Bristol Release

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Summary: Relief can come when you least expect it.

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
SERIES: The Adventures of Havoc and Wonderboy
CHARACTER: Kevin Harvick/DeLana Harvick, Kevin Harvick/Jeff Gordon, Kevin POV
PROMPT: Taming the Muse #30 & 54 (#5 & 29 for me) - Arrhizal (a parasitic rootless plant) & Cry Havoc
COMPLETED: August 4, 2007
WORD COUNT: 7,555
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: What the hell? To Jeff on his birthday.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This takes place the week following Altanta Heat after Kevin won the Cup race at Bristol. He went on to sweep the weekend by winning the race delayed Busch race on Monday.
AUTHOR'S NOTE2: Part of this fic was inspired by the fact that it was the first time I noticed Kevin's habit of sometimes wearing his ring and some times not. Going by the Victory Lane picture from both Sunday and Monday in Bristol, Kevin wasn't wearing his ring, but I do remember seeing him with it on Saturday. So...this is my explanation of why.
AUTHOR'S NOTE3: ~*~*~*~ denotes passage of time.
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As the smoke finally begins to clear from my burnout I can’t help but look down at my bare hands on the steering wheel, having thrown my gloves to the side, and think about how empty they look without my ring. 

Empty…just like my life. 

As I turn to make my Victory Lap, I try to push these thoughts away.  I just won for Christ’s sake.  But all I can think about is yesterday and cringe inwardly, knowing she’ll be waiting for me in Victory Lane to play the “perfect wife.”   I’m just so tired of playing…as if I didn’t make that clear enough last night.  But I know I’ll play the role anyway.  Just like I always do.  Pretending I have the perfect life with the perfect wife when it’s anything but.

But what else can I do?  I know she’ll be ready to make up now.  After I won.  I’m the perfect husband again.  A winner.  A real winner.  And for awhile at least she’ll play nice, thankful to be with someone who matters.  But I know it won’t last.  It never does.  And I’m just getting so damn tired of it all.  Just like I was yesterday.

I finally turn the car towards Victory Lane and can’t help but let it all run through my head again.  Why can’t I turn this off?  Because I saw exactly how fake my world really is, I remind myself.  Its one thing to play the “happy couple,” putting on an act for the world around you, and another to actually have to sit as a captive audience to a real “happy couple.”  And after yesterday, I finally snapped.  I couldn’t take it anymore.  So for once, I actually fought back.  Not like it’s going to get me anywhere.  I don’t have the guts for it.

I mean, what else am I gonna do?  Actually leave her?  For what?  Lately I’ve felt more being with a person I…can’t stand, than the woman I’m supposed to love.  What the hell does that say about me?  Maybe I’m just too fucked up to be happy.  Maybe I over reacted.  So why did it feel so good to finally tell her off?

I shake my head as I remember it all.  The rain delay.  The game of UNO in Scott and Jody’s coach.  The feeling of suffocating as I watched how truly happy they were knowing how completely miserable I was.  So I lost it.  I made a scene followed by a grand gesture that I know doesn’t mean shit. 

God, why does my life suck?

~*~*~*~

“Yay, I win again!” she says as she drops her 2 on the blue 4.  Then she turns to me with that infuriatingly competitive look of hers and asks, “So how many is that, Kevin?”

“Five, D,” I mumble as I reach for the stacks of cards to shuffle them again.  Then I glance up to catch a glimpse of Scott and Jody staring at each other like they’re the only two in the room and I want to be sick.  I don’t know how much more of this I can take. 

At that moment Jody chuckles at Scott, “I don't think we've won yet,” and I don’t know what annoys me more.  The fact that they’re still making moon eyes at each other or that everything about them is always “we.”  And the thing is, I know it really is.  Unlike us.  The only time it’s “we” to D is if it means she’s gonna get something out of it.

I watch as Scott reaches over and absently rubs a hand over Jody’s pregnant stomach and tells her, “I don’t remember winning a game.  And I know the baby certainly can’t play yet.  Although, I think it has better odds.”  I grimace again at their easy way with each other and try to push back my annoyance as I roughly shuffle the cards in my hands.  Why is it that when someone else has everything they just love to rub it in your face?

Finally I can’t take it anymore.  I can’t take sitting here, pretending we’re just as good as they are when we’re anything but.  We’re nothing but a couple of liars and I’m tired of playing “the game.”  I slam the cards on the table suddenly, causing them all to look over at me.

