76 - Mt Everest - Christmas Possession - 2008 RCR AU - Zippit - NASCAR AU

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Title: Christmas Possession
Author: Zippit
Fandom: NASCAR AU
Series: 2008 RCR AU
Character(s): Kevin Harvick/Dale Earnhardt Jr, Kevin Harvick/Delana Harvick, Clint Bowyer/Athena Barber; Kevin POV
Prompt: #76 - Mt Everest (7.21)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 7,516
Written For: tamingthemuse
Completed: January 5, 2008
Disclaimer: Not real; don't know them, don't claim to know them. Only the makings of my imagination.
Author’s Note: One loud muse finally gets what he wants. Enjoy!
Summary: What a better way to welcome a new teammate than with a bet.


Christmas Possession

RCR Christmas Party 2007

Alright, so Shifty and I got a deal. First one to get Earnhardt under the mistletoe gets to keep him. Not sure how we're gonna keep him but we'll figure that out later.

D rolls her eyes at me primping in front of the mirror as we get ready for the RCR Christmas Party. "Hey, Earnhardt's gotta have some standards and I'm not gonna let any advantage I have go to waste."

She laughs at me. "You are taking this bet way too far. Who says he'd even want to kiss either of you?" Blonde hair sweeping over her shoulder as she puts in her dangly sapphire earrings that accent those blue eyes of hers.

"You kiss me." I pout as I try and make my stupid hair look somewhat decent.

"I married you." She says. As if that settles anything. She takes pity on me and combs my hair into something that looks half way decent.

She steps back, slipping in her other earring, as she takes a critical look at me. "You do fill out a suit nicely."

Stand straighter and smooth the suit over my waist. "Think I can beat Shifty to him?" I'm almost glad RC made this year's Christmas party a formal occasion. It gives us an excuse for dragging all this shit out.

She smoothes her hands over the sleek silk of her pale blue satin evening gown. And I'm damn glad Stewart has no chance of ever joining RCR. Half the eyes in the shop will be on my wife the whole night. "If you're lucky. You can't always believe all the rumors you hear, Kevin."

"Have you seen his mouth? It's just made for wrapping around…." Trail off and let her imagine before slipping in the final word. "Wouldn't you love to know what else it could do?"

Smirk at the look that steals over her face for an instant. Yes, I know my wife and damn, sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky. She's never wanted to share one of my lovers before, but I can see she wants to make an exception this time. Granted…if I get him first.

She shakes herself out of it and smacks my arm. "Don't make a fool out of us tonight," she says and grabs her matching purse off the dresser. "But…," her voice drops to a whisper, "do try and win for once."

Laugh as she glides out of our bedroom ahead of me. I knew it. Mmm, love seeing her in heels and they do make her ass look even more tempting. Catch up with her and slide my arm around her waist, giving her ass a pat, while I brush my lips against her ear. "No worries, sweetheart. I'll be sure to bring him home for us."

~*~

Catch up with Clint at the shop and Athena's looking vibrant on his arm, sparkling like the jewel she is. The girls wish us luck rather sarcastically before heading off to mingle with the rest of the crowd.

I know what D thinks of the whole thing, but I have no damn clue what Athena does. Look askance at Clint. "What's the goddess' opinion on the whole thing?"

"She told me not to hurt myself." He sips at the wine he must've picked up on the way in and pops what looks like a Macadamia nut into his mouth. "She also said if I do manage to win that she better be invited."

Laugh hard at his words. Fuck, how did we luck out? We have two of the prettiest ladies in the world and they don't give a crap about who or what we want as long as they have a part. Clap his shoulder and grin. "We're some lucky bastards."

He turns blue eyes of a different shade on me and it's no wonder Athena's with him. I don't pay much attention half the time because he's Shifty, my best friend, but he makes a good picture in a suit. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and that welcoming smile. "Hell yeah. Like I could forget. You spot him yet?" He looks back into the crowd, our ladies bright beacons among them, but looking for someone else.

Shake my head and tuck my hands into my pockets before looking toward the entrance. "Not yet." He could still screw it up for us. He's the unknown in the whole equation and that's what drew the bet. It'd be fun and something unexpected, a challenge.

"Think he'll show up with a date?"

