Lead Me into Temptation

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Summary: Control is an illusion

AUTHOR: Catw00man & Zippit
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
SERIES/SETTING: MBN Universe
CHARACTERS: Dale Earnahrdt Jr/Kevin Harvick, alternating POV
COMPLETED: November 22, 2009
WORDS: 9,545
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 - Cat: This thing has seriously been in the works for a very long time, but I still love it. I hope you enjoy it as much. These are our boys.
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Post Busch Race – Kansas Speedway – October 8th, 2005

Glance over at the guys loading up the hauler and wonder where the hell Martin is. I don’t know what his problem is. He didn’t even stop by to congratulate the team on a top 10 finish. He’s in the thick of the damn Championship with Bowyer breathing down his neck. He needed this. Maybe Josh is right about him. Maybe everything has gone to his head.

I figured I’d catch up with Martin here and we could go do something. A round of video games or maybe hit up some nearby restaurant. I didn’t expect him to not even show up...evidently he had some place better to be. See Josh walking my direction and shoot him a smile especially when I see him wiping his greasy hands on a rag. A dark streak across his red Bass Pro shirt makes him the Josh I know instead of the polished media representative he’s been the past two years. Poke at the streak once he’s standing beside me. “Dude.”

“What?” He flicks the rag at me lazily while a smile teases at his mouth.

“You’re supposed to stay CLEAN.” He shoots me a look that makes me laugh instantly. Josh ain’t the kind of dude you’d think would be managing the media obligations of an up and coming NASCAR star. He’s a big bear of a guy more suited to doing things than schmoozing sponsors. Some of that’s starting to show ‘cause lately Josh hasn’t been too happy with Martin. He keeps saying I should reconsider certain things about him, but I dunno. Maybe I just need to talk to him and straighten a few things out. Maybe we’re both making something out of nothing.

“Ain’t I allowed any fun?” He tries to smear the greasy rag against my sweatshirt but I sidestep him. “Loosen up, June.”

Smile slightly and smack his hand away when he keeps trying to get me covered in oil. “I’m loose. Just hanging with the boys. Nothin’ wrong with that is there?”

He arches an eyebrow and snorts. “This ain’t you. You’ve got plenty of other shit you should be doing instead of hanging around here.”

“Like what?”

“Thinking about tomorrow’s race? Or figuring out when the hell that birthday party of yours is.” He shoves my shoulder and earns himself one in return. He’s probably right. I should be doing all of that...instead of waiting for someone who apparently isn’t going to show.

“Got tired of sitting around. Was thinking I could whup Martin’s ass for some entertainment.” Shift my feet as I lean back against the side of the hauler and watch a media crew wander by looking for a story.

“I’ll send him your way if I see him.”

Catch the bite in his words which makes it clear he sees the bullshit in mine. I can’t deal with this shit right now. There’s only a couple more weeks left. They’ll get over whatever it is. “Thanks. There ain’t no hurry though. Should get going so you guys can get home.” Squeeze his shoulder then head back to the coach lot, ignoring his stare digging into my back.
  
 ~*~*~*~

Another Busch race and another wrecked racecar.

Shake my head and wander through the garage, stopping to watch the boys load up my 4th place car. I can’t believe Burney wrecked another one of our cars. Kick a stray lugnut and sigh softly as people rush by, but I hardly even notice. D was already in a rotten mood today. Losing another car is just gonna send her over the top.

Glance around and spot a stack of used tires against the wall and make my way over. Hop up on them and watch as the lift gate on the back of the hauler lowers to load my car, and wonder how long I can get away with hiding out in the garage. I don’t want to go back to my coach. I don’t want to argue about why I was the one who picked out Burney and gave him a shot. I honestly thought he could make it…he just, needs more time.

But that’s not going to happen. It’s hard enough to run the Busch and Truck teams, hard enough to find a sponsor for Ron, a proven champion. We don’t need to be footing the bill on a new car every week. Sigh and kick the pile of tires beneath me with my heel. We gave him a shot. Now it’s time to move on. I just wish it would be that easy…not that any of this is easy. 

She’ll make me fire him, all because I picked him out, and I couldn’t dread anything more. I get to single handedly crush his dreams after giving them to him barely a year ago. I wanted to help him. I wanted to try and repay all the good things people did for me, and now I get to take the world away. I really don’t need to listen to D remind me about how wrong I was. So I’m going to avoid her and the whole damn situation as long as I can.

Watch the boys push my 21 car on the ramp and see it slowly rise before they roll it into the hauler. It’s not going to be long before this place is deserted…and I’ll have no place to hide. Pull my hat down a little more and gaze through the garage, looking for a distraction when I finally spot my salvation.

Dale. Walking through the garage. Alone.

Maybe today doesn’t have to be such a rotten day after all?

~*~*~*~

I shouldn’t be letting this get to me. So what if Martin didn’t show up? It’s not like we have to spend every damn second together. But still, for him to completely disappear on his team like that…it ain’t right. Crease the bill of my hat then shove my hands deep into my pockets. My Adidas scuff along the concrete and I wonder if he didn’t show because of me. I know he’s still pissed about the dreams I’ve been having, but it’s no reason to bail on his team. 

Who am I kidding? His team didn’t need him there to load up his car. Sure it’d be nice for him to be around, but it’s not expected. Maybe Josh is right. Maybe I’m expecting too much out of him. But he doesn’t know him the way I do. He doesn’t understand how good it is to be with someone who actually cares about me. So what if it’s not perfect? When has my life ever been perfect?