“I don’t know about you all, but I’m getting tired of cards.  Maybe we should do something else, like…Twister,” I say for what isn’t the first time with a smirk on my face.  I know Jody is too far along to even consider playing…not that any of us really would anyway.  But if I have to be miserable, why shouldn’t I rain on everyone else’s parade a little?  I look up to see Jody glance to Scott a little uncomfortably and he shoots me an annoyed look.  But before he can even think about saying a word I hear her shrill voice, just as I expected.

“Kevin,” she snaps, narrowing her eyes and giving me a hard glare.  “Stop being ridiculous.  You know good and well that Jody can’t--”

“It’s ok, DeLana,” I hear Jody respond, cutting her off in mid-tirade.  “Honestly, I’m getting a little tired anyway.”  She turns to Scott, reaching over to take his hand, and tells him, “I think I’m going to go lay down, ok hon?”

The annoyance on his face melts away immediately as he looks to her, and once again I have to try and keep from revisiting my lunch, as he says, “Ok sweetie, you’re right.  It’s been a long day, and NASCAR obviously isn’t going to get the race in.”

That’s all I need to hear and, before they can continue gushing over each other, I slam my hands on the table and push myself to my feet.  “Thanks for the cards, Wimmer,” I tell him shortly.  “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”  And with that I start to turn and make my way to the door.

But then I freeze as I suddenly feel her hand in mine, squeezing it almost painfully.  I swear, sometimes she really is freakishly strong.  I glance down at our intertwined fingers and watch as she turns her disgustingly fake smile towards them both and says, “Yes, thank you both so much.  This was really fun.  We should definitely do this again sometime.”  It’s all I can do to keep from gagging at her sickeningly sweet, sugar-coated voice and I force myself to grit my teeth against the sarcastic reply on my lips.

“Absolutely,” Jody replies with a warm smile.  “It was really nice of you two to come by,” and I glance away for a moment so no one sees me roll my eyes.  I don’t know what’s worse…DeLana laying it on so thick or the obvious sincerity I hear in Jody’s voice.  I look over to them again and can’t help but wonder how anyone can be so damn nice? 

And that’s when it finally hits me.

I look down once again and see her holding my hand and I suddenly know why.  She can’t be out done.  That’s why she’s running her thumb across the back of my hand and acting so sweet.  She’s trying to be them.  Well, that, and make sure I don’t bolt for the door like I had planned to. 

The realization hits me like a ton of bricks and I feel a wave of nausea wash over me.  This is my life.  Forever pretending to be something I’m not.  Pretending to have it all when all I’ve got is a cheap illusion. 

Suddenly I feel like I’m suffocating, but I do my best to push it back, as I hear her voice again and she moves to stand beside me.  “I just hope we weren’t too much of a bother.  We didn’t mean to wear you out.”

We.

Since when has it been “we,” D? 

“Oh, no, it’s cool,” Wimmer replies as he slides his arm around Jody.  “We just would’ve ended up watching all the rain delay coverage.  Honestly we needed the company,” he says with a smile and once again I want to be sick.  Why can’t I have that?  Why can’t I have anything?

Why am I still standing here?

“Glad to be a source of entertainment,” I shoot back sarcastically, and I can feel D stiffen next to me.  Good.  I guess she knows what’s coming next.  “But we need to be going.  I’m sure D’s little mutt has already shit all over the coach.”

I don’t know what’s funnier, the look of surprise on Jody’s face at my crude words or Scott’s attempt to hide a smile.  But I only get to enjoy myself for an instant before I feel D’s nails digging into the back of my hand.  I try to jerk away but she just holds on tighter until I swear she’s going to break the skin.  So I give in and, as usual, end up following her lead.

“Sorry about that,” she replies with the same forced smile on her face.  “Sometimes he really doesn’t know how to behave in mixed company.”

The condescending tone of her voice brings another sharp come back to my lips but I choke it down just wanting to get out of here.  I swear I really do feel like I’m smothering as she sucks the life out of me.  But before I can even think about reacting she’s pulling me out the door with out a word, heading to our coach, still holding my hand painfully tight.  And I just grit my teeth and deal with it. 

Her nails still bite my skin but I don’t pull away, part of me not wanting to give her the satisfaction and part of me just…playing the game and not causing a scene.  So I let her lead me to our home away from home that couldn’t be more uninviting.  My eyes linger over the white coach parked next to us as we pass by and I remember the stolen moments I used to spend there with someone who seemed to really care about me.  But I’ve lost that, all because I wasn’t willing to give up this game…and I don’t blame him for moving on. 

