At Ease, Soldier

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Summary: Standing at attention never looked so good.

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
CHARACTER: Dale Earnhardt Jr/Kevin Harvick, alternating POV
PROMPT: Kink Bingo - Military Fetish (center square)
COMPLETED: August 13, 2009
WORD COUNT: 3,618
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 is what you could call an AU of my favorite little muses. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. You could say this is in the same universe as Private Viewing and Reflections of Ecstasy and you can find more here.
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I’m a little surprised he still wants to do this tonight.  I figured he’d be a little jet lagged coming back from Sonoma.  But after the day we had, with things going from bad to worse, I can’t blame him for wantin’ a little fun.  I know I sure as hell want to cut loose.  I’m just…not real sure about his plan.

Move over to the mirror and shake my head.  I never dreamed I’d ever see myself in something like this again.  If it weren’t for Kevin there’s no way in hell I’d put myself through it, but I have to admit, I don’t look half bad.  Smooth my hands down the pressed uniform, trailing my fingers over the gleaming brass buttons.  Give the bottom of the coat a tug to make sure there isn’t a single crease.  It’s funny how old habits come back.

I thought he was teasing when he said he wanted to see me in a uniform.  He’d run across one of my old pictures from Military School and for whatever reason got obsessed with the idea of seeing me in some kind of uniform.  I thought he’d gotten over it until he showed up with a full military uniform a few weeks ago.  I have no idea where he got it, but I’ll be damned if it doesn’t look official.  The shoes still needed shining up and shockingly enough I not only remembered how to make them gleam…I actually wanted to. 

I dunno, ever since he got me thinkin’ about it I’ve been getting more and more into it.  Hell, he hasn’t noticed yet because I was wearing a hat, but I actually went and got my hair cut short today so it would look right.  Reach up and run my hand over my clean shaven face and grin.  He really does know how to bring things out in me no one else ever has.  There’s no way in hell I’d have bothered cutting my hair or shavin’ for anyone else.  I hardly even do it for sponsors.  But, shit, you can’t get all fancied up like this and not look right.  It’d be a disgrace to the uniform…and since when did I care about that?

Reach down to pick up the white hat with a large black brim and run my thumb over the gold shield in the center.  How the hell did he find something so perfect?  Only Kevin would be so concerned with details.  He could’ve gotten any military uniform, but he didn’t.  He found something just like I used to wear when I was at Oak Ridge but for an adult.  Hell, I doubt I could tell this one from the uniforms the colonels wore back when I was getting my ass whipped into shape.  Put the hat on, make sure it’s perfectly straight and smile.  I really do look good in this.  He has no idea what he’s in for because I can do more than just look the part.  I lived it and I hope he’ll be up to the task of dealing with me.

Take one more lingering look in the mirror to make sure I’m not missing anything then head out of the bedroom and into what passes for a living room in my loft.  Grin when I see him sprawled out on the couch playing with Killer and I know he’s probably irritated I made him wait so long.  One of these days he’s gonna learn good things come to those who wait.  Move around the side of the couch so he sees me and when he does I snap to attention, clicking my heels together and executing a perfect salute.  It’s all I can do to stay at attention when I swear he’s actually drooling, but I do.  Have to be a good soldier after all.

~*~*~

I can’t believe it.

Eyes go wide and I have to snap my mouth shut because ho-lee-shit is he fucking gorgeous.  If I didn’t know he was doing this I’d hardly even recognize him because he looks every ounce the military cadet.  Run my eyes over him as he stands at attention, muscles taut and perfect under the pristinely pressed uniform.  Shit, he even shaved.  Try to wet my lips but my mouth has gone dry.  Push off the couch, never taking my eyes off him, and slowly walk around him, trying to burn each and every detail into memory because I know this is something I may never see again.  And that’s a damn shame.

Reach down to adjust my suddenly tight jeans and it hits me that he’s waiting for something and a slow smile crosses my lips.  Move directly behind him and speak low, right against his ear.  “At ease, soldier.”  Grin a little more as he lowers his arms and puts them behind his back, clasping them right above that picture perfect ass.  Oh yes, I think this will do just fine.  Lick my lips and move around him to see he won’t look directly at me.  If anything it’s like he’s looking through me.  Must be some soldier thing but I don’t like it.  “Look at me, Earnhardt.” He does exactly as I ask and for an instant he almost smiles.  Mmmm, I think I need to test this “military” resolve of his.

