Taking Back Tuesday (Part 1 of 3)
Pairing: Dale Earnhardt Jr./Kasey Kahne
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1106
Author's Notes: This is something of a continuation to Hanni's Dale Jr./Hand, Kasey/Hand fic, seeing as she knows I couldn't let Kasey get away with teasing my poor Junior like that. ;P
Kasey Kahne didn’t even have time to gasp properly before finding himself pressed against the hood of his car, pinned down firmly by a pair of tan, sun-freckled arms. “You’re a fucking tease, you know that, Kahne?” The desperate, throaty growl that vibrated against Kasey’s ear was barely recognizable as belonging to Dale Earnhardt, Jr. Out of the corner of his eye, Kasey could see the other driver, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on his flushed face.
A smirk flickered across the rookie’s lips as he answered coyly, “What would make you think a thing like that, Dale?” His voice was an intimate purr, and he could feel the other man shift closer, pressing his long lean torso into Kasey’s back.
“Oh, I don’t know… maybe you trying to seduce me in the garage last week?” Dale’s hands had gone to work, now that his body was keeping Kasey pinned. He slid his fingertips up underneath the rookie’s t-shirt, feeling the warm, smooth muscles of his abdomen, the soft indentation of his navel. Kasey quivered slightly under Dale’s touch.
“Well, I wasn’t the one-” Kasey sucked in a sharp breath as teeth came down on his earlobe, followed shortly by a tongue tracing a burning path down his neck. “… th-the one… jerking off in the… the shadows, and… um…”
The rookie was suddenly finding it difficult to talk, and Dale took exquisite pleasure in this fact. He was painfully hard-had been since the minute he’d entered the garage and found Kasey leaning over the hood of his car. Just the way Dale wanted him, the way he’d seen him in his dreams for weeks now. His perfect, delectable and, most importantly, fuckable little rookie.
“Even the best of us lose control sometimes, Kasey,” he murmured, feeling intoxicated by the subtle, spicy taste of the younger man’s skin. He let a hand trail down to Kasey’s jeans, expertly working the button and zipper. “We get… caught up in the moment, the rush of emotion…” He reached past the waistband of Kasey’s boxers and almost groaned when he found the rookie fully aroused, the flesh hard and hot and silky as he took the younger man’s erection into his palm. Dale exhaled shakily, “… and finally we crash and burn.”
“Ohh!” Kasey was squirming, flexing into Dale’s touch, unable to stop himself. It was obvious the other man had plenty of experience in more places that just the racetrack as he bit gently down on Kasey’s neck, dragging a needy moan out of the rookie.
Every little sound Kasey made seemed designed to travel straight to Dale’s cock, driving him into slow, delicious insanity. There were so many things he wanted to do, to say, to think, but his mind was overloaded, lost and drowning in the splendor that was Kasey Kahne. He couldn’t handle it anymore.
His free hand abandoning Kasey’s chest, Dale reached down and nudged at Kasey’s pants until the clothing finally pooled at his knees. The rookie shivered momentarily at the rush of cool air against his fevered flesh, but then something else stole his attention as a slick finger was suddenly pressing against him, nudging inside him.
“Oh god, Dale, you’ve got to-”
But what exactly it was the other driver had to do was never verbalized, Kasey’s words lost to a shuddering moan when Dale slipped in a second finger.
Dale could barely concentrate, slowly losing his rhythm on Kasey’s cock as his mind was seduced by the gorgeous, tiny gasps and groans the rookie was making. At last he let go, unable to control himself any longer. His jeans and boxers were off before he could remember touching them, his cock literally dripping as he freed his fingers and prepared to ease himself into Kasey.
A mewling plea slipped past the rookie’s lips. “Please…”
And Dale was inside Kasey, crying out as the tight heat of the younger man’s body enveloped his painfully throbbing cock. It took every last bit of control he had not to break into a frenzied rhythm, already sitting on the edge of orgasm before he’d even so much as moved. Kasey was squirming beneath him again, jumbled half-sentences and incoherent words spilling off his tongue as he testified to his own near release.