Now the only bit of happiness--if you can call it that--I’ve found in the past month has been with someone who hates me as much as he wants me.  At least…I think he hates me.  I’ve honestly never gotten so many mixed signals in my life.  It’s twisted.  It’s wrong.  And I know it.  But as she digs her nails deeper into my skin I’m reminded of the feel of his nails running over my chest and digging into my hips.  Why do I keep craving something so wrong?  I just wish--

Thoughts of Junior and what might have been or any potential trysts with Jeff suddenly flee my mind as I’m tugged up into my coach and back into the reality of my life.  She rips her hand from mine with an almost disgusted look on her face and I slide the door shut behind me, knowing what’s coming next.  I can still feel the scratches from her nails as she turns to glare at me and I just stare back at her, for a moment honestly trying to remember what it felt like to love her because I know at one time I really did.  But right now, as she stares at me with complete distain, I can’t even remember what that felt like.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Kevin?” she snaps at me as she crosses her arms.  But I don’t answer, not yet, because I know the only thing that pisses her off more than my sarcasm is my silence…and I really don’t fee like accommodating her right now.  I watch her face grow hard, anger masking the beauty I used to adore, and her voice takes on a more shrill tone as she snaps at me.  “I can’t believe you were acting like such an ass to Scott and Jody.  Those are our friends, people who still like us, people you haven’t alienated yet.  But after the stunt you pulled today we’ll be lucky if they still want to talk to us.”

I expect to feel anger from her words, like I have so many times before, but instead I honestly feel…nothing.  It’s as if there’s nothing left to fight for…as if she’s finally drained every bit of fight out of me.  God, she used to be my world, sharing everything with me until we were unable to be apart even for a second.  But now it’s like we have to spend every waking moment together to make each other as miserable as we were once happy.  Where did it all go wrong?

“…can’t believe you,” she drones on and I push past her, intent on finding a drink since the race is obviously going to be washed out.  It’s already getting dark and there’s no way they’ll get the track dry so…what’s the point in waiting for something that will never happen?  “God, she probably thinks that we’re--”

“What, D?” I turn around and snap at her.  Take another step forward and feel my anger and irritation rising.  “Go on and finish it.  She probably thinks we’re what?  Anything but the ‘perfect’ couple?”  I watch her press her lips together in a hard line and I know I’ll get no answer from her.  She knows how to play the game as well as I do, and I know I should stop.  But I’m just so tired of all of this.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” I taunt her and I can see her waver.  “You can’t stand the fact that all we do is fight.  That the perfectly happy couple is nothing but a damn act.”  Clench my fists in raising anger and narrow my eyes as I move even closer.  “Maybe I’m getting tired of it DeLana.  Maybe I’m sick of the pretend marriage and pretend relationship you sell to the media.”  I roll my head back in frustration as I take a deep breath, all my anguish pouring out in a rare display of real emotion.  “Maybe I’m tired of all the pretend shit when you won’t even give me a pretend family to love.”

And that’s the real issue, isn’t it?  That’s why I’ve suck with her through the misery.  She can give me what the others can’t.  She can give me the family June never could…but I’m starting to wonder if it’s even worth it.

“Are you kidding me?”

Her shrill voice pulls me from my thoughts and I stare at her, knowing that right now my eyes are doing nothing to hide my inner turmoil and raw pain.

“We’ve discussed this, Kevin,” she says in a condescending tone and I feel my heart fall in my chest.  I swear it sounds like she’s talking to a child.  “We can’t have children until we’ve become established in Cup, until the team is consistent.  I mean, my God Kevin, it’s been over a year and half since the Brickyard win.  I can’t be pregnant or tending to kids when we need to be--.”

“Shut up, D!” I shout at her suddenly, sick of her never ending tirade about us and we.  I watch her mouth open in surprise at my outburst and I can tell she’s about to get right back in my face.

But I beat her to it.

“This isn’t about we!” I scream at her and I can feel my heart pounding, hear the rush of blood in my ears as my anger rises.  Reach out and grab her by the arms and I lock eyes with her.  “I am the driver DeLana.  I am the one who goes out on the track and drives the car.  Not you.  It’s my team.  Not ours.  When are you going to get that through your thick head?” I shout as my chest heaves for breath and my eyes blaze.

