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Chapter Three: Uncovered
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"Dale, can I talk to you for a moment?" I ask as I lead him into my coach by the small of his back.
He nods and follows. "Sure. How long is this gonna take?"
I walk behind him as he walks up the coach's stairs. Fuck, I love that ass of his. "Not long." I point to the couch. "Have a seat."
He sits down and I find myself staring between his legs.
I break my gaze from his crotch. "Dale, you and I have been friends for awhile, right?" I ask as I sit close to him. I can feel that same heat coming from him as I felt in the shower.
Shit, don't get hard. Not yet.
"Yeah, we have," Dale says while taking off his sunglasses and looking at me with his striking blue eyes. "Why do you ask?"
I grin. Enough of this playing around. I've been playing with him for months now and I'm ready to get what's mine. For good.
"What do you know about me?"
He nibbles his lip in thought. Fuck, baby. "Uh, well, you're a kick ass driver, and you're a nice guy..."
If you only knew, Dale.
"...and you're easy to talk to," he continues.
"Anything else?" I question as I slide closer to him.
He gulps. "What's this all about, Jeff?"
"This is about us. You and me." I place a hand on his knee and rub it slightly. "And what we can be."
Dale furrows his brow. "What are you talking about?"
I chuckle. This is cute. "Don't play dumb with me, Dale." I run my hand to the inside of his leg. "We both know you aren't into women, so to speak."
He looks down at my hand slowly inching its way upward. "Your point being?"
"I'm not either." I lean in closer to the side of his face and whisper into his ear. "And you're the one I want."
I hear him inhale sharply and he pushes my hand away. "I'm already taken, Jeff."
I scoff. "By Harvick? Yeah, right. He isn't half the man I am." I rub his neck and lower my voice. "You need more, Dale. You deserve more. You deserve the best."
He smiles. "You're mistaken. I have the best. Kevin is a great guy."
"How so?" I say, slightly aggravated. This isn't the way this was supposed to go.
"Well, he's a pretty good fuck, I suppose," he says while adjusting his hat. "Although, a few days ago, he seemed to be a hell of a lot better."
I grin deeper. "A few days ago when?"
"Well, at the gym," he begins while looking right at me, "I was taking a shower, and he came in. He didn't say a word; he just fucked me to high heaven." He grins in pleasure. "Damn, it was amazing, but when I turned around to see him after I washed all the soap off my face, he wasn't there." He shrugs.
I knew you loved it. Well, get ready, because you're going to get a hell of a lot more of it.
"But, Dale," I say, unable to keep the grin off my face. "That wasn't Harvick. That was me."
He blinks and looks at me as if I told him that Budweiser wasn't real. "Wait, what?"
"You heard me." I place my hand back on the inside of his leg and rub it. "The guy in the shower fucking you until you screamed? That was me." I move his hand up higher and I can see his chest moving up and down as his breathing quickens. "I remember it all. I knew you were in there alone, so I slid in there and took advantage of it."
"Bullshit," he says with a scoff, moving away from my hand.
I raise an eyebrow. "You think I'm lying?"
"I know you're lying."
I can't help but laugh. "Why would I lie about this?"
Dale shrugs. "No clue, but it doesn't matter because like I said, I'm taken."
Trying to be difficult, huh? More fun for me.
"Let's think about this, Dale," I say as I run my fingers through his hair. "You yourself said that the sex in the shower was better than normal."
"Yeah, and?" Dale says, pulling away my hand.
I frown. "So what does that tell you?"
"It tells me that Kevin got off his ass and got good."
I grin. "Well, how about we do a little test? I screw you and you can compare whether or not the shower sex was the same or different."
He blinks again. "Uh, I don't think so."
"And why not?"
"For the last time, Gordon, I'm taken."
"Well, you know what, Earnhardt? I don't give a shit." I'm beginning to get pissed off.
He rolls his eyes and stands up. "I don't need this."
Now, where do you think you're going? "Dale, wait." I take his hand gently. "Don't leave."
"Why shouldn't I?" he asks, his cobalt-steel eyes looking into mine.
"You're a beautiful creature, Dale, and I've been admiring you for a long time." I begin rubbing the top of his hand with my thumb. "You were beautiful in the shower. Your hot little body trembling as I pushed into you..." I sit him down while still staring into his eyes. "...your panting and moaning as you rocked back against me. You were calling Harvick's name, but in my mind, you were moaning my name and begging me for more. You fucking loved it, Dale." I move my hand up to his neck and rub my thumb in circles over his Adam's apple. It bobbles as he gulps and shivers. "And you know what you said after we both came? 'I never want this to fucking end.'" I grin at him and he looks at me with a shocked expression.
Got him.
"It was you," Dale says in disbelief.
"Yes, it was me."
"But why?"
"I told you already." I move my hand down his body and rest it on his knee. "I've wanted you for a long time."
"How long," he squeaks, as I move my hand to his crotch.
"Long enough." I quickly pull away my hand and grin. "So, you liked it, huh?"
Dale pants and looks over at me. Nodding, he says, "Isn't it obvious?"
Feisty little thing, isn't he? I like it.
"Maybe it is and maybe it isn't." I reach the zipper of his firesuit and start tugging it down. "I want to see for sure. Are you going to let me see, Dale?"
He grins up at me. "Call me Junior."
Mission: Accomplished.
"Okay, Junior," I say with a smile. I finish unzipping and he helps me pull his firesuit away from his shoulders. "Let's see what I've got here." I pull the firesuit from his legs and toss it to the side. I grin deeper as I look at my boy. He's got on his red Budweiser shirt and black boxers and they're just waiting to land on the floor.
Junior looks back up at me. "What are you waiting for?" He pulls off his red shirt and throws it at me. I catch it and laugh.
"Take it easy," I remark while walking back to the couch and straddle him. "You're going to be here awhile."
"Oh, am I?" he says with a smirk. "What makes you think that?"
I run a hand down his bare chest and he pants louder. "Because once I start, you're not gonna want to leave." I stare at his lips and see they're slightly parted. Oh baby, you're just asking for it, aren't you? Don't worry. I'll oblige. I jerk his hat off, toss it behind me and crush my lips against his. He groans and kisses me back, holding my hips tightly.
Oh, don't worry, Junior; I'm not going anywhere.
Suddenly he pulls away, panting heavily. "I can't do this."
You what?? Don't back out on me now. "Why not?"
"I just can't."
"Give me a reason, Junior."
"Does the word 'boyfriend' ring a bell?"
I shrug. "Not really, no."
He pushes me off, stands up and starts getting dressed. Don't do this to me, Junior.
"I just can't do this with Kevin in my life." He zips up his fire suit and looks over at me. "Please understand."
I nod even though I feel like I could break Harvick's neck with my bare hands. "I understand."
"Cool. So, um, I'll see you later." He gives me one last look and walks out.
Mission: Failed.
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It's over, Jeff. It's over.
So why am I still looking at his pictures?
He's so beautiful. That smile of his is so innocent.
He's fooling everyone.
I jump as I hear a knock at my door. Who the hell could be knocking at this time of the night? If it's Jimmie, I swear, I will kick his tight ass.
I gather up all my pictures and hide them under my bed before walking to the door. I open the door and grin.
What a pleasant surprise.
"Junior..."
He smirks at me and gives me the elevator eyes. "Hi, Jeff."
Now it's my turn to blink. "You came back to me."
Junior walks over to me and wraps his arms around my neck. "Did you have any doubt?" He grins and kisses me deeply. Oh fuck, he tastes so good. I force my tongue into his mouth and wrestle with it, holding him as close to me as possible.
Mission: Completed
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Chapter Four next. :o)