"Nope, D talked to Tony Jr. If he shows up with someone, it'll be someone not even his family knows about." He really could cause so many damn problems. He shows with anyone, there go our plans, and yeah sure, we're gonna have plenty of opportunities, him becoming our teammate and all, but this would be one hell of a Christmas treat.

Elbow to the side and Clint nods to the doorway. There he is, trying to sneak in like he's just another member of the RCR family. And he will be, but not tonight. Heads turn and damn him, he can still make an entrance even when he's not trying. Resplendent in that dark suit, tailored to perfection, and he's gotta feel the gaze of everyone in the room because he ducks his head and looks for the nearest refuge.

Clint and I exchange a look. "We really gotta break him of that shyness." Clint nods in agreement and polishes off his drink, setting it down on the table behind us.

I know it'll just take a little time and patience. Junior'll win everyone over without a doubt even if he has them himself. Hold out my hand and shake Clint's when he takes it. "Good luck." Wink at him and grin. "You'll need it."

His eyes crinkle as he chuckles. "We'll see about that, Harvick. I'll see you under the mistletoe." Not if I get there first. Watch him slip off into the crowd and ease into it myself, but in the direction opposite of him. Keeping an eye on him and Junior.

Slide up to D where she's talking to Todd and his wife, Ginger, and kiss D's cheek. Make small talk and try not to appear too distracted. It is good to see Todd and everyone relaxing for at least a little bit before they dive back into the grind.

Drift off from them, my arm around D's waist, and she remarks casually, "Any luck? Saw him come in awhile ago."

Squeeze her waist and smile. "No, not yet. Haven't gotten close enough." My eyes still scan the crowd. He's over there talking to RC right now and smiling politely as more people come by to welcome him to the fold.

She follows my gaze. "Honestly, he should be more relaxed. He practically grew up in this shop."

Chuckle at her words and lean close to say soft against her ear, "You know how he is. It's in the last name I swear." Her hand slides up my arm and she leans against me for a moment.

"Don't scare him, Kevin."

Kiss her forehead and gaze down into her eyes. "I won't. I'll be good."

Her chuckle warms me and her smile lights up the room. "You've never been the right definition of 'good' since I met you." Then her eyes grow worried and she squeezes my arm. "Just be careful, alright?"

I nod and let her waft back into the crowd, gazing after her a moment. Junior's tougher than she thinks. He's not someone to be protected. Anything, I think he'd resent being protected. I'll have to ask her what she sees that I don't.

Turn back to where I last saw RC and Junior and…they're no longer there. RC's drifted off to talk to some of the guys toward the center of the shop floor. Frown. Now where's Junior? He's gotta be itching for a place to escape to right now.

Catch Clint's eye across the floor where he's with Athena and talking to some of his crew and arch an eyebrow. Slight shake of his head. He doesn't see him either. Much as Clint and I want to have fun with Earnhardt, he's still a friend and a teammate.

Glint of red catches my eye and there aren't enough redheads in the world or this shop for me not to recognize who it is. The fanfare around him has died down and he's just another member of the crowd.

No one's watching his every move anymore and I bet he was waiting for this moment the instant he stepped inside the door. No one's watching but me as I sneak a glance back at Clint and he's distracted. Good.

Turn back to Junior and watch him steal a glass of champagne from the table and plate of food before he slips out of the main shop area. Follow him at a discreet distance and make sure Clint has no idea where I am. Junior's mine.

Grin as I see him slip down the hallway leading to the offices upstairs where I know mistletoe hangs from every doorway. Often as I tell the girls not to hang them everywhere, I don't mind. Not this time. Not when I have my goal within reach.

I know RC showed him the office that's now his, but he nearly doesn't use it. Damn Earnhardt. You belong here now. Get used to it. He hesitates a long moment before the door, casting a glance down the hall and I barely duck back in time to avoid being seen.

Breathe again when I hear the door scrape softly open and his footsteps inside. Walk down the hall and he's still stopped in the doorway. Perfect. He's gotta be talking in the bare space before him. I wonder what he'll fill it up with. Maybe I can help decorate.

But first I wanna start by making some memories. Slip behind him to breathe lightly on his neck and grin at his shiver. Grin even more when all he does is brush a hand against the back of his neck. Hmm, guess he set down the champagne and the food. Even better for me. No mess to clean up as I wrap my arm around his waist and whisper against his ear, "What'cha hiding back here for, Earnhardt?"