Surprisingly strong hands push me and I take a step back, giving her space as I try to calm down.  We’ve fought before, hell, we fight all the time.  But never like this.  And suddenly I just can’t stop the words from pouring from my lips.  “Is that why you’re with me?  Just because I’m a driver?  Just because you can’t be?”

“Shut up, Kevin.  Just shut up,” she snaps and starts to turn away from me.  My eyes go wide at her actions and if feels like she’s just thrown cold water in my face.  Surely she’s not just going to ignore everything I’ve said.

“Don’t dismiss me, D,” I tell her as I reach out and grab her arm, trying to turn her back to face me.  “Don’t you dare--.”

“Of course I’m with you because you’re a driver,” she replies with clipped words and I pull my hand back instantly.  Watch with sorrow-filled eyes as she finally turns to me and I swear I’ve never seen her look so cold.  “Racing is my life just as much as it is yours, Kevin.  You’d be a fool to think it didn’t matter.  Just like you’re a fool to think you could have done this without me.  I helped you build KHI and I have been here with you trying to clean up every fuck-up your temper gets us into.  Hell, maybe if I was in the car it wouldn’t be almost two years since we’ve had a win.”

Stare at her a long moment and take another step back until I’m almost back against the door as I realize she really does believe her words.  She doesn’t love me.  She loves what I offer her.  She loves being a NASCAR wife, and I don’t think I can take it anymore.  I don’t think I can take her looking at me like I’m worthless when all I ever wanted was love.

So I stop thinking.

Reach up and take my left hand in my right and before I know it I’m throwing my ring at her as I let my anger substitute for my hurt.  “Fine DeLana.  If you’re so fucking special, see how far that gets you,” I growl as I turn suddenly and storm out of the coach.  I don’t even care where I’m going as long as it means I’m away from her.

~*~*~*~

I almost went crawling to the one place I knew I shouldn’t.  I actually made it halfway to his massive maroon coach before I completely chickened out.  He’d read me.  He’d see straight through my sarcasm and twist the knife.  I know he would.  And even though I know I’d love the pleasure he’d inevitably bring…I just wasn’t enough of a masochist.  I hurt too much to go asking for more.  So I ended up spending the night on my teammate’s couch.  I’m just glad Burton and Kim know me well enough to just leave me alone and let me crash on their couch.

And now it’s time to continue the game.

Pull my black and silver Monte Carlo into Victory Lane and I can already catch sight of long blonde hair.  She’s waiting for me, just like I knew she would be, and I’m thankful the TV coverage gives me another minute to myself before I have to face the crowd.  Pull of my helmet, slide on my Goodwrench hat and finally climb from my car when I get my cue.  Champagne and beer shower down on me and for another moment I can just bask in the fact that I finally won again.

~*~*~*~

I’d honestly forgotten how long they keep you busy when you actually win a Cup race.  Winning the Brickyard seems like so damn long ago.  I’d forgotten how long they could draw out the post race interviews and how fucking annoying the media can be.  But it doesn’t matter.  I’m a winner again.  At least…I am on the track.  And I guess that’s something.

Head back to my coach, top of my firesuit hanging around my waist and pull my hat off to run my fingers though my hair.  We should be heading home.  It is Sunday after all.  But thanks to a Saturday full of rain I’ve got to hang around to race on Monday…not that I mind.  If I’m racing I’m actually doing something I love.  If I’m in the car I’m not getting bitched for my every breath.  Honestly, I wouldn’t mind more Monday races….

Finally reach my coach and pause, staring at it for a long moment and realize there’s nowhere I want to be less.  I don’t want to go back in there.  I don’t want to face my joke of a marriage.  I don’t want to pretend to play the role that my heart just isn’t into anymore.  But I don’t have a choice so I suck it up and head inside, quietly closing the door behind me.  Who knows?  Maybe she’s already asleep.  Turn to head for the back of the coach but stop suddenly when a glint of gold catches my eyes.  Turn to look on the counter by the door and see it.

My ring.  Sitting all alone and out in the open.

Funny, I would have thought she wouldn’t even bother picking it up.  Stare at the gold band a long moment, trying to figure out what the game is today and then just turn away suddenly.  I’m not playing right now and I’m not putting that ring back on…yet.  Oh I know I will eventually but right now, right now I can’t even bear to look at it…much less wear it.  Now I just want to get a shower and fall into bed until it’s time to race.  Make my way back to the bathroom, pulling my fireproof shirt over my head and I don’t pay attention to a thing until I hear her voice.

