Martin’s “Gift”

Home : Stories by Catw00man/Stories by Zippit : MBN Universe : Martin’s “Gift”

Summary: This changes everything...right?

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: mbn@cryptoffic.com
RATING: R
SERIES/SETTING: MBN Universe
CHARACTERS: Martin Truex Jr/Dale Earnhardt Jr, Martin POV
COMPLETED: May 11, 2010
WORDS: 1,662
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: It’s funny. I never thought I’d write this but it’s easier than I thought! Pretty cool. ;-)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dirty Mo’ Acres – Mooresville, North Carolina – October 18th, 2005

Knock back another shot then refill my cup before slipping the whiskey bottle back under the bar.  Don’t need everyone to know June’s “rookie” is hitting the hard stuff tonight.  I take enough crap as it is from his buddies and don’t need to give them any more encouragement.  I heard all about what the boys did to Bowyer before I showed up.  Sounded like he was pretty damn shitfaced by the time he was carried out of here. 

Not that he belonged here. 

Not like either one of them did.

Tighten my hand around my plastic cup and I have to force myself not to crush it.  I still can’t believe he showed up here dragging his teammate along to cover his ass.  Like I don’t know why he brought him.  There’s plenty of us who know all about what kind of an asshole Harvick really is and without Bowyer he might’ve been turned away at the door.  Unless June answered it.  Fuck, I still don’t get why he even talks to that bastard.

Take a long drink from my cup and then reach out for the bar to steady myself.  I’ve been hitting it pretty hard tonight and I know it, but…I need to.  I want tonight to be perfect and there’s no way I’m going to have the nerve to do this without a little liquid courage.  After tonight everything’ll be better.  After tonight June won’t have any more reason to think about that slut at all.  Down the rest of my drink when I hear footsteps coming down to the bar and I toss the cup away.  Snatch up my beer just as June strolls in and give him a smile when I see he’s by himself.

“Martin?  Whatcha doin’ down here?  We ain’t running out of beer upstairs are we?” 

Shake my head and make my way over to him, staggering a little.  The party moved upstairs awhile ago since there were only a few of us left.  I’m hoping the stragglers have finally taken off because now that I see him…I think I can really do this.  June always looks good after a night of partying and tonight’s no exception.  His hair’s all messed up and he’s got that easy grin he always gets when he’s been drinking all night.  I think the only thing hotter would be if he was smoking one of those cigarettes he tends to bum at parties.  Yeah, he looks damn good.  Boy, am I a lucky bastard.

“Everyone else gone?”  Take a long drink of my beer because as soon as I’m close enough to touch him the butterflies start up in my stomach.  Try to drown them out because I’m not backing down tonight.  I can’t.  I just can’t.

“Yeah, yeah, Mike was driving TJ’s drunk ass home.”  He reaches out to put a hand on my arm and the twisting in my stomach ramps up a notch.  “C’mon, let’s get you up to your room.  It’s been a long night”

“Hang on now, I ain’t ready for bed yet.”  Tug at his arm and shoot him a big grin as I shift back and forth on my feet.  “Haven’t given you your birthday present yet.”  He tilts his head and I lean forward before I lose my nerve and brush my lips across his then lower my voice.  “Let’s go on up to your room and…I’ll show you what I’ve got for you.”

He pulls back a little and I feel his eyes on me even though I can’t look directly at him.  C’mon June, don’t question me now.  Just take me upstairs and I promise you Harvick will be nothing but a distant memory.

“Al-right.”  Is that hesitation in his voice?  Nah, why would there be?  I know he’s been wanting this a long time.  He’s been more than patient with me and it’s time he got his reward.  Tug at his hand and turn for the stairs as I knock back the rest of my beer.

Stumble halfway up the stairs but June’s arm is right there to keep me from falling, just like he always is.  Lean against him as we take the second flight of stairs to his room and only trip a few more times.  Reach the landing to the second floor and turn to him, kissing the side of his face and he tugs me into the bedroom.  My pulse is racing as we make it through the door and I wish I’d brought that bottle of whiskey with me. 

No.  I can do this. 

I want to do this.

