Reeling From Memphis

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Summary: He’s taken a hit in the points...but it’s far from over.

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
CHARACTER: Clint Bowyer/Kevin Harvick, Clint POV
PROMPT: Taming the Muse #118 (#93 for me) - Mortal Coil
COMPLETED: October 25, 2008
WORD COUNT: 3,278
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 takes place after the Memphis Nationwide race where Carl ended up pitting early and ended up putting most of the field laps down, including Clint. Clint lost 80 points to him in the championship chase and he needed to vent. So here you go. ;)
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Atlanta Motor Speedway - Atlanta, GA - October 25th, 2008

I can’t believe it.  I can’t believe the monkey flipping, juiced up mother fucker gained eighty damn points on me.  I was supposed to have the thing locked up.  I was supposed to be focused on the Chase and not the damn Nationwide series.  And I sure as hell wasn’t supposed to get my ass kicked by Dillion’s son.  At least he had the decency not to rub it in my face on the radio, not that he would.  And I’m glad Austin did well.  I just wish I’d done better.

Damn plane flight back to Atlanta was a fucking nightmare.  I know the Boss was trying to be upbeat but I really wasn’t in the mood to hear about how we’d “get it back next week.”  We ain’t got a choice!  I’ve already lost thirty something points on Gibbs’ dancing monkey for the owner’s championship and that alone’s got me sick to my stomach.  I was one of the first to say how pitiful it was last year when Carl couldn’t beat Jeff out to get both championships last year.  Now here I am in the same situation and it’s embarrassing!  This isn’t how I wanted to win my first big time championship.  But hell, a few more races like today I won’t have to be worrying about anything because I’ll be on the outside looking in…again.

Pull my coat tighter around me and storm my way through the driver’s lot to my coach.  I hate the cold but more than that I hate the rain.  It’s finally quit raining here but it still feels wet and I can’t stand it.  This whole season’s been this way, one wash out after another and I’m sick of it.  Prick ass Johnson’s on the pole again by default and that all but guarantees we’re all fucked.  Be nice if NASCAR gave someone else a fucking chance.  Times like this I almost feel sorry for that cocky bastard Busch…almost.

Catch sight of my coach and I shove my hand deep into my pocket for the key.  But as I reach the door I see it’s already opening and the first smile of the day creeps across my lips.  He’s got to be going stir crazy by now.  The rain always does that to him.  I’m surprised he actually stayed still long enough to wait for me.  Look up into a pair of green eyes I know all too well and grin at his words.  “You gonna make me wait all damn day?  Get in here, Shifty.”

My grin turns to a full on smile when he pulls me up into my coach and I run my hands down his bare forearms.  Somehow he always feels like fury barely leashed, an inferno just under the surface, and it’s a wonder he hasn’t burned us both…too much.  Move into him and the words come so easy the way they always have.  “It’s your damn fault.  You coulda come to Memphis instead of watching Newman torpedo your chance for back to back championships.” 

Smile and chuckle at the scowl he shoots me but his eyes tell the true tale.  He knows I was checking up on his trucks, on him.  As if I wouldn’t.  I still can’t believe fricken Newman had to go and rob Ron of points in another KHI truck, but at least they came in one, two.  I just hope it doesn’t end up burning them in the end.  Move with him as he moves back across the coach and I can see him fighting to keep the scowl on his face as he speaks again.  “Yeah, damn good strategy of yours not pitting early with Edwards.  You planning on serving up your points on a silver platter or you gonna bend over now.”

Tighten my hands on his biceps and jerk him closer to me until he’s pressed right up against me.  Tilt my head so my lips brush across his as I lower my voice and hold him tight.  “You shoulda been in the truck.  Shoulda known you couldn’t trust anyone but yourself.”

