Throwdown: Kansas Style

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Summary: Clint is no one’s pushover anymore.

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
SERIES/SETTING: Path of Thorns
CHARACTERS: Clint Bowyer, Dale Earnhardt Jr, Kevin Harvick, Clint POV
PROMPT: Taming the Muse #115 & 116 (#90 & 91 for me) - Cavort & A Rolling Stone Crushes Toes
COMPLETED: October 24, 2008
WORDS: 4,297
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 after Clint won a rain shortened Nationwide race at Bristol, one week after his and Kevin’s “prank” on Junior.
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Bowyer Motorcoach – Bristol Motor Speedway – March 15th, 2008

I figured it’d be a bad week.  Heck, I figured everything would go to hell after the stunt Harvick and I pulled last weekend.  I expected a lot of things, but never in my wildest dreams did I figure Kev would be right.  But he was.  Not that I’ll ever admit it to him.  His head’s big enough as it is.

Pull a beer out of the fridge then walk over to the window to watch the rain.  Bless the sweet, wonderful rain.  Rain is supposed to suck.  Rain is supposed to ruin your weekend, but it’s done nothin’ but make my day.  Take a swig of the beer then run my fingers through my still shower damp hair to make it spike up the way I like.  I guess I should’ve listened to Kev a long time ago.  He’s been known to give good advice when you can cut through al the bullshit.

Grin and savor the sound of the rain pounding the roof of my coach.  Kev’s still leading the Nationwide points, but not for long.  He’ll have Cale in the car soon and the points lead will be all mine.  Funny how things have started looking up since I kicked Junior out of my life.  I swear it all seems like karma.  When Dillon told me he was in a wreck on lap four it was all I could do not to bust a gut laughing.  The only thing better was he had to keep driving that crap car to a 29th place finish.  That’s the only bad part about the rain ending the race early.  I’d have rather seen him sweat out all 300 laps.  Ah well, it was close to 200.  I’m sure it was more than enough to ruin his day.

Chuckle soft to myself and take another long drink from my beer.  It’s not quite as sweet as the champagne from earlier but it’ll do, at least until Harvick gets here.  Apparently DeLana’s still driving him nuts with all the rain so he’s gonna come hang out here tonight.  Not that I mind.  It’s been kinda nice having a friend again.  I didn’t even realize how much I missed it.  I was so damn wrapped up in Junior I didn’t see anything else.  At least I’ve gotten another chance with him.  Who knows, maybe I’ll even get another chance with--

The knock at my door surprises me because I didn’t expect him so soon.  I figured he’d at least end up eating whatever DeLana threw together.  Turn for the door and set my half empty bottle on the table as I walk by.  They probably got into another huge fight.  Heck, she probably threw him out in the rain.  Slow grin crosses my face.  Maybe I should leave him out there and let him get soaked.  He really does look like a drowned rat when he’s all wet.

Hear pounding on the door again and I’m surprised he’s not yelling at me.  Usually half the lot would’ve heard him by now.  Reach to open the door and grin, all ready to tease him about being all wet.  Pull the door open and freeze because…that’s not Kev.

“What the fuck do you want, Junior?”

“Lemme in, Bowyer.  Can’t you see it’s rainin’ out here?”  I keep my hand on the door frame and my body blocking the door.  He’s not getting in unless he knocks me over, and that’s not happening.  “C’mon.  I think you owe me after the shit you pulled last week.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.  I don’t owe you--”

“How thick are you?  You think I didn’t know you were in on it with Harvick?”  He shakes his head and flings water in all directions.  “You idiot, you used a damn Jack Daniel’s bag.  Did you think I wouldn’t figure it out?”

Give him a long hard look because I can’t believe he actually thinks I’m that stupid.  Did he ever know me at all?  Or was it all about how tight my ass was and how good I sucked his cock?  White knuckle my hand around the door frame because I already know the answer.  “You were supposed to.”  Narrow my eyes a little more.  “I guess I should’ve left a note that said ‘kiss my ass’ to make it clear enough, for you.”

