Dale stood throwing things around the garage area daring anyone to say something. A second place finish at the 2002 Pepsi 400 was blown because his team convinced him to try and take Mikey when he knew he couldn’t.
30 minutes later he was changed, packed and back at the hauler ‘discussing’ the race with his car chief. “No, Tony you listen to me. I told you I couldn’t pass him and you wouldn’t listen to me. We blew it today. You think you can do better you drive the fucking car.”
“Chill out Jr, you are still top ten.”
“No, if you don’t trust my instinct out there then what the fuck good am I?” he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and looked up at Michael Waltrip.
“Easy boy, no need to take anyone’s head of.”
Michael had a strange effect on Dale. Almost calming. No one knew how or why but they were very grateful for it. Dale looked at Tony then back at Michael, “Oh, blow me.” he turned and walked away.
Michael shrugged and followed Dale. When they were out of earshot of everyone Michael whispered, “I have.”
Dale stopped dead in his tracks and slowly turned to look at Michael who was backing away from him slowly. His tongue wetting his plump lips as his wife Buffy fell in next to him. She waved to Dale then lead her husband to the coaches. Dale calmed his breathing and headed to the helicopter pad.
A few hours later he was in his own home alone sitting in the dark, Mikey’s words still in his head. His mind raced back to that night a year ago. Dale had fond memories of that evening and he thought about it often but neither of them had ever mentioned that night. Until now, “Why now Mikey?” he muttered to himself.
“Tell me it hadn’t been on your mind all weekend.” Mikey said walking in from the kitchen.
Dale jumped straight off the couch, “How the hell did you get in here? Man, you scared the shit out of me.”
Michael moved towards Dale who was now frozen in place. “Your hidden key.” He was now inches from Dale. Dale’s breathing quickened and Michael knew he had the upper hand. He slowly let his lips brush across Dales.
“I…I thought we agreed one night…it was just one night…remember.” Dale stuttered.
“Oh trust me I remember. I just wanted to celebrate my win in Daytona with you. I finally get to celebrate and I know how you felt last year.” Michaels mouth found Dale’s neck as his hands traveled to his waist. One hand pulled him closer and the other rested on his ass and gently squeezed. “But if you want me to go I will.” Michael looked him in the eye and slowly pulled away. Dale looked to the ground and didn’t say anything. “Ok, see you later.”
Michael opened the door and before he could step out Dale slammed it shut and spun Michael around pushing him against the wall. He plunged his tongue into Michael’s mouth and a growl escaped his throat. Michael ran his hands up Dale’s back and to his shoulders. “I am thinking we can work off some of that frustration from earlier.”
Dale walked them backwards towards the bedroom and Michael gently bit at Dale’s neck. Once inside the room Dale turned them both around so that Michael was facing the door and he dropped to his knees. He worked on the button and zipper of Michaels jeans then slowly pulled them and his boxers down over his hips. Michael pulled his own shirt off as he stepped out of the jeans.
Michael’s cock sprang to life now out of the confinement of the jeans. Dale ran his hands along the back of Michael’s thighs, he looked up at him before running his tongue along the underside of his shaft. Michael smiled and gently played with the curls that were laying at the back of Dale’s neck. “And everyone say’s I am overdue for a haircut.”
Dale pulled away from him “My hair is what you are thinking of right now?”
“Well, it is getting pretty long.”
Dale grinned “It’s not the only thing.” and with that he took all of Michael in his mouth increasing the pressure of his tongue.
“Jesus.” Michael hands went against the wall to balance himself. Dale continued his licking, sucking and nibbling until he felt Michael start to tense up.
“Dale stop. Dale, I am not going to last much longer.” Dale pulled Michael even closer to him forcing him farther down his throat. He pushed away Michael’s hands as they tried to pull his head back. “Dale you don’t have to. I know you don’t…” Dale once again increased the pressure of his tongue and Michael couldn’t hold back anymore. He fell against the wall as the waves of ecstasy washed over him. Dale swallowed his offering and slowly pulled away from him sitting against the wall.
Not strong enough to support himself anymore Michael fell to the floor next to Dale, his head resting in Dale’s lap. Dale wiped the sweat from Michael’s brow and now played with his curls. “Your right you do need a haircut.”
