Much More Than A Kiss

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Summary: Christmas was only the beginning..

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
SERIES/SETTING: Path of Thorns
CHARACTERS: Dale Earnhardt Jr/Clint Bowyer, Dale Jr POV
PROMPT: Taming the Muse #78 (#53 for me) - Emancipation
COMPLETED: January 18, 2008
WORDS: 3,556
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 takes place during the first day of Daytona testing when Dale Jr showed up when he wasn’t even scheduled to. I’m assuming he came down for the same 4 hours before heading back to NC.
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Daytona Testing: January 7, 2008

I’m really not supposed to be here. No, I should be home playing on my computers or lazing around the house soaking up the last days of the off season. I shouldn’t be flying down to Daytona early enough to have to wait for them to open the gates. I shouldn’t be milling around the garage, chatting up the officials when it’s not even my week to test. But I haven’t seen my teammate since the Christmas party and since we’re not testing together next week, I figured I should at least get an idea how things at RCR work.

It’s a new team, a new way of doing things, who could fault me for wanting a head start? I just wanted to get a preview for next week, see what I’d be in for…see what I’d be missing. The fact that my very presence got Clint squirming in his firesuit was an added bonus. Smile slowly as I remember the look on his face as he walked in the garage to catch me chatting with Gil. It really was one of those “priceless” moments Visa used to talk about.

He stopped short, eyes going wide as he shifted back and forth on his feet. His hand came up to fidget with his ear when his crew chief and I both turned to look at him and I swear it’s like he expected me to jump him right there. I can’t say the thought didn’t cross my mind and I did everything to make sure he saw that in my eyes. He’s been in Kansas since Christmas and part of me had wondered if he was trying to avoid me. One look in his eyes told me the truth.

That boy couldn’t tell a lie to save his life.

And that made all of this so much more fun. I spent a good two hours just hovering around the 07 garage stall, listening to the crew and teasing Clint with my eyes. I could tell he felt completely exposed even though I wasn’t really doing a thing. I don’t have a wife to hide behind like Harvick does so I’m not nearly as overt with my flirting. But from the way Clint was so on edge, I know he knew exactly what I was thinking.

I’m not sure if he ever really met my eyes when I asked him about his car. That’s when I knew I had to get out of there because as much fun as I was having toying with him, I didn’t want to ruin his whole test. One look at his name at the bottom of the speed chart and I took off, but not before asking Gil what hotel they were staying at. A call to Mike on my way out of the track and I had his room number. I swear PR people really can find out anything.

The drive to the hotel was a short one and once I got here all it took was a little southern charm about how I forgot my key and I was let into his room. People really do love the whole naive country boy routine and long as they do I’m gonna milk it for all it’s worth. Glance around his simple single room and rock back in the chair by the window. Now all I have to do is wait.

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It’s the sound of the keycard in the lock that wakes me up and sends the front legs of my chair crashing to the ground. Blink my eyes open and try to get my bearings before he comes inside. Shit, I didn’t expect him to be sneaking in on me. When did I fall asleep? Look towards the door when I hear it open and smile broadly when I see that he’s all alone. Perfect. No girlfriend. No crew chief. Just us.

“‘Bout damn time you made it back, Bowyer.”

Chuckle as his head snaps up and he drops the bag he was carrying. See his blue eyes go wide as he looks at me, but he doesn’t try to bolt and I can’t help but smile. This is the furthest I’ve ever gone for a booty call and getting kicked out at this point is really not what I have in mind. Watch him shift his weight on his feet and force myself to keep still. I don’t want to scare him off.

“What-what are you doing h-here? How did you--?”

“Know where you were staying?” Stand and slowly make my way over to him but instead of touching him I pick up his discarded bag and turn to set it on the low dresser below a large mirror. “I asked Gil when you were out on the track.” Run my eyes over him as I turn to face him again and can’t help from smirking. I really should thank Kevin for making that “bet.” I’ve been thinking about doing this again since Christmas.