He blinks, takes a half step back and I realize I’ve caught him by surprise.  See him lean to try and look inside my coach and I wonder what he’s thinking.  Does he think I’ve already shacked up with someone else?  Harvick was right…again.  He told me if I played hard to get Junior would come sniffing around to see what he lost out on.  I just didn’t expect it so soon.

“Ok, well, can I come in anyway?”  His voice is suddenly less demanding and I see a hint of that lost Earnhardt I saw in Fontana.  But just as soon as I saw it it’s gone.  Continue to stare at him and make no move to get out of his way.  I’m not that much of a push over.  Sad, puppy dog eyes ain’t gonna work on me now.  “C’mon, Clint.  You made your point.  Can’t we at least talk?  Or do I have to drown out here?”

Now it’s my turn to blink in surprise when he actually asks to talk.  I didn’t think he knew how.  Never seemed like it before.  Seemed like he wanted to do anything but.  I know it could be a trick, some way to lure me back under his spell but…I have to find out.  I have to know what he could possibly have to say.  “Fine.  Take your shoes off when you come in but don’t sit down yet.  I’ll get a towel.”

He gives me a short nod and I don’t wait for anything else.  Turn away from him and head to the back to grab a towel from the bathroom, berating myself the whole way.  What the hell am I thinking letting him in?  Everything was going so well.  Now he’s going to try and screw with me and I don’t know if I’m ready for it.  It’s one thing to turn the tables on him and ignore him but to deal with him face to face?  What the hell was I thinking?

Snatch a towel out of the bathroom then storm back through the coach.  He’s still standing by the door, soaked to the bone and dripping all over everything.  At least he had the decency to listen and take off his shoes.  Toss the towel at him, deliberately aiming for his head but he catches it in time.  “Dry off then you can tell me what’s so damn important.”  Brush past him to get my beer and down the rest of it all in one gulp before adding, “Then you can get out.”

“Harvick must love this.  So what did he have to do to get you on his side anyway?  He finally end up inviting you into his bed?”

Slam the empty bottle on the table so hard we both flinch at the sound.  Then I move over to the cabinets and pull out a glass, adding ice and Jack as I growl a reply.  “That all you think about, Earnhardt?  Sex and who’s fucking who?”  Spin around to glare at him and for an instant he actually has the decency to look ashamed.  “I’m not screwing, Harvick.  I fucked with you because all you do is treat people like shit.  Thought you deserved a taste of your own medicine for once.”

Take a long drink of the amber whiskey and savor the burn all the way down.  I can’t believe this jackass has the gall to think he knows me.  He doesn’t know anything.  He never did.  All he knows is how to get someone off and I can’t believe I fell for it.  I can’t believe I fell for him.

“So that how it is?  Everything’s my fault?  Guess you’ll be on your knees crawlin’ back to Athena anytime now, huh?”  He moves closer and I’m immobilized at the cold look in his eyes.  “Tell her how it was all a mistake.  How I forced you into everything.  How you didn’t enjoy a thing.  Might as well leave your balls on the table now, Bowyer, cuz when she gets done with you they’re not gonna be fit for--”

Shove him back hard with both hands and the next thing I know my head is ringing and I’m trying to stay on my feet.  Heat radiates through the right side of my face and when I raise my head and get my balance I see three Earnhardts, all with their fists raised like they’re in a boxing ring.  I know that stance and I know what he expects.  Time he learns that in Kansas we do things a little differently.

Rush him with no warning and don’t even try to take a swing, just aim for his midsection with all my body weight.  He makes a muffled cry when we both hit the ground and I take advantage of his stunned surprise and punch him hard in the ribs.  He gasps for air and tries to push me off but I pin him down.  We may be the same height but I have a little weight on him and I use every bit of it to keep him from bucking me off.  “You don’t know anything you sorry sonofabitch.”  Connect with his ribs again because they’re the only thing I can hit without chancing him getting away.

“Fuck you…Bowyer,” he spits at me and I shake my head, only realizing I’m bleeding when I see a few drops of blood land on his face.