“Hey...Earnhardt. How’d your Yankee boy do?”

Harvick? Oh, shit. The one person I really don’t need to see right now. Stop and take a breath before turning to face him and, shit, how can he look so damn good just sitting on a stack of tires? Wet my lips as I run my eyes over him. He’s still wearing that Reese’s melt in your mouth orange firesuit and there must be truth in advertising because I’m suddenly craving chocolate. Take a few steps toward him and call back, “He did fine. Finished 9th and gained some points on Bowyer. Where’d you end up?”

He shoots me a surprised look and stretches, for my benefit I’m sure, then leans back against the garage wall. “What? I thought you liked orange?” A slow smirk curls his lips as puts one hand behind his head and reclines back a little more. “Did you really miss me getting 4th?”

Take a step closer to him without realizing it and shake my head. “Sure I like orange. Doesn’t mean I have to pay attention to every orange thing that goes flying by.” The tire stack he’s on almost makes him eye level with me and somehow he draws me in until I’m putting my hand on the wall beside him, leaning closer than I should. My voice lowers and the words slip right off my tongue, “Or are you saying orange makes me easy?”

A sultry smirk spreads across his face and I know I’m in for it now. I can feel his eyes undressing me from behind his sunglasses and it’s suddenly gotten ten degrees hotter. “When I’m done with you, you won’t be easy for anyone but me.”

“That so?” Swallow hard and a myriad of images from my dreams flash before my eyes. I know I should back away. But I don’t. I never do. Reach out and trace a finger over the Reese’s logo on his stomach and wet my lips. It’s just a game. It’s always been just a game. “So, you have any of that chocolate on you?”

He sits up a bit and pats himself down as if he’s really looking for some, but never once does he stop looking at me. “Should’ve let me know sooner, Earnhardt. I’d have started carrying some around just for you.” Oh, I bet he would. And I could just imagine him, covered in chocolate…. “Dunno how well they’d make it through a race though…unless you like a chocolate mess.”

Suck in a breath when he all but reads my mind, and when did he get so damn close? Take a shaky step back and try to get the image of him naked and covered in chocolate out of my mind. The way he’s grinning, he knows exactly what he’s doing to me and I need to change the subject. Fast. “So, hey, how did your boy do?”

I know I’ve said the wrong thing the instant the words are out of my mouth. He looks away, face hardening as he lets out a soft sigh and I try to remember, did Burney even finish the race? He reaches up to adjust his sunglasses and the answer’s obvious before he even says a word. “Wish the kid was doing better. I really…don’t think this is gonna work out.”

Grimace and shake my head because I’ve been there. At least, I almost was. I didn’t have a sponsor for Martin ‘til after his first win last year. If Bass Pro hadn’t come on when they did we probably wouldn’t have made it through the season. “Sorry to hear it,” I mumble, but the words aren’t enough and I know it. Sometimes we forget at the end of the day this sport really is all about money. And it sucks. Stare down at the ground and lightly kick his foot with my own. “Sponsorship can be a real bitch.”

“Are you playing footsie with me, Earnhardt?”

“…what?” I shoulda known better. Nothing ever keeps him down for long, not even a bad race. Raise my head to see him grinning again and I match it with one of my own. “So what if I am?” I ask and kick his foot once more.

His grin turns mischievous and I know I’m in trouble. He wets his lips and my eyes are drawn to them as he stretches back to lean against the wall like before. His firesuit is fucking clinging to him in all the right ways and I shift on my feet as the temperature rises again. ”Plenty of better places to play ‘footsie,’ Dale.”

Fuck. How does he always draw me in like this? Toy with the bottom of my sweatshirt and I should put an end to this. But I can’t. I like what I’m seeing too much. Still, it’s not like I’m his for that taking, no matter how hot he gets me. “I ain’t that easy. Not for just anyone.”

“Ooooh, but orange makes you easy doesn’t it?” He slowly slides a hand down his chest and I swear he fucking purrs. “And look what I’m wearing. You saying you can turn this down?” The slow smile that spreads across his face is nothing but pure sin and I know what I should say. I should tell him I don’t want him, that I never have. But, fuck, we’d both know it’s a lie.

He slides off the tire stack, stalks towards me, and I’m paralyzed by the web of sensuality he weaves without so much as a word. Heat pulses through me as he ghosts a hand up my arm and I see myself reflected in his sunglasses, eyes blown wide, lips slightly parted, and completely helpless as he leans in close. “Can you deny me?”

Bite my tongue to keep words from flowing past my lips and stifle a moan. Take a deep breath to regain my senses but know I’ve made a mistake because now I can smell him. Exhaust fumes, smoke, burnt rubber, and what several hours in a racecar does to us and he wears it like seductive cologne. Force myself to take another step back but it doesn’t matter, he knows what he’s doing to me.

“Don’t you have somewhere you need to be?” My voice has gotten huskier than I intend, but I can’t help it. Not when I’m remembering the way he looked with his firesuit down around his ankles and my legs thrown over his shoulders as he fucked me…ah shit. I’m so screwed.

“Nope. Nowhere at all.” He closes the distance between us again and a part of me is waiting for the distraction that usually comes when we get this close. But somehow we’re all alone in the damn garage. Weren’t his guys just here putting up the car? Shit, it’s too much like that one dream--. “What about you, Dale? Got someone….” He clears his throat and I can feel his breath against the side of my face, “something, to do?”

