Reflections of Ecstasy

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Summary: He has no idea what he does to me.

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
CHARACTER: Kevin Harvick/Dale Earnhardt Jr, Dale Jr POV
PROMPT: Kink Bingo - Mirrors
COMPLETED: June 25, 2009
WORD COUNT: 2,219
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 Aurora’s Splendor and you can find more here.
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Sometimes I wonder if he has any idea how sexy he is.  There was a time I had no doubt, not with the way he moves through the garage like walking sex.  I didn’t think there was a possibility he didn’t know what he was doing.  I thought it was all one massive seduction when he would lay on pit wall or some random table and ooze eroticism like a cheap porn star. Half the time I felt like he was doing it just to get to me because I knew he wanted me.  But once I finally got to know the real him behind the “Havoc” exterior I’ve come to know…it’s all just him.

Sink down a little lower in my seat which is no easy feat the way they have them molded to fit our butts.  But if I can get a little lower…there we go.  A smile slowly curls my lips as I see him reflected in my over-sized rearview mirror.  Gotta love Dega and all the extra mirrors.  I swear I could sit here all afternoon while they work on the car as long as I get to watch him.  Lick my lips because right now he’s leaning against a stack of tires and…is it possible to lay down while standing up because that’s the only way to describe what he’s doing.

How the hell can he make yellow and red look so damn good?  It doesn’t matter what firesuit he pours himself into because to me he might as well be wearing nothing at all.  The way the material clings to every line of his body and moves with him it’s all I can do not to picture him naked and in my bed.  Shift in my seat again and this time it has nothing to do with getting a better view.  Tip the visor up on my helmet because I swear it’s getting a little steamy in here.  Watch as he tilts his head side to side to stretch his neck and how can a simple movement be so damn pornographic?  I swear right now he looks like a damn cat sunning himself in the yard and I guess he kinda is.  He is my Kitty after all.

All I had to do was spend one night with him to figure out all this sex appeal isn’t an act with him.  I swear to God the man is even sexy in his sleep.  How the fuck do you pull that off?  Maybe it’s because he’s so damn much like a cat, but there’s nothing unattractive about him even when he’s dead asleep.  No snoring, no drooling, noisy mouth breathing.  Hell no.  He’ll stretch out on the bed and make you wanna fuck him awake and then keep on ‘til you pass the fuck out.  I don’t know how he does it, but I know it’s not conscious, at least, not most of the time.

Turn in my seat so I can watch him out of the little mirror on the driver’s side A post when he turns to go talk to his crew chief.  He moves with the sleek grace of a predator and I know I’m lucky he hasn’t set his sights on me yet or there’d be no way I could climb out of this car for a long while.  I’m already half hard just watching him.  If he were to turn those sensual green eyes my way there’s no way I’d be able to control myself.  Hell, I can barely control myself now.

“Right, Junior?”

“Huh, what?”  Look up into my cousin’s eyes and it’s a good thing this helmet hides most of my face because I know I got to look like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar.  But how can I help it when he’s only one stall over looking hotter than hell?  Damn distracting Harvick.

“You said it was tight in one and two, right?”

Take the stylus for the portable computer they give me when we’re in the garage and outline exactly what he needs to know on a track graph.  Highlight the areas we need to fix and then shove the whole laptop out the window at him.  “That work?”  I know I’m probably being an ass and I shouldn’t have let myself get so caught up but it’s not every day you get to watch perfection unobserved.

“Yeah, yeah that’s perfect, June.  Thanks.”

Tony Jr moves away with his new source of information and I scan my mirrors again looking for the object of my desire.  Dammit, where did he go?  Look around the garage through the windshield and there he is a few stalls down talking to Bowyer.  Mirrors ain’t gonna do me a damn bit of good now.  Glance at the large digital clock over the crash cart and see it’s officially “lunch time.”  Works for me.  I’m ready for a damn break.  I’m gonna need one if I’m gonna have any chance at all of getting anything done this afternoon.

Slide out of the window then tug off my helmet and HANS device and leave them on the roof of the car.  “I’m gonna grab somethin’ to eat, Junior,” I call out to my cousin and he gives me a brief nod.  He’s still going over the notes I made on the laptop so they should be good without me for a little bit.  See that Kevin and Clint have made their way to the front of Clint’s car and smile.  I was hoping to duck the media for a bit and they just made it easier.  I can stay completely in the shelter of the garage and make my way over to him.

Cross the few stalls separating us and do something I don’t get to do very often.  Sneak up on him.  Shake my head at Clint when I catch his eye and thankfully he doesn’t give me away as I move right up behind Kevin.  Tilt my head and lean close to speak low right against his ear.  “You need to come with me.  Now.” 

The surprise is evident on his face as he turns around but it doesn’t take long for him to clue in.  Bastard always could read me like a damn book.  The slow smirk on his face tells me he knows what I’m wanting if not what I’m thinking and I don’t wait for an inquisition.  Turn as soon as I have his full intention and stalk straight through to the back of the garage and right into the bathroom.