“Damn well couldn’t trust you, that’s for sure.”  Grin against his lips and then drag mine along his jaw line to his neck.  Kiss his skin lightly and suck on his earlobe to make him moan like he does each and every time.  He’s right.  On the track anyway.  Out there we’re enemies, fighting for the same real estate and I can’t count the times he’s had me cussin’ to Dillion about what an ass he is on the track.  But off the track…and when we aren’t competing against each other…I’ve never been more in tune with anyone in my life.

“No shit,” I reply as pulls back to see him giving me that shit-eating grin of his.  But I only get to enjoy it for a moment before he hauls me close and lays one on me.  Kiss him back with twice the passion, my frustrations and his fueling the fire between us like they have from the beginning.  He wasn’t exactly thrilled in the beginning to have “the rookie” dumped on him for testing and sharing the 2 in Busch.  And I wasn’t exactly wanting to listen to anyone because I didn’t want to be the team bitch.  But somehow the more we fought on the track, the closer we got off it and I know damn well I owe him every bit as much as I do RC for plucking me out of nowhere.

But with Harvick…it’s a helluva lot more fun to show my thanks.

“He’s gonna push you…try to get in your head,” he tells me between kisses.  He moves me back towards the couch and I go willing, just like I always have.  I may fight him to the death on the track but when he finally made his move on me I couldn’t have been more receptive.  There’s just something about him that it never occurred to me to resist…and god am I glad I didn’t.

“I know,” I murmur against his lips and then pull him down with me as I fall to the couch.  “All I could do not to lose it when we went laps down.”  Kiss him back and let the frustration flow.  He’s never let me bottle it up and I know it’s why I’ve come this far.  There was a time I wouldn’t open up, that I’d try to keep it all in, but then he’d pick at me until he got me to explode--in more ways than one--and everything was always better for it.  Now I don’t even try.

“I saw,” he whispers against my ear and I know without asking he’s talking about when I spun myself out.  I knew he’d point it out.  He always does.  It’s how he started calling me “Shifty.”  I used to hate but now…now I know he’s the one person in this world that will keep me honest.  “He’s unstable.  It’s why he can get so hot.  Saw it last week when he tried to jump me.”  Feel his tongue trace down my neck and I slide my hands under his shirt but still hang on every word.  He can read people better than anyone I’ve ever known and I know without a doubt he can help me. 

“Be cool.  Be you.  But stay away from him.  It’ll unnerve him…the not knowing.”  His breath caresses my skin and I do the same to his sides with my hands.  He pushes me back just enough to get my coat off and then I pull his shirt off so I can glide my hands over his skin.  “Keep toying with him in the media…talkin’ trash and how you’re in control.  You are.  He can’t beat you.”

Groan low at his words and melt back against the arm of the couch when he eases me down.  Help him tug my shirt off and then get lost in bright green eyes that I swear hold all the world’s answers.  He had me from day one, even if I didn’t know it.  And when Athena found out about us and gave me the ultimatum, there was no choice.  More and more I think there’s no way I can do this without him.  There’s no question I wouldn’t ever be the same.  He even made losing Gil and the boys next year make sense…and I’m still not sure how.  It’s just what he does….

“You gonna rough him up in the garage again for me?” I ask and the grin on his face is priceless.  Some people may think he’s tamed, that he’s gotten older and calmed down.  But I know better.  He’s still the same Harvick that jumped barricades to strangle Biffle.  He just has a new game plan.  Instead of losing his cool and being the aggressor he toys with people.  And when he can finally make them snap, well, for him I think it’s better than sex.  As for me though…I’ll take the sex.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?  You’d like to see me puffed up and pissy all for your benefit?”  The look on his face is pure sin and I squirm underneath him as my jeans get uncomfortably tight.  He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.  Shit, he gets off on it.  Good part is I do too so I ain’t gonna bitch too much.