Tighten my grip around him at the expectant jump, his words tickling against my skin as he turns to look at me. "What the hell do you think you're doing Harvick?"

Brief doubts enter my mind, does he even swing this way? Take a clearer look at him and the faint blush on his cheeks chases away all further thoughts. Never knew Earnhardt could still blush. Wonder what the most risqué thing he's ever done is. Hope it'll be me.

Slide my hand over the small of his back and there's no mistaking that shiver. It's one of desire. I grin and point above us. "You're standing under the mistletoe, Earnhardt." Watch his eyes go up and my gaze drops unconsciously to the pale length of his neck.

Lick my lips, lean forward, and flick my tongue against his pulse which stutters then races under my lips. "Wha-what are you doing?"

Peer up at him with innocent eyes, but I know I'm given away by the pieces of obsidian glittering in their depths. Whisper soft against his skin, "Upholding tradition," and brush kisses along the line of his neck. Slide my hand from around his waist to ghost over his ass and I'm rewarded with a gasp and a thrust of his hips against mine.

I got him pinned against the doorway, his body warm and pliant against mine. I haven't heard a protest. Trace my free hand along the column of his neck while his eyes flutter in response, his head tilting back to lean against the wood. Murmur softly, "Did you really think you could escape without a kiss under the mistletoe?"

He wets his lips and opens dark midnight blue eyes and oh fuck, before his voice sweetened like the best strawberry wine, rolls over me. "I was hoping. You gonna put an end to my hopes?"

Oh fuck yes. Tease my lips against his jaw and press closer against him. "Hell yes, but I'm gonna replace them with something better." His soft chuckle sends a cascade of desire through me and I tilt my head to be met with dazzling blue eyes.

"I ain't easy for just anyone," he reassures me with a soft drawl. I wondered. I thought he'd fight. I'll ask him about it later because right now, I'm here to collect on tradition.

Eyes lock with his and I close the miniscule space remaining between us to kiss his lips. A moan I almost don't hear graces the air and I wonder. How long has it been? Is he desperate or does he have a line of calls he can make if he's ever needy?

Growl against his lips and deepen the kiss. Something inside me wants to make sure the only call he ever makes is to me. Caress my hand down his body until I feel his hardness under my touch. That's right, give into me, give me it all.

His lips part slow under mine and he winds a leg around mine, urging me closer. Slide my tongue in against his and fuck…how's he taste like sin and pleasure all rolled into one? Map out the sweet cavern of his mouth, pressing him more firmly against the doorway, as I stroke him slow through the slacks that do nothing to hide his growing desire.

Kiss him long and slow, he's not gonna forget me. I'm not another anonymous fuck. He'll remember me and want me. Beg for me. Keep that mouth of his distracted with my own, nibble on his lips before tugging gently, while my hands pull up his shirt and slide up warm skin to brush against his nipples. I rub my thumbs in small circles over them, swallowing his moans, before I pull back to look at him.

Lips slightly swollen and reddened from our kisses, lazy desire simmering in his eyes, and that lightly debauched look about him. Growl low and he's mine. This is what a kiss under the mistletoe should do to someone. Leave them a little desperate for more, not one of those holiday family moments you always see on TV.

Slide my hand down over his stomach, teasing lower and under the waist of his boxers. Hear a soft inhale of breath and the way his lips part in desire shouldn't turn me on so much. Caress my fingers just above his groin and receive a low moan for my trouble. Slip my hand free to unbutton the dress shirt that clings to him like a silky second skin. "You want me, Earnhardt?"

A slow smile and his hands moving from their place on my hips to strip me from my own suit are what I receive in reply. I let the fancy clothes pool at my feet when he pushes them off my shoulders. I don't care. It doesn't matter, not with him before me. Urge him away from the wall to slip him from his shirt and jacket.

Mmm, pale skin against dark wood and I have to mark it. Lean forward and suckle hard at his neck, leaving a mark I know where all can see and I don't care. I'll just grin when he rubs at it self-consciously when we finally have to rejoin the party below.

His hands slide feather light over my chest and I wonder what goes through his mind. Naked desire? Second thoughts? I don't know him well enough to guess. But I do know his intent when they squeeze my ass before undoing the waist of my slacks. Purr soft against his ear, "You been naughty or nice this year, Daaaale?"

