Return to Routine

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Summary: Normal is a relative thing.

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: mbn@cryptoffic.com
RATING: R
SERIES/SETTING: MBN Universe
CHARACTERS: Martin Truex Jr/Dale Earnhardt Jr, Martin POV.
COMPLETED: November 22, 2009
WORDS: 2,659
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 a character I never thought I could tackle like this but now that I have...it was kinda fun! Hope I did Truex justice. ;)
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Dirty Mo’ Acres – Mooresville, North Carolina – October 12th, 2005

I’m not working with him anymore. I don’t care what Junior says, I’m not doing it. Not after what he pulled on Saturday. I don’t give a crap if he’s his friend, it gives him no right to talk to me that way. I’m the driver and I’m the one seeing June and the rest of it is none of his damn business. Just because they’ve been buddies a long time it does not give him the right to call me out in the middle of the garage.

So what if I was talking to Sherry post race instead of coming running back to the garage? They don’t need me to pack away the car. She and I are just friends, not that it’s any of his business. Since when am I not allowed to have a friend? I didn’t know June would be hanging around waiting. I don’t have any idea where he gets off cornering me and talking shit. He’s just lucky she didn’t over hear him because if she had he’d be nursing a fat lip in addition to getting fired. And he better be fired because I am not going back to the track with him.

June said he didn’t say anything to Josh and I want to believe him. Ok, I do believe him. Why shouldn’t I? Junior isn’t the type to have his friends run around and take care of stuff for him. He’s always been direct with me so why wouldn’t I trust him? I know I’ve been dragging my feet when it comes to the bedroom but we’ve talked about it and he said he understood. I mean, shit, he’s the first guy I’ve been with so shoot me if I’m not quite ready to have his cock up my ass. That doesn’t mean I need “Snooter” accusing me of looking for pussy when June isn’t around.

Stupid Jackass.

Now if Junior would get out of the damn shower so we could go get something to eat maybe I could stop worrying about all this shit. Drum my fingers on the arm of the couch and stare over at the base of the stairway. It’s not like I don’t know what he’s doing up there. I’ve never known him to bother taking a shower in the middle of the day and now he’s making a habit of it. But at least it’s better than waking up next to him writhing in bed with his name on his lips.

I’m trying not to let it get to me because I know Junior’s not the cheating type. He’s right, he’s never lied to me so why would he start now. Besides, since Kansas the dreams have stopped, though he has been a little distant. But that’s probably all because of the shit with Josh. I know they’ve been good friends for a long time but I’m not going to work with someone who talks to me like shit and obviously doesn’t respect me. I don’t need shit when I’m at the track. Hell, I don’t need it period.

Look up when I catch sight of him coming down the stairs and a twinge of insecurity shoots through me as I take him in. His hair’s still a little damp from the shower and for whatever reason he’s actually taken the time to shave. Trail my eyes over the way his sweat shirt and jeans fit him so well and wonder if he knows how good he looks? It’s times like this I wonder why he’s with me when he really could have anyone he wanted…even a slut like Harvick.

Tighten my grip on the arm of the couch and attempt to force thoughts of the jackass out of my head, but how can I? He’s always making moves on him and I don’t know why June puts up with it. It’s obvious he’s nothing but a damn whore. That’s got to be why June was having those dreams. Harvick’s like a walking porno that just got stuck in his head. No big deal. Right? Except normal pornos don’t come with porn stars who follow you around the garage like a bitch in heat.

I have no doubt the bastard would pounce all over June if he ever gave him half a chance. Good thing I don’t have to worry about it because God knows I can’t compete with…that. I wouldn’t even want to. I seriously don’t get what Junior sees in him. Personally I’d want to be as far from the slut as possible so I don’t catch anything. But maybe that’s me.

“You ready?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Push up off the couch as he moves closer and he still seems a little distracted because he’s hardly meeting my eyes. I hate to make things hard on him but there’s no way I can keep working with Josh. He’s not even a real PR guy anyway. Give June’s shoulder a playful shove and shoot him a smile. “C’mon. Lighten up will, you? We have a whole night with nothing to do but eat pizza and drink beer. How often does that happen?”