“Is it my fault you’re walking sex when you throw a fit?”  He smiles at the backhanded compliment but then it turns into that sexy smirk and I can’t help but groan.  I’m in for it now…and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“‘Throw a fit,’ huh?  You saying I can’t control myself, Shifty?”  Feel him undo my jeans and I can’t tear my eyes from his.  He could pin me down with that look alone. He’s done it plenty of times before.  Raise my hips when he slides the jeans over them and I’m literally shaking at his touch.  “Maybe I should show you some control.  Might do you some good.”

Groan deeply because I know exactly where he’s going with all of this.  He’s gonna torture me and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it…not that I would even if I could.  His torture is sweeter than any I’ve ever known and times like this are when he really has shown me how to keep it together.  Who knew sleeping with Harvick could be such a learning experience!

“Fine, fine, fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.”  Grin slowly as I continue to stare into those emerald eyes.  “Show me that control, Harvick.  Let me see that Kevin no one else ever does.”

Shiver lightly when his sultry smirk becomes a full on smile and cherish the sight.  It’s not often I can get him to drop the “Harvick routine,” even for me.  But every once in awhile I get lucky.  Every once in awhile I get to see past his carefully honed image and I’m never the same after.  Yeah, I was right before.  I couldn’t do this without him.

Pull him down and kiss him deep, threading my fingers through his short hair.  He molds his body to mine and his hands run down my sides sending shivers all through me.  I know what’s coming and I don’t care.  I don’t even care about the eighty point swing and losing ground on the owner’s championship.  There’ll be time enough for all of that later.  Now…I’m more than willing to learn some ‘control.’”

“You bring it out in me, Cliiiiint.  You always have.”  Shudder at the sound of my real name on his lips.  It always does things to my insides when he calls me that because he hardly ever does.  He saves it for times like this, times when I know he’s serious and not teasing.  Times when I know there’s nowhere else I’d wanna be.

“Nice to hear I’m good for somethin’.”  His low chuckle warms my insides and he slides lower, kissing his way down and driving me out of my mind.  Tilt my head to look down at him and the sight is enough to make me groan.  He’s brushing his cheek against my cock through my boxers and I’m already feeling like I’m going to combust.  Feel his mouth, hot and soaking the thin fabric as he sucks and bites lightly up and down my length and I can hardly stand it…but I know he’s just getting started.

“Oh you’re good for a lot of things, Shifty.”  He winks at me then slowly tugs my boxers down inch by torturous inch.  “Pity you had to take so long getting back from Memphis.  We could have been doing this for hours already.”  Part my lips to tell him he could have come with me to watch his youngest  pet project but don’t get out a word when he leans down to take me into his mouth.

Hot, sweet, wet, perfect, fucking hell he’s gonna kill me.  Grip the back and side of the couch with my hands and arch my hips up into his sinful touch.  “I know…you’ll…make up for…lost time…” I barely manage to gasp out between moans and trying to catch my breath.  He knows exactly how to drive me wild.  The right amount of tongue, the perfect way he squeezes and tugs at my balls with just enough pressure to start me cussin’ like a sailor.  The way he’ll tease me with his pinky in ways that shouldn’t even be legal.  “Fuck, shit, god dammit Harvick, you takin’ up residence down there?”

He turns those devious green eyes up to look at me and draws his tongue up my cock, swirling it around the tip.  “Thinkin’ about it.  What?  You gonna evict me?”

Laugh in spite of myself and jump when he nips the inside of my thigh none too lightly.  “Like anyone could evict your ass out of anywhere, Kev.”  Reach down and tug at him until he finally slides up my body.  Slip my hand behind his neck and give it a squeeze before kissing him thoroughly.  “C’mon, how about we move this to the bed so you can really move in?”

Give him a wink and now it’s his turn to laugh and mine to get him back.  Dig my fingers in his ribs in just the right place to get him squirming to his feet.  He’s always got this one little spot where he gets ticklish but only when he’s horny, and from the looks of his unbuttoned jeans I’d say he’s horny as hell.  Move up off the couch after him and he bats at my hand when I try to reach for that spot again.