Chuckle against his ear at his shiver and still his hands before he has me utterly bare. "Tell me, Eaaarnhardt. You wanting to give everyone a show right here in the hall or should we take this into the privacy of your new office?"

He pulls me into a hard kiss, pushing me back against the opposite side of the doorway and it's about damn time! I wondered if he was wild at all or nothing more than the southern gentleman I know he tries to hide. His hand squeezes my hip hard as he drags me against him. "These those hopes you been talking about?"

I swear his eyes flash even darker and before I can respond he's painting a picture I can't resist. "Hopes 'bout bending me over that nice, new desk and having your way with me? Fucking me hard and rough till I'm bruised with how bad you want me?"

God yes, fuck yes, and that sweet southern drawl makes the words rolling off his tongue even more deceptively hot. "Your chest pressed 'gainst my back, hands laced through my own, as you pound me so hard I don't know even know my own name. That the hopes you planning to give me?"

"Ooooh fuuuuuuuuuck…." He has me, he fucking has me. When did the tables get turned? When did he peel back the layers and see into my mind? Watch the slow smirk curl across his lips, the dark look in his eyes, and hell, this could be better than I thought. He'll be a challenge alright and mine to tame.

Push him back and pin him against the doorway once more, kissing him breathless before I drag him inside the office and kick the door shut behind us. No one's gonna be coming down here tonight. They don't have any reason.

And fuck it all, I am gonna have him tonight and I don't care if the whole damn shop knows exactly what we got up to. Not even Clint's gonna have a chance at him after tonight. I know he wouldn't break our deal, but there's something about Earnhardt charm that makes you forget everything else in your life.

He matches my steps forward with a step of his own backwards, stripping himself out of his slacks that do nothing to hide his desire. Desire I caused. Moan low as he steps back into a patch of light and reveals every inch of pale skin to my eyes.

He's like a god, silhouetted by the faint halo of light seeping into the room from the party below. Proud and unashamed as he stands naked before me. How many have seen him like this? Seen the devil hidden under the sweetness. If I have my way, I'll be the last one he ever shows.

My eyes linger hungrily over him, caressing his pale skin with my eyes. Pale skin unblemished for now. Mark him up with my desire, mark him up like the pretty picture he painted. A lot hides under the persona he puts on for the world to devour which I've only seen the beginnings of tonight.

Kick my own slacks off, removing the lube from my pocket, before I stalk after him. There's invitation in his eyes even as he continues to back away. He leans against the desk at his back and I realize he's done that deliberately.

Arms crossed, slight smirk, and his desire jutting proudly from between his legs. Delectable, fucking edible. Not a word's been said since the door closed and I wanna break the silence with his moans. He arches an eyebrow and I quickly close the remaining distance between us, pressing him back against the desk.

Soft hiss of breath from him as the cool wood slides against his skin and I have to touch. Glide my hand across his neck then down his torso, teasing down to wrap around his cock. Breathe him in, heat rising from his sweet body to mingle with my own, and brush lips faintly against his neck. He trembles against me and bites his lip to stop a sound from coming out. "I'll have you screaming my name before I'm through with you," I whisper along his neck, pressing kisses against the pale, pale skin. "I'll make that pretty picture you painted come true in vibrant HD."

Place my hands on either side of his head and gaze down at him, spread below me and wanton for my touch. He slides back against the desk and eases his toes along the back of my thighs. "Fuuuuuck…." He's a constant source of surprise and the grin on his face let's me know he ain't no docile lamb in bed. Like I'd have expected anything less.

Pale skin against dark wood and hell, he looks like a treat freshly unwrapped and needing to be devoured. I can do that. I can happily do that. Kiss against his lips before I slowly kiss a line down his body while I trace my hands lightly down his sides. Sweet fucking hell. His moans, how he responds to my touch, he's driving me mad and we're barely even touching.

His muscles slide and jump under my lips, tease my touch along the crease of his thighs and the whimper he lets slip makes me grin. He pushes up onto his elbows to watch me, eyes glittering in the dark, and hooks legs over my shoulders. Breathe softly against his cock and look up in time to see him arch his head back at the sensation. Fucking hell…he's perfect.

On my knees before him and hell, I don't go to my knees for anyone. There's no sense of superiority, no degradation by being down here, it's nothing but anticipation tingeing the air. Rest my hands on his hips while his feet tap gently against my sides and slowly take him into my mouth. His low keen fills the air and I glance up to meet his eyes. The instant I do, I'm falling.

