Payback’s Bitch

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Summary: Celebration is everything...but at what cost?

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
SERIES/SETTING: Path of Thorns
CHARACTERS: Clint Bowyer/Dale Earnhardt Jr, Clint POV
COMPLETED: June 22, 2008
WORDS: 4,397
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 fic takes place during the Bud Shootout where Dale and Clint were racing and Kevin was commentating in the booth. He was supposed to just “visit with them for awhile” but he stayed the whole race. Here’s my explanation. LOL
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Daytona Motor Speedyway - Daytona, FL - February 14, 2008

Barely keep from going head first into a coach by catching myself with my hands.  I’m slammed up against the metal and it takes me a long moment before I realize it’s Kev’s.  But when you’re being mauled by an Earnhardt, who can blame you for not being very observant.  I just hope we aren’t here for a reason, but knowing Earnhardt….

“Thanks for the push on track Bowyer.  How’d you like some one on one draftin’ for a reward?”  Shiver at the low growl to his voice and I swear if he doesn’t stop winning he’s gonna kill me.  I was already squirming in my seat during the Duel from his Shootout celebration.  If he wins the 500 he may as well skin me alive because that’s how worthless I’m gonna be.  Shit, is it wrong part of me is hoping for it?

Grown low as he presses me flush against the coach so hard I have to turn my head.  Feel the warm metal against my cheek, seeping through my clothes and I can’t help but shiver again.  The look in his eyes was enough to get me all wound up and I wonder if he’d actually try to take me here out in the open.  I already hear the roar of the engines as the cars fire up for the second qualifying Duel so we should have a little time….

“I’ll take that as a yessssss,” he drawls against my ear and the thick accent puts my libido in overdrive.  Feel him grind hard against my ass and his firesuit does nothing to hide the hard evidence of his need.  Who knew winning would make him so damn horny?  Fuck I’m glad he’s on our team now.  There should be a lot more of this…and I’ll be looking forward to every bit of it.

“Hell yeah, Earnhardt.  Show me that legendary bump drafting of yours.”  Slow grin crosses my face even as he slams me against the coach again and kisses my neck.  “Actually…show me some of that slam drafting Gordon’s so afraid of.”

His low chuckle makes my stomach do flip flops and I try to ignore it.  I don’t need him to know how easily he turns me into total mush.  Ever since everything almost blew up in my face in Vegas I’ve tried to just be…whatever he wants me to be, and I really don’t want to think too much about it.  It’s already been hard enough to stay out of the mini war between him and Kev and I don’t know how much longer I can keep playing Switzerland.  But how can I choose between my best friend and my…whatever the hell Junior is?

“Oh I’ll give you some learnin’ alright.”  He spins me around and I suck in a breath when I see the look of mischief in his eyes.  I’ve learned that look already and I know without a doubt it means trouble.  Just like I know that crooked smile is nothing but a sin I can’t help but taste.  Haul him closer when he’s not expecting it and kiss him hard, my hands fisting in the heavy material of his firesuit.  He hasn’t had a chance to change yet and he tastes like beer and sweat and champagne and sweet, sweet victory.  I don’t think anything could be more intoxicating.

He kisses me back, just as hard, and I can’t help the soft whimper from escaping my lips as he pulls away.  Blink against the bright sunlight when I open my eyes and I get the same naked feeling I always do when he rakes his gaze over me.  I swear I feel like a bull being lead to the slaughter and I can’t say I mind one bit.  Lead away Earnhardt, you know damn well I’ll follow.

“I’ve got an idea, Clint, but the real question is…are you up for it?”  Groan when he grinds against me and I really need to start wearing looser jeans because they always get way too tight around him.  Run my hands down his back and deliberately grab his ass as I grin at him.

“Bring it on, Earnhardt.”  And that’s exactly what I expect him to do.  I expect him to try and take me right here in the open and the insane thing is I don’t even care.  Any bit of fight or modesty I had inside me shattered in Vegas when he turned and walked away.  That’s when I knew I’d do anything to keep him…even if it does make me his bitch.