“I don’t think so, Junior.  You’ve taken enough. “  Reach down between us and grab at the waist band of his jeans.  Try to get them undone as he squirms and I press down on him more to keep him trapped.  “What’s wrong?  I thought all you cared about was sex, right?  Isn’t this what you want?”

“Get the hell off me, Bowyer.”  He shoves at me and I struggle to hold him down, pinning him until he goes still.  Take the opportunity to reach down between us again but then he bucks hard and I lose all my leverage. 

Hiss as my back hits the base of the couch and glare at him.  “Fuck you, Earnhardt.  You’re the one who started all this shit.  Isn’t this why you’re here?  To try and get laid?”  Kick at him and connect with his shin as he pushes himself to a sitting position.

“You’re an idiot, Clint.”  Narrow my eyes but it doesn’t seem to faze him as he reaches down to rub his shin.  “First you follow me around, now you follow Harvick.  How has anything changed?  You’re just gonna be his fuckin’ puppy, get back with the blond and end up with Harvick’s wife picking out your china pattern.”  He sits up a little straighter then leans forward on his hands.  “Either way, you’re still a following little bitch.”

Lunge for him and grab him by his arms, slamming him against the base of the chair behind him.  I’m not a follower.  I can make my own damn decisions.  I fucked with him because I wanted to.  Not because of Harvick.  Kev just had the idea.  Stare into his eyes and I see the mocking conviction.  His mind is made up and nothing I say will make him believe me.  But maybe there’s something I can do.

“You think I’m Kev’s puppy?  You think he rules my life?  He doesn’t control me anymore than you do.  Not anymore.”  Slam him back against the base of the lounge chair again and kiss him.  Hard.  I feel him stiffen for an instant and I’m not sure if it’s because he doesn’t want me or because I’ve never been this aggressive before.  I don’t care.  We both know damn well how much this would piss Kevin off so he has to see I’m not gonna be manipulated.  Not by either of them.

Crush my lips to his and shove him back when he tries to lean into me.  This time it’s all on my terms and I’m not in the mood to play soft and sweet.  Not anymore.  He may not want a boyfriend, but I’m more than a fuck toy to be used and thrown away.  He can call it what he wants but I’m not gonna be the only one giving anymore.  I can take as good as he can.

Reach my hand down between us and this time I don’t screw around.  Rip his jeans open and shove my hand inside, unsurprised to find he’s already getting off on this.  I had a feeling he likes it hard and rough.  Well, fine.  He’ll get it, but because I say so.  Run my hand over his hard cock and somewhere in the back of my mind is a lingering doubt that maybe this is what he was planning all along, that I’m still a fly in his web.  No.  No, this is on my terms.  This is all about me.

Break the kiss and ignore the look in his eyes that could be amusement and growl at him before pulling back.  “Get on your hands and knees.”  I watch him a moment, wondering if he’s gonna fight me but when he turns to do as I ask, I crawl the short distance to the couch and slide my hand under the cushion.  Wrap my hand around the lube I knew I’d find and I’m glad I didn’t toss it all out.  I wasn’t exactly expecting anything, but I figured if it wasn’t hurting anything why not leave it?  I’m glad I did because there’s no way I’d take my eyes off him now.

Move behind him as he gets into position and rip his jeans and boxers down.  Get up on my knees then lean over him, pressing my body against him.  “This isn’t about you or Harvick this time.  This is about me.”  Wrap my arms around him to run my hands over his chest and down to his hips.  Squeeze them tight then quickly unfasten my jeans, shoving them down just enough.  I’m not interested in cuddling this time.  All I want is to take, to let him know how it feels, to be the one in control for once.

I hear him make a noise underneath me that could be one of frustration but at least he’s smart enough to stay quiet.  He starts ordering me around again I’m done.  I’m not his bitch.  Not anymore.  Pour some lube into my hand then toss the tube so it slides under the couch.  Good enough place for now.  Run my hand over my cock and I don’t know when I’ve wanted anyone more.  This is nothing but need and want and making things right.  And I’m not wasting any more time.

