I feel him unfastening my jeans and catch his slow smile again. He’s definitely enjoying himself if that self satisfied smirk is any indication. I watch as he finally frees my hard erection and licks me up and down like a lollypop and I can’t contain the groan that escapes my lips. I want to grab him by that long hair and finally put an end to this, but I don’t. I let him have his excruciatingly pleasurable fun.

Finally he relents with his teasing and takes me all the way down. The image is so erotic I have to close my eyes to keep from coming right then. I throw my head again as he slowly sucks me and dig my fingers into the couch. He’s still toying with me, bringing me right to the edge then backing off again and again, and I don’t know how much more I can take.

Finally he increases his pace and I think he’s going to have mercy on me when that hot mouth pulls away. It takes me a second to realize he’s not going to continue and I open my eyes which I know must be full of confusion and lust. He’s just sitting back on his heels grinning at me and then crawls off the couch and reaches his hand out to me.

“Wha…” is all I can manage to say to all of this as he takes my hand and gently starts pulling me up.

“Come on Kev, I have something so much better in mind,” he says as I let him help me stand. It’s right then I realize I’m still a little weak and he puts his arm around my waist to steady me.

“I swear this better be worth it, Junior,” I finally growl at him as we make our way down the hall to his bed.

“Don’t worry babe, it is,” he replies still with that same smile on his face. I’m still all but trembling with lust as we reach his bed and I start to climb on. But then he stops me, first removing my shirt and then my pants before he has me lay down backwards on the bed with my feet at the headboard. I just shrug and do as he wants because it’s just not possible to deny him anything when he’s looking at me that way.

I lay back and close my eyes reveling in the feelings running through me as I hear him finish undressing. Then I feel the bed press down as he climbs on and wait to see what it is he has in mind. That’s when I feel his slick hand pumping me back to hardness again. I open my eyes and watch as he lubes me up and I really hope he’s not expecting me to be pounding him into the mattress tonight. Although there is nothing I’d more love to do, there’s just no way I’ll be able to manage it.

“Junior…” I start, wanting to tell him my thoughts, but he just cuts me off.

“Don’t worry Kevin, I’m taking care of you tonight.” I throw my head back at his huskily spoken words and lose myself in the pleasure building again. Then I feel him climbing over me and I open my eyes again and watch in surprise as he’s on his knees over me with one hand behind him holding the metal headboard and the other on my hard cock easing it inside his tight channel.

“Unnnngggghhhh,” is all I manage to say as he lowers himself down on me in a way he’s never done before. He’s leaning back with both hands on the headboard as he uses it for leverage to raise himself up and slam back down on my aching shaft. My mind is going blank with white hot pleasure and I can’t help but cry out between pants, “Damn…when did you…get so…fucking limber?!?”

I see him struggling for words as well when he answers me between grunts of his own, “Desire…has a lot…to do…with it…. Shit.” I throw my head back again and when I do I realize I’ve slid down the bed a bit and my head is hanging off the end giving me the most amazing head rush of my life. I grip the covers with white knuckles as he slams down harder on to me squeezing me as he pulls away and slams down on me again and it’s more than I can take.

Finally I scream “Oh hell, Juuuuuuuuuunnior,” as I can hold back no more and come hard into his willing body. Then I just lay there for a moment trying to catch my breath as I’m still trembling with the pleasure of aftershocks running through my body.

*****

I look down at him and realize he’s all but blacked out from pleasure and I have to grin to myself knowing I’m the cause. But now I realize I have to figure out a way to get myself out of this awkward position. My thighs are screaming at me and I think my calves may have fallen asleep from me sitting on them, not to mention my back does not like being bent back at this angle. I probably shouldn’t have tried this, especially since my burns are still healing, but one look at his pleasure filled face makes it completely worth it.

I use the headboard behind me to try and lift myself up off of him since my legs aren’t giving me much help. I feel pins and needles running through my lower legs and my thighs are still burning from being stretched, but I’m still loving it. I finally manage to extricate myself from him and stretch out my legs and lie down. Even through all this I realize I’m still rock hard, but there’s no way I’m going to push him for more.

I lay back and close my eyes for a second trying to will away my desire, but it’s not working. I can still hear him crying out my name and it just turns me on all the more. That’s when I feel him crawling back up the bed beside me. I feel him turn my head and kiss me long and deep, and I have to hold myself back from pushing him backwards on the bed and pounding the hell out of him. Patience is not one of my virtues and I’ve used up more than I ever thought I had tonight.

Finally he breaks the kiss and pulls back just looking down at me. I think he sees the frustration in my eyes as he just smiles his “Happy Harvick” smile and laughs softly at me. That is just about enough to send me over the edge when he pulls away and lays back down on his back. I look over to him and he pulls me by my arm forcing me to climb back over him. I grin and start to reach for the lube on the table when he stops me and says, “Nope, not what I had in mind Pookie,” and grins at me again.

I look down on him, confusion written all over my face as he takes my arms by the wrists and pulls them up over his head forcing me to crawl forward as he puts my hands on the head board. I look down at his grinning face and watch as he leans forward licking my cock the same way I did to him earlier. I close eyes griping the metal in my hands tightly and moan at the burning passion I feel spreading through me again.

He continues teasing and licking me and I finally look down at him again willing him to see I can’t take much more of this. That’s when he looks me directly in the eyes and says, “You know, the docs did say I needed to keep taking in lots of fluids…”

“Ahhhhhhhh,” is all I can manage as he grips me by my hips and pulls me down into his waiting mouth. Damn I love it when he talks dirty to me. I gently rock my hips forward, not exactly sure how far to go as this seems to be a night for trying new things. But he just grips my hips harder and guides me, letting me find a rhythm as he sucks me. Before long I have lost myself completely to the pleasure of his hot wet mouth and forget all about being gentle. But he keeps pulling me down and it’s almost more than I can take.

Then I feel him running a hand up my inner thigh and I grip the headboard harder. It’s slamming against the wall now, not that I really care. I’ve never been one to screw quietly. I’m right on the edge when I feel him slowly work a finger into my still slick hole and I can’t help myself from screaming, “Shit. Fuck. Yes. Kevin. Shit. Shit. Yes. Fuuuuuuuuuck.”

I fall forward putting all my weight on my arms as I lift my hips pulling myself from his amazingly tallented mouth. Then I slide down bonelessly beside him snuggling up close as I wrap my arm around his waist. “You, k?” I ask softly in his ear and he turns to me giving me a big grin and licking his lips going, “Mmmm hmmm.” I swear he’s even worse than me sometimes.

“Do you have to go?” I ask quietly not sure I want to hear the answer. He pauses for a minute before finally telling me, “No Junior, I can stay tonight.” Relief washes through me at his words and I hold him tighter resting my head on his shoulder. I want to hold on to this moment forever, but sleep is against me and before I know it the day has caught up with me and sleep pulls me under.

*****

“Do you have to go?” he asks me in a small voice no one else would probably even recognize as him. No one else sees him the way I do and sometimes it all but breaks my heart. I think about his question for a moment and remember DeLana telling me before I left “I’ll be here when you get back.” She knew I would want to stay, and she let me know it was alright. How is it possible to love two people so completely?

“No Junior, I can stay tonight,” I tell him softly. I feel him squeeze me tighter before he almost instantly falls asleep. I reach my hand up to run my fingers through his long curly hair and sigh in contentment and wonder yet again, how on earth did I get so lucky?

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