“I was hopin’ you’d say that,” he tells me with a glint in his eyes I don’t trust for an instant.  Study him closer and I get an uneasy feel in my stomach because that grin is starting to look a little too evil.  Aw hell, what have I gotten myself into now?  Feel his hand run down my right side and my body feels like it’s vibrating in anticipation…until I realize what he’s doing.

Feel the door slide open slightly behind me and my eyes go wide when I finally understand the devilish look in his eyes.  Please June, don’t ask me to do this.  Please.  Hear the door slide open a little more and I resist when he tries to push me inside.  “June, wait.  What are you--”

His eyes instantly narrow and the chilly look he shoots me cuts like a knife.  In an instant his whole playful demeanor evaporates and I swear I’m facing down a pissed off lion.  “You know damn well what.  So tell me, you in or you out?  Make a damn choice Bowyer or should I go celebrate elsewhere.”

Fuck him.  Just fucking fuck him.  He knows damn well I’m not gonna let him walk away.  Not even when he nearly split me in two after the Shootout did I let him walk away.  I let him push me past every limit I’ve ever known because I was afraid of this and now he throws it in my face again?  Shit, is it ever gonna be enough with him?

Take a deep breath, hating myself for my betrayal and grab him roughly by the front of his firesuit and back up into the coach I’ve spent countless hours in before…with my friends.  See the slow, crooked smile cross his face again and I swear those sparkling blue eyes are gonna send me straight to hell.  If I’m not there already because anything as good as him must be pure sin.

He moves with me, climbing up into the coach and I’m honestly afraid of what he’s gonna want to do.  I can hear the cars on the track and we are so lucky DeLana is watching on the box.  At least, I hope she is!  Eyes go wide at the thought and I look around frantically and call out, “D-DeLana…you here?”  No response and when I look back to Dale I realize he’s known all along.  Bastard.  But still, he has to know we don’t have much time.

“What’s wrong Shifty?  You not like an audience?”  Flinch slightly at the name, especially hearing it here and I know he’s doing it on purpose.  He’s trying to goad me, to see how far he can push me.  The bad part is I know I’ll let him push me much further.  The real question is how much further.

“Does it matter?” I snap back as my gut twists into knots at being here uninvited.  We shouldn’t be here.  The more I stand here the more I remember other times I’ve been here and it just feels so wrong.  “June…this isn’t ri--”

“Don’t.  Don’t you talk to me about right.”  He growls right in my face as he backs me across the small space and pushes me hard against the wall.  Feel his strong hands on my chest, keeping me pinned as his eyes take on a wild fire look that takes my breath away.  “Was the fire alarm trick in Vegas or the alerting the press to my new ‘marriage’ right?  What about putting the can of tuna under the couch in my coach so Killer would tear it apart during practice?  Was that right?” 

And I have no words.  Not because he might be right, but because I’ve never been face to face with anyone so intimidating in my life as Junior pissed off.  I wonder if Kevin has any idea the fire he’s playing with when he goads Earnhardt.  Probably not, and knowing him, he probably doesn’t care.  Stare at him transfixed as I see the anger roll over him, the tense shoulders, the flashing eyes and flared nostrils and there’s no way I can oppose him.  So I do the one thing I can do.  I kiss him for all I’m worth.

At first he’s nothing but hard steel pressed against me and I know why.  I saw what Killer did to his coach yesterday and I know I wouldn’t have handed it half as well as he did.  As is was he just yelled at him as he sorted through the rubble of the destroyed living area, cursing under his breath about how he’s never, ever done anything like that.  And then he found the open can of tuna wedged up against the wall under the couch and it suddenly all made sense.  Killer was going after the food and there was no question who put it there.  I should have known something like this was coming.

Last night he took it all out on me and I can still feel the bruises.  But I should’ve known that wouldn’t be the end of it.  Kev “violated his space.”  Now I have the feeling June’s going to be doing the same…with me.  Wrap my arms around him tighter and kiss him harder until I feel him yield.  The next thing I know he’s grinding me against the wall again and I’m holding on for dear life.  Hands under my shirt and I’m trying to catch my balance when he tears it over my head.  Strong hands on my arms pull me forward and then I’m laid back on the dining table as he rains kisses over my chest.