“W-why?” he stammers as I move closer and position myself between him and the door, deliberately sliding by him close enough to breathe on the back of his neck. Watch him shiver and I know I read him right. He wants this…even if he doesn’t know it yet. It’s time NASCAR’s newest star breaks his chains and has a little fun.

“Because you wanted to see me again.” Lean closer so I’m pressing against his back and speak right against his ear with a thick southern accent that’s always served me well. Feel him shiver and I know I’ve got him. “Bet you’re thinking ‘bout me all day weren’tcha? Wonderin’ if I’d really gone? Wonderin’ if I’d really come all this way for you?”

Feel him shiver again but he makes no move to get away. If anything he actually leans back against me as his heart races. I can hear his breath catch and I know he’s fighting the desire inside even before he speaks. “I-I’m with Athena, June. Have been…four years. She’s…”

“…not here,” I finish for him and then tilt my head forward to suck at his neck just enough to not leave a mark but hard enough to let him know I could. Feel his sharp intake of breath as my arm goes around his waist and jerk him flush against me. “You’re way too young to settle down, Bowyer. Hell, for you the fun’s just beginnin’.”

Slowly slide one hand up his chest as the other slides lower to run over the front of his jeans that I can feel are already too tight. “It’s time to break free of those chains you’ve wrapped yourself up in ‘Shifty’,” I purr, deliberately using Kevin’s nickname for him that I know he uses to tease him. Something about blowing a race win I think, either way I know it’s a jibe and that’s exactly what I’m looking for.

“It’s not, it’s not like…that,” he stumbles and I turn him around in my arms to force him to meet my eyes. Give him a hard look and see him wilt under my gaze. I knew I was right. I knew he was being smothered. Shake him slightly when he tries to look away.

“Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me you didn’t want it before, that you haven’t been thinking about me ever since you went back to Kansas and I’ll turn around and walk away.” Wet my lips as I watch him lower his eyes and I swear he’s pulled taut as a bowstring. He wants this, but if he can’t even admit it I have no interest in playing this game any longer.

“I…” he starts, stops and I swear I can almost see the wheels turning in his head. Will he admit it or do I need to find my fun elsewhere…maybe with another teammate? Watch as he finally raises his eyes and meets mine. “I can’t.”

That’s all I needed to hear.

Pull him forward and kiss him hard as I press my body flush against him. I can feel all the hard lines of his body as they melt into mine and I know this trip was worth it. There’s just something about getting away with something you shouldn’t that always makes things more hot, and fucking a teammate…well, it doesn’t get much more illicit than that.

Move forward, backing him against the wall as he kisses with that same fire he showed before. Grind against him and, shit, this is just as hot as I remember, if not more. Hands curl in the waist band of his jeans and make quick work of his belt. I came prepared this time and I can’t wait to slide back into that tight ass of his.

“Junior, I—” Kiss along his jaw and try to distract him from any thoughts of protest. “June…shit….” Feel his hands grip my shoulders tight and grin as I kiss down the column of his neck. His body is practically vibrating under my touch as I finally get the button of his jeans undone and I hear him suck in a breath. Will he try to push me away? Tell me to slow down?

“Fuck Earnhardt…don’t stop.”

Oh shit yeah. That’s why I’m here. Lip curls in a smile as I unzip his jeans and shove my hand inside, palming him as I press him against the wall. Damn, he’s just as hot as last time and I swear he’s about to shake apart from my touch alone. Feel him buck into my hand, his hard cock begging for attention, and I squeeze him tight as I tell him smoothly, “Don’t worry, Bowyer. I’m not going anywhere until I’m balls deep in that tight ass of yours.”

Rub him harder at his resulting groan and I’m tired of wasting time. I’ve been wantin’ this for weeks and I ain’t waiting anymore. Kiss him until he’s squirming in anticipation and then get right in his face. “Tell me how you imagined it. Tell me how you imagined me taking you again.”

Feel him shift, pressing back against the wall, and for a moment I wonder if he’s going to answer me. He’s not meeting my eyes and I really hope he’s gonna start giving me something to work with. The shy “farm boy” thing is entertaining at first, but it’s getting old fast.

