Chapter 1
Michael and Dale looked at each other right outside the garage area, as if on cue they both cracked up laughing. After a few minutes they were able to control themselves, "Well, didn’t see that one coming. I mean congrats on his first rookie win but Biffle at Daytona. What the hell is this world coming too." Dale said trying not to laugh again.
"Yeah, of everyone on that track who’d a thought." The big one took out Kurt Busch, and Robby Gordon. The smaller fuel cells killed the chances of DEI, Harvick, and Johnson. Everyone thought Labonte had his first win of the season until he too ran out of gas on the final lap.
"Oh well, nothing really to be pissed about. It was a good race, we had good cars, the luck just wasn’t with us tonight."
Michael looked at him "It’s Daytona isn’t one of us suppose to leave pissed?"
"Yeah," he paused looking up at Michael "Biffle." and once again they both lost it.
After a few more minutes Michael pulled Dale into the shadows on the side of the garage. He quickly let his lips brush over Dale’s. "I have to get the girls home, Macy’s about out. There isn’t much of a reason to celebrate tonight,"
"Which has always been our excuse." Dale added finishing his sentence as he let his hands explore Michaels upper torso.
"Yeah, but I couldn’t leave Daletona without this." He once again found Dale’s mouth with his and left Dale with an earth shattering kiss that he wouldn’t soon forget. "I’ll see you Monday."
"Yeah, bye." Dale answered as his fingers went to his mouth. Michael walked away and Dale stared after him. "Wow, maybe you should have left without it."
Monday came and went as did the rest of the week and Michael and Dale didn’t see each other at all. The next thing Dale knew it was Thursday night and he was sitting in his coach in Chicago. "Where the hell did this week go?" He asked turning the t.v. on and sitting down with Bud his cat on the couch. He was about half way through some bad made for tv movie when his door swung open scaring him and the cat half to death.
Michael’s eyes quickly scanned the coach to see that they were alone, when he knew they were he closed and locked the door behind him and his hands went to the fly of his jeans. "If someone doesn’t get me off pretty damn quick, I may freaking explode."
Dale’s eyes never left Michaels delicious package. "What did you do to piss off Buffy?" he said with a grin, her loss was his gain.
"Nothing smart ass," Michael said stopping in front of a still sitting Dale, "Not a good week for her if you know what I mean?"
"What, her mouth stop working too?"
"Pretty much, she’s not in the mood, she’s really not in the mood."
Dale looked around Michael "You know you are blocking the tv." he laughed as his hands went to Michael’s hips and pulled him closer.
"I don’t think you will have time to finish your little movie there."
"Nah, it’s ok, got bigger things to take care of." he grinned as he brought his face to Michael’s crotch. He knew Michael wouldn’t last long considering how hard he was already, so he decided to have some fun with him. He stuck his thumbs through the belt loops of Michael’s pants and yanked them down to his knees.
Michael could feel Dale’s hot breath on him and was getting weak just thinking about what was coming. Dale ran his tongue up one of Michael’s toned thighs to his navel. He dipped his tongue into it and sucked on it before continuing down his other thigh. Michael let a moan escape as his fingers got lost in Dale’s hair.
Dale’s fingers ever so gently ran up the inside of Michael’s thigh. He traced the curve of his balls and then gently ran down the length of his shaft. Michael’s body shook from his touch. Dale quickly let his tongue slip out and brush across the tip of Michael’s cock, he could taste the first few drops of pre cum.
"Damn it, stop fucking teasing me." Michael said looking down at Dale who was staring up at him with this innocent ‘who me’ look on his face. "You are so going to get it later."
"Promise?" Dale asked as he finally took all of Michael into his mouth.
It took all the strength Michael had to not thrust too hard into Dale’s mouth. He knew as hard and turned on as he was right now he would end up hurting the boy if he did. Dale pulled his mouth all the back down to the tip of Michael, swirling his tongue around the tip. He would bob his head up and down Michael a few times then pull away and lick him like an ice cream cone.
"Damn, I am not going to last much longer if you keep doing that." Michael said putting his hands on the back of the couch behind Dale to steady himself.
"You want me to stop?" Dale asked as he licked up and down Michael’s organ.
"No, God no. Please don’t stop."
Dale grinned as he swallowed Michael again. This time he started sucking him harder and faster. One hand was massaging his balls as the other gently kneaded the skin of Michael’s ass.
"Junior, Oh God Dale." Michael’s body shook as he released his offering into the back of Dale’s throat. He bent over Dale and rested his head on the back of the couch.
Dale kissed his abdomen and sat back on the couch. "Sit down before you fall down."
Michael pushed his tongue into Dale’s mouth before sitting next to him. "Thank you."
"It was my pleasure, really." Dale grinned as Bud jumped up into his lap.
Michael reached over and patted the cat on the head, "Thank God he doesn’t know how to talk."
"You want a beer?" Dale asked standing.
"No." Michael grabbed Dale by the waist and undid the button and zipper to his jeans. He left his jeans on him but eagerly pulled out Dale’s cock. He pulled Dale back down on to the couch and buried his face in his lap.
"Good grief Mikey." Dale said trying to catch his breath. "Wasn’t exactly prepared for that one. You know…" he lost all speech when he felt himself slide down the back of Michael’s throat farther than he ever had. He reached for anything he could hold onto and noticing his grasping of air Michael caught Dale’s hand in his and squeezed as he looked up at him never removing his mouth from Dale. Dale maintained that eye contact until his climax rocked through his body. Michael sat back up and pulled Dale into his arms.
"I guess I should get back, told Buffy I wouldn’t be long and she is a bit cranky today."
"Yeah, that’s cool. I’ll see you tomorrow for Trackside."
"Oh yeah, that’s right, cool see you then."
Dale watched Michael go. As good as he felt when Michael was around he felt awful when he left. He was beginning to wonder if maybe they should back off for their own well being.
The next day was strange it was sunny all day, then a torrential downpour occurred pushing qualifying back, then it was sunny again. Gotta love the Midwest in the summer. Because of that Trackside was pushed back later that normal. It went well once it got under way but Dale about choked when he heard Michael on national tv say that only Junior gets away with using a restrictor plate on him. Everyone laughed and he knew that only he got the inside joke but still it was on tv with people they knew.
After the show Dale headed back to his coach when he heard Michael call after him. "Hey slow down, where’s the fire? Anything I can do for you?" he said with a grin.
"What was with that comment earlier? Only I can get away with it."
"What? Everyone thought I was talking about the commercial. Chill."
"Sorry I guess I am just getting a little paranoid. Why do you still have your fire suit on?"
"Have to get those sponsors on tv."
Dale shook his head, "You are a media darling."
"I’m just darling." he started to head to his own coach then stopped. "Can I come by tonight?" he whispered.
Dale looked at him. "What do you think? Like I am going to say no."
"Just making sure I am still wanted." he jogged off towards his coach and Dale watched as Macy ran out to meet him. Michael scooped her up in his arms and flew her high over his head like an airplane before disappearing into his coach.
"Yeah Mikey, your wanted. You’re a very wanted man."