Pleasure’s Delirium

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Summary: He’s starting to unravel...but does anyone really notice?

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
SEQUEL TO: Illusions of Pleasure
CHARACTER: Clint Bowyer/Kevin Harvick, Dale Earnhardt Jr, Clint POV
PROMPT:Taming the Muse #127 (#102 for me) - Apathy
COMPLETED: December 25, 2008
WORD COUNT: 3,401
DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING and am affiliated with NO ONE mentioned here. Not the drivers, not the teams, no one. This is all fiction and fun. In other words...NOT REAL, NOT REAL, NOT REAL. ;-)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic is a Christmas request written especially for booboolin87. I really have to say I’m so happy you requested this one hun because it’s one I’ve wanted to do for a long time! I hope you enjoy this as much as I did. :D
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Michigan International Speedway - August 19, 2006

He’s driving me insane.  I swear he’s making me batshit crazy and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.  For two damn months he hasn’t let it go and I swear if he gives one more pit lizard my number or an all access pass to my coach I’m gonna kill him…or myself, I’m not really sure.  I’m just glad Junior hasn’t felt like weighing in on all of this because I know Kev told him.  Those two are always thick as thieves and I was afraid I’d have them both on my ass after the “incident” on the plane from Milwaukee.  But after a few strange looks Junior’s been pretty apathetic about the whole thing.  Thank God for small favors.  Kev on the other hand….

I don’t know what’s worse, the fact that he thinks I’m easy enough to get worked up over a damn race whore or that I still can’t get him out of my dreams.  All his seductive comments aren’t helping either.  I swear it’s all I can do not to get worked up when he’s sneaking around with Junior and leaving condoms in my car.  He thinks it’s funny.  I think it’s fucking torture…but it’s better than him knowing the truth.  I don’t think I’d ever live that down. 

Look down the garage and watch him scramble out of his Coast Guard Busch car and I know exactly where he’s off to.  Junior just won for the second time in the last two months and I know he’ll be making a beeline straight for Victory Lane.  That should buy me some peace for a little while because if he’s all wrapped up in Earnhardt he won’t be bothering me.  So why do I feel a little sad watching him take off in the opposite direction from me?

Shake my head and head straight for my Cup hauler.  No one should be in that part of the garage for the rest of the day so I should be able to get some time alone.  Cross through the garages then climb into the familiar black trailer, picking up a Coke and a sandwich as I make my way to the lounge in back.  I know why it’s all eating me up, I just don’t like admitting it, even to myself.  With all the teasing he’s been doing…I’ve missed having my friend.  Not to mention all the extra attention he’s been giving me hasn’t made it as easy to watch him like I used to.  We’re closer in all the wrong ways and I hate it.  I just can’t do anything about it.

Set my Coke and sandwich on the small table in the lounge then head over to the closet to grab a change of clothes.  I always keep a spare set of jeans and a T-shirt in all my haulers.  It’s just always made things easier, especially when I couldn’t afford to have my own motorcoach.  Now I think it’s just become habit. 

Unzip the heavy fabric of my ACDelco colors and shake it off so the top falls and hangs around my waist.  Then I pull off my sweat soaked undershirt and toss it in the corner.  Slip into a Jayhawks T-shirt, since I don’t plan on seeing anymore media today, and kick my shoes off into the corner with my undershirt.  Follow them with my firesuit and NOMEX underwear and then slide into a relatively clean pair of jeans.  I’ll catch a shower later when I head back to my coach but for right now I just want to hang out here and relax.

Drop down onto the cushy leather couch and reach for my soda and sandwich as I put my feet up on the table.  Pity football season hasn’t started yet.  I’d really like to lose myself in a game about now.  Pick up the remote one of the crew guys must’ve left on the couch and start flipping channels trying to find anything to keep my mind off the way Kevin looked with his sweat soaked hair plastered to his face as he got out of his car.  The way his firesuit hangs on him in just the right way that he looks like waking sex as he strolls down pit road.  The way--

Dammit.  I have to stop doing this.  He’s my friend.  That’s all there is.  So what if I know about his and Dale’s secret?  So what if I think he’s got the prettiest green eyes I’ve ever seen and the sexiest smile on the planet?  He’s my teammate, my friend and he’s most definitely not interested in me.  Take a long drink of my ice cold Coke and part of me wishes it was an ice cold beer.  But then that gets me thinking about Budweiser and Junior and all the things they’re probably doing to celebrate his win and I feel my jeans starting to get uncomfortable again.  What is with me?  Why am I no better than a horny teenager in heat when it comes to him?