Falling, falling.

Slide my tongue over his head like I'm eating ice cream just so I can hear him moan and get a taste at the same time. I'm not gonna tease him long. I need to feel the heat of his body around mine and those sinful lips dropping syllables of my name as he fills with the pleasure I drive into him with every thrust.

He tastes sun-kissed and southern. I wonder how long he basks in the sun after a long day at work, sitting on the back porch, drinking some Bud as he buries himself back in the heart of his little island of land. Brush my hands along the inside of his thighs then stroke my thumbs along his sacs. Tease him, torment him. I want him to be as wound up as he possibly can be.

I wanna unleash the wildness buried inside him. Does he even know it's right there in his eyes for anyone to see? Let him slip from my lips to flick my tongue down the length of him and finally he bucks into my touch. Stroke him from base to tip as I trail my tongue lower, licking between his balls and I take each one into my mouth, warming them with my lips pressed tight around him.

Slide back to nip at the skin behind his sacs and he nearly jerks off the desk with a loud gasp of my name. Feel his thighs tremble as I push them wider to accommodate my seeking mouth. I want him. I wanna taste him. I wanna fuck him till he screams and I'm gonna start right now.

Still so quiet except for the humming in my ears, ease my hands down to cup his ass and damn, it's gonna be fucking exquisite sliding into that tightness. Before I give into what I want, I rub my cheek against his length to be rewarded with a whimper and impatient hands tugging at my shoulders. Chuckle and murmur, "In good time, Earnhardt, in good time. I'm gonna enjoy you."

His eyes widen and he presses his lips together, searching for words. His voice breathy, "Ain't that what you been doing?" His reply isn't as fiery as I've come to expect, but then I've been tormenting him. Or…has he never been with anyone that's his match? Has that fire been leashed all this time?

Simply smile at him and waste no time in pressing my lips to him and sucking. I'm ready for him this time as he again tries to buck off the desk, my hands hold him down while I continue my torment. Flick my tongue against the tight ring of muscles and hear the moans begin to fall from his lips in a constant stream.

Tease my tongue over him, pushing at the resistance until it gives then backing off. His whimpers of protest are everything I wanna hear. Gently spread his ass and push my tongue as far inside him as I can reach, sliding it against the sides as I want nothing more than to make him scream.

Here in the half light filtering in from the windows, the shadows hamper my view, but I can only imagine how fucking good he'll look if I were to roll him over and slide my tongue down the crease of his ass and really fuck him with my tongue. As it is, he's already squirming deliciously against my mouth, rocking his hips forward to drive me deeper inside. In sweet time, Earnhardt, in sweet time. I'll give you everything you want and more.

Slide my hands back up his body, sliding over his groin, but only letting my thumbs slide around the base of his cock. His low groan of protest as I slide from between his legs, leaving kisses in my wake, as I cover his body with my own.

"Keeeeeeeeev…please, fucking god, stop teasing me!" He pleads as I nibble along his jaw and smooth my hand over his side to rest on his hip possessively and my thumb brushes over the curve of it before I urge him to wrap his legs around my waist.

"You ready for more?" I tease and rock against him, the way he's positioned under me I'm already pushing at his ass. I want inside. I want inside that tight body. I wanna pin him against the damn desk and fuck him senseless like I've been wanting to do the moment we stepped in here.

"Fucking cocktease! You've had me spread out on the damn desk for who knows how long tormenting me and you ASK if I'm ready for more?!" Chuckle at his words and he really is not what I expected. Smile slow at him as he lays there flushed and begging for more with the way his body rocks insistently against mine.

“You—," and I'm cut off by the buzz of my cellphone. "Damnit!" I pull away from Dale who growls a loud protest and find my slacks scattered next to the door. Pull the fucking cell from my pocket and read the text: "Where are you?"

Fucking damnit, D! Couldn't you have chosen another damn time to text me?! I was just about to fucking "win" for us. Glare at the phone as I walk back to Earnhardt who's sat up and looks pissed enough to leave without even getting himself fucked.

"That better fucking be the only call you take, Harvick." His eyes flash fire and damnit, just seconds ago he was looking at me like I was the only one who could give him what he wanted. Push him back against the desk and even with the rage he wraps his legs around me and thrusts his hips against mine. "Fuck me!"