Start pulling back when it doesn’t seem like he’s going to answer when he suddenly fists both hands in my cotton jacket and jerks me close again. Vibrant blue eyes meet mine and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so determined. Not even during The Chase last year was he this fucking…intense, and I’m speechless just waiting to see what he’ll do next.

“I want you to take me, bend me over that dresser and fuck me, just like you did at the party. I wanna watch you in the mirror and this time…” Jump in surprise when I feel his warm hands sliding under the front of my T-shirt as he pushes it up. “This time I want to watch…” See his eyes flash darkly and this is a side of him I’ve never seen before. “And I’m not going to miss a thing.”

Shit, he has been thinking about me. Grin slowly as I shake out of my jacket and it’s obvious he wants my shirt off this time. Let him pull it over my head as I reach out to return the favor. “Mmm, I’d almost think you’ve been fantasizing about me, Bowyer. How many wet dreams did you have about me over the holidays?”

“Shut up, Earnhardt,” he tells me and silences me with a kiss. And I let him because finally he’s kissing me like he means it. Let him plunder my mouth with his searing tongue another moment and then grab him and lead him over to the low dresser and over sized mirror. He wants to watch this time? I’m going to make sure and put on a good show for him.

Wrap my arms around him and shove down his jeans and briefs all in one motion until he’s completely bared before me. Pull him back against my chest and look over his shoulder as I take his hard cock in my hand. Stroke him slow and make sure he’s watching before I speak. “You like that, Clint? You like to see me touching you like this? You like the feel of a man’s hand on your cock?”

Watch as he tries to look everywhere but down, but only at first. He’s all wound up again and I wonder if his mouth was writing a check his butt can’t cash. But then he finally looks, eyes locking on the reflection of my hand in the mirror, stroking him up and down and squeezing him tight. I feel him waver, relaxing just a fraction, and he grudgingly nods. “Yeah, God help me, I do.”

“This ain’t about God right now Kansas boy,” I purr against his ear. Meet his eyes in the mirror and give him a wink. “This is about dirty, hot, mind blowin’ sex.” Squeeze him tight and slide my thumb over his damp tip, grazing my nail against his slit and causing him to jump. “Now bend over and let me fuck you good.”

He’s trembling hard now and I’m not sure if it’s from nervousness or anticipation, but either way he’s not backing down. Lick my lips as he slides his hands over the smooth, dark wood and I wait until he looks up into the mirror before making a move. Meet his eyes in the reflection and slide my hand over his near virgin ass, smacking it hard. Grin when he jumps and even more as his look of surprise turns to one of dark desire. I knew he had it in him. He just needed to stop being such a good boy and set it free.

“I knew I made the right choice coming to RCR.” Continue to watch him in the mirror, all bent over and exposed and unfasten my jeans. Pull the lube from my front pocket before shoving them down and start to stroke myself as his eyes widen in the mirror. I really didn’t give him much time to know what was going on last time. I was too horny over the thought of my teammates fighting over me. Grin at him again and tease, “Like whatcha see, Clint?”

Chuckle as his eyes widen even more and a blush creeps across his cheeks and down his neck. Make a show of slicking myself up and take note of how he doesn’t turn his gaze away. He’s more nervous now; I can see it in his eyes. But judging by the blatant, aching need between his legs, his nerves ain’t hurting his desire any.

Pour more lube on my hands and then move towards him, wrapping an arm around his waist and taking him in my hand. Squeeze and stroke him slowly, causing him to close his eyes and let out a shaky, desire laden breath. Perfect, he’s starting to relax. Trail my fingers up his thigh and slide them between his ass cheeks to slowly rim his tight hole. His eyes snap open, just as I expected they would and I slowly ease a finger inside him, watching him closely through the mirror. See his eyes widen even more as I fill him first with one finger, and then another, curling and scissoring them both inside him.

“Junior, fuck, that feels…” Watch him shudder as his hands curl over the dresser. “Damn, please, do…what you did before. Shit, I wanna feel—”

Grin as he cries out sharply when I thrust my fingers deeper, hitting that spot he’s unknowingly begging for. “That what you’re lookin’ for Kansas boy? Want me to fuck you better? Wanna feel my dick inside again?”