Finish off my ham and cheese sandwich then swallow down the rest of my Coke.  I probably aught to head back to the motorcoach lot but…what for?  No one’s there waiting on me.  To be honest I’m already nice and comfy here on the couch, I don’t see any reason to go looking for trouble.  Slouch down a little more and stop flipping channels when I see there’s a Yankee game on.  Looks like they’re beating the Red Sox too and it shouldn’t make me smile.  I grew up hating the “damn Yankees.”  I shouldn’t be happy just because Kevin’s team is winning.  But I can’t help it.  I know he’ll be thrilled when he sees the score and that alone is enough to make me smile.  How pathetic am I?

Turn the volume on the game down a little and cross my arms as I let my eyes drift closed.  Maybe I’ll take a little nap right here.  No one should be looking for the Rookie for awhile.  Gotta say that’s one good thing about still being the nobody on the team, no one expects too much from me yet.  Might as well take advantage of it while I can.  Shift into the corner of the couch and start to relax.

Drift off for I don’t know how long until loud banging causes me to nearly fall off the couch.  Watch the thankfully empty Coke bottle roll across the floor from where I kicked it off the table and rub at my eyes as I try to get my bearings.  I’m in…the hauler.  Reach up to cover my mouth as I yawn.  Must’ve fallen asleep.  Glance up when I hear soft cheering and frown, the Yankees are still playing?  Jump when the pounding starts up again and I take a breath to yell for it to stop when the side door of the hauler opens up and sunlight floods in.

Shade my eyes and blink them rapidly to get them to focus then end up sitting up straight when I see who it is.  How--why did he find me?  Don’t they have enough to do without bothering me?  Is harassing the Rookie really the world’s best past time?

“Shiiiiiiifty, I was beginning to wonder if we’d ever find you.”

We?  What is--?  Eyes widen and my heart sinks a little when I see the second figure follow him inside and I still don’t understand this.  Why did he drag Junior in here?  Isn’t it enough he has to give me shit, does he have to parade him around here too?  I know he still doesn’t know I know about them any more than he knows about how I feel about him, but still, do they have to do this now?  “What do you want, Harvick?  Figured you and Junior would have something better to do about now.”

He practically bounces around the table and drops down on the couch beside me, much too close for my comfort.  Squirm a little to scoot away but I’m pinned in by the arm of the couch.  Dammit, sometimes I swear he does this on purpose.  “Maybe I wanted to spend some time with my favorite rookie.  You have a problem with that?”

“Of course not,” I shoot back and attempt again to shift so he’s not pressed against my side but apparently it’s hopeless.  Glance over to see Junior come take his ever present spot at Kev’s side and once again try to sort out why they’re really here.  “Shouldn’t you two be celebrating or something?  Or is beating all us little guys getting old?”

“Funny, I never imagined you as a ‘little guy’ Shifty.”  Squirm a little at the look he’s giving me but try not to make it obvious.  “Besides, what says we aren’t celebrating already?”

“What, what are you talking about, Harvick?”  I swear he’s moved even closer to me and I can hear the rush of blood in my ears as my heart pounds.  What is he doing?  If I didn’t know any better…no, no he doesn’t know anything.  Neither of them do. 

“You know, there’s something you aught to know about June, Shifty.”  This time I know he leans closer and I’m seriously starting to get the feeling like I’m a spider in a web and he’s about to eat me up whole.  I feel my body already reacting to his nearness and I try to will it back because I know it’s gonna cause me nothing but trouble.  But what can I do?

“What-what’s that?”  Wet my lips and either I’ve lost my mind or he was watching me way too close.  What’s gotten into him?  It’s almost like--no, I need to relax.  Deep breath, Clint, deep breath.

“He’s very good at reading people.  Even better than me.”  Kev looks over his shoulder and it’s all I can do not to flinch at the way they look at each other, then it hits me.  What exactly is he trying to say?