“Once or twice a week?” There’s the beginning of a smile on his lips and I grin back at him a bit more. He just needs a little fun to take his mind off things. We had a good thing going here and I know once we get back into our routine everything will get back to normal.

“Aren’t we the lucky ones.” Snatch my keys off the end table by the couch and turn for the door. “C’mon, I’ll even let you drive.” Toss my keys at him and smile when he catches them with ease. Don’t worry June, everything’s going to work out. We’ll go get our pizza and beer and maybe by next week I’ll make you forget all about those stupid dreams. I do have a special surprise for your birthday. I just have to…work my way up to it. And I will. Then everything will be how they should be.

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Three and a half hours and a few too many pitchers of Bud later, we’re stumbling through the door and I can’t believe how wound up he is. Sure I had my hand on his thigh on the way back but I didn’t expect this reaction. Wince when my back hits the door behind me and pull back from his kiss to catch my breath. Reach for his roaming hands and tug them up from the front of my jeans. “Damn Junior, what’s gotten into you?”

“Does it matter? C’mon Martin, loosen up a little and have some fun.” My head is spinning from the beer and a bolt of desire shoots through me as he grinds his hips against mine. Kiss him back when he attacks my lips with an aggressiveness I’ve never know from him before and for an instant I’m completely caught up in it…until his hands roam lower again. My mind screams a warning as he roughly unfastens my jeans and I try to grab his hands but he’s not having any of it.

“June, wait. What are you--?” This isn’t how this supposed to go. I have plans for his birthday. Everything is all out of control. We’ve barely even gotten through the doorway! Attempt to catch his hands again but he’s already got my jeans undone. “Junior, wait I--oh my Goddddd.” Gasp when he takes me into his mouth with no damn warning. Shit, shit, how can he be so good at that? There’s no way I’ll ever--oh hot damn is he good.

Try to pull his hands off my hips as he presses me back again because the doorknob is poking me in the back. Damn it, why can’t we go somewhere els-- “Junior, shit, watch the nails.” Wild blue eyes turn up to look at me and I suck in a breath at the intensity. It’s like he wants to eat me up. Shiver at his unwavering gaze because he’s never been this aggressive before…and I’m not sure I like it. He bobs his head over me again and, “Fuck, June, teeth. Take easy…oh daaaaaaaamn.”

Thump my head back against the door when it feels like he sucks me all the way down his throat. Holy crap I didn’t know he could do that. Get lost in the sweet, hot suction of his mouth until his hand creeps slowly between my legs. Warning bells go off because I’m not ready for this. Not yet. Soon, but not yet. Not like this. I’m not gonna be screwed against a door like some common whore.

Like Harvick.

Push hard at his shoulders and I guess I’ve taken him enough by surprise because he falls back on his heels. Tug my jeans up and bite my lower lip. Is he thinking of him? Is that what this is about? He wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t. But he’s never tried to blow me against a door before either. Look down to see him panting and try like hell to keep the tremor out of my voice. “Junior, what is this? You’re not-you’re not thinking about--?”

He’s on his feet and kissing me again before I process a thing but this time the kisses are softer and much more what I’m used to. Feel his hand run up and down my side and I tentatively tug him closer as I deepen the kiss. His hands stay above my waist for the moment and I’m able to catch my breath when he murmurs against my ear, “C’mon, let me be your rockstar.”

“My wha--,” but before I finish my question he’s kissing me again and tugging me with him as he backs towards the stairs. Move with him willingly because this is the Junior I know, though what it has to do with being a rockstar I have no idea. We definitely had too much beer, but if it ends with me curled up with him in bed he can be whatever he wants to be. Follow him up the stairs, still stealing kisses along the way and practically chase him down the short hall to his room.