Close my eyes and swallow hard because there’s no hiding my body’s reaction to him. Bastard. I know I’m going to pay for this, but what do I really have to lose? “No. I don’t. Was just heading back to the bus for the night.”

“So what’re you saying, June? You wanting some company?” My eyes snap open at his blatant self invite and I can’t seem to say no. Look at him, so eager and wanting, and I realize I don’t want to say no. He just wants to spend some time with me. I mean, it’s not like I’m inviting him into my bed.

“Sure, why not.” I may end up regretting this, but I’m finding it hard to care. So what if Kev and I hang out for a while? We’ve been friends for fucking years. Why should I have to spend the night alone, bored out of my mind, and feeling guilty over something I didn’t even do? 

“Lead the way, Rockstar.” 

“Rockstar?” Look over to see him grinning broadly and I shake my head. Sometimes he’s too much. “Since when am I a rockstar? Have the fumes gone to your head?” Turn for the motorcoach lot and he falls into step beside me. “So, you wanting to get cleaned up first or anything?”

“Why, Earnhardt, are you saying I smell?” Chuckle at him and give him a shove but somehow he ends up even closer to me as we reach my coach. “I’d be more than happy to go get cleaned up...but after Burney’s run...don’t you realize you’d be sending me into the lion’s den?” He slips between my coach and the next and reaches up to pull off his shades. Bewitching emerald eyes lock with mine and I don’t stand a chance. “Now that’s not something you’d do to a friend, right, Dale?”

His lowered voice is full of all sorts of dirty promises, and I don’t care. It’s been so long since anyone’s looked at me with this much desire and want and I don’t want it to end. Not yet. “C’mon then. You can use my shower.” Step into his space, close enough that his eyes widen slightly, and reach around him to open my coach. Lock my eyes with his as I move to slide around him and I can’t hold back anymore. I want to touch him, to tease him like he’s always doing me. Pretend to stumble and catch myself with my hand splayed across his stomach. Curl my fingers slowly and bring them teasingly towards his groin before regaining my footing. “If you’re lucky I might even feed you.”

Pull away from him and grin as I climb inside. It’s not often I get to turn the tables on him and I’m going to relish that look of shock mixed with desire written all over his face for a while. We’ve been playing this game for years, so much give and take. Time to see if he really is more than just talk.

~*~*~*~

Blink as he climbs inside and slowly shake my head. What. The hell. Was that? He doesn’t usually get that touchy feely. A slow grin crosses my face and a fresh rush of heat pulses through me. He also doesn’t usually invite me into his coach, alone, and I can’t help but wonder why. Maybe there is trouble in paradise. Shake off my surprise and follow him inside. “Mmmm, I always did love southern hospitality.” Lick my lips as I glance around the room, taking in the black furnishings that are so him, until my eyes lock on the only thing in the world that matters to me right now.

Him.

And it’s all I can do to contain myself.

Move close to him, hand brushing against his hip in silent retaliation for his blatant teasing touch from before. Still my hand for just a moment as I lean even closer, my voice a sultry caress against his ear,”You know…I could always use some company in the shower.” Lick my lips slowly before I continue. ”An extra set of hands could definitely come in handy….”

Feel him shiver at my words and gaze at him through hooded eyes. He bites his lip, sucking on it lightly, and I swear he couldn’t be sexier. Fuck Earnhardt…I’d be more than happy to bite that lip and anything else you want me to. Eyes lock with mine and I’m still waiting for him to push me away, but instead he just shoves his hands in his pockets and leans…closer? I swear if he says he’ll join me….

“Mmmm, you really think I should?” His eyes drift down to look at my lips for a moment and my breath catches in my throat. I can’t believe he’s being this aggressive. He’s teased me back before but this…fuck. “You’re a dirty boy right now and I don’t know where you’ve been.” 

Eyes widen but I quickly regain my bearings. Oh baby, I could show you dirty little things the likes of which you’ve never even dreamed…. And maybe someday soon I will. But not now. Not when he’s slowly pulling back and chuckling nervously. He’s still a little unsure, and when I finally do have him, he won’t be unsure of anything.

“Let me get food started and maybe I’ll consider it,” he tells me with a wink and honestly…that’s exactly what I want him to do. Consider it. Think about it. And with the stiff-legged way he walks toward the fridge…I’m betting he already is.

And I want him to think about it even more.

Slowly unzip my firesuit, the sound seeming louder than it should be in the silence of the coach and I don’t miss the way his back straightens. Oh yeah baby, think about me. Think about me naked and wet in your shower. Drop my arms to my sides and shake out of the top of my firesuit until it hangs to my waist. “Think about it….” I purr teasingly. Run my hand over my chest as I watch him, feeling my own desire grow before turning to head down the short hall. “You know where to find me.”

And, oh God, I wish he would. Hell, the thought has me growing harder and harder with every step I take until finally I’m in his bathroom, with his things and I can’t get undressed fast enough.

Pull my fire proof shirt over my head and drop it to the floor, not missing the way the thick fabric caresses my overheated skin. Fuck, how can just being in his coach turn me on so fucking much? Toe out of my racing shoes and start to kick out of my firesuit when it hits me. What if this isn’t all “his” stuff? What if some of it belongs to…the rookie?

Growl soft under my breath as I suddenly need to know, need to understand why I’m the one climbing into his shower and not his Yankee protégé. Was I reading everything wrong? Is Truex going to be “joining us for dinner?”