“Harvick that’s great and all but--”

“I know.”  He turns back to look at me and now I really do feel like a mouse caught in a trap.  Shit, he can’t, he can’t possibly know.  I’ve been too careful.  I know I have. 

“Kev, really, it was just a dream.  It didn’t mean anything.  I wouldn’t, I mean, I know you don’t look at me like that.  It was just a--”

Oh shit.

Watch as his eyes widen and he pulls back a little, finally giving me breathing room, but right now all the room in the world doesn’t matter.  I’ve fucking outed myself and it’s obvious from the look on his face that wasn’t what he knew!  Oh shit.  Oh hell.  I don’t have a clue what he’s gonna do now.  It’s one thing to tease but to know your friend, your guy friend, has wet dreams about you.  Shit, shit, shit why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut?

“I told you.”

Eyes snap over to Earnhardt and I swear I want to claw the smug look off his face.  How DARE he be the one to tell him.  How dare he pretend to know how I feel.  He doesn’t know anything.  He doesn’t…wait…what the hell is going on?  Look back to Kevin who still seems to be reeling until he feels my eyes on him.  He raises his eyes to mine and I swallow hard when he finally speaks.

“I knew you knew about me and Dale.”  Feel his eyes travel over me and I can’t hold back an involuntary shiver as he’s shaken off his initial shock.  “June thought you might be more than just casually interested.”  He scoots close again and now there’s no way I can control my body’s reaction to him.  “But I didn’t know about the dream.  So, tell me Shifty.  Was I good?”

Breath catches in my throat and when he wets his lips with his tongue I can’t stop the soft moan that escapes mine.  “Kev, I-I…”  Oh what the hell, he already knows anyway.  “Fuck yeah.  Every time.”  Shoot my gaze over to Junior for a moment then lock them back on Kevin as I say more than I know I should.  “But he wasn’t there.”

For a moment, just a moment I swear I see something in his eyes, but when he chuckles softly I know I’ve imagined it.  Fuck.  What the hell was I thinking, that somehow an admission of interest from me would get him to send June packin’?  I swear I’ve lost my ever lovin’ mind.

“Pity.  You definitely would’ve had more fun.  Right, June?”  Eyes go wide when he doesn’t pull away.  Watch as Junior slides closer, his arm wrapping around Kev’s waist as he shoots me a grin.

“No doubt about it.”  Ice blue eyes that look decidedly unicy meet mine and I can’t help from squirming when my jeans get even tighter than before.  What the hell are they doing?  You’d almost think--.  “Kev, weren’t we supposed to be celebrating?”

His words alone would’ve been enough to shock me but Kev’s firm hand on my crotch beats him to it.  Eyes go wide when he squeezes me through the old denim and it shocks me so much my hips come clear up off the couch.  “Oh fuck, Kev, fuck, what-what’re you…doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”  His lips are so close to mine they’re almost touching.  “I’m celebrating…and showing you that real life is a hell of a lot better than a dream.”  He crushes his lips to mine and I’m so fucking shocked it takes me a minute to respond.  But when I do, I go all the way.  This could be my one last chance and there’s no way in hell I’m wasting it. 

Slide my fingers through his hair and kiss him deeper as I tug him close with my other hand.  Curl my fingers in his shirt and only then do I realize they’ve both taken the time to get out of their firesuits.  Works for me.  Kev is always hot in street clothes.  Rock my hips hard against his hand and whimper when he breaks the kiss.

“Easy, Shifty.  Easy.  We got plenty of time.”  Pant hard and tug at his shirt because I feel like I’ve wasted too much time already.  Any moment he could change his mind or Junior could put a stop to it.  No, I don’t want to wait for anything.  He grabs my hands and I grunt in frustration.  But then he locks eyes with me and I shiver at the low sound of his voice.  “Tell me Clint, in your dreams, you ever dream of me fucking you?”  Groan softly and I can’t even manage a response more than nodding my head, but that seems to be enough as his smile only grows more.  “I was really hopin’ you’d say that.”