“I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to get back.”

God, I really don’t want to deal with her right now.  Why couldn’t she just pretend to be asleep?  She knows how this works.  Turn to face her as I toss my shirt to the floor.  “D, I’m really not in the m--.”

And that’s when I see her…spread out on the bed, wearing a negligee I don’t think I’ve ever seen.  Long, blonde, silky hair falling over her shoulders in exactly the way I’ve always liked.  What the--?  I haven’t seen her this made up since…The Brickyard.  Since I last won in Cup.  Dear God, could she be more transparent?  I start to tell her I’m not interested…because I’m not.  I start to tell her how pathetic this is, this stupid little game she plays with my heart.  I start to turn and leave, surely someone has a couch I can sleep on.  But instead I just end up doing what I always do when it comes to her.

Obey.

“Hurry and get cleaned up.  I don’t want to you get me all filthy,” she tells me in her usual commanding tone.  I watch as she shifts back on the bed in a pose I’m sure is supposed to be sexy but just strikes me as sad.  But I don’t say a word.  I just turn for the shower as I strip out of the rest of my clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor.

“You know it doesn’t take me long,” I call back, words just a pale imitation of my usual sarcasm.  Slip into the shower and quickly run the soap over my body as I rush through my shower with out even realizing it while my mind spins.  I don’t know if I can do this.  Oh, she’s beautiful.  Of that there’s no doubt.  And there was I time I know we both would have lit the bed on fire with want and an animalistic desire I’ve never known with another woman.  But it’s been so long…and we aren’t those people anymore.

Pour shampoo in my hands and run it through my hair as I look towards the bedroom and feel my heart sink in my chest.  This feels…too much like obligation, a mockery of the times when I used to win and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.  A time when we were still in love….

But I don’t have a choice.

Start to rinse off, hands sliding over my body, when I suddenly realize…I’m not even “up” for this.  Close my eyes as I feel my cheeks burn.  I can’t go out there like this.  There’s no way I can deal with any more inadequacy when it comes to her.  Squeeze my eyes shut and reach down to take my half hard cock in my hand.  Run my hand over protesting flesh, literally trying to will myself hard.  And at first it doesn’t work…until I start to let my mind wander to hard bodies and blue eyes.

God, I hate myself.

Finally feel my body start to respond and I reach to shut off the water, still just wanting to get this over with.  Who knows?  Maybe things could be different.  Maybe she’ll be different.  Maybe she’ll actually look at me with love in her eyes again.  Swallow hard and quickly dry myself off, knowing I took longer than I should have thanks to my “problem.”  Head back to the bedroom without even a towel and I can see the mild annoyance on her face…and her eyes are still cold.

“It’s about time.  I was beginning to wonder if you even wanted this.”

That’s when it hits me.  She thinks she’s doing me a favor.  She thinks she owes me this for a win.  And what’s worse?  There’s no getting out of this without completely pissing her off.  So instead I just turn inward and try to find that cocky bastard she’s somehow buried deep inside and force a smirk as I reach down to stroke myself.  “You should know, a good thing takes time,” I tell her as I start to crawl up on the bed.

But she doesn’t curl into my arms.  Hell, she doesn’t even really kiss me.  I lean closer, trying to press the issue but she turns her face and I only end up kissing her cheek.  God, what happened to us…and how can I get this over with?  Feel her hands move over my body as I place kisses over her chest and I feel her, urging me downward.  I know what she wants…and bitch that I am, I’ll give it to her. 

Spread her legs with my hands and dive between them, my tongue immediately lapping at her folds in a way that’s always had her thrashing and screaming before.  But this time she just grunts and squirms under me, pushing her hips upward and rubbing against my jaw.  Her fingers curl in my hair as I speed up my pace, licking and sucking as she starts to breathe harder. I can feel the tremors run through her now and I know she’s close even as she commands me not to stop and to give her more.  And I do.  I give her exactly what she wants until she’s moaning and shaking beneath me.

And I feel so empty.

Hands pull at me, tugging me up her body and I feel her spread her legs underneath me again.  I think about trying to beg off, knowing she’s still swimming in her own bliss…but she won’t let me.  No, this was supposed to be for me and I might as well finish it. 

Thrust into her in one smooth motion and I gasp at the feel of her wet heat around me.  Prop myself up on my hands and I push into her, over and over, just trying to find release as I feel her hands grip my shoulders.  But it won’t come.  Not like this.  Not when there’s no fire burning in my belly.  Not when this is all just so…sad.  So I do something I’ve never once done in my life.