Eyes narrow and I scan the sink, taking stock, as I kick my firesuit aside. Two bottles of cologne. Reach for the one that isn’t Drakkar and pull the lid off. Take a whiff and practically throw it back to the counter when I immediately know it’s not one he’s ever worn. Ok, so, the boy has cologne…where’s his toothbrush?

Snoop around a little more and pull open the medicine cabinet. Rummage around until I finally come across a tube of hair gel I know can’t possibly be June’s and a toothbrush…that doesn’t seem to have been used for a while. A slow grin crosses my face as I shove everything back inside before turning to his shower and the throbbing between my legs seems to intensify. I swear I’m never gonna get out of here alive.

Move to the shower, turning it on as hot as it will go and strip out of my Nomex underwear as fast as I can. Slide inside before it’s even completely hot and it hits me that this is where he takes his showers. Hell, he was probably naked, right here, earlier today…and I can’t get the thought out of my head.

Dale, standing under the hot and steamy spray, rivulets of water running down his pale, hard chest. Dale, covered in soap, body all slick and hot to the touch. Hands run down my chest, over my stomach of their own accord and I can’t stop the throaty moan from slipping from my lips. “Fuuuuuck….”

Grab the soap and slide it over my heated skin and I can’t remember the last time I’ve been so turned on, but I know it had to have involved him. A wet dream, a fantasy, I don’t know and I don’t even care. It’s all about him. Fucking hell, it’s always about him. 

It’s the way he walks through the garage with a swagger I don’t think he’s aware of. It’s the sweet, silky southern accent that turns my insides to mush anytime I happen to hear him. Hell, he could be talking about overhauling his truck or how Killer pissed on the rug and it still just makes me want to slam him against the nearest wall and kiss him senseless. God, I just love the way he’ll lounge against the wall in the garage and chew the inside of his cheek, so lost in thought the whole damn world could collapse around him and I bet he wouldn’t even notice. 

Fuck…if he could just notice me….

Hand slides around my throbbing hard cock and I can’t stop the shivers of desire that run through me because it’s his hand that runs over me, his arm that wraps around and holds me tight. Fuck, his hard cock that presses into my back and I can already feel myself shudder. Can’t hold back. Don’t want to hold back.

“Daaaaaaaaale…fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck….”

***Slam***

Jump suddenly, eyes snapping open and I’m still panting hard from my latest fantasy. Tremble as I stroke myself through my release, and turn my head to look towards the frosted shower door as my mind finally processes what just happened. The door. That was the sound of the bathroom door.

Fuck. He was here. He must’ve heard…. 

Smirk slowly as I move more into the hot spray, hands running over my still shaky body to finally clean myself up. I can only imagine what he must’ve seen and I can’t help but wonder…if he liked what he saw. 

~*~*~*~

I…didn’t expect to walk in on that. Hell, I knew he wanted me. He’s always acted like he wanted me, but to hear him…. Reach down to adjust myself and hiss when I can’t find a comfortable position. It’s just adding fuel to the fire. Fuel I don’t know if I can resist because I can’t get his silhouette out of my mind. The sound of his voice pitched low as he thrust into his hand, searching for that one touch to send him over the edge. Shudder and press hard against the counter for a moment.

We’ve flirted for years. I know exactly what he’d love to do to me and more recently, I’ve lived it in my dreams. But this ain’t no dream. He’s here in my shower, my name on his lips, and nothing between us but my will. Check the pasta I tossed into the pot before I went to grab Kev some clothes. Should be done about the same time he gets out of the shower. I’m trying not to think but the noise of the shower distracts me with thoughts of him naked and wet and all ready for…me. 

What’s he doing? Is he done? Going for another round? Gonna pad out here in nothing just to fucking tempt me and damn am I more than tempted already. Lick my lips and pace in front of the stove. I’m never going to get the image of him leaned against the wall, his head thrown back as my name fell from his lips out of my head. It’s gonna add more fuel to the fire, make my dreams even hotter, while I fight down the desire to know what it’s like to give in and find out if the truth is better than the fiction. But I can’t give in. I’ve got plenty of reasons not to and they all start with Martin. Add the Alfredo sauce to the two plates of pasta and when I lick the spoon my mind wanders in a direction it shouldn’t. Taste the smooth cream of the Alfredo and wonder what Kev tastes like…all hot and desperate. He’s gotta be more responsive than Martin….

Shake my head and grab silverware from the drawer. Stop thinking about it. I’m just giving him an advantage. Don’t matter how much I want that raw combustion of feeling again. I’m still with Martin. I should end this thing between me and Kev. Don’t wanna be the stupid dickhead that goes around cheating. Mix the pasta a bit more then carry both plates over to the table, sliding into a seat to eat. I won’t do that to Martin. I won’t prove his fears right. I’m with him and just friends with Kev. End of story.

Take a minute to find a comfortable position but give up after a few tries. I really need to get fucking laid. This was never a goddamn problem when I was getting some. I could play around with Kev then take it out on whoever the hell I was with. Pull at my jeans, their tight confines not what I need right now. Twirl a fork in the pasta so I can take a bite and damn, that’s why I love this sauce. Flip the T.V. on to SportsCenter while I keep eating, determined to keep my thoughts off Kev and that shower.

Get lost in football stats and random sports coverage I don’t give a shit about until he saunters into my field of view with a towel barely clinging to his hips. My fork clicks onto my plate. Dammit, he’s not even dry. Lick my lips and watch the slow, trickling path of a droplet slide down his chest right past a glint of silver? Holy shit, is that a nipple ring? 