Michael smiled up at him and after a few moments pulled Dale’s mouth to his. As their tongues danced to a tune that only they heard Michael felt his strength and arousal returning. “You know we haven’t done anything to help out those frustrations from earlier and boy do you have to many clothes on still.”
Michael stood and brought Dale with him. He pulled Dale’s tee over his head and pushed him on his back on the bed. He reached down and in what seemed like one tug had Dale’s jeans and boxers on the floor.
Michael started at Dale’s feet and kissed his way up his body. Stopping briefly to run his tongue along his balls. He heard a moan from Dale and continued his way up his stomach to his chest. He roughly pulled and bit on his nipples and was concerned it was too rough for Dale but as he heard another moan escape Dale’s mouth he knew he was all right.
He finally made his way to Dale’s mouth and kissed him gently before rolling him to his stomach. He kissed across his shoulders and down his back. Dale’s body shook as he felt Michael’s tongue run down his ass. “Oh God Mikey.” He slipped a hand between Dale’s legs and massaged his balls as he licked his way back up to Dale’s waist. Michael’s hands kneaded the soft skin of Dale’s ass before he brought a hand down to smack it. Dale gripped the sheets and buried his face in the pillow as Michael brought his hand back down again, and again, and again.
Realizing Dale hadn’t made a sound he worried he had gone to far. He pulled himself up next to Dale gently running his hand along the reddened skin. “Dale you ok?” Dale nodded his face still buried in the pillow. “Dale look at me.” When he finally did Michael saw the tears, “Shit kid I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” he said running a hand down his jaw line.
“No, it’s ok.”
“Obviously it’s not. I hurt you. I am so sorry. Fuck.” Michael rolled over onto his back and away from Dale, mentally berating himself for being so stupid.
“No, please don’t move away from me.” Dale pulled himself over to Michael. “That’s not it, it’s just, God Mikey. I don’t know why it is but I need you so bad.” His mouth was on Michaels before he could say anything. “I have never had this kind of intensity in any relationship I have ever had. Just with you.”
Michael pulled them both up to their knees and after kissing him again, he turned so his back was to Dale and he was resting against his chest. Dale ran his hands over his broad shoulders then down sides as his mouth found the nape of his neck. One hand traveled down to follow the curve of his ass before 2 fingers pushed inside of him. Michael leaned back even more and Dale heard him moan as Michael’s hands reached behind him to find Dale’s organ that was rubbing his thigh. “There is no need to waste anymore time. I want it just as bad as you do.” Dale reached around and felt Michael’s hardness realizing just how bad he wanted it.
They both fell forward on the bed as Dale pushed inside of him. He paused momentarily to allow Michael to adjust before finding a rhythm that Michael matched. Dale knew he wouldn’t last long at this rate, hell just touching Michael made him hard let alone fucking him. He reached around to and firmly grabbed Michael starting long fast strokes.
“Mike, I won’t last much longer.”
“You won’t have to, oh, I am almost there.”
After a few more thrusts Dale concentrated on Michael‘s cock, determined he was coming first. Harder. Fuck Junior, oh God.” Dale sped up his thrusts as Michael exploded over Dale’s hand. After a few more thrusts Dale collapsed onto Michael’s back. Somehow Michael managed to roll over so that Dale stayed on his chest. When he tried to roll off of him Michael stopped him and pulled the sheet over them both. “Don’t. I like you right where you are.” Dale kissed him before laying his head to rest on Michael’s chest.
With their size difference it seemed like Michaels arms wrapped around him twice and Dale liked the warmth. Dale didn’t want to ask but he knew it was coming. “Shouldn’t you be getting home to Buffy?”
“She will just think we partied to hard celebrating my win. She wouldn’t want me to drive home drunk.” he grinned.
“So you aren’t leaving?” Dale looked up at him hopefully.
“Not tonight.” he smoothed the hair sticking to Dale’s sweaty face. Dale placed his head back on Michael’s chest and breathed in his musky scent.
Michael felt Dale’s breathing even out and he knew he had fallen asleep. He kissed his forehead and felt the grip Dale had on his arms, even in his sleep. Here is was a year and a half after his fathers death and a year after their only other night together and Michael knew Dale was still just as scared and lost as he was then.
He was holding on to something that the world would see as wrong and tear them apart for, but anymore it seemed like the only thing that was right.