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Update
Mar. 6th, 2012 | 05:07 pm
I feel like I've been here before saying new stories are coming.. but life has just been busy so unfortunately nothing new has even been completed.. yet.
I'm actually in the process of writing a story about our favorite two in a piece called "Shining Star". Where will they end up? I'm not quite sure, but it's going to be FABULOUS.<3
As of now, I'll project by the end of next week this should be done. :)
I'm actually in the process of writing a story about our favorite two in a piece called "Shining Star". Where will they end up? I'm not quite sure, but it's going to be FABULOUS.<3
As of now, I'll project by the end of next week this should be done. :)
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Nov. 29th, 2011 | 03:22 pm
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Hey, all. I just wanted to let you all know I'm still alive, lol.
I haven't been on here in a LONG time, but I'm pretty sure I'm back for good now.
Let's see if the muses will bring back some love for our favorite two.... <3
I haven't been on here in a LONG time, but I'm pretty sure I'm back for good now.
Let's see if the muses will bring back some love for our favorite two.... <3
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Once in a Lifetime
Feb. 28th, 2007 | 06:09 pm
mood: 
creative
music: Linkin Park
Pairing: Tony Stewart/ Dale Earnhardt Jr.
Summary: Tony tells the story of the events of the disastrous evening.
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Here it is Midnight, and I'm sitting in a chair in my hotel room, because I can’t sleep. I look down at my hands because I’ve been wringing them together from nervous energy, since I can’t get the nights events out of my mind. What I’ve done to him. To my best friend, to my love, my world. Here I’ve had the best thing going having dale in my life to myself. A love like no other, ya know? We have the whole happily-ever-after fairytale love. Well I did. ’til tonight.
So what happened? She came around. Eliana, standing at five foot 4, hair black as night and green eyes that rival the greenest, purest emerald gemstone came into the picture. Such a breathtaking beauty, that every man would be lucky to say was his. The problem is I didn’t want her.
Sure we flirted, but nothing major. Dale thought it was cute, and flirted a little with her himself. Soon Eliana, Dale and I became good buddies. Then when Dale had that accident a couple weeks ago, I had about lost it. Eliana being a good friend comforted me while I sat by Dale waiting for him to wake up, and become alive again. However, I never realized what she was trying to do. Then when Junior won the championship last week, we celebrated together. The banquet was earlier today, well yesterday seeing its midnight now. I drank heavily all night, because the one place I wanted to be more than anything, to be next to Dale at the head table, where the champions’ love is supposed to be, I couldn’t without revealing to the world what we had.
Anyway, I had been drinking at the bar all night, trying to kill my pain. After about 6 or 7 beers, Eliana showed up. Glad to see who I had thought was a good friend to talk to, we took our drinks (she ordered one at the bar) and headed up to my hotel room. Things started out fine, just relaxing on the sofa talking. However, as in most of these stories, one thing led to another, and we ended up in bed together. I must’ve fallen asleep because I woke up roughly two hours later to the feeling of someone to my side. I put my arm around them thinking it’s Dale until I feel the shape of the person, and at the same time I realize the body is not Dale’s, last night’s memories come flooding back to me. I open my eyes quickly slightly panicked and notice the condition Eliana and I are both in and I realize, what happened last night can’t be done.
Click. I jerk my head up in time to see the door, and the last person in the world that I wanted to come through the door does. Dale. “Hey Ton-” I hear him start to call, and the look on his face is one I’ll never forget. The look of pain, betrayal, and hatred is expressed prominently on his beautiful face. I couldn’t even look him in the face. Eliana next to me began to stir and sat up. As soon as she noticed Dale there, she quickly grabbed her clothes and ran to the bathroom, dragging the sheet with her on the way. Dale looked at the door with such hatred and anger in his eyes, and I hated myself because I caused it.” Why?” Looking down at the bed I was still sitting in, I whispered “I don’t know”.
Tears welling in my eyes, I look up and see Junior walk slowly towards me “Don’t you love me?” he whispers, tears in his own eyes threatening to fall. “Of course with all my heart” I tearfully replied. I slightly jump as Junior’s voice raises “Than why!? Why would you do this to me!? To us!?” I tried to say something but I realized nothing I could’ve said would heal what I’ve done. Crying heavily I told him “I couldn’t help it. I was drunk and wasn’t thinking. I tried to stop.” I collapse upon the bed and bawl my eyes out. I feel Dale sit down on the bed on the other side, and hear him let out a frustrated sigh. I hear the door of the bathroom open and see Eliana come out and practically jog for the door. I relax slightly when Junior neither moves nor yells. For what seems like eternity, are actually only a couple of minutes until I regain my composure, and feel junior stand up. I watch him walk around towards me and sit next to me on the bed. I sit back up, and grab my pants from the floor. I slip them on and start to make the bed, all the while Junior’s watching at me. Junior gets up and pulls an envelope out of his jacket. “Here. I came to give this to you, though I don’t think it’s necessary much anymore.” He drops the envelope on the bed, looks at me once more and says before he turns and leaves me for the last time: “good bye Tony.” I look in disbelief as I pick up the letter. I read the poem written upon the paper:
Wondrous Moment
by Alexander Pushkin
The wondrous moment of our meeting . . .