Turn towards him and slide both hands over his chest.  Damn, I do love the way he feels.  I don’t know why I’ve put him off so long.  He guides me over to the bed slowly and I lean in to kiss his neck.  Nuzzle my face against his skin and smile as my eyes slide closed.  Wrap an arm around him and grab his ass which causes him to jump. Chuckle at his response and kiss his neck again.

“C’mon, Martin.  Let’s get you to bed.”  He tugs me towards the bed again and I shake my head at him.  Oh, no.  This night isn’t over yet.  It’s just getting started.  Slide my hands up under the front of his shirt and a pleased sound slips from my lips as I feel his warm skin.

“Not yet, June.  Not yet.”  Lick my lips and finally raise my eyes enough to meet his.  “You still have your present, remember?”  Swallow hard as my mouth goes dry but I push on all the same.  Press closer to him again and wrap my arms around him as I whisper to him softly, “I want you, June.”  Lick my lips again as I try to quell my nerves.  “I want you…to have me.”

Feel him stiffen slightly and I run my hands over his back then his ass.  Tug him tighter against me and rock my hips against his.  “It’s ok, June.  It’s ok.  I want this.”  Kiss his neck softly as I grip his ass again and rub myself against him.  I’m not usually this…slutty, but fuck.  It’s his damn birthday or birthday party anyway and if he wants me to cut loose a little I will, for him.

“Martin….”  He pushes me back a little and I reach down between us and brush my hand over his crotch.  His eyes darken at my touch and I give him a little squeeze.  He lets out a soft groan but still hesitates.  “Martin, you don’t hafta….”

“I know I don’t.  But I want to.” Press closer again and whisper to him softer, “You’ve waited long enough, June.  I want this…with you.”  His arms slide around me and hug me very tight, almost too tight.  He holds me a little longer than I expect and then I finally feel him nod against my neck.  His lips brush my skin and I melt into it until we both pull back enough to fall into a kiss.

Warm, wet, fuck I love kissing him so much.  Lose myself to the feel of his tongue and mine until my whole body is tingling with want.  Yes, this is right.  He’s right.  Damn, I could kiss him all night.  Feel his warm hands under my shirt and I let him push it up and over my head, sighing soft when the kiss is temporarily broken.  My eyes flutter closed when he leans in to kiss along my neck and I sway in his arms completely lost to the feel of him.

“I do.”  His voice is a husky growl that sends a shiver down my spine and snaps my eyes open.  He tugs me tighter against him and I can feel his need pressing against me. The twisting in my stomach starts again with a vengeance but I try to push it down.  “I do want you,” he growls again and I wet my lips when he sucks at my neck.  This is real.  This is now and I can’t back out.  I can’t.  But when he tugs hard at the waist of my jeans I know I need to slow this down.

My hands slide down to cover his and I tilt my head to brush my lips over June’s.   “Easy…we don’t need to rush.”  He hesitates and then releases his grip on my jeans.  Slide my hands down his chest then pull back a little.  “Let me….” I motion towards the bed and he nods and he takes a step back to pull off his shirt.  Suck in a deep breath as I move over to the nightstand and realize my hand is trembling when I tug open the drawer and pull out the lube.  Swallow hard as I look down at the small tube.  I’ve used it a few times…though I’ve never really gotten used to it.  Now I guess it’s his turn….  Close my eyes and take another deep breath before turning back to June and pressing the tube in his hand.

“Martin….”  Shake my head and reach for his jeans.  Undo the button slowly as I move towards him and he catches me when I trip over something on the floor.  Push his jeans down his hips and kiss his neck as his strong hands guide me to the bed.  “If you change your mind--”

“I won’t, June.  Not tonight.”  He lowers me back onto the bed and I swear I can hear my pulse pounding in my ears as his hands glide over my chest and down to my waist.  Lift my hips when he tugs my jeans down and I can’t quite look him in the eye.  But it’s ok.  After tonight it’s all going to be ok.  “Happy birthday, June,” I murmur to him as he kisses my lips and presses his body over mine.

And fuck you Harvick. 

You lose.

These authors spend lots of time to write these stories. If you took the time to read this PLEASE take the time to give them some feedback. Happy writers write more ;-)

Catw00man & Zippit - mbn@cryptoffic.com