I fake it.

I groan and shake, dropping my head so she can’t see my eyes and pretend to get off…and she doesn’t even notice.  Pull back from her and collapse down on the bed, wanting--needing--to just sleep and pretend this night never happened.  But I should have known I’d never been that lucky.

“Kevin.  Kev-in,” she calls me as she pokes at my shoulder.  “Kevin, don’t go to sleep.  I forgot I put LO’s bed in the truck.  Kevin, you need to get it.  She can’t just sleep on the floor….”

“Dammit, D, the dog’s fine,” I snap back as I see the tiny Chihuahua curled up, already asleep, on the floor.  Roll on my side and wrap my arms around my pillow, trying to tune her out when she smacks my shoulder…hard.

“Kevin, you don’t have to be such an asshole.  You got want you wanted, and you know she always sleeps on her bed.”  Feel her push at my shoulder again and I reflexively jerk away.  “Now go get it.  I mean, you don’t exactly expect me to go out in this do you?”

“Not that you would anyway,” I mutter to myself as I slowly start to push my way out of bed.  Search around the mess of a coach and grab a pair of jeans from the floor.  “Whatever D, I’ll get the damn bed.  Just stop whining about it,” I snap, already on my way to the door, the rest of her tirade lost on me as I tune her out.

Grab the truck keys on the counter and slam the coach door behind me as I head out into the night barefoot, not that I even care.  No, right now I just want to get the damn bed and go to sleep.  Wince as I step on a sharp rock, and I practically pull the car door off the hinges as I dig around to find the stupid, over priced pillow.  The stupid designer crap that she put in the truck even though she knew we’d be staying the night.  Stupid bitch.  She probably did it on purpose just to get me out of the coach.

Roll my eyes and turn back to the motorcoach lot, storming my way back through the dark, half empty lot.  God, I hope I win again tomorrow or I may just go postal on everyone.  I can’t believe she--

“Trouble in paradise, Havoc?  You’re looking particularly…frustrated.”

Oh. Fucking. Hell.

There’s no way, no way he should still be here.  He’s not racing tomorrow.  Why the fuck would he still be here?  Surely he couldn’t have stayed for….  Shake my head, not allowing myself to finish the thought and try to pull myself together.  I’m not gonna be weak to him. 

Spin around, back to my own coach and look at him, dressed in tight jeans and a black polo that seems to flatter every inch of him.  Dark, twilight blue eyes mock me as he looks me over and I curse the feelings that churn inside me at his obvious perusal.  Why in God’s name does he make me feel this way?  Feel my jeans grow a little tighter and I narrow my eyes at him as I finally respond. 

“Me?  Frustrated?  I’d think you’d be the one frustrated.”  Tilt my head at him and continue in a mocking voice, “Where did you finish anyway, Wonderboy?”

“Fifteenth,” he snaps, moving closer to me.  “Not that you even give a shit.”  Feel his eyes run over me again and I try to fight my body’s reactions.  “So, out for a midnight stroll or did you forget your ‘widdle pillow’?” he mocks me and it’s just too much.  I should be able to shred him with sarcasm, or at least match him.  But right now I’m just so fucking drained….

“Look, Wonderboy…I don’t want to fight,” I plead with him and mutter under my breath, “I’ve had enough of it lately.” And I know I really shouldn’t have said that.  Shit, his prick ass is has been the only bright part of my existence lately…but if I can’t fight back….  Sigh softly to myself.  It’s probably time for this…whatever it is to end anyway.

“You?  Not looking for a fight?”  Raise my eyes to his and I can see the amusement in them as a slow smirk crosses his face.  He really is a cocky bastard.  “Damn, I didn’t even realize…hell must have froze over.”

“Fuck you,” I snap back suddenly, unable to help myself.  I may not have wanted to fight but, damn it, he just brings it out in me.  Feel my heart rate increase as moves closer; backing me against my coach and for the first time all weekend I actually start to really feel alive.

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” he purrs at me with a honeyed voice.  God, I hate him so much.  So why can he turn me into a mass of aching need?

“No.  I wouldn’t,” I lie to him, holding his gaze the whole time just daring him to dispute me.  I see how his eyes seem to dilate at my words, how he rocks forward and his breathing seems a little heavier.  There’s no doubt about it.  He’s as turned on as I am.