Grab his hips tight and thrust mine forward, slamming inside him with no warming and this time he does cry out.  See him bow his head, hands clawing the carpet before slamming back against me with so much force it almost knocks me over.  I knew he’d want it hard and rough.  And I can do that because I get it now.  I’ll play this game with him but only on my terms…because I do still want him.

Grit my teeth and thrust into him harder.  He’ll be lucky not to have rug burns all the way down his forearms, but I don’t care.  Not anymore.  I’ll fuck him as long and hard as he wants because there will be more “Fontanas,” more moments when he lets his guard down.  There will be more times he needs more than this, when he needs a friend and whether he fucking likes it or not I’ll be there.  But I won’t push.  Not like before.  And I won’t let Kev in on it this time either.  This time I’m running the show.  This time it’s gonna work.

Clutch at his hips tighter as I speed my pace and this is all gonna end too quick, but that’s how he likes it.  Hard, fast, again and again, an amazing passion that consumes you whole and I want it all again.  I need it.  I just need to do it right.  Wrap one arm around his waist and take him in my hand so his hot flesh slides through my fist with each stroke  He lets out a low cry and I know he’s close.  More, a little more.  Slam into him harder, grinding him down into the carpet and I let it all go.  Squeeze him tighter, as I thrust into him over and over and I vaguely hear his scream as I crash over the edge.

Stars, I’m seein’ fuckin stars as bright as a Kansas summer night.  How could I ever think of giving this up?  Slump over him and nearly pass out on the floor next to him.  Stretch out on the carpet, broad smile on my face and could honestly stay right here for awhile.  But I know how things go.  He’ll probably be out of here in another few minutes, unless he’s looking for another round.  Raise my hips off the floor then reach down to tug up my jeans before looking over to see him still laying prone on the floor.  His head pillowed on his hand and his ass still bare for all the world to see.  Gotta admit, I like the view.

Resist the temptation to curl up next to him and push myself to my feet.  A few weeks ago I’d have my arm around his waist and be kissing his neck, trying to steal a few quiet moments before he either left or we went at each other again.  But I’ve learned better.  He’ll come to me when he wants to and until then I’m not gonna push him.  Cross over to the fridge and pull it open.  “Wanna beer?”

“Yeah,” is his muffled reply and I can’t help but grin.  When would the “Bud boy” not want a beer.  Reach to grab two long necks but opt for one when I remember I still have half a glass of whiskey.  Open the bottle and walk towards him, until I hear a knock at the door.  Freeze in my tracks and my eyes go wide when I remember…Kevin was coming over.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.  He sees Earnhardt here I’ll never hear the end of it.  He’ll start in on the both of us and it’ll all go to shit again.  I don’t need that.  I don’t want that.  Not when I was finally getting my friend back.  Slam the bottle on the table and some of it sloshes and runs down the side but I don’t care.  Rush over to Junior, grab his arm and try to tug him to his feet.

“Clint, what the hell?  What are you--”

“Shifty?  You gonna open up or what?  It’s still wet out here.  Open the damn door.”

Junior’s eyes widen slightly and I can see the sarcastic comment on his lips as he looks to the door.  Oh, no you don’t.  You aren’t fucking ruining this already.  Jerk him hard to get him to his feet and pull up his jeans.  “Not a fucking word, Earnhardt.  You play this my way or we ain’t playing at all.”

His eyes widen even more and he pulls back from me, glaring as he fastens his jeans.  “I don’t know what you think you’re gonna pull, Bowyer, but I ain’t--”

“Yes, you will.”  Back away from him and snatch his wet shoes off the floor, throwing them his direction.  Then I grab my glass from before off the table and dump the whiskey in the sink along with the glass.  Kev doesn’t need to know we were “having drinks.”  No, if he’s going to believe this at all…I’m gonna have to be real, real good.  Take a deep breath then turn on Junior…in more ways than one.

“Get the fuck out of here!” I scream more than loud enough for Kevin to hear.  Then I advance on June right as he gets his shoes on and hurl him into the door.  He hits it with a hard thud and looks at me like I’m insane and maybe I am.  Maybe I have to be if this is ever gonna work.