Swallow hard and shift on the built-in table bench, bending both legs up to hide my obvious reaction to him. The air feels like it’s warming up around me and I can’t get enough to breathe. I wonder how he’d react if I flicked my finger against that smooth metal ring? Would he scream? How sensitive is he? Or would he nail me to the floor?

He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. The gleam in his eyes gives him away as he moves to stand in front of me, one hand resting on the table and the other on the back of the bench seat as he leans forward until we’re breathing the same air. My eyes trail over his chest and I itch to touch, but instead I curl my hands around the edges of my plate. My gaze slides lower, lower to the slowly loosening knot of the towel at his waist. Oh god…stifle a moan by biting my tongue as I wanna know, I wanna know what he really looks like naked.

I wanna know what it’s like to slide my hands over him, to feel what I can do by playing with that ring, what slipping a finger around it and tugging would do to him. I’m so hard it’s almost painful, damn him. There ain’t nobody else that can do this to me. I could pull him against me with a hand against the back of his neck, wrap my legs around his waist, and buck up against him. Then I just know those glittering green eyes would consume me as he strips me bare and slams inside me without any hesitation. Just like in my dreams and God help me I’d welcome it. Welcome the torrent of raw, unleashed emotion cascading over me, sweeping me along. I could have it, could start it, and I…want it.

Lick my lips and fight to not give in. The heat’s building, stroking the blanket of want coating my skin. Fuck…stroking, what I’d give to be stroking him or for him to be stroking me. Or hell, better yet him stroking me as he’s fucking me to pieces. Raise my eyes to him and lose myself in the spiral of gold flecks in his eyes.

“Your food’s getting cold, Earnhardt.” He steals the fork from my plate and scoops up a bite which he holds against my lips. I take the offered food, the fork sliding slowly from between my lips while I get more and more intoxicated by his closeness. He brushes the tines of the fork across my lips, coating them with Alfredo sauce then sets the plate aside. Hear the soft clatter against the tabletop but I’m too mesmerized by him to do more than wonder at what he’s doing. Part my lips slightly to lick the sauce off, but before I can he leans in even closer and does it for me.

My senses scatter then narrow to focus on the lightest touch of his lips against mine. Tremble and moan soft as I stare into his eyes so very close. He takes his sweet time sweeping every drop of sauce from my lips, but the moment I reach for him he steps back. Lean forward and whimper at the loss of his heat . “Mmm, so you got a plate of that for me?”

What? What’s he talking about? Plate of what? Food? He’s thinking about food when all I want is to drag him close and kiss him so hard he forgets about anything, but the press of skin against skin? I vaguely wave toward the kitchen counter, mumbling, “Over there, somewhere.” Run a hand through my hair as I look up and he’s still looking at me though he’s moved back. There’s a smirk on his lips that only widens when he trails his gaze down to the noticeable bulge in my jeans. Shift under his stare ’cause there’s no way to hide my desire. Doesn’t help either that I feel ready to combust. “Umm…you look clean.” Feel the blush creep up my neck and hell, could you have sounded more stupid, Earnhardt?

“Could’ve been cleaner. A second pair of hands would’ve been helpful,” he says over his shoulder when he moves to snag the plate of pasta I left out for him. Trail my gaze over his back and stare at the tattoo on his left shoulder. Always, always full of surprises so why does the fact he has a tattoo surprise me? Bite my lip when he slides into the seat on the other side and stretches out his legs. He’s effectively cut me off from escaping, the bastard. Shoot him a dirty glare before grabbing my plate again to finish what’s left.

The silence settles meaningful between us while the unspoken tension tightens the air with expectation...I shouldn’t be feeling. His gaze tickles along my skin because with every bite of food he lets it linger on someplace new. Flick my gaze to the side when he crosses his ankles and wonder what would happen if I traced my hand up along his leg. Two can play at this game. 

Look to him again when he purrs, “You’re not a half bad cook. Compared to what I’m used to from the queen bitch, this is heaven.” My gaze trails down to his lips when he slides a forkful of Alfredo into his mouth and takes his sweet time in sweeping the sauce from his lips. Shift my legs to alleviate the throbbing in my groin to no avail. The dancing flecks in his eyes tell me he didn’t miss the movement.

Lean back in my seat, stretching my arms, then place my hand near his feet. “That mean I should start cooking extra and expect you to stop by for meals?” Let’s see how far you’re willing to play, Harvick. Gently walk my fingers up the side of his foot until I slide my hand around his ankle in a loose grip, my thumb ghosting against his skin. I give him a slow smile as I watch surprise flicker to desire then a slowly building fire in his eyes. 

“You offering? ’Cause if you cook like this all the time, you have a customer for life.” He flips his fork to grip it better while he sucks on the tines and his eyes tell me all the deliciously sinful things he’d love to do to me. Resist the temptation to watch his lips because right now I have the upper hand and I’m not losing it.

“Breakfast, lunch, and dinner? Though you should know I don’t normally do breakfast. Ain’t worth it.” Shift my hand, my thumb sliding over his ankle to nestle in the faint dip there and give him a slow smile when I feel the racing pulse. He’s lost all pretense in paying attention to his plate and his whole attention’s locked on me. 

