Something in the Air

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Summary: Being nearly 2000 miles away from home has its advantages.

AUTHOR: Zippit
EMAIL: zippit@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
SERIES/SETTING: If I’d Never Known Your Love
CHARACTERS: Kevin Harvick/Dale Earnhardt Jr, Kevin POV
COMPLETED: May 29, 2008
WORDS: 1,280
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: Incredibly behind, I know. I’m working on it and I should have more soon. They do like to be long winded. Enjoy the boys!
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Las Vegas Motor Speedway - Las Vegas, Nevada - January 28th, 2008

In the moment between one heartbeat and the next, I’m falling. Falling into need and desire as with only one look he sends me back to the previous night and all we got up to. The rustle of the sheets as they slid carelessly over our skin, as we were pushing and pulsing against each other. Rough and tumble, everything about us poured into the moment. Cries echoing off the walls as completion is reached again and again. Pale column of his neck exposed and marked by me as he urges me closer, pressing against me in a desperate plea for more.

It’s been a week of decadent sin. Out here on the west coast where it all doesn’t seem so real, June’s relaxed enough to tease. Mischievous glint in blazing blue eyes as he meets mine from across the garage.  This is the Earnhardt I’ve wanted to see and touch and possibly even tame.  But not a true taming because that would defeat the thrill. It’s the unexpected, stubborn streak nearly a mile wide in him that makes the fans relate and draws them in like flies. He’s unashamedly himself and he won’t change for anyone. Not even me.

I’ve finally had the pleasure of enjoying that crooked little mouth and all the sinful things he can do to me. Good thing I’m one that knows how to make it more than a oneshot deal. He’s had me flat out on my back and swallowed me whole in less than ten seconds. Not sure what about the West Coast air makes him so much more adventurous, but I need to get me some and bring it back to North Carolina so D and I can have some real fun with Mr. Earnhardt. Or maybe he’s finally getting comfortable with all we want from him. Shy, reserved, boy and daaaaaaamn has it been fun corrupting him until he can’t see straight.

I know D’s had her fun too. One day once the season’s started we need to officially sanction everything by sharing some fun times in our respective coaches. I wonder what June has inside his. We made the time to hang out, even park next to each other in the motorcoach lot, but never had that much time to just sit around and talk. Still don’t exactly have that time, but then we have the time in bed. That’s less and more than what we had before.

Pale creamy skin shivering under my touch. Does he have any idea what he does to me? The slight quirk of his mouth lets me know he has some inkling. Shift against the pitbox and turn back to the conversation Todd’s been having without me. Nod along when I can sort of pick up the thread of the conversation. More about setups and what we need to do. Things Todd’s picked up from Gil and from Scott. Chuckle as he says that it’ll take a bit to get used to the language barrier between him and Tony Jr. otherwise he’d have brought over what June was running and how he was handling on the track.

We haven’t hit the town of Vegas yet and I’m wondering how much beer it’d take to get June drunk enough to have sex in the elevator or someplace else just as risqué.  It’s almost a pity D isn’t out here to enjoy all the temptations with us, but then we come back to Vegas in no time at all. We can take advantage of some of the side attractions then.

Watch him lean against the wall at the opening of the garage stall and it’s still culture shock thinking of the Bud 8 as part of the RCR stable instead of the competition. He’ll have a hell of a time qualifying in for each race. He’s never been a Newman type qualifier but he’s done alright. Better than me anyway. It’d be horrible to start off the season with one of the teams already down in the hole. With all the increased pressure on Junior after his move to RCR, it’s something to see that he’s not let it affect him at all. He’s still the same stubborn guy doing as he pleases. He shows up and shows up to work for the tests and the team meetings and everything racing related. He just plays as hard.

Slow grin steals across my face and now I’m part of how hard he plays. Once the excitement of corruption wears off, we’ll need to see where June hangs out and start having a few parties with his buddies to get to know them.

He runs a hand through his hair and shifts his weight to his right foot as he listens to his crew babble on about the car, the handling, and who knows what else. I just want to take him to someplace private, maybe even cool, and make him scream once more. Or maybe I’ll take control of that pretty, crooked little mouth and I’ll be the one screaming for mercy. It’s a sweet torture I’ll never grow tired of. We haven’t even really played with the toys and other things yet. It’s all been about learning each other in the whirlwind of weeks before the season starts in earnest.

I’m looking forward to weekends filled with nothing but each other and the racing with no place to go unless the sponsors call. I wonder what prerace rituals he has. Think I heard some mention where he has no rituals, but we all have them. D gives me a kiss good luck before I climb into the car and we lock fingers on the grid. It’s both a charm and a chance to say we love each other in case we don’t see each other again. Hazard of the sport and I know it intimately. That three I stare at every time I climb into the car is more than proof enough.

He widens his stance to brace himself against the garage wall and all I want to do is slide close to him, strip him, and sink into his tight ass. Oh so tight. Perfect. And he’s oh so willing, writhing and screaming, pleading for more. He likes to lose control and I hunger to be the one and only that makes him do so. He looks exquisite when he comes undone and no one else gets to see that.

Mmm…I could walk over there, turn him around and pin him against the garage wall, hands above his head as I whisper tales into his ear about what I’d do to him. Keep him distracted with my voice until I slowly sink inside him with a low groan. So fucking perfect and he wouldn’t care who saw us together because he’s lost in me. And no, I wouldn’t care at all who saw because all they’d see is that he’s mine.

Slow grin as I trail my gaze down his body and even from this distance he seems to feel my eyes because he turns and our gazes lock. Two can play at this game. Lick my lips and make a point of looking at his crotch. Nearly purr because I can feel the tension from here. I want him and if it means playing this game till the end of the test session just so I can have him desperate and horny for me when we get to the hotel? So be it. I won’t complain one bit. Finally, Todd lets us loose and I saunter my way over towards him to compare notes and maybe to rile him up just a little more.

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