Quickly kiss him silent and lift his legs higher so I can give him exactly what we both want. Screw the lube, Earnhardt can take it. I waste any more time, he'll be walking out the door. Text back quickly: "fcking earnhardt" then toss the phone on the desk as I slam inside him with a low growl.

"FUCKING HELL!" I nearly howl. He's so damn tight, so damn fucking tight. Look down and there's a glazed look to his eyes as if I'm the best thing he's felt in a damn long time and I want him to know who it is that's doing this to him. Caress his jaw and kiss him with all the pent up desire inside me. His eager mouth welcomes mine and demands entrance. Surprise at his aggressiveness but damn, I'm not protesting. Tangle tongue with his and fight him for dominance though we both know who's in control here.

Rock my hips, sliding deeper inside him, and he tosses his head back to keen out my name. That's right, know who it is that's fucking you so good. Move my hands up his arms and pin them over his head as I kiss along his neck. He writhes under me, demanding I move, but na uh, not yet.

Shit…until the bastard decides to clench around me. Smirk on his lips and he knows exactly what that did to me. Growl low and kiss his lips again, nibbling down his neck while I move his hands to one of mine and ease my hand down his body to twist a nipple. He bites off a scream and jesus fuck, he's wound up. Slow smile, he's just as much at my mercy as I am at his.

Slide back the smallest bit and I'm gonna drive him wild before I give into the fucking temptation his body provides. Nearly jerk out of him when the cell vibrates again and I curse the damn thing, scrabbling for it with my free hand while he glares murder at me. "Don't answer it, Harvick. FUCK! At the least turn it off!"

I really don't fucking have time for this. I have Earnhardt spread out under me, begging for more, and fucking D keeps calling. Snarl low, I don't need this, but know if I don't answer, she'll keep fucking interrupting. Read the newest text: "Where?"

TEXT: "ofice".

TEXT: "Can I join?"

HELL. FUCKING. NO. I won him for "us," but DAMNIT, right now, right here, he's MINE. This first time, this memory? NO ONE is joining us. He's fighting my hold, swearing at me with that accent thick and convoluted over the words. Pin him back in place with a hard thrust and he keens my name, rocking against my cock buried so fucking deep inside him as I send a final message back.

TEXT: "NO. Later. MINE NOW."

It vibrates once more, but I ignore it. She can wait. I have someone much more important right here. Switch it off and shove it across the desk, hear it skitter across the smooth finish and finally land with a soft thump on the floor. No more distractions and now I can focus on the one thing that means anything right now.

Low whine slips from his lips and he's nearly fought free of my hold on his wrists, but he can't escape me. I'm still buried as far as I can go inside him and all his squirming is doing is making me harder. Tighten my grip around his wrists again and suckle at the mark I'd made earlier. "Where you think you're going, Earnhardt? Gonna leave before I can fuck you proper?"

"Fuck me proper? More like I'm keeping you from someplace you'd rather be! You been answering that phone more than you been fucking me!" He's pissed off and horny and I decide it's a good look on him. Kiss him to silence and soon he's breathless and panting under me once more.

Caress his cheek and I don't know why with him I seem to have an abundance of patience. I'm usually the first one pushing for faster, harder, more, but not this time. Not with him. He calms the whirlwind and draws me into his supernova.

Slide my hand down his chest, his skin feverish with want, and I wrap it around his cock. Bite my lip and rub my thumb gently over the slick head. My eyes lock with his, I want him to give in, I want him to open up and let me in and I can see he's fighting it with every fiber of his being.

He shudders and rolls his hips against mine, unable to touch me still. I won't be distracted so easy. Kiss and nibble along his neck, brushing lips down to tease a nipple while I continue to stroke him. "Open up Earnhardt, what're you afraid of? Nobody here, but me."

"That's the problem. It ain't supposed to be more than a quick fuck." He gasps and wraps his legs tight around me, rocking forward and fucking himself against me. Need flares bright inside me and I nearly forget what I want from him to give into the burning need.

Pull back halfway and slide slow back inside him, voice a whisper as I pin him in place with my eyes, "I'm keeping you, Earnhardt. You aren't going anywhere. You're mine." Grip his hips tight and lose some of my control as I slam into him again and again.

