Writer's Note: I'm really happy about this story. Hope it's enjoyable for everyone else.
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Chapter Two: Jealousy
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The water is falling in beads down his back the shower and it makes me want to lean in and lick every single drop off. He still doesn't hear me behind him and I know that I'm starting to breathe heavily. I look down at his ass again then peek at my own hardness.
Come on, Jeff. Get some fucking balls and do him.
I run my hands over his back quietly and he jumps.
He starts to turn his head. "Kevin?" He can't open his eyes because they're covered with shampoo.
Perfect.
I turn his head back around and wrap my arms around his waist, pulling his body close to him. I gulp and pant louder. Here he is. My boy is finally in my arms.
"Kevin, what are you doing, baby?" Dale says with an amused tone.
I don't say anything as I kiss his back. Even in the shower, I can still taste him. I pull away and lick my lips to taste even more of him.
Heavenly.
I hear him moan quietly and lean against me. I know how can feel how hard I am. I wonder if it's turning him on.
Only one way to find out.
I wrap my right hand around his cock and jerk it slowly. Because of the shampoo, he still can't see my hand, or me but he's enjoying it; rocking slowly against my hand. Instinctively, I grind into his ass while jerking him faster. He moans quietly and pushes against my hand.
Step two of my plan: complete.
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Ever since the shower incident, I can't help but stare at him. There he is, inches away from me.
He was closer on Thursday and he doesn't even know it. Hell, he still thinks it's Harvick. I don't know how. I'm sure he was never fucked like that with Harvick around.
The only thing I hated was Dale moaning Harvick's name while he came. If I weren't so turned on by Dale himself, I would've never come. But I did. Long and hard. Too bad I couldn't have stayed enough to enjoy being next to him. I long for the day when he moans my name while I'm shoving into him.
That won't be long though.
I wince as I roll back my shoulders. Fucking workout on Thursday has still got me stiff. And not in the good way.
But I see Dale bend over to tie his shoe and the stiffness starts working its way down to another part of my body.
Maybe I should go sit down for the driver's meeting. If I get hard, it won't be so obvious.
I walk into the tent and look for Dale's crew chief. There he is. In all that red and white and with that beard of his, he looks like Santa Claus. Oh, Santa, I only want one thing for Christmas: Dale Jr. in my bed, begging me to fuck him until he passes out.
Why, yes, I have been a bad boy this year.
I sit down in a chair away from Tony Sr. and give him a nod and a smile. He nods and smiles back in a toothy grin. Yuck, don't flirt with me, old man.
"Hey, Jeff, why are you sitting back there?" Jimmie asks me from the second row with a wide grin. "Don't you usually sit up here?"
"I'm just trying something new, Jimmie," I explain. Stop being so fucking nosey.
Jimmie smiles. "Oh, okay. I'll move back there too." He pokes Chad in the arm and motions for him to come this way as he walks over. For fucks sake, Jimmie, leave me alone.
He begins to sit in the seat I reserved for Dale between Tony Sr. and I. "No!!" He jumps up and looks at me in shock. "Uh, I mean, that's Dale's seat. He needs to sit next to his crew chief."
"Oh," Jimmie says with a nod. He goes to sit next to me.
"Jimmie, that's where Robbie has to sit." I don't want that little shit to sit next to me anyway.
He sighs and sits a seat away from me. Good.
"Jeff, hey, what's up?" I hear from next to me. I turn and I have to resist the urge to drool.
"Dale, hi. How are you?"
He shrugs and sits next to me. "I can't complain. Qualified 5th, 2nd in practice. We've got a good car."
That's not the only thing you've got that's good.
"That's cool. My car is awesome. You'd better watch out for me," I say with a grin.
He smiles. "I can't really watch you from behind, can I?"
You should know, baby.
I pull up a sly grin. "You'd better remember that when I'm coming up from behind."
"I'll try," he says with that smile of his. Aww, he's blushing.
"Hi, Junior," I hear Harvick say, sitting down next to Tony Sr. Damn it.
Dale turns his head and smiles over at Harvick. "Hey, how's it going?"
"Good. Did you get my message?"
Dale smiles some kinda goofy grin. "Yeah, I got it. Thanks."
Fucking Harvick. That's okay. I'll get him.
He won't know what the fuck hit him.
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Short chapter, I know. Chapter three will be up sometime.