Dale dropped a final kiss on Kasey’s neck. “Mine,” he whispered, and thrust into Kasey with one smooth flex of his hips. Something like fireworks exploded behind his closed eyelids and he didn’t even try to stifle the moan that rolled heavily up from his chest. Before he could think, the younger man was pushing back against him, forcing him to keep going, which was just fine by Dale. He quickly set a swift pace, feeling Kasey fall into rhythm with him until Dale could no longer separate their individual bodies.
“Oh god-oh Dale-I’m-ahh-” Kasey was trembling, shivering uncontrollably as he was pushed over the edge.
As the rookie’s body tightened around him, Dale’s orgasm took him utterly by surprise. He’d been so caught up in… everything that was Kasey that he hadn’t even realized until he was crying out, burying himself as deeply inside Kasey as he possibly could, holding the younger man so tight he was certain he would leave bruises. For what seemed an eternity, Dale’s world was a white haze of indescribable pleasure, until at last he collapsed against Kasey, panting.
“Mmm…” the rookie was murmuring, reaching back in an attempt to twine his fingers with Dale’s. The other man obliged, placing a soft kiss on Kasey’s spine before resting his cheek against his back. It was too much, much too much, and his mind wanted nothing more than to exist right here, in this wonderful moment, with the man he… he…
Kasey was humming. No, not humming, singing. And loudly.
For a moment Dale winced, confusion assaulting his already-muddled brain as he tried to sort out this new factor. He held his eyes tightly shut, denying thought, denying his creeping suspicion…
“And that was Alan Jackson with ‘Too Much of A Good Thing’ on this lovely Tuesday. You’re listening to 104.5 WLZZ, today’s hits and all your classic country favorites. A pleasant good morning to you if you’re just joining us-”
With a frustrated groan, Dale smashed a hand down on his alarm clock, silencing the noise that had torn him from his wonderful dream. He could feel wet, sticky warmth spread across the front of his pajama pants, clinging to his stomach, and he groaned again. He couldn’t take this anymore.
He had to do something. Today.
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1106
Author's Notes: This is something of a continuation to Hanni's Dale Jr./Hand, Kasey/Hand fic, seeing as she knows I couldn't let Kasey get away with teasing my poor Junior like that. ;P
Kasey Kahne didn’t even have time to gasp properly before finding himself pressed against the hood of his car, pinned down firmly by a pair of tan, sun-freckled arms. “You’re a fucking tease, you know that, Kahne?” The desperate, throaty growl that vibrated against Kasey’s ear was barely recognizable as belonging to Dale Earnhardt, Jr. Out of the corner of his eye, Kasey could see the other driver, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on his flushed face.
A smirk flickered across the rookie’s lips as he answered coyly, “What would make you think a thing like that, Dale?” His voice was an intimate purr, and he could feel the other man shift closer, pressing his long lean torso into Kasey’s back.
“Oh, I don’t know… maybe you trying to seduce me in the garage last week?” Dale’s hands had gone to work, now that his body was keeping Kasey pinned. He slid his fingertips up underneath the rookie’s t-shirt, feeling the warm, smooth muscles of his abdomen, the soft indentation of his navel. Kasey quivered slightly under Dale’s touch.
“Well, I wasn’t the one-” Kasey sucked in a sharp breath as teeth came down on his earlobe, followed shortly by a tongue tracing a burning path down his neck. “… th-the one… jerking off in the… the shadows, and… um…”
The rookie was suddenly finding it difficult to talk, and Dale took exquisite pleasure in this fact. He was painfully hard-had been since the minute he’d entered the garage and found Kasey leaning over the hood of his car. Just the way Dale wanted him, the way he’d seen him in his dreams for weeks now. His perfect, delectable and, most importantly, fuckable little rookie.