I hear the door open and close behind me right before I hear his voice, “You know, Pookie, if you wanted some alone time all you had to do was a--”

Turn on him before he finishes his sentence and kiss him hard as I press him up against the door.  I saw a flash of surprise in his eyes right before I crushed my lips to his and I’m not surprised. I’m not usually one to be so impulsive.  But he’s been getting me all wound up for the past half hour and I’m long past taking my time.  Reach behind him to flip the lock on the door and I don’t give a damn who may or may not know what we’re doing.  I need to have him right now and he’s gonna know why.

“Fuck, Dale….”  His voice is husky as he gasps for breath and leans his head back against the door.  Kiss down the smooth column of his neck and bite him right where his Nomex undershirt covers his skin.  “Ohhhhhh shiiiiiiit, what the hell got into you?”

“I’m glad you asked.”  Pull back and lock my eyes with his and grin at the deep desire I see reflected back at me.  “Cuz I’m gonna show you.”

Pull him away from the door and drag him across the small bathroom over to the sink.  There’s a small mirror over it and it’ll do just fine for what I have in mind.  Pin him up against the sink and then reach around him to unzip his firesuit.  Open it up clear to his waist and tug it down sharply.  He sucks in a breath at my forcefulness and I really ought to do this more often because it’s such a rush to get him back on his heels.  Shove his Nomex under shirt up to expose his chest and run my hands over his skin.

“Just look at yourself.  You have any idea what you do to people?”  Bring both hands up to roll his hardened nipples between my fingers and flick my tongue against his ear.  “Walking around here lookin’ like nothin’ but sex.  You have any idea how distractin’ that is?”  Run my hands down his sides and shove his Nomex underwear down enough to wrap my hand around his cock.  “How the hell am I supposed to concentrate when all I can do is think about you lookin’ like this?”

“Oh God, Daaaaaaaaale.”  He’s leaning back against me and trembling as I run my hand over him and damn does he look hot.  I’ve been picturing him like this all fucking afternoon, all lost in want and need thanks to my touch.  I want him.  Fuck, do I ever want him.  And the best thing about my Kitty is he always wants me.

Suck at his neck as I use my free hand to unzip my own firesuit.  Free my aching cock and that’s when I see his head’s thrown back against my shoulder and his eyes are closed.  Oh, that ain’t right.  “Open your eyes, Kitty.  I want you to see how fucking hot you are.”  His eyes blink open and that’s when I shift behind him and slam hard into his ass just the way he loves.

His eyes go wide, his mouth forms an “O” and for an instant he can’t make a sound.  Rock my hips back to thrust inside him again and that breaks his paralysis as he lets out a long, low groan.  “That’s it, Kev.  Keep watchin’.  I want you to see how you look when I fuck you.”  He nods quickly and keeps his hooded eyes locked on our reflection as I slam into him hard and fast.  Watch a look of sheer ecstasy spread over his face as he bites his lip to stay quiet and wish I had the time to draw this out.  But there’s sneakin’ around under everyone’s noses and there’s pushin’ it too far and I know we’re right at the limit.

Tighten my hand around his cock and stroke him faster as I continue to pound his sweet ass.  He’s so damn hard in my hand and I know that look on his face.  I swear watchin’ him is better than any porno I’ve ever seen.  “Look at yourself, Kev.  Hot…sexy…on the edge.  Just lookin’ at you makes me wanna come.”  Nip at his neck glistening with sweat and purr against his ear.  “Now watch this.”

Wrap my arm tight around his waist as I piston my hips against his ass trying to get even deeper.  Fist him tight in my hand as I jerk him off rapidly and, oh fuck, there it is.  His eyes widen for a split second before he gasps and makes the most beautiful cry.  He’s still trying to be quiet but there’s only so much you can keep inside.  Feel him shudder hard and his eyes are locked on my hand as his warm essence spills over my fingers.  Stroke him through his ecstasy and the sight is almost more than I can take. 

Push him forward against the sink and pound him harder, faster until I’m echoing his cry from before.  I feel like my insides are exploding with pleasure as I pump into his ass a few more times and all I wanna do is bask in the bliss that is him.  Nuzzle against his shoulder as I slide a hand over his chest and gather him back up into my arms.  “You see it now?” I whisper against his ear.  “You see why you get me so damn wound up all the fuckin time?”

“Holy shit, Dale.”  He tilts his head back to rest on my shoulder again.  “You gotta tell me exactly what I did to bring that out in you.”  He shudders in my arms then turns his head to kiss my neck and I just smile.

“Was just you, Kev.  Just you being you.”  Hold him tight as I lean forward to turn on the water and rinse off my hand. 

“Mmmm then guess I need to find a way to be me more often.”

Chuckle softly at his words as I hug him tighter and I know I’m in for it now.  He could completely seduce me without even knowing it.  Now that he does there’s no question I’m gonna be in trouble.  But I can’t say I mind.  I’ve always been putty in his hands.  To be honest, I’m looking forward to whatever he’ll do to get be back cause if I know him, and I do, it’s gonna be damn good.

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