“That right? You don’t like breakfast? I know a few ways I could make you enjoy it.” Somehow from his tone and the look in his eyes images of just how he would go about that flash before my eyes. Writhing bodies between the sheets as he slams into me as my morning wake up call, not letting me up until I’ve screamed his name more than once or something salty nudging my lips which I’ll drink down hungrily until we’re both begging for more. Bite my lip and slide my thumb along the sole of his foot again, relishing the shiver of desire that there’s no hiding from me. 

~*~*~*~

“I’d like to see you put your money where your mouth is, Harvick.”

Suck in a breath to try and suppress the shiver that runs through me as he slides his thumb along the inside of my foot again. Fuckin’ hell, I never knew “footsie” could be so damn erotic. But when it’s Dale’s hands that are on me I think anything could be erotic. Lick my lips slowly as he watches for my response and pause another beat, letting the tension build. I’m already surprised he’s let me escalate the flirting the way he has. I’m even more surprised he’s playing along. He must be more hard up than I thought.

“I have a feeling it’s not my money you’re interested in, Earnhardt.” Turn my foot slightly to the left, brushing it against his palm and I swear it sends lightning bolts of desire straight up my leg and into my groin. I’m already getting hard for him again but that’s no surprise. I swear, if he’d let me I’d pound him all fucking day without a break. Anything to finally be able to touch that forbidden, alabaster skin. “I’d be more than willing to show you my version of a wakeup call, though, I doubt you could handle it.”

“I can handle more than you can imagine.” Lips part as I watch him wet his and I swear I could take my pulse with my cock. I know he’s only being a tease. I know he’s wasting his time on that stupid Yankee prick that from what I hear doesn’t even put out. Oh, I’d put out, Dale. Holy hell would I ever put out for you. Uncross my ankles and spread my legs slightly, releasing a little pressure and giving him a silent invitation I’m sure he won’t accept…yet. He’s already on the downhill slide. All I have to do is take my time, keep from scaring him off and I’ll be banging his ass against the wall by sunset. Fucking hell, can this really be happening? 

“You don’t know even half of what I’m capable of,” I purr back at him and slide down a little more in the seat, spreading my legs wider until one is pressed up against his thigh. The towel around my waist has completely ridden up and if he cared to look, which I have no doubt he would, he’d get more than an eyeful. But he’s still holding back…just a little and I can’t wait to see how far I can push this. 

“Oh, I think I have an idea.” Watch a slow crooked smirk cross his lips and gasp at the bolt of desire it sends straight to my cock. What I’d give to have that sweet, sexy mouth wrapped around me. I have no doubt he gives amazing head. A mouth like that couldn’t do any less than suck your brains out through your dick. Fuuuuuuck, there really is no way I’m getting out of here alive, or at least not without a piece of him first. Trail my finger along the edge of my plate then bring it to my lips to suck off the thick, creamy sauce that I wish was an entirely different delicacy.

See his eyes dilate at my actions and I deliberately make a show of sucking my finger deeper into my mouth without ever breaking eye contact. Slide my tongue over my skin but in my mind I’m only tasting him, hot and salty all at once. I have no doubt just the taste of him could send me spiraling and I need it so damn much. Slowly pull my finger from my mouth, watching his chest rise and fall heavier until slow, southern words cause me to catch my breath. “You really do put on quite a show…especially when you’re all we-t.”

Groan softly under my breath when he emphasizes the “t” sound and I know without a doubt he was watching me in the shower. Fucking hell, he should’ve come on in. He wants a show I’d be more than happy to jerk off for him right here…though I really could think of a lot better performances we could manage together. Just the thought of spreading him out on this table has already got me burning with desire the likes of which I’ve never known. I thought I wanted him before…but now that he’s actually looking at me and seeing me I want him more than anything else in this world. Come hell or high water I swear he will be mine.

“I knew you’d like to watch,” I tell him with a wink and don’t miss his shiver or the way he can’t sit still in his seat. He’s probably hard enough to pound straight through the table but still he’s holding his ground, even as his hand slowly creeps up my calf. Stare at him a little longer and as much as he wants me I know he’s not going to make any more of a move than he already has. So…if he likes to watch…maybe I should give him something to watch.

Hands on either side of me I push myself up higher in the seat and pull my legs down, but not before shifting my left foot over to “accidentally” brush across his groin. He sucks in a sharp breath, gripping the end of the table tight, and holy fuck he’s harder and bigger than I thought. Dammit, I’d give anything for him to bang me raw right here, bend me over, slam into me so hard until it hurts so good I scream the place down. He couldn’t possibly fuck me hard enough but I’d give anything for him to try. Right now all I want to do is vault over the table and attack the living hell out of him. But I can’t. Not yet. Not until he’s begging for it.

Reach down to grab my towel but I don’t adjust it until I slide out of the bench seat. Make sure to flash him a bit of skin, just short of the “full monty,” and then secure it around my waist. Shoot him a long, lingering look and then lean over the table to grab his plate, my lips almost brushing his as I ask, “Mind if I get this for you?” Just as I expect he’s not quite up to forming words so I grab both plates and slowly pull back, trying to make my each and every movement a slow seductive dance all for him. 

I feel his eyes burn over me as I move to the sink and make a production of washing the plates, just so I can show off. I know I look good and I know he wants me so bad he can taste it. I could smell it on him when I leaned close. But I want more from him than just a quick fuck. He’s been a fucking dream of mine for so long I’m not gonna squander this. I’m gonna make sure I’m the best damn lay he’s ever had in his life and make fucking sure that stupid prick of a driver he has will never be able to live up to me. I’ll ruin him with just my touch, searing myself into his memory until no one will be able to touch him without him remembering what it was like to be with me. If I only get one shot, I’m gonna make fucking sure it’s a good one.