I well remember you appear
Before me like a vision fleeting,
A beauty's angel pure and clear.
In hopeless ennui surrounding
The worldly bustle, to my ear
For long your tender voice kept sounding,
For long in dreams came features dear.
Time passed. Unruly storms confounded
Old dreams, and I from year to year
Forgot how tender you had sounded,
Your heavenly features once so dear.
My backwoods days dragged slow and quiet —
Dull fence around, dark vault above —
Devoid of God and uninspired,
Devoid of tears, of fire, of love.
Sleep from my soul began retreating,
And here you once again appear
Before me like a vision fleeting,
A beauty's angel pure and clear.
In ecstasy the heart is beating,
Old joys for it anew revive;
Inspired and God-filled, it is greeting
The fire, and tears, and love alive.
I can’t even finish the story because the consequences of my actions hit me hard, and I fall to my knees in pain, and hatred of myself. I eventually cried myself to sleep.
I wake up that morning in a cold sweat and panic, until I see Junior sleeping next to me, when I realize that it was a bad dream. No, scratch that, a nightmare. That dream did teach me something. To hold on cherish and respect the things you live for in life, because they may not be there tomorrow.
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You Belong to me
Feb. 28th, 2007 | 06:06 pm
mood: creative
music: Elvis
I watch him as he climbs out of his car after winning despite the hellacious battle for the lead we were in. He’s standing here in victory lane by his car surrounded by his crew, each giving another a high five, and I can’t help but stare. I look at the expression on his face. His wide grin, blinding to look at, his eyes - alive with excitement- which almost seem to twinkle, and the joyous vibe radiating off the man is making it difficult to just stand here and not do anything about it. I see his PR man, Jade, quickly come by and give him a towel and give him a few words before hustling off to prepare whatever P.R stuff Budweiser makes Junior do.
I walk over to his car, trying to act as nonchalant as possible, trying not to let him know that lately the reason I’ve been “weird” around him (as he asked me about) is because I’m falling for him. As I stroll up to him, he turns his head in my direction and smiles at me. “Hey Smoke! Hell of a run there at the end we had huh? That’s one for the highlight reel right there” I smile, because it’s true. The last 5 laps of the race, Junior and I had a fierce door-to-door battle going, where each of us could’ve wrecked at anytime, knowing fully well the other was enjoying it as much as the other.
“You know I would’ve had you coming through four there, if It hadn’t been for Gordon trying to take my spot.” I shoot back. He laughs at that, and I feel the temperature climb outside- or is it just me? We shoot the breeze for a few minutes before I leave to do some P.R work and to let him get back to celebrating. As I walk away, I peek back to see him turn his head in my direction and giving me the ‘rock on’ salute. I return the friendly gesture with a smile and keep walking.
Night has fallen, and I’m just wiped out. I look at my watch and realize it’s late. “Oh shit.” I mutter, before racing for my motor coach to grab my stuff and head for the plane. I arrive at the hanger to find out my plane is gone. “Great” I mutter. I notice that there is a plane there, just not mine. I debate whether it would be a good idea to board the plane anyway to ask for a flight home, when I notice the familiar legacy logo. I smile, and say a quick thanks to the big man upstairs, and walk towards the plane and board it before copping a seat. I wait here so I can ask for a ride home, knowing in my heart I’d never have to ask. It’s just I don’t feel right inviting myself to a ride home since they’d have to fly all the way to Indiana then home, which is a long time to get someone home when they’re not expecting it.. As I sit in the seat and get comfortable, I find my self drifting off and for the first time tonight, realize how tired I must’ve really been.
As I wearily open my eyes, I sit up and lean on my arm, and I take note of my situation. I look out the window to the right of me and notice it’s still dark. “Ok, where the hell am I?” I notice an alarm clock on the nightstand. 5:27 AM. I turn the lamp on next to me and squint as the sudden brightness assaults my eyes. I get out of bed and look around the room and stretch, trying to be as quiet as I can. I know I’m in one of two places, but it’s whose home I’m not sure of. Looking around I notice a clean folded towel on the chair next to my bed, along with some clothes. I take the towel and head to the bathroom connected to this room. Once the temperature is to my liking, I step into the spray and immediately any stress and worries just melt away. I take some shampoo and conditioner and wash my hair.