He arches against me with a cry and he's so tight, muscles trembling around me. I know he wants to come. Know I've probably pushed him past the point of endurance, but he needs to see that he belongs to me now. Thrust into him in a measured rhythm, slowing as I need him to give in. He pants, "Not fair…not fair…."

He's close to giving me what I want and to ease the sting I brush lips against his and fuck him like he wants. Hard, fast, slamming into him like I can't get enough and I fucking can't. His arms wrap around my shoulders to haul himself against me harder, legs so tight around my waist he's gonna bruise me.

Still suddenly with an effort, panting with the need boiling through me, and breathe against his ear, "Let me in, Earnhardt." He thrashes under me, fury in his eyes, as I deny him release for a little longer. Claws down my back and grips my ass tight, forcing me deeper. Fuuuuck, and I thought I couldn't get deeper. Swear I sink inches further inside him and I wanna pound his sweet little ass until it's so fucking sore he's limping, but not till he gives me what I want.

Don't move, don't touch him, and he's gotta realize I'm not giving in on this. I want him completely and utterly and he's gonna give it to me. Can see it seeping slow into darkened blue eyes and I brush his cheek with mine. "That's right Earnhardt, open up for me. Let me in."

Soft sigh as he nuzzles against me, pressing soft kisses against my collar. His hands ease their grip on my ass and slide over my back. Hips rock against mine and the look in his eyes is willful submission…for now. Grin and kiss him hard, you won't regret this Earnhardt. Promise you that.

Slowly pull from him like I'm gonna torment him more, but slam back inside without any warning and the howl I wrench from him is exquisite. It's so hard to take it all in. Desperate and begging, wild and eager, and all mine. Shoulda brought a camera, I wanna watch him. Wanna watch him give into me.

Suckle at his shoulder, leaving more marks. He's mine and he's gonna wear the bruises to show it. Growl low and bite hard into his skin and drag a stifled scream from him as he arches almost completely off the desk. The desk rocks under my thrusts, harder, harder, and it's not fucking enough.

Pull from him with a soft growl, I want him completely spread out under me and as far inside that ass as I can get. Ignore his whimpers, there's no chance of him walking out on me now. Rub my body against his while I urge him over onto his stomach. Voice a lust filled growl, "What was it you said? Hands laced through yours as I make you my bitch?"

Stretch him out over the surface of the desk and brush my hands up his sides, up his arms until I can lace my hands together with his and stretch them to the edge of the desk. "You're fucking perfect, Earnhardt. Perfect ass, perfect body. I could fuck you all night long." And I punctuate each word with a hard thrust into that ass that takes me in like a velvet glove.

Squeeze his hands and rub my cheek against his neck, "No words for me pretty boy? Nothing to say while I own this ass of yours?" Stop talking and fucking give in, Harvick. Take, own, talk to him later. Nudge his legs wider and pound his ass again and again. Feel him clench tight around me and he's gotta be close.

Let go of his hands to straighten and grip his hips, give his ass a slap and hear him yelp in response. Fuck, fuck, harder, deeper, wrap my hand around his cock. Doesn't even take a stroke and he's screaming my name like I knew he would as he bucks under me and comes hard. Muscles clench so, so tight around me and I know I can't resist. Long as I've held out? He's lucky I didn't come first.

Fuuuck, fuuuuck, pull out of him completely then slam inside again. He's softly keening my name as I fuck him through the spiral down and then bury myself as deep as I can, shift a little and I'm in as deep as I can go. Tight muscles milk me for all I'm worth, groaning his name, "Daaaaaaaaaaaale…," and I slump against his back. One hand curled still over his hip while the other reaches shakily to twine with his.

Nuzzle weakly at his neck and it feels like a fucking eternity before I dredge enough energy to rasp, "You… al-right?" Still too spent to move, don't really care to move. Feels perfect right here, buried in his tight ass.

"Never… been…better," he gasps and I move my head just enough to look at him. I'd be smirking if I could cause he's slumped over the table like he's passed out. Hand dangling limply over the edge of the desk while the other lays laced with mine, head pressed against the polished wood like it's a pillow.

Kiss his shoulder and close my eyes. Don't wanna move. Don't make me move. Breathe in deeply and inhale the scent of sex and him and us and lick his shoulder. I don't think I could even get it up again and I usually go a few rounds.