Cut off the water and turn back around to look at him, a little disappointed that he didn’t come after me. The whole time I had my back to him I was silently praying he’d come up behind me, tear off my towel and bend me over. He has to know I wouldn’t mind. I’ve been practically naked almost since I walked into his coach. He’s gotta know I’m not kidding around. But instead there he is sitting in a stew of sexual frustration that I know has got to have him ready to burst. Shoot him a smirk and watch him jump when I finally speak in my most seductive voice, “So…should I go get dressed…or did you wanna, maybe, move to the couch to relax?”

His eyes instantly turn up to mine and steal my breath with the unabashed need and desire that’s reflected back at me. I’m beginning to wonder if he even can get up, but then he surprises me by doing just that with a hell of a lot more grace than I expected from him. Watch him seem to glide across the small space, completely unashamed of the raging hard-on that’s blatantly obvious in his pants. Now it’s my turn to drool as he drops down on the middle of the couch, legs spread wide as he undoes the top button of his jeans then rests his arms on the back of the couch to either side of him. Fucking hell.  There’s no question what he wants and I’m more than willing to be his whore.

“What’s wrong, Kev? Get shy?” he teases me and it takes a moment to get my limbs to move. I know without looking that the towel is tented at my waist but I don’t care. He saw me in the shower, he knows how much I want him. What’s the point in denying it now? Fuck, how many years, how much banter and teasing has lead up to this moment? I couldn’t even guess. All I know is I’ve wanted him since I first laid eyes on him and now I’m gonna get him.

Saunter across the room, letting the towel ride low on my hips and then move to sit next to him, but I don’t. Instead I turn at just the last minute so my arms are on either side of him on the back of the couch, hands just underneath the hot skin of his biceps. Hover over him, just a hair’s breadth from pressing full against him and shoot him my sexiest grin. “Shy isn’t a word that describes me, Dale. And I’m about to show you why.”

Breathe against his ear and feel him tremble hard even though I know he’s trying to hold it back. Lick the tender skin along the side of his neck then suck his earlobe into my mouth, the taste of his skin almost enough to send me to my knees. But I hold firm, the low moan at my ear enough to let me know he’s not going to be pushing me away anytime soon. Lean even closer, so my chest just brushes against him and almost combust at the touch. Grip the back of the couch even tighter and then tongue random patterns down the side of his neck.

“Fuuuuuuck, Kev,” he groans low and I can’t help but whimper soft when I hear my name on his lips. How long have I waited? How long have I wanted this? And why the hell am I still holding back? Let go of the couch and then claw my hands down his chest, nails scratching at him through his sweatshirt and suck at the base of his neck. He bucks up against me and I use that moment to grip the waistband of his unbuttoned jeans and tear them open. Swallow his moan with a deep, hot kiss then slide down his body as I tear at the denim and boxers underneath. I need him and I need him now.

Jerk his jeans and boxers down to his knees when he bucks up again and I don’t waste another moment. Intercept his hard cock with my mouth and take him completely down my throat, trying to deep throat him better than anyone he’s ever had. That’s right, Earnhardt. You ain’t seen nothing yet.

~*~*~*~

It’s pleasure and sin and everything I’ve ever needed wrapped into one. The scratch of his teeth is just hard enough but not too hard. Ohgodohgodohgod, I need him. I need this. Whimper low and thread my hand through his hair, writhing hard under him. Gasp low and thrust hard into his mouth and he takes it all. Fuck...ain’t no one...not in a damn long time. Claw at his shoulders with my other hand and yesyesyes.... Pleasure, perfection, need. Look down into intense, green eyes. Fuuuuuuuuuck. Throw my head back and scream. It’s already coming too soon. I don’t want it to. I need more, please more.

Cry out again, hips jerking roughly off the couch as I come with a shout. Don’t fucking care, just need more, need this. Look down again, his head still buried between my legs and those eyes pull me in completely. I know, I just know, he could take care of that damn ache inside me. Shudder into his touch when he strokes his fingers along the inside of my thigh and the need flares bright and blinding once again. It’s more than I ever expected. Maybe it’s ’cause I’ve been without for so long. But I know better. It’s ‘cause it’s him. No one else could.... 

Whimper low when he gives my cock a lick and push further into his sinful mouth. His mouth, I didn’t get to enjoy nearly as long as I should’ve. How long has it been since I’ve had a decent, forget shattering, blowjob? Too damn fucking long. Martin ain’t no Harvick. And what’s Harvick got to think of me? Coming in two seconds flat like a fucking virgin. Knowing him...he probably takes it as a point of pride. Hell, if he had the chance, he’d be my first and make himself my only. It almost makes me wish we hadn’t been living on opposite coasts at the time. Jump when he rakes his nails across my stomach, ‘cause of course he’s not done. Then he pulls my legs over his shoulder and wastes no time in thrusting his tongue inside my ass.

Moan low and nearly writhe off the couch, hands clutching at the seat cushions to keep a hold of my sanity. Fucking. Shit. I’ve taken plenty of walks on the wild side and it takes a certain kind of person.... Whimper and writhe, grinding down against his tongue desperately. Don’t know how he knows just the right way to do that, but fuuuuuuuuuuck don’t stop. Twist the cushions between my hands and enjoy the ride. Too far gone to protest and why the hell would I want to? I want this. I want more. I want everything he’s always offered.   

