Rookie, Doc Hudson/Lightning McQueen, Part 3/3little_elfieJune 27 2014, 02:51:59 UTC
Rookie
Lightning drank too much again that night, ignoring concerned glances from the others as he sank beer after beer, forgetting Doc’s words for a short blissful time, only to remember again when he reached the bottom of each glass.
Gotta get out of here.
He walked out of the town and into the desert. The sky was purple, shot through with strands of cerise, the stars twinkling like fireflies in the distance.
Lightning stopped walking when he reached the dirt track where he and Doc had raced so long ago. Nausea set his stomach to churning for a long moment and he forced himself to lay back and close his eyes until the feeling had passed. He thought of Doc, remembering the way the man looked behind the wheel, taking that sharp turn below with a languid ease. The memory made him hard. One hand rubbing at the crotch of his jeans, the other reached into the pocket of his jacket and retrieved a crumpled photograph. Lightning had filched it from Doc’s office. It showed Doc as he had been, the Fabulous Hudson Hornet, holding up the Piston Cup in 1952. Lightning gazed at the photograph. Doc smiled up at him, sleek and handsome in sepia tones. It was no good. He wanted the real Doc, old and weathered and irritable. He wanted the Doc this smiling young man would become half a century later, with lines around his cobalt eyes and a slight quiver in his otherwise strong hands.
Lightning tucked the picture away and closed his eyes again, reaching into his memories for the Doc he knew and desired. He moaned and shucked his jeans down over his slim hips, hissing as the cool air plucked deliciously at his naked skin. Fisting his cock, Lightning threw back his head and moaned.
Doc, Doc, fuck, oh yes, fuck, Doc, right there, Doc
He opened his eyes, spilling tears of lust in hot tracks down his cheeks, and almost screamed when he saw Doc - the real Doc - standing over him.
“Shit!”
He swore and scrambled to his feet as Doc Hudson stared down at him, a strange glimmer in his eyes.
“Doc,” Lightning panted, trying to compose himself with little success, “Doc, I’m sorry.”
“I figured you’d be out here,” Doc said, “Came to see if you wanted a ride back to town.”
Lightning swallowed, running a hand through his unruly flaxen mop. Doc smiled. His gaze dropped to Lightning’s cock.
“I’m flattered, son.”
Lightning blushed.
“You’re really stuck on me, aren’t you?” Doc mused, eyes twinkling in a way they never had before, “I still don’t know quite why but…well, I guess I’m a little stuck on you too.”
Lightning blinked again, the sudden turn in conversation leaving him speechless. Breathless.
“Doc,” he finally managed, his voice hoarse and pleading, “Doc, I need you.”
“I know, rookie.”
They kissed. Doc was slow and deliberate. He relented a little when Lightning began to hump against him and allowed himself to be led over to the car and pulled down into the backseat. The kid wanted to jerk him off, to suck him…
“Go ahead,” Doc murmured, his breath hot against Lightning’s ear, smiling as the younger man shivered in delight. Lightning was a little too eager, a little too rough. Doc winced, his hands tangled in Lightning’s hair, “Take it easy there. You ain’t shifting gear, kid.”
“I know what I’m doing, old man. Shhhh…just let me…”
He fell silent, his lips stretched around Doc’s thick shaft, tonguing the pulsing vein at the base with lazy strokes. Doc groaned, his voice low and husky as he urged Lightning on. He pushed the kid away before he could finish him off though, wanting to come in Lightning’s tight hole rather than his mouth. Afterwards, both sleepy and sore and satiated, they climbed out of the car and sat on the hood, watching as the sun rose over the horizon.
Lightning buried his face in Doc’s shoulder, smirking and trying to hide it. He nuzzled at the older man’s bare skin, grazing his teeth against a livid lovebite.
“Again? You’ll be the death of me, McQueen.”
“I don’t think so, old timer. Ready for round three?”
Doc chuckled, “I need a nap first. A long nap in my own bed.”
“I think I’ll join you,” Lightning grinned, “After a shower, of course. I’ve always wanted to fuck you in the shower.”