Fist my hands in his shirt and pull him close against me.  “Go along with it and I’ll make it worth your while,” I tell him low and under my breath before kissing him hard and slamming him against the door again.

“Damn right you will,” he hisses back at me and pulls me close for another kiss.  I can hear Harvick yellin’ about something and beating on the door but I relent and kiss June back hard, for a moment.  Then I pull back, make sure he’s on his feet, and open the door behind him to send him crashing into Kevin.

The look on June’s face is priceless and I have no doubt he’ll find a way to make me pay, but I don’t care.  I’m gonna have it all, my friend and my lover.  And why shouldn’t I?  Harvick doesn’t need to know everything I do and Earnhardt can play my game for once.  We can be lovers, just like he wants…and when he needs more….

Shake my head slightly and watch as Harvick pushes Earnhardt so hard he almost falls down.  He casts a glance at me and his eyes widen before he turns on Junior.  “What the fuck Earnhardt?  He didn’t want you so you try and beat his ass?”

Reach up and wipe the side of my face.  I forgot the blood.  Eyes snap to Earnhardt and I wonder if he’ll blow my cover.  What if he was here to fuck with me?  This would be the perfect chance.  Eyes lock with his briefly then he glares at Kev.  “As if, Harvick.  We were just discussing your ‘prank’ last week.”  He glances at me and I hope to hell Kev can’t read his eyes.  He looks back at Harvick and shrugs at him.  “We got a little carried away,” he says as he rubs at his jaw.  He’s covering, but will Kev buy it?

Kevin moves faster than I expect and grabs Junior, fisting his hands in his shirt.  I jump when I hear his back slam against the side of my coach and the vicious sound of Kev’s words take me my surprise.  “Back the fuck off Earnhardt.”  Hear Kevin slam him against the coach again and I lean outside to get a better view.  “You fuck with him again, I don’t care who you are, I’ll make you pay.  I’m sure RC will be very interested in knowing you’re beating on one of his drivers.”

See Kev stumble back a step and I realize it’s because June pushed him.  “Don’t worry Harvick.  You ain’t need to go runnin’ to Daddy on my account.”  Junior shoots me another look and I can see the anger in his eyes…along with something else.  It isn’t over.  He had the perfect chance right there but for whatever reason he kept his mouth shut.  I’m not gonna assume too much, not this time.  But he did stay quiet and that’s something.  “See you around, Bowyer, Harvick.”  And without another word he heads into the night and back to his own coach.

“Fucking bastard.  Who the hell does he think he is?”  Stare after him another moment then force myself to pay attention to Kevin’s words.  Look over at him and I can see he’s checking me out, trying to figure out what happened.  I hope I don’t look like I just finished fucking Junior on my floor.  “I can’t believe he’d show up here still trying to get some.”  Move out of his way as he climbs inside.  “I hope you knocked some sense into him.”

Nod and kick the towel Junior was using earlier aside as I answer him.  “Yeah, yeah, I got in a few good shots after he sucker punched me.”

“Good.”  He glares out the door then slides it shut.  “I’m proud of you.  About time he got what was coming.”  Kevin shoots me a broad smile and adds, “Just wish I could’ve seen it.”

“You didn’t miss nothin’,” I tell him as I rub the back of my neck and turn to grab him a beer from the fridge.  “Trust me, wasn’t that exciting.”

“I have a hard time believing that,” he says with a laugh as he takes the beer from me. He gives my shoulder a friendly push as he takes a drink and I can’t help but smile at the devilish look in his eyes.  “Bet you took him by surprise, didn’t you Kansas boy?”

Grin again and this time I mean it.  “I did catch him off guard.”  Chuckle as I pick up the beer I opened before and everything starts to feel right again.  This is how it should be.  Me and Kev joking around and laughing like we used to.  He doesn’t need to know about Junior yet.  Once things calm down, once there’s a reason to tell him I’ll tell him.  Until then I’m going to have my cake with a side of Earnhardt.  Slow smile crosses my face.  Everything’s rolling right into place.  What could possibly go wrong?

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