Whimper soft when he kisses me again because this time he pulls me into his arms and it’s even better than I ever imagined.  His body’s all hard and hot in all the right places and I hardly even know what to do.  Press my body tight against his and kiss him until I can’t breathe then kiss him some more until he pulls back to kiss down my neck.  “C’mere Shifty,” he tells me in a low growly voice and the next thing I know he’s got me on my feet and I’m trying not to lose it when he strokes me through my jeans.

“Kev, god please.  Want this…you…so fuckin’ much.  Please.”  Feel him get my jeans undone and I can’t help but cry out loudly when I feel his hand on my hot flesh.  Buck into his touch and I swear he could bring me off right here and it still would be the best orgasm of my life.  But apparently he’s got more in mind because he squeezes me tight and pulls me against him.

“I’m gonna show you what’s better than your dreams, ok?”  Feel him kiss my neck and I close my eyes, not caring about anything but his hot touch.

“Yeah, yeah, anything, Kev.  Anything you want.”  Feel him turn me and press against my back and my stomach twists with a mixture of anticipation and desire.  Much as I’ve wanted him, much as I’ve dreamed I’ve never really done this before.  Feel his hands on my hips, moving me towards the couch, but then my eyes snap open when I feel hot, wet heat engulf me.  Look down in shock when I see Junior sitting on the couch with his mouth wrapped around my cock giving me some of the best head I’ve ever had.  “Jun-June…what?”

“Shhhh relax, Shifty.”  Feel his breath against my ear as his arms wraps tight around my waist.  He rocks his hips forward, and ohmyfuckinggod, I can feel him pressing against my ass.  “I told you it’d be better with us both.  You believe me now?”  His hot tongue traces down my neck and I moan low when he presses forward, his hard cock filing me up inside more than I ever thought possible.  Rock between them and the combination of Junior’s mouth and Kevin’s cock are enough to drive me out of my mind.  Shit, shit, he was right.  They are better together.

Thread my fingers through Junior’s hair and throw my head back as I close my eyes.  “Shifty,” he purrs against my skin and I shiver at the sound.  I’ve always loved he had a name for me no one else does.  It’s always made me feel special and right now it’s nothing short of perfection.  “Shifty…hey Clint…you here?”

What?  Moan softly and nod as I lean back into his arms.  Of course I’m here.  Where the hell else would I--?  Squint when bright light hits my eyes and get a sickening feeling in my stomach as everything starts to change. 

“Told you he’d be hiding out in here.  He does that sometimes.”

What?

Oh God no.

Catch a glimpse of the figures silhouetted by the sunlight coming through the door and I sit up so quick I end up falling off the couch.  Whimper softly as I’m so fucking hard even the slightest movement has me hissing in pain and I have no idea how I’m going to play this off.  Look up at them, trying to keep my “problem” concealed and end up snapping, “What are you doing here?  Can’t a guy take a nap?”  Hear them chuckle and I can feel my face burning with embarrassment.  Fuck, can’t they just leave?  Why, why does this keep happening to me? 

“See?  I told you he wouldn’t be happy with us wakin’ him up.”

“Oh relax, Earnhardt.  We probably just interrupted one of his ‘good’ dreams.”  Wince at Kev’s words and I know I’m probably not hiding a damn thing so I just end up making myself as comfortable as I can on the floor.  Grab my empty bottle of Coke from the table and play with it to not look so conspicuous when he finally turns his attention to me.  “We wanted to see if you wanted to come hang out with us tonight but if your’e too busy sleeeeepin’.”

Shake my head and push off the floor, turning towards the bathroom in back.  “Sure, sure, I’ll be there.  Plenty of Bud, right?” Back to them I can finally let my face fall as I try to keep my words even.  “Let me just…get woken up.  I’ll come meet you.”  Take a deep breath and look over my shoulder.  “Junior’s coach?”

“You better believe it,” Junior replies with a grin and I feel the throbbing between my legs get even worse when I remember how he looked with those lips wrapped around my cock.  Run my eyes over them both, still in their clinging firesuits that look to be covered in champagne and beer.  Barely stifle a whimper and nod to them both. 

“Get out of here.  Don’t need to wait on me.  I’ll be along soon.”

“You better be Shifty,” Kev replies with a smile that I swear melts me straight through.  “Wouldn’t be a party without my favorite rookie there to tease.”  God, if he only knew.

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