“That’d be a first,” he mocks me as he laughs and I swear my blood begins to boil.  He leans closer and I can feel his breath, hot against my ear.  “I know what kind of slut you are, Havoc.”

“Says the whore of the garage,” I snap and try to push him back, the stupid pillow just getting in the way.  Almost lose my footing in the mud under the coach and I end up having to grab his arm with my free hand to keep from falling.

“You’re one to talk, Harvick,” he growls and I don’t miss the look he shoots to my coach.  Bastard.  He doesn’t know anything.  He doesn’t know what it’s like.  He doesn’t know how I gave up everything for her, how I gave up real love and she doesn’t even care.  Hell, she doesn’t even know.

“Get out of my way, you fucking prick,” I snarl and try to push past him again.  But instead of moving he presses his hand to my bare chest, pushing me back against the coach and leaning into me.  I can feel his nails scratch against my skin as my cock presses painfully against the zipper of my jeans and I couldn’t hate him more.

“Oh, but I know how much you crave this ‘fucking prick.’”  Feel his breath against my ear as his tongue flicks out to taste my skin causing me to shiver hard in desire.  “I bet you can’t get me out of your head…even when you’re with her.”

Fucker.  I push at him again, wanting to deny his words, wanting to pretend it wasn’t  him I was thinking about to get myself hard in the shower.  I want to tell him he’s wrong, that I don’t want him.  But it doesn’t matter.  He already knows. 

“I know you Kevin.  I know what you crave.”

Meet his eyes and I still want to deny it, still want to pretend this is nothing but sex and fucking and lust.  Because, really, that’s all there is here, right?  “You don’t know me.  You don’t know anything.  How would you?” I snarl and push at his chest again.

“Because I crave it too,” he growls back at me and pins me to the coach with both hands on my chest.  Feel the cool metal against my back and before I can even think about replying he kisses me brutally, nothing but tongue and teeth.  Lips hard and demanding, he grinds me against the coach and I hold tight to him in self defense, the pillow falling from my hand.  Pull him even closer, my nails digging into his shoulders as I hear myself make a low guttural noise as his hands claw down my chest.  Pant for air as he finally breaks the kiss and taunts me in with a seductive tone, “You’d love nothing more than for me to fuck you right here in the open, wouldn’t you, my little whore?”

Rubs my hips back against his and slide my hands down his back to grip his ass tight before replying to him with a sneer.  “You don’t have the balls, Wonderboy.”  And for once…I really hope I’m wrong because I don’t think there’s anyway I can walk away unsatisfied again.  “All talk and no action,” I taunt him again and just pray that he takes the bait.

“I’ve got plenty of ‘action’ for you, Havoc,” he growls and then sucks hard at my neck.  Shit, he’ll probably leave a mark but I don’t even care.  Who knows when I’ll win again and D won’t be under any obligation to perform her “wifely duties.”  God knows she doesn’t pay enough attention to me to notice.  He could tear me a new one right here and she’d never even fucking know.

“Bring it on…Wonderboy,” I pant at him as I squeeze his ass hard again and throw my head back, baring more skin to his sinful mouth. 

Feel him pause and pull back and I open my eyes to be met by dark, cobalt blue.  Hear my heart beat pounding in my ears when he smirks and starts to tease again, but by the look in his eyes I know he won’t let me down.  “So what’s in it for me, bitch?”

I should be offended.  I should hate him for treating me like a cheap whore, begging for his touch.  But he’s right about one thing.  I do crave him, and I know he craves me just as much.  And right now…that’s all that matters.  It’s another game; I’ve no doubt about that.  But at least this is a game I want to play.

“The best fuck you’ve ever had,” I shoot back with a smirk and his dark laughter just turns my insides even more to mush.  I shouldn’t like his smile.  I shouldn’t like the twinkle in his eyes and the way that one lock of hair falls over his forehead.  But thankfully he doesn’t keep me waiting and I can continue to just get lost in the sex.

“You’re right,” He tells me as he licks my neck before biting down hard on my collarbone.  “You are my favorite whore.”

Throw my head back again, banging it against the back of the coach and groan as he claws his nails down my chest, scratching me deep and I wouldn’t have it any other way.  Fuck I never knew I could even be this turned on…especially not by the likes of him.  Slide my hands around and unfasten his jeans, shoving a hand down inside his pants as it’s my turn to taunt him as I squeeze the Gordon family jewels.  “You don’t have the balls….”