Tossing the towels into the hamper, I walk out of the bathroom, and return to the bedroom and finish getting ready. Walking into the hallway I hear light snoring coming in from the bedroom down the hall. I walk to the door, and slowly open the door. I peer in and see Junior wrapped up in his bed, in his red plaid boxers and a black tank. Looking back at Junior, I find my self smiling, and begin to think what it would be like to be laying there next to him, holding him in my arms. I snap out of the revere and decide to leave the room before the light in the hallway wakes him up. I close the door, and decide to give myself a quick tour of his home. ‘Why the hell didn’t he tell me about his new house?” I ponder. I decide to start in the kitchen when my stomach growls lightly. In the counter I see a note addressed to me.
Tony,
Feel free to have what you want for breakfast if I’m not awake to cook it.
-Dale.
As I sit at the table, Dale walks in. “Hey man, glad to see your up” he tells me. “ I tried to wake you when we got to the airplane hanger at D.E.I, to tell you that we couldn’t get you home, but you were dead asleep” he tells me with a laugh.
I playfully roll my eyes at him and give him a smirk. I go to give him a smart-ass remark, but he continues his story effectively cutting me off and he knows it. “Me and Martin had to carry you into the house, up the stairs and into your room while you were rockin’ and thrashing around from some dream you were having. I’ll tell you what, that was NOT my idea of fun man. We almost dropped ya down the damn stairs!” I look at him with a face I’m sure is part embarrassment, part shock and part surprise as he tells me this, and I decide to change the subject to stave off anything more embarrassing.
“There’s extra in the pan” I tell him before turning my head before he can ask anything about the dream, trying to make it look like I was looking at something else. I watch as he stretches and his shirt rides up just enough to give me a slight view of the milky, smooth skin under the shirt he’s wearing. I avert my eyes back to my breakfast, and force my self to remain cool. He quickly grabs what he needs and joins me at the table.
Dale looks at me with those crystalline blue eyes of his with a hint of worry etched in his face. “What’s wrong Tony? You’ve been acting kinda jittery around me for the last couple of weeks.” ‘More like the last couple of months’ I think to myself. I look up at Dale and shake my head, telling him nothing’s wrong. “It’s just I have some other stuff on my mind.” I lie to him, and I feel the pit of my stomach clench slightly from the guilt of not telling him the truth. But how can you tell your best friend you’re in love with them, especially when the best friend is the same gender as you are? “Alright man. If you ever want to talk about it, I’m always here for you, you know that right?” Smiling, I nod my head in an appreciative nod. We spend the next half hour eating our breakfast, and talking about sports and stuff like that.
With breakfast done, I stand and collect the dishes telling Dale I’d do the dishes since I’m the guest and as a thanks for giving me a lift from the track last night. As I’m washing the dishes, Junior walks out into the room adjacent to this one. Since this is a new house, I haven’t the foggiest clue as to what room it is, although knowing him it’s his newest ‘Playstation room’. I finish the dishes in record time, and walk into the room. He’s standing in the room, facing away from me, looking at a picture of what appears to be him and his father years ago, when Junior was probably about 5 or 6. He turns to see me come into the room, and motions me to sit on the couch to play a game. When we’re about halfway through the race, he tells me about the picture since I looked interested in it. He starts to tell me about the time, he and his father went to Talladega Superspeedway for the first time together. It was his dad’s first time racing there, and he wanted the entire family to share the moment. So the Earnhardt Family, consisting of Dale Sr., Teresa, Kelly, and Dale Jr. were at the track and getting the tour of the garage by Richard Petty- The “king” as was his nickname. Dale Jr. and his father went to meet some of the other drivers as Teresa, and Kelly decided to go to the hotel to get ready for the next day for sightseeing.
As Dale’s telling me this story and allowing me a glimpse of his childhood, I think back to mine, and for whatever reason feel mine wasn’t all that it could’ve been. Growing up all I could think was I needed to race and win. While that’s great, I’m now thinking maybe it wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. Oh sure I’m Tony Stewart, 2 time NASCAR Nextel Cup champion, but at what cost? I’m now 35, I have no wife or hell even a girlfriend, no children of my own, and I’m lonely as hell, except when I’m with him.
Getting overwhelmed, I quickly excuse myself, before he can catch me start to fall apart. I start walking quickly back to my room as I can feel the tears start to spill over and suddenly I’m slumping to the floor and I start crying, heavily. All the years I think, I’ve wasted wanting him but not ever saying anything. From the first day back in the Busch Series days, I knew he was the one for me. I knew at first sight. Where you can’t breathe, you can’t live until you have them for your own.