“Aw hell, Juuune.”  Throw my head back on the table as I hear papers scatter and something heavy hit the floor but somehow I’ve stopped caring, especially with the way June’s rubbing me though my jeans.  Jump when I feel his teeth tugging at my nipple and thread my fingers through his hair as the edge of the table digs into my back.  But it doesn’t matter.  All that matters is the possessive feel of his hands on my skin.  He’s right.  Kev should pay.  And I’m more than happy to help him.

Arms slide around me, pulling me up off the table and we meet in a clash of teeth and tongues as he staggers backwards a step.  Take the advantage and press it as I get my hands on his firesuit and start unzipping it when he takes another step back.  Push the heavy, damp material over his shoulders until it hangs at his waist and then immediately go for the T-shirt he has on underneath.  I don’t get much further than that before he grabs me by the waist and spins me around, advancing on me again.  The next thing I know I’m looking up at him from the couch and I can barely catch my breath at the look in his eyes.

“Knew you’d go for it,” he tells me as a devious smirk crosses his face and I know I’ve seen that look before, just not from him.  Push those thoughts out of my head and concentrate on the blue eyes pinning me down, wrapping me in heavy chains I don’t stand a chance of breaking…not that I’d want to.

“Shut it,” is all I can manage as a response and I try to pull him closer again.  But he’s not having any of it.  No, he’s much more concerned with getting my jeans off and I do all I can to help him.  Feel my shoes tugged off and one crashes into something across the room when he throws it.  Close my eyes against the sound and raise my hips when he tears the denim down my legs then once again when he goes for my boxers that he shoves between the cushions by my hips.  Protest when I realize what he’s trying to do, but my words die on my lips and turn into a loud moan when he sucks me into his mouth.

Gaze down at him and I shiver with desire at the sight.  He hasn’t gone down on me nearly as much as I’d like but, fuck, when he has….  Throw my head back against the corner of the couch and lose myself to the hot, sweet suction.  I swear, no one should be this damn good.  It’s almost like he can read my mind and knows exactly what I want.  Kev always said it was different with a guy…I guess he was right.

Spread my legs wider as I feel myself getting closer and I grip the edge of the couch tightly.  Rock my hips up into his mouth as my breath hitches in my chest and a low moan slips from my lips.  More, more, just a little more, June, pleeeease.  Jerk upwards once more and then whimper loudly when he pulls back and squeezes me tight in his hand.  Aw hell, I hate it when he does this.  Tilt my head down to look at him and see the devilish look I expected.  Squirm underneath him and I whine but I know it won’t do a bit of good.  He’ll let me get off when he’s good and ready.

Watch as he moves to his feet, his hand still wrapped tightly around my cock and I groan when he gives me a tug.  “C’mon Clint, we’re just getting’ started.”  Shiver at his boldness and awkwardly slide off the couch to my feet when he doesn’t let me go.  Hiss when he squeezes me a little tighter and then realize what he’s doing when he tugs at me again.  “What’s wrong?  Getting’ cold feet?”  Slow crooked smile curls at his lips.  “Somethin’ sure as hell ain’t protesting,” he taunts as he slides his hand over my hard length causing me to sway on my feet.

“Fuck, Junior, lead the damn way already.  Race has gotta be half over.”  A low chuckle is his only response as he slowly tugs me down the hall and I can’t help but think of Kev’s mocking words saying I let Junior lead me around by my dick.  Fuck it all.  I guess he’s right.  But one glance at the lust filled look he’s sending me, like he wants to devour me whole, and I can’t say I care.  Shuffle after him, pausing slightly when we reach the bedroom, but he doesn’t let me get too distracted.  Not when he grabs me and literally throws me onto the bed.

Cool sheets, a hot body wrapped around me and I can’t say I care where we are.  Wonder only a moment at what comes next but apparently he was planning on visiting victory lane all along because he’s already prepared.  Shoot him my own desire laden look when he pulls lube from his pocket and help him shed the rest of his firesuit until it’s nothing but skin against skin.  Fuck, I love it when we actually use a bed.  Hands slide over pale skin and I can’t wait, not anymore.  Pull the lube from his hand and make a mess of it as I try to get it on my hand and coat him with it.