But I don’t have time to say more than that because he spinning me around and slamming me hard into the side of the bus.  See stars for a moment as my head bangs against the coach but it all turns to shivery ecstasy as I feel him digging in the front pocket of my jeans.  “Someone could walk by any time, Havoc,” he breathes against my neck.  “Your pretty little wife could come looking for you any minute….”

Jesus, does he know what he’s doing.  No one has ever talked to me this way and I know he’s right…and it’s got me harder than I’ve ever been in my life.  Whimper as he finally undoes my jeans and hiss as the cool night air hits my bare cock.  “And you love it, don’t you my little whore?  You love that I could bury myself inside you right here…when just anyone could walk by….”

“Fucking do it,” I rasp as his slick hand runs over my cock.  I swear I’ll continue to carry lube everyday for the rest of my life if this is one of the possible consequences.  I’ve never come so hard as when he’s played these games with me and I just pray he’s not toying with me.  Feel him shove my jeans down.  Feel his cock rub against my ass and my whole body goes tense with anticipation.

“All you had to do was ask,” he purrs against my ear and then slams into me with no warning.  Hands claw the coach and I have to bite my lip hard to keep from screaming out as he stretches and fills me.

“Fuck me, Jeff.  Fuck me,” I gasp and he doesn’t disappoint.  It’s all I can do to even stay on my feet.  Feel his arm wrap around me, pulling me against his chest and I bare my neck to him as his nails run over my chest.

“That’s right Havoc, be my little slut,” he purrs and I shouldn’t like the way his crude words make me feel so wanted.  But they do…and all I want is more.

“Yes…fuck…yes…,” I groan in a voice that doesn’t even sound like mine.  Lean back against him as he strokes me and slams into me hard and I don’t even know which way to move.  There’s nothing but hot pleasure coursing through me I swear it can’t get any better…until he speaks again.

“So many…people…here.  So many…that could see,” he pants huskily at my ear and then leans around me to kiss and suck at my throat.  I swear I’ve never felt so completely owned.  “So fucking tight, Kevin.  So fucking good,” he groans and my whole body is nothing but a mass of shivers and desire.

Hit the coach as he pushes me forward again, slamming into me harder, repeatedly and then he pulls me back against him to suck hard at my neck.  Feel him shuddering behind me and all I can do is let out a pathetic whine at having my desire cut short again.  Fucking bastard.  How could he do this to me?

But before I can say a word he pulls back from me sharply and spins me a around.  I’m completely disoriented as I hit the coach again and let out a low grunt.  I start to complain again, to tell him what a shitty fuck he is when my throbbing cock is suddenly enveloped in a god damned inferno.  Sucking, hard, tongue lashing over me as he swallows me down, and dear God D never gave head like this.  Eyes roll back in my head as I don’t even have a prayer of holding on and before I can even think I’m shuddering and exploding into his mouth.

Everything goes black for a moment and all I hear the beat of my own heart, pounding in my ears.  Feel him pull up my jeans as he kisses across my collarbone and for another instant I just bask, needing this more than I’m sure he even knows.  Finally blink my eyes open as my breathing starts to slow and watch as he smirks at me slowly.  “Didn’t think I had the balls, huh?”

Chuckle back at him and match his smirk with one of my own.  “Nah, I knew you had a pair, I just wanted to be sure I saw ‘em.”  Reach out and rub his crotch with my palm, not missing his shiver in response.  He does want me.  If I know one thing I know that’s true, but I ask him anyway, still chuckling at him.  “So, was I a good little whore?”

Smile when I hear him share in my soft laughter and tremble slightly as his palm slides over my chest.  “The best,” he replies simply as the awkwardness finally starts to settle in.  Watch as he backs away and I wait for the harsh, demeaning words that I know will signal his departure.

“Looks like you got you pillow dirty,” he tells me as he starts to turn away and for a moment I don’t have a clue what he’s talking about.  Glance around and finally spot LO’s pillow in the mud and curse softly to myself.  But then I don’t care.  D can bitch all she wants.  I just had arguably the best fuck of my life.  No one’s ruining this for me tonight.

Lean down to pick up the pillow, trying to brush it off as he starts to move away.  Keep my head down as I call out after him, not wanting to see the hatred for me in his eyes, “Anytime Wonderboy.”  God, I really do sound like such a whore.  Move slowly to my feet as he melts into the darkness of the track but freeze when his soft words still find me.

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