Gaze into his bright blue eyes and see everything he won’t allow himself to say.  He’s loving this as much as I am and when I lower my eyes I see part of him is still standing perfectly at attention.  Oh, hell, this is better than I dreamed.  Guess I need to teach my sexy soldier a bit of a lesson.  Reach down, never once looking away from his eyes, and draw a single finger up the hard line of his cock through his navy pants.  He flinches, only slightly.  I probably wouldn’t have even noticed if I weren’t looking for it.  Watch his jaw tighten as he tries to remain still even as a few lines form around his eyes from the strain.  I hope he’s ready for this.

Lean closer and I trace my thumb back down the hard bulge.  “I said…at ease, soldier?  Or do you need a little help with that?”  I swear I hear him grind his teeth and a devious smile spreads across my face.  Oh yeah, this is gonna be so much fun.  Move a half step back to take him all in and I can hardly contain myself.  He’s got his legs spread in a wide stance, a little more than shoulder width apart, and I’m starting to think that’s going to make this a lot more interesting.  Lean close to him again and my lips almost brush his as I say, “You think you can hold this position…come hell or high water, soldier?”

“Sir, yes Sir,” he snaps and I hold still a moment longer, letting him feel my breath on his lips.  The tension is so thick between us I’m surprised we both don’t snap under the weight of it…and we could.  I could snatch him right now and press him down onto the couch, kissing every inch of that pale neck as I slowly strip him out of his uniform piece by piece.  I’d take my time unfastening each of those shiny brass buttons until we’re both ready to combust in a sweaty, sticky heap.  And it would be good.  But what I have in mind is so much better.

Cup him through his polyester pants and give him a squeeze that almost has him up on his toes, but true to his word he remains motionless.  Grin as I slide my hand upwards, slipping it under the front of the dress coat until I find the top of his zipper.  Leave his pants fastened and tease the zipper down with an agonizing slowness that has me aching for more.  But I know I’ll get my chance.  I’m never usually much for patience but this is too good an opportunity to pass up.  Wet my lips as I slip my hand inside the open zipper to find he’s wearing a loose pair of boxers.  Perfect.  Just perfect.  Ease my hand inside and as I wrap my hand around his hot flesh I hear the tiniest whimper so I freeze keeping my hand around him.

Gaze into his eyes which turn even more blue as I slide my thumb over his damp tip and ask him, “Did you have something you wanted to say, soldier?”

“Sir, no Sir,” he replies but his words are nowhere near as crisp as before.  One look into his smoldering gaze and I know he wants to continue this as much as I do.

“Good to hear it.”  Tighten my grip around him then carefully ease his cock through the front of his boxers and open zipper.  That’s when I have to take a step back and admire the view.  Oh, there’s no question he’s standing at attention now.  My heart pounds and I worship him with my eyes as he’s standing proud and firm in his uniform, his long, hard cock jutting unashamed from his military finery.  Good God this image alone is gonna haunt me as long as I live.  I’ll be lucky to ever close my eyes again without getting a hardon because this is beyond words.

Close the distance between us again and tease my thumb down his entire length.  I always have been able to play him like the fine instrument he is but this is almost too much.  Look deeply into his eyes and without words I try to tell him how fucking much he means to me and somehow it feels like he knows.  Good.  Because it’s time to play.

Go to my knees in front of him and don’t miss his sudden intake of breath.  But other than that he’s still playing this better than I ever dreamed he would.  Better than I would have for sure.  Slide my hands lightly up the sides of his legs, ghosting them up and barely even touching him at all.  Then I lean forward and trace the very tip of my tongue all the way up his length from base to tip.  I feel the tension in him, the bow string ready to snap, but it doesn’t.  He holds firm and right now I’m wishing I had a camera cause I would kill to have this on tape.  But I guess I’ll just have to add this to the ongoing film reel in my mind starring him and him alone.