“Eager thing, ain’tcha?  Don’t worry Bowyer.  We got time.  And if we don’t…?”  The teasing tone of his voice lets me know he’s kidding, or at least I hope he is.  He might actually like getting caught in Kev’s bed.  I wonder if he knows it’d be DeLana he’d have to worry about.  She’s gonna be ready to kill us both regardless.

“Yeah, yeah, stop stalling.”  Grin up at him as I remember his words from earlier.  “Didn’t you promise me some ‘lessons,’ Earnhardt?  Or were you blowing smoke.”

“I think I was blowing you,” he tells me with that sexy grin of his.  “Or did you forget?”  Like I could ever forget what he does to me.  Watch with rising desire as he runs his hand over my body and then dips his head to trail his tongue up my cock.  Shit.  I swear he’s gonna kill me.  Claw at the sheets underneath me and I wait for him to roll me over, to finally let me up so I can have him but he has another idea.  Feels his hands slide down my legs, bending my knees and I’m not sure what he’s doing.  Does he mean to have me like this?  Can he?

“Don’t worry, Clint.  Tonight’s on me.  Just lay back and relax.”  It takes me another moment to realize what he means, but when he’s got my knees over his shoulders it all comes together.  Never in all the times and all the ways he’s had me has he ever had me face to face and I’d never thought a thing about it, until now.  The dark look in his eyes, the concentration on his face, the way his pale body glistens with sweat, fuck, I couldn’t want him more.

“Aw hell, June, yeeeeeeeeeeessss,” I cry out when he impales me with one swift stroke and I swear he’s got me permanently stretched out to fit him like a glove.  Hell, as much as he’s had me in Daytona, I’m past needing any preparation and I wonder how long it could stay like this.  Groan deeply when he thrusts even deeper and I’m completely at his mercy.  Twist the soft cotton under my hands and there’s nothing but him and the pounding heat building inside me with every hard thrust. 

Arch back on the bed and it all becomes a blur until I feel his hand around me, snapping me back to the present with his rough strokes.  Rock into his hand and back into his thrusts as much as I can but with how he’s got me I really am at his mercy…and he’s not taking any.  Throw my head back and let out a steady stream of moans because I know I’m getting close and all I want is more, more, more.  “Fuck, yes, June.  Fuck, yes.  Yessssssssss.”

My screams echo off the walls of the small bedroom as I finally explode underneath him as he continues to pound my ass.  Clench tight around him just like I know he likes and moments later he’s the one howling like a banshee and trembling like a leaf as I hear those sweet southern curses that are so uniquely him.  Tug at him as I get my legs off his shoulders and pull him down and into my waiting arms for some rare closeness I’m not going to be denied.  

Feel his body, heavy against mine, and I hold him tight for as long as he’ll let me which I know won’t be long.  His breathing is heavy and a match to mine as the heat slowly cools between us and I savor each stolen moment I have before he pulls away.  Wet kiss at my neck and then he slowly pushes himself off me to roll over to his back and I itch to move with him, to wrap my arm over his chest and curl up close to him.  But I’m no fool.  I know we’re not here to cuddle.  We’re here for him to take his revenge.  I’m just a mostly willing accomplice.

Turn enough to look over at him, seeing how his chest rises and falls as he throws his arm over his eyes and I wonder how easy it would be for him to fall asleep.  We don’t usually end up like this and I rarely get such an opportunity to study him so I try to memorize every detail.  Trail my gaze over the reddish stubble along his jaw to parted lips that beg to be kissed.  Watch as a slow smirk curls those lips and I know he must be thinking of his triumph for the day and how Kevin will react…and I try to ignore the twisted feeling it gives me inside.  He’s with me.  What more can I ask for.