“Knock it off, Shifty,” he tells me with a broad grin as he backs toward the bedroom.  “Or you’re gonna be the one ‘moving out.’”

“What?  Are you gonna kick me out of my own coach, Harvick?”  Smile so much I think my face might crack as I stalk after him, my hands out in front of me like I’m going to grab him.  He continues to back away, grinning like a fool because we both know there’s no way out. 

“It could happen,” he fires back and stops moving when the backs of his knees hit the bed.  We both stare at each other, grins growing even wider because we both know what’s coming.  Lick my lips and his eyes seem to darken in response.  That’s all I need to see. 

Lunge for him, tackling him to the bed and we both end up rolling around, grabbing at anything we can get our hands on.  I finally get his jeans down but not before he gets his hand around my cock causing me to cry out his name.  “Shit, Kev, stop the damn teasing.”

“Oh you know you love it.  Gotta get you to focus, Bowyer.”  Feel his hand tighten around me then stroke me hard and slow.  “Tell me, you starting to feel focused yet?”  Groan at his words and the devilish look in his eyes cause he doesn’t let up.  “Can’t have you spinning out tomorrow…”  He tilts his head and I know that look.  It’s nothing but trouble.  “Unless…it’s spinning into that twat, Johnson.”

Chuckle but then it turns into a low moan as he presses me back to the bed.  “Don’t worry, Harvick.  I go down I won’t be going down alone.”  Wink at him and he groans at the bad joke. 

“Long as you aren’t taking me out, Shifty.  Otherwise I might just have to own your ass.  Wait…” He sits up straighter on the bed and shoots me a knowing grin.  Then his voice takes on that sultry, bedroom tone that always turns me inside out.  “I already do.”

“You sure about that?” I ask, my voice huskier than it was before.  Reach out to grab the lube I know is on my night stand and press it into his hand.  “I just might need a demonstration.”

“You saying I haven’t taught you enough already?”

Smug ass.  Smirk up at him and spread my legs and he moves between them.  “And here I thought you liked playing mentor.”  Boy does he ever.  I owe more to him than just his creativity in bed.  He gave me a crash course in stock cars as well as in bed, and against the wall, and in the back of our haulers.  He shared everything with me and I’ve always wondered if I was the first.  I’ll admit there’ve been a few times lately…seeing him with Cale….

“No one’s like you, Clint.  Never has been.”  Blink and look up into his eyes and I instantly know he’s telling the truth.  He’s teased me a million ways a million different times, but not with that voice, not looking at me like that.  I don’t know how he knew exactly what I needed to hear but it’s not the first time and I’m sure it won’t be the last.  Gaze up into his eyes and moan low when I feel him push inside.

“Fuck, Kev.”  Reach up, grab his shoulders and arch into his touch.  So many times and each is better than the last.  Rock my hips against his with every thrust and his eyes tell me everything I need to know.  We may have just been thrown together, teammates forced to work together, but it’s always been more than that.  He helps keep me sane and unless I’m wrong…I give him a way to release the passion he keeps from the world.

Groan loudly when his hand wraps around me, sliding over my cock, pushing me right to the edge.  Hold tighter to his shoulders and I feel heat spreading over me, coiling through my insides as he pushes me right to the edge.  Tomorrow will come, we’ll be on the track again and be enemies once the rag drops until the checker flies.  It’ll be every man for himself, until we make it off pit road and back to each other.

“No one’s like you either, Kev.  Never.”  Barely get the words out before he has me screaming and panting as I shatter all around him, losing myself to his green, green eyes.  Wrap my arms around him when he kisses me deep and I know it’s gonna be ok.  I’m gonna hold on to my championship and I know he’ll be the first one there.  Everything’s gonna be alright.  The world isn’t crashing down around me and maybe, just maybe, someone else can end up taking out Johnson for the both of us.

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