Finally push up on one hand, it nearly gives out the first time, second I make it. Groan low and his whimper joins mine when I ease from him. Look him over, he's completely fucked. Grin curls my lips as I take in his wild hair, marks down his sides, more marks along his shoulders and neck. Place a kiss against the back of his neck, my voice rougher than I've ever heard it, "You look utterly fucked."

He groans low and shifts enough to raise his head slightly and look at me. "I feel it…." I leave him there and move over to the chair behind the desk, sinking into the cold leather with a shudder. Already miss the heat from his body.

He's closed his eyes again and I watch him. Long length of him spread over the desk and I'll never be able to walk in here without being half hard. Pale skin still so fucking delectable against the dark wood and now my marks mar his skin. Smirk and push the rolling chair closer to trail fingers over the marks on his neck and shoulders.

He shivers at my touch and I want to see him better. "Dale." Call his name again when he doesn't move. "Dale."

"What?" He pries an eye open to look at me, still too spent to want to move. Took a lot out of him, I'll need to work on that.

"C'mere, I wanna get a closer look at you." He's mine whether he knows it or not. I don't know if he will or if he'll be stubborn and stay slumped over the table.

"Ain't your little doll…," he says and I'm a little surprised he listens as I watch him carefully lever himself off the desk with a wince. Okay, so maybe no lube wasn't such a good idea, but who fucking knew he'd make me patient?

He limps around the desk and I pull him into my lap, wrapping arms around his waist and pushing us back so the light falls on him. He curls against me, tucking into my side. Did I push him too far? Brush damp stands off his forehead and really get a look at him for the first time tonight.

He's tired, more tired than he should be, and it's not all from me. He had a helluva season. Pale skin and didn't he just get back from Australia? Not even two weeks under the sun there could tan him. Brush his cheek and he nuzzles into my touch. He is mine, but I wanna know. I wanna know it all.

Let him rest as I stroke his hair and gaze at the party below. No idea how long we've been up here, but it can't have been that long, can it? Party's still going strong and I seek out D in the crowd. Find her with Clint and Athena toward the back of the hall. I wonder what they're talking about.

Phone. Didn't I toss the phone back around here? Glance at the floor around us, trying not to shift too much. Earnhardt's spent. I'll let him rest much as I can before we need to rejoin the crowd. Spot the phone a few feet from where we are. Shove us gently over and snag it.

Flip it open and don't even bother reading the messages, just hit speed dial and as soon as she picks up, "D, how long we still need to be here? Earnhardt's spent and I'd like to get him home."

The noise of the party filters through for a moment and I glance out the window to find her moving farther toward the back of the shop before she replies. "It's been a couple hours, Kev. We can leave as soon as you two get decent."

Blink at her words. Couple hours? It can't have been that long. It couldn't have been. Look down at Dale curled up in my arms and smooth his hair back. "Hours?"

"Yeah, Kev. Clint's been asking after you. I figured you were still up there with Junior. He says you win though he'd still like to have a taste." Growl low at her words, he's mine. No one's touching him unless I let them. "Kev?"

"Yeah, tell Clint I'll think about it. And D?"

"Yeah?"

"He's ours. We'll be down in a few."

Shut the phone and I hate to wake him. Shake his shoulder until he peers sleepily at me. "We gotta go. Time to head back down to the masses." He blinks at me slowly. I really gotta get him home. He's exhausted and not up for making nice.

Shift out from under him and lower him into the chair in my place while I pad over to gather our clothes. Catch sight of the food left on the filling cabinet near the door and wonder if he's eaten anything else today. Put on my clothes and help him into his. Hell…he's limping heavily and I don't want anyone to see him like this.

Our wrinkled clothes are gonna give us away and he's carrying this well fucked look. I can't be much better off. Let him lean as much on me as he wants which isn't much at all. Stubborn Earnhardt pride. Call D again and ask her to meet us out front with the car.

She's there waiting when we walk out with him leaning heavily on me. He gave in. I help him into the back seat and slide in beside him where he instantly curls against me. D looks at us in the rearview mirror speculatively but she doesn't ask, not now. "We'll pick his car up in the morning."

Nod and let her drive us home. Thread my hand through Dale's hair and watch him sleep, thumb brushing against the side of his neck. He's mine. He's mine. D'll have questions and I'll answer them. Because as much as he's mine, he's just as much D's, but he's still mine. Mine alone. Mine.