Get lost in him for a long moment, watching him breathe and it doesn’t even hit me how quiet it’s become.  Scoot a little closer, near enough that I can feel the heat of his body, and relax back on the bed.  Let my eyes drift closed, only for only a moment, until the sound of his snore makes me realize how quiet it really is.  Why does it seem so--

Eyes snap open and I sit up.  Shit.  Did I fall asleep?  Tilt my head to listen and, dammit, I don’t hear the roar of engines.  The second duel must be over.  Crap, crap, crap.  “June, wake up.  Junior, c’mon, wake up.”  Shake him hard until he pulls his arm away and blinks his eyes open to look up at me.

“Wha?  Huh?  Bowyer what are you--”

“We got to get out of here.  June, the race is over.  They’re gonna be back here.  Shit, I think we both fell asleep!  I don’t know how long it’s been.”  Blink when he sits up and gives me a shove.

“Relax, Clint.  We got time.  Just, get up and find our clothes.”  Watch as he rubs at his eyes and then turn and rolls off the bed.  Crap, I think my clothes were in the front of the coach.  Catch sight of June’s firesuit and toss it his direction.  He catches it one handed and I see him pulling into it, his nomex underwear still left on the bed.  Aw hell, Kev really is gonna kill us.  Hurry down the short hall and look around, not seeing my boxers so I just snatch up my jeans from the floor and pull into them as I hear Junior coming down the hall behind me.  Look around for my shirt and find it draped across the back of the bench seat at the table.  Take in the scattered mess of papers all over the floor and I have second thoughts again, until I feel a strong arm slide around my waist.

“C’mon Clint, let’s get out of here.  I’m not even half done with you yet.”  Feel him press against me and nod as I spot one of my shoes on the floor.  Pull away reluctantly to put it on and shoot a glance back to see Dale already completely dressed in his firesuit, still looking fresh from victory lane.  But I know better.  I know exactly where he’s been and where he’s gonna be for the rest of the night…and I’m looking forward to it.  Grab my other shoe, slip it on then head to the door, deliberately not looking back at the carnage we left behind.  I know I’ve stepped over the line with Dale but what choice did I have?  Now I just want to get out of here.

Slide open the door and the minute I step outside I hear two familiar voices bickering and I know we’re cutting it close.  Reach back, grab Dale by the hand and jerk him out of the coach.  He stumbles into me, almost falls and I see the Earnhardt wrath on his face as I bring my finger to my lips.  He frowns at me but I know I don’t have time to explain so I tug him down the narrow space between coaches to the end until we’re out of sight.

“Kevin, I can’t believe you left the coach open.  What were you--”

“I didn’t.  Don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.  You probably did when you--”

“I did not!”

My heart is pounding when I hear them so close and I hold Junior still, hands on his arms because I don’t want them to know we’re still here.  My back is against the end of the coach and I watch Dale as he leans to the side, just enough to see them and I really wish he wouldn’t do that.  See a slow grin cross his face and I can only assume they must’ve gone inside since the bickering has gotten quieter.  I can just imagine what’s going to happen when DeLana gets back to the bedroom--

 Her shrill scream rings out, thankfully directed at Kevin, and I’ve heard all I’m gonna hear.  Tug at Dale’s arm and bolt, not looking back and not stopping until I reach my own coach and at first I think I’ve left Dale behind, until he presses me hard against the door.  “Tryin’ to get away from me, Bowyer?  Thought you knew better than that.”

A shiver runs down my spine as he drawls the words against my ear and I know for now we’ve got a little more time to ourselves.  DeLana will want to come down and bitch us out royally but if I know Kev, and I do, he’ll want to exact his revenge later, once he’s had time to take it all in.  Not to mention he’s going to get the first wave of bitching.  Maybe we should hide out later. But not now.  Now it’s time to have a little more fun.  “Oh, I know you alright.  I knew you’d follow my ass anywhere to get some more.”

“Someone sure has a high opin--”

Cut him off with a kiss as I spin around against the coach.  Grin at him when he looks at me in surprise and give him a wink.  “And you know I’ve earned it.  Now get inside with me and celebrate before the wrath of Harvicks comes down on us both.”  He grins and I know I’ve got him.  I just hope the eventual fallout isn’t more than either of us expect.

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