Tease his head with my tongue, flicking and tasting him with feather light touches I have no doubt are driving him insane.  His cock quivers as I tongue my way down and back up, circling him before finally sucking just the tip of him past my lips.  He lets out a sharp exhale of breath and I turn my eyes up to look at him as I swirl my tongue over his heated flesh.  His lips are parted as he tries to keep his breathing even and there’s no question he’s not holding that “mask” of indifference on his face anymore.  No, he looks the erotic deity he is even though he’s yet to move a muscle.  Keep my eyes on him this time as I slowly take him deeper and deeper into my mouth.

He wants to look.  I know he does and as much as this whole scene turns me on it’ll turn me on a hell of a lot more if I can feel those intense, blue eyes on me.  Pull back slowly, sucking him hard the entire time then tip my head back to look up at him better.  “Look at me, soldier.”  I may still be using the words of command but there’s no mistaking the huskiness in my voice.  Grin up at him as he tilts his head forward and I give him a wink before swallowing him down again.  He sucks in another sharp breath at my actions but surprisingly he continues to remain still, though he never once takes his eyes off me.

Part of me wants to end this game right here because I’m really not this patient.  I wanna be fucking his tight ass and hear him scream my name.  But I can feel how much this is turning him on, I’d know it even if he wasn’t halfway down my throat.  Turns out he seems to enjoy this game even more than I do.  And anything that turns my Pookie on is more than enough for me.

Bob my head over his length as I reach up with one hand to hold him tightly at the base.  Use my hand to stroke him hard each time I suck and pull my head back and before long I know he’s close.  Slip my other hand down to unfasten my extremely too tight jeans and I can’t help but touch myself as I take him to the back of my throat again.  I get just a hint of a taste of him and it’s not enough.  I want more.  I need more.  Bob my head over him faster, swallowing and lightly grazing him with my teeth until, oh fuck, there he is.  The shuddery breath he lets out is more than music to my ears and as I suck him dry I’m surprised he can still keep his military stance.  Lick him clean then slowly move to my feet as I carefully get him tucked back inside his pants.

“You have no fucking idea how God damned good you look right now.”  His eyes are dilated as I come within a hair’s breadth of pressing against him.  “You’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen and right now I’m gonna take your tight military ass and bend it over the couch until we’re both screaming so loud your buddies down the road are gonna be wonderin’ if I’m killing you.”  A soft moan escapes his lips and I swallow it up with my kiss as I finally press against him and claim him with my mouth.

~*~*~

It’s the taste of his lips that makes everything snap and I grab him, wrapping my arms tight around him as I meet his commanding kiss with my own.  Pull him hard against me and I have no idea how I contained myself as long as I did.  There was just something about the whole thing that sent me back in time to a place I thought I’d made peace with.  But I guess on some level I hadn’t.  When I was a kid, military school was nothing but a punishment but since then I’ve come to see it helped make me who I am and I’ve appreciated it.  But there were still lingering feelings of abandonment and being an outcast that never really went away…until now.  Now every remaining hurt or insecurity I might’ve had about the past have all been swallowed up by passionate green eyes and a love I never thought I’d know.

Feel him through the wool of my coat and reach down to take his hard cock in my hand.  He groans into my mouth and I stroke him slowly as I move him back towards the couch.  This coat is way the hell too hot now and somehow Kev’s normally nimble fingers are having trouble with all the buttons.  Squeeze him tighter, which can’t be helping, but when it makes him make that sound, yeah, it’s all worth it.  “What’s wrong, Kitty?  Forget how to undo buttons?”

“You’re about to have to live in this coat if you don’t hushhhh-shit.”  He groans low when I tease my thumbnail along his slit and then tighten my grip and stroke him again.  Back him around the couch and I feel his hands trembling as fights the heavy fabric until, finally, yes, there we go.  He rips the coat open and I think I only saw one button go flying.  Lean forward to kiss him again as he tears the coat down my arms but then pull back when he stops with it only down to my elbows.

“Kev?  You forget what you were--hey, what are you doin’?”  Stand a little straighter when he moves around me and I’m suddenly facing the back of the couch.  Feel the heavy coat pulling my arms back and that’s when I realize exactly what he’s doing.  “Hey, haven’t you tortured me enough already?”