Make it through the door before he’s kissing me again but this time I’m the one who goes for his jeans. Get them unfastened and pushed them down his hips as we stumble to the bed. Stop to kick off my shoes and jeans then pull off my sweat shirt until, like him, I’m left in my T-shirt and boxers. Finally things are feeling a little more familiar. Crawl up on the bed then look down towards the foot of it to see him watching me. “Well, c’mon then, Earnhardt. Didn’t you say you wanted to have a little fun?”

He hesitates for a moment and I’m not sure why because it’s not like we haven’t done this before. Pizza, beer, making out in bed until we’re both horny as hell isn’t exactly new. This I can handle because here I know what’s going on. Downstairs, well, why would I want to be slammed up against a door when we could be nice and comfortable up here? Grin when he crawls onto the bed with me and tug him closer for another kiss.

I know he’s ready for more. He has been for awhile and I’m almost ready. I just want it to be…meaningful, not a random screw. That’s why I’ve decided on surprising him for his birthday. I was having second thoughts when he was having those dreams but like he said, it was just a passing thing. Now he’s here with me and everything’s fine. Slide my hand down his side and run it across the front of his boxers. Palm him through the thin cotton and his groan sends shivers through me.

“Fuck, Martin, pleeeeease.” The deep hunger in his voice takes me a bit by surprise but I can’t begin to think about it when he’s got his hand inside my boxers and wraps it around my cock.

“Oh yes, June. Damn. Feels so good.” Rub my hand over the front of his boxers another minute and then mimic his actions and shove my hand inside. He’s hard, so damn hard and part of me is still having second thoughts about the future cause he isn’t exactly small. But it’ll be ok. I know it will because I know he’d never hurt me. Tighten my hand around him and stroke him harder as my breath gets caught in my throat from his similar actions.

His hand tightens around me even more as our lips meet again and in only moments he’s got me trembling under his touch. My hand slips away from him as he rolls me onto my back and before I know it he’s got his hot, wet mouth wrapped around me again. God, this never gets old. Feel him take me all the way down again and that’s all it takes to have me moaning my release and bucking on the bed. He continues to suck me lightly, sending shivers through me. Open my eyes when I feel him tug up my boxers and watch him crawl slowly up my body. Feel him pressing hard against my leg and he’s waited long enough. Time to make sure I’m the one in his dreams tonight.

Duck a kiss as he moves closer and reach down to take him in my hand again. Stroke him hard and fast until he’s the one moaning out and I roll him onto his back as I slide down the bed. Tug his boxers a little lower and I hear his labored breathing as I blow across the tip of his cock. Wipe away some of the wetness with my thumb and then finally lower my head to swirl my tongue around his tip.

“Shit, Martin, pleeeeeeeease, please just--please.” Grin as I look up at him and continue to stroke him slowly. That’s right, I knew we’d be having some fun tonight. Tighten my grip around him and jerk my hand over him faster as I dip my head to slide my tongue around him again. Suck the tip of him into my mouth and keep pumping my hand over him the whole time. I know I’m probably not the world’s best at this but he’s yet to complain. Take him a little deeper into my mouth and bob my head over him until I’m sure he’s right on the edge. His moans echo off the walls as I pull back and move my hand rapidly over his cock. Watch him buck and squirm under me, until he finally cries out and spills his release over my hand. Continue to stroke him slowly until he tugs me up to his side and I place a few soft kisses along his jaw as his breathing begins to slow.

“Was that good for you, rockstar?” He jumps slightly at my words and I chuckle softly. “Hey, I’m not the one who came up with it.” Press against his side and slide my arm over his chest to hug him a little tighter.

“Yeah, yeah it was fine.” He kisses my cheek and then slides from under my arm to get cleaned up. I feel a little twinge of guilt as I hear him in the bathroom but I just can’t seem to handle the whole “swallowing” thing. I want him, there’s no question about it and I don’t regret a bit of this. There’s just some things I can’t handle…yet. Feel him crawl back in bed and pull the covers over us both and my entire body relaxes. I don’t know what I was so worried about. Everything’s going to be fine. Dreams are just dreams after all.

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