Lightning drank too much again that night, ignoring concerned glances from the others as he sank beer after beer, forgetting Doc’s words for a short blissful time, only to remember again when he reached the bottom of each glass.
Gotta get out of here.
He walked out of the town and into the desert. The sky was purple, shot through with strands of cerise, the stars twinkling like fireflies in the distance.
Lightning stopped walking when he reached the dirt track where he and Doc had raced so long ago. Nausea set his stomach to churning for a long moment and he forced himself to lay back and close his eyes until the feeling had passed. He thought of Doc, remembering the way the man looked behind the wheel, taking that sharp turn below with a languid ease. The memory made him hard. One hand rubbing at the crotch of his jeans, the other reached into the pocket of his jacket and retrieved a crumpled photograph. Lightning had filched it from Doc’s office. It showed Doc as he had been, the Fabulous Hudson Hornet, holding up the Piston Cup in 1952. Lightning gazed at the photograph. Doc smiled up at him, sleek and handsome in sepia tones. It was no good. He wanted the real Doc, old and weathered and irritable. He wanted the Doc this smiling young man would become half a century later, with lines around his cobalt eyes and a slight quiver in his otherwise strong hands.
Lightning tucked the picture away and closed his eyes again, reaching into his memories for the Doc he knew and desired. He moaned and shucked his jeans down over his slim hips, hissing as the cool air plucked deliciously at his naked skin. Fisting his cock, Lightning threw back his head and moaned.
Doc, Doc, fuck, oh yes, fuck, Doc, right there, Doc
He opened his eyes, spilling tears of lust in hot tracks down his cheeks, and almost screamed when he saw Doc - the real Doc - standing over him.
“Shit!”
He swore and scrambled to his feet as Doc Hudson stared down at him, a strange glimmer in his eyes.
“Doc,” Lightning panted, trying to compose himself with little success, “Doc, I’m sorry.”
“I figured you’d be out here,” Doc said, “Came to see if you wanted a ride back to town.”
Lightning swallowed, running a hand through his unruly flaxen mop. Doc smiled. His gaze dropped to Lightning’s cock.
“I’m flattered, son.”
Lightning blushed.
“You’re really stuck on me, aren’t you?” Doc mused, eyes twinkling in a way they never had before, “I still don’t know quite why but…well, I guess I’m a little stuck on you too.”
Lightning blinked again, the sudden turn in conversation leaving him speechless. Breathless.
“Doc,” he finally managed, his voice hoarse and pleading, “Doc, I need you.”
“I know, rookie.”
They kissed. Doc was slow and deliberate. He relented a little when Lightning began to hump against him and allowed himself to be led over to the car and pulled down into the backseat. The kid wanted to jerk him off, to suck him…
“Go ahead,” Doc murmured, his breath hot against Lightning’s ear, smiling as the younger man shivered in delight. Lightning was a little too eager, a little too rough. Doc winced, his hands tangled in Lightning’s hair, “Take it easy there. You ain’t shifting gear, kid.”
“I know what I’m doing, old man. Shhhh…just let me…”
He fell silent, his lips stretched around Doc’s thick shaft, tonguing the pulsing vein at the base with lazy strokes. Doc groaned, his voice low and husky as he urged Lightning on. He pushed the kid away before he could finish him off though, wanting to come in Lightning’s tight hole rather than his mouth. Afterwards, both sleepy and sore and satiated, they climbed out of the car and sat on the hood, watching as the sun rose over the horizon.
Lightning buried his face in Doc’s shoulder, smirking and trying to hide it. He nuzzled at the older man’s bare skin, grazing his teeth against a livid lovebite.
“Again? You’ll be the death of me, McQueen.”
“I don’t think so, old timer. Ready for round three?”
Doc chuckled, “I need a nap first. A long nap in my own bed.”
“I think I’ll join you,” Lightning grinned, “After a shower, of course. I’ve always wanted to fuck you in the shower.”
Doc silenced him with a kiss.
“Don’t push your luck, rookie.”
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