“Is it ever enough, Pookie?” Shiver when I feel his tongue trace my ear and I’m not sure what he’s doing with the coat but before he’s done he’s got my arms tied behind my back.  He presses against me, pinning me against the couch, and I’m completely helpless…and I love it.  “I think you still need to be taught a lesson, soldier.  Isn’t there something about not criticizing your superiors?”

“Are you my superior now…Colonel Havoc?”  Grin broadly as he wraps his arms around my waist and unfastens my pants.  Next thing I know he’s pushing them down to my knees, along with my boxers, and from the feel of him against my ass I know things are about to get good.

“You bet your sweet ass I am.”  He smacks my ass none too gently and bends me over the couch.  Feel slick fingers sliding between my cheeks and I groan low when he massages my tight hole with them.  “Mmmm, that’s right.  Let me hear it this time.”

“Oh shiiiiiiit, Kev.” Groan again as he slowly pushes both fingers inside and I lean heavier against the back of the couch to try and gain some leverage.  I’m sure I could get my arms free if I wanted to but, shit, there’s something so hot about being at his mercy.  Rock back against his hand, trying to get his fingers deeper, but he doesn’t tease me for long.  Before I know it, he’s removing his fingers and replacing them with his hard cock and there’s no way I can keep quiet.

“Fuuuuuck yes, Dale.”  He slides into me slow, pinning me against the couch once he’s completely inside, and I feel like I’m going to lose my mind in anticipation.  Clench my muscles tight around him and he thrusts his hips forward sharply causing me to suck in a breath.  “That’s right, Pookie.  You’re all mine.  My soldier.  My Earnhardt.  Mine.”

Gasp as he pulls back and cry out loudly when he slams into me hard.  He’s got one hand on my hip and the other on my lower back bending me over and I just try to stay on my feet as he finally unleashes everything on me.  Hard, God he’s so fucking hard.  Hit the couch again and again as he pounds me without mercy and I feel like I’m gonna split in two.  He pushes me over the couch until I’m on my toes and my head’s almost to the cushions and, “Oh FUCK, Havoc.  Do that again!”

He’s shifted one of his hands to hold my crossed arms behind my back but I don’t care.  He can turn me into a fucking pretzel if he wants as long as he keeps fucking me like that!  Scream out again as he’s not only found that spot deep inside he’s pounding the hell out of it and I can’t focus on anything else.  Slam, slam, slam, God there is nothing else.  Searing fire burns me inside and out and wordless cries are all I manage as he owns me completely.

“My Adonis.  Always.”  Buck into his hand as he wraps it tight around me and I know without a doubt I’ve always been his.  I’ve never been this alive.  Not ever.  Nails slice over my tender flesh and in an instant I’m seeing nothing but blinding stars.  Crash over the edge, screaming his name until I have to gasp for breath…and the pleasure just goes on and on.  Collapse over the couch as he continues to slam into me and it’s nothing but bliss when his loud cry finally echoes through the room.  In the back of my mind I wonder if anyone can hear.  Not that I fucking care.  I’d happily shout the place down anytime if it means I get to have him.

His lips kiss slowly up my spine as he pushes up my shirt and it’s only then I realize my arms are free.  The coat’s slipped to the floor or somewhere and a slow smile crosses my face.  I think I’m going to be keeping his uniform for awhile.  If anything it turned me on more than I ever dreamed.  Maybe next time I can get Kev one too…maybe a headmaster or general’s uniform.  Then maybe he could punish me--

“I know that smile.”  Turn my head to see him looking down at me as he leans over the couch and I smile even more.

“Then you know we’re gonna be havin’ a lot more fun, don’tcha?”  He chuckles and I swear the gold flecks in those passionate green eyes dance at the idea.

“I’m lookin’ forward to it.”  He wraps an arm around my waist and tugs us both up onto our feet.  “C’mon, if we don’t make it to bed before Killer you know we’re gonna have a fight on our hands.”

Laugh and shake my head as I lean against him and we head for the bedroom.  One of these days that Boxer is gonna learn he’s no match for my Kitty.  No one is.  Not even me.  And that’s exactly how I like it.

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