Cry out his name repeatedly as he does things to me I’ve never experienced. He’s so damn good and why the fuck did we never get together before now? Fist my hand in his hair and try to pull him back because I don’t want this to end so soon again. Whine low when he finally pulls back to shoot me this smirk that makes me hard again instantly. “You like that, Earnhardt?” 

Nod mutely and drag him up for a hard kiss. Pull him up onto the couch beside me and shove him down against the end as I crawl into his lap and straddle him. Mmmm, the firm feel of his lips against mine, the way his body moves up to meet me, everything about him makes me need this even more than I already did. I’m weak. I’m human and I want to be fucked, to fuck. There’s waiting and there’s fucking torture. Martin doesn’t know any better but he sucks in bed. It’s not his fault but being drunk every single fucking time we’ve done anything doesn’t help either. I knew what I was settling for with Martin but goddamnit, I need what Kev’s offering so damn willingly.

Grind down against Kev just to hear him gasp and have him clutch at me more. Smile slow at him and lean down to nip at his lips lightly before kissing down his chest. Feel his hands tug at my sweatshirt and hear him growl low as he rips it off me. Yeah, give it to me. Want it all. No holding back. There ain’t no time but the present. Let’s make sure we go out screaming. Rub my body lightly over his as I work my way downwards in barely there kisses. I wonder if this is anything like those films he’s got on that reel in his head. Kiss down between his legs, mimicking his actions by scratching down his legs. Waste of a good shower but I don’t think he minds. Nip at the crease of his thigh before I slide my lips slowly over the head of his cock. A choked off gasp comes from him and I look to see his eyes slide closed even as he fights it. 

Yeah, that’s right. I’m a rockstar. Let me show you how rockstars really party.  

~*~*~*~

Oh, holy FUCK!  Sweet wet heat, shit I need more, so much more.  Throw my head back and try to push further into his mouth but he’s not having any of it.  Fucking hell, who knew Earnhardt would take his time?  Feel his tongue swirl around the tip of my cock and I swear part of me already wants to combust.  I can still taste him on my lips and shit, I’ve wanted this for so damn long.  Grip his shoulders tighter and try to tug him down more when I suddenly hear…music?  Is that 3 Doors Down?  I’ve heard of hearing “bells” but not songs.  Am I fucking losing it?  What the hell?  Why is he pulling away?

“Fuck.”

Open my eyes when he curses and I can hardly believe what I’m seeing.  He is not reaching for his phone.  You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.  Not now.  Not when I’m so fucking close.  This is supposed to be my time.  All of this is supposed to be about me.  All the seduction.  All the fucking build up between us and he’s gonna answer his goddamned PHONE?

“Martin, yeah, what is it?”

Eyes widen even more when I realize it’s fucking Truex.  How dare he take his call when he’s supposed to be blowing me?  Obviously the boy isn’t getting it done with how fast I got June off.  He acted like he hadn’t been laid in months.  Why the fuck would he be taking a call now?  Oh, that’s it.  This comes to an end right now.  Lean up on the couch to remind him what he’s supposed to be doing but as I reach for him his words stop me cold.

“Nothing.  Just grabbing a bite to eat, ok?”

Nothing.  Of course I’m nothing.  What the hell was I thinking?  Watch him turn away to focus on his “call” and I see nothing but red.  How dare the sonuvabitch think I’m just gonna sit here while he makes small talk with his boy.  I don’t wait for anyone.  Not even him.  Slide down the couch and hardly notice his raised voice as I snatch up my firesuit I dropped by the door earlier.  Shimmy into it as fast as I can and D better be over her moodiness by now.  I’m not gonna be left wanting and since Wonderboy has his little thing about not fucking around with me at the track she better be in a better mood.  I finished well.  I should be rewarded.

“What are you talking about, Martin?  I didn’t tell him to do that!  Would you-would you just fucking stop for a minute?”

Sounds like trouble in paradise and I don’t give a shit.  Tug on my shoes, grab my Nomex underclothes and push off the couch.  He wants the boy, he can have the fucking boy.  I’d like to see that Yankee bastard even come close to giving head like I do.  One look at how easy it was to get June off I know he hasn’t gotten anything like me in a long time, if ever.  I wonder if the idiot has even fucked him at all.  Oh, June’ll be back.  There’s no fucking doubting that.  He wants me and he’ll be back.  But I’m not gonna stand around here and be second place.  Not for anyone.

“Martin, hang on a second.  What do you mean you don’t want to work with--  Hold on, ok?  Just….”

I don’t wait to hear anything else.  I know he noticed me get up.  I could feel his eyes on me but I’m not fucking around.  No one gets me all hot and bothered and takes a call.  Wonderboy doesn’t even do that.  He may be a cold hearted bastard but he’s never once left me wantin’.  It’s either all in or nothing.  Slip out the door and storm towards my coach, but I’m really not in the mood for her yet.  She won’t let me near her when I’m pissed so what’s the damn point?

FUCK!  I did not need this!

Turn sharply from my coach and head for the only other one I know will let me in, even though it won’t be nearly as satisfying.  One good thing about having Bowyer around, he’s always willing to knock a few back.  Wonder if he’s got a few shots of tequila squirreled away somewhere.  Damn Earnhardt.  I am so going to make him pay for this.

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