Hear him whimper at first and then he’s nodding eagerly. “Do it. Do it June. Fuck me. Let me feel you again.”

That’s all I was waiting for. Pull my fingers out of him and take his hips in my hands. Catch his eyes in the mirror and then thrust into him with less care than before. Time he knows what it feels like to really be owned.

“Oh damn! So much…shiiiiiiit,” he cries out and rakes his nails across the top of the dresser. He’s shaking hard and I’m not going to give him a chance to catch his breath. Damn, he’s so fucking tight.

Rock back only to slam into him again and this time he’s not even able to form words as he wails. Wrap my arm around him again and pull him off the counter and against my chest. “Look. Look, Clint. Like whacha see?”

“Oh, hell yes,” he groans and rests his head back on my shoulder. Thrust into him again and again, arm tight around his waist and grin as he completely gives himself over, never once pulling his eyes from the mirror. Tilt my head to suck on the skin just below his neck and he lets out a long, deep groan that’s music to my ears. Who knew Bowyer would be so easily corruptible? From the first kiss he’s been nothing but putty in my hands.

Suck on his earlobe as I continue to stroke him and rock into his sweet ass. Trail my tongue along the shell of his ear and then breathe against his ear. “You want more? Want me to take you hard and deep, just like I did at the shop?”

“Yes, shit, just do it Earnhardt. Make me scream again,” he groans and writhes in my arms. And to think, a few weeks ago he was trying to stop me.

Push him forward and I’m through screwing around. I came for a piece of ass and now it’s mine. Hear his hands slap the dresser and I pull back to slam into him much harder than before. He’s moaning again but this time I’m not really listening. All I care about now is the feel of that tight ass crushing me with each thrust.

Shit, he’s better this time, more receptive, and I swear he’s gotta be clenching around me on purpose. So tight, so good, and I’m so damn glad I flew all the way down here for this. Slam into him harder and grip his hips tight because right now, all I want is to lose myself to the searing heat building in the pit of my stomach.

More, harder, shit so good. Slide my hands over his taut back and then down to his hips again, smacking him on the ass just to hear him moan. Season hasn’t even started and I’ve already got a willing lay right on my own team. Funny, going to RCR I’d have thought it’d have been Harvick. No matter. Clint’ll do.

Groan deeply as I thrust into him a few more times and, “Fuck yes.” Cry out loudly as I finally lose it and I can still feel him rocking underneath me. He needs more and I’m not going to leave him wanting. Pull from him in one motion and then spin him around and push him up on the low dresser. His face is flushed and he’s panting hard but I barely take notice as I put my hands on the smooth wood and lean over him. Take him into my mouth and it’s only a matter of moments before he’s screaming my name. That’s right, let me hear it. I always come through in the end.

Pull back and wipe my hand across my mouth as I stagger slightly on my feet. Shoot a glance to see he’s all but passed out against the mirror and I can’t help but smile. I wonder if he’s ever been so fucked before. Back away and pull my jeans up as I lean heavily against the wall and thread my fingers through my hair. I need to go soon. The plane should be waiting by now.

Take another minute to catch my breath before leaning down to pull on my T-shirt and pick up my jacket. Slide into the soft cotton and I can feel his eyes on me. “Don’t worry Bowyer, I’ll be out of your way in a sec.”

“June, it’s—”

But I don’t let him finish. Move across the short distance between us and give him a hard kiss that leaves him panting for breath. “Thanks for the good time, Bowyer.” Run my hand over his chest and I’m already looking forward to the media event in Tennessee. I was really annoyed when Mike first told me I had to go for a “Sound and Speed” autograph session, but if this is what I have to look forward to, I think I can handle it.

Grin at him and run my hand over his spiky hair as he nods. “Think ‘bout what I said.” Pull back and let my gaze trail over him, slow and smoldering, lingering over him still exposed and spent. “Catch you and your sweet ass, Saturday.” Then I turn and make my way out the door, not even waiting for his reply.

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