“Even the best of us lose control sometimes, Kasey,” he murmured, feeling intoxicated by the subtle, spicy taste of the younger man’s skin. He let a hand trail down to Kasey’s jeans, expertly working the button and zipper. “We get… caught up in the moment, the rush of emotion…” He reached past the waistband of Kasey’s boxers and almost groaned when he found the rookie fully aroused, the flesh hard and hot and silky as he took the younger man’s erection into his palm. Dale exhaled shakily, “… and finally we crash and burn.”
“Ohh!” Kasey was squirming, flexing into Dale’s touch, unable to stop himself. It was obvious the other man had plenty of experience in more places that just the racetrack as he bit gently down on Kasey’s neck, dragging a needy moan out of the rookie.
Every little sound Kasey made seemed designed to travel straight to Dale’s cock, driving him into slow, delicious insanity. There were so many things he wanted to do, to say, to think, but his mind was overloaded, lost and drowning in the splendor that was Kasey Kahne. He couldn’t handle it anymore.
His free hand abandoning Kasey’s chest, Dale reached down and nudged at Kasey’s pants until the clothing finally pooled at his knees. The rookie shivered momentarily at the rush of cool air against his fevered flesh, but then something else stole his attention as a slick finger was suddenly pressing against him, nudging inside him.
“Oh god, Dale, you’ve got to-”
But what exactly it was the other driver had to do was never verbalized, Kasey’s words lost to a shuddering moan when Dale slipped in a second finger.
Dale could barely concentrate, slowly losing his rhythm on Kasey’s cock as his mind was seduced by the gorgeous, tiny gasps and groans the rookie was making. At last he let go, unable to control himself any longer. His jeans and boxers were off before he could remember touching them, his cock literally dripping as he freed his fingers and prepared to ease himself into Kasey.
A mewling plea slipped past the rookie’s lips. “Please…”
And Dale was inside Kasey, crying out as the tight heat of the younger man’s body enveloped his painfully throbbing cock. It took every last bit of control he had not to break into a frenzied rhythm, already sitting on the edge of orgasm before he’d even so much as moved. Kasey was squirming beneath him again, jumbled half-sentences and incoherent words spilling off his tongue as he testified to his own near release.
Dale dropped a final kiss on Kasey’s neck. “Mine,” he whispered, and thrust into Kasey with one smooth flex of his hips. Something like fireworks exploded behind his closed eyelids and he didn’t even try to stifle the moan that rolled heavily up from his chest. Before he could think, the younger man was pushing back against him, forcing him to keep going, which was just fine by Dale. He quickly set a swift pace, feeling Kasey fall into rhythm with him until Dale could no longer separate their individual bodies.
“Oh god-oh Dale-I’m-ahh-” Kasey was trembling, shivering uncontrollably as he was pushed over the edge.
As the rookie’s body tightened around him, Dale’s orgasm took him utterly by surprise. He’d been so caught up in… everything that was Kasey that he hadn’t even realized until he was crying out, burying himself as deeply inside Kasey as he possibly could, holding the younger man so tight he was certain he would leave bruises. For what seemed an eternity, Dale’s world was a white haze of indescribable pleasure, until at last he collapsed against Kasey, panting.
“Mmm…” the rookie was murmuring, reaching back in an attempt to twine his fingers with Dale’s. The other man obliged, placing a soft kiss on Kasey’s spine before resting his cheek against his back. It was too much, much too much, and his mind wanted nothing more than to exist right here, in this wonderful moment, with the man he… he…
Kasey was humming. No, not humming, singing. And loudly.
For a moment Dale winced, confusion assaulting his already-muddled brain as he tried to sort out this new factor. He held his eyes tightly shut, denying thought, denying his creeping suspicion…
“And that was Alan Jackson with ‘Too Much of A Good Thing’ on this lovely Tuesday. You’re listening to 104.5 WLZZ, today’s hits and all your classic country favorites. A pleasant good morning to you if you’re just joining us-”
With a frustrated groan, Dale smashed a hand down on his alarm clock, silencing the noise that had torn him from his wonderful dream. He could feel wet, sticky warmth spread across the front of his pajama pants, clinging to his stomach, and he groaned again. He couldn’t take this anymore.
He had to do something. Today.