I pick my head up only to face you with my tear-stained face inches from your face. You help me up from the floor and help me to my room. ‘This is it’ I think. ‘It’s now or never’. I quickly wrap my arms around your neck and capture your soft lips with mine, feeling all the pent up emotions rush through me at a blinding speed. Everything feels like it’s in slow motion, as I feel you begin to respond back, kissing me forcefully, with what appears to be pent up passion that you want released, and I can’t help but be lost in you and feeling like my world is complete, with this one simple kiss. But then all of a sudden it turns into a nightmare that I can’t escape from as I begin to feel dread as the response slowly turns into the one I’d feared. I feel you back up and see the fear and confusion in your eyes as you try to search for the words to tell me what you’re thinking. Feeling cold, numbing fear flood through me, I flee from the house through the back door into the woods before giving you a chance to tell me what you feel as I hear you call after me.
My tears return full force blinding me, making it almost impossible to navigate where I’m going. The thunder storm that threatened the skies earlier has begun and the rain comes pouring down as if the sky feels my pain. The rain is freezing and coming down is such speed it’s making it difficult to focus and see even five feet in front of me. The air is frigid and I can see my breath as I struggle to breathe in and out as it hurts my chest. I begin shivering almost violently since I don’t have a coat. Step by step I’m running away from what I want more than life, because I can’t cope with what you might think of me now.
As I continue to run without a thought to where I’m going, I stumble on an uplifted tree root, and I’m tossed and rolling down a steep embankment. I feel fierce burning in my ankle and I instantly know that I’ve twisted it. The mud on the ground is slippery and I’m struggling to hold on to the tiniest tree branch I can grasp as I’m rolling down the embankment, just over the hill. I finally grab onto a sturdy branch that seems like a saving grace that’s keeping me from plunging off the cliff. I begin to climb my way back up the hill when the branch breaks and I slide down screaming your name hoping you’d come save me. I feel every bump, every rock cutting into me, my hands bleeding from trying to stop only to see the cliff coming up rapidly. I get thrown off the edge of the cliff, and the last thing I remember before the blackness envelopes me is your beautiful face, wishing I could hold you one more time.
I wake up in absolute agony, as the fear hits me like a freight train. I can’t move. I reach into my pocket and call your number, hearing it ring, thanking anyone I can think of for the fortune of my phone still in one piece after that ride off the cliff. “Tony! Where are you?” I hear out of the phone when it picks up before I’ve said two words. I struggle to breathe, from the pain radiating through my body, when I try to tell him where I am. The pain is too much once more, and I fall unconscious once more to the voice of you.
2 months later
I feel my hand being held with such a strong sense of emotion, and I’m feeling protected and loved by it. I crack my right eye open to see who is giving me such a feeling of love, thinking it’s my mother, but hoping deep inside it’s you Dale. My heart does a leap for joy when I see it’s you holding my hand but quickly the celebration ends when I remember the events of that night. To the average person, it looks like two best friends being reunited after a tragic event. Tragic. Yeah I guess you could call my love of you. I feel tears springing to my eyes and I quickly wipe them away before you can see them. Only now I realize you’re asleep, although you look exhausted and look like you’re a wreck yourself.
Who I’m guessing is my doctor knocks softly at my door and comes in holding a chart. She smiles when she see’s I’m awake, and I quickly and quietly motion to Junior who’s fast asleep at my side. “I’m Doctor Simpson. You gave us quiet a scare there Mr. Stewart” my doctor says keeping her voice low. “You’ve been in a coma for the past two months, since your body has had excessive wear and tear on it.” ‘Two… months? Did she say two months?’ I think in bewilderment. “Your friend here has been here almost every day waiting for you to wake up and begin your recovery.” I feel a small smile form on my face and I look over, knowing he does care. “I just have to do a few simple tests and then we can decide when you can leave and go home.” Doctor Simpson tells me.
I try to respond, and I begin to freak when I cannot form the words that I’m thinking. Doctor Simpson writes something on her chart, and begins to try to calm me down, and tells me that things like this happen to people who’ve been in a traumatic event, and that their bodies shut down for protection. I feel movement to the right as Junior begins to wake up and stretch for a second, before realizing he’s still at the hospital. I give him a sad smile, and he returns a smile of his own. He asks Doctor Simpson about my condition, and while I’m slightly annoyed he didn’t ask me, I think I’d rather have him learn what happened from my doctor than me, since I can’t tell him.
He looks to have lost color in his face when he’s told of my injuries: A severely sprained right ankle, three broken ribs, two broken fingers, a slightly dislocated shoulder which they had to fix and now is sitting in a sling, a partially collapsed lung which has already been cured and a head injury to boot. He looks back at me with such sorrow and regret in his eyes, I want to tell him I’m alright, and kiss him and make everything better, but I can’t because I’m not what you want. You let me know that, when you pulled back that night with a look of confusion on your face, instead of love. Doctor Simpson coughs slightly to get my attention, and when I look at her, she tells me she’ll release me today if I have someone to care for me. I nod my head yes, and she needs me to write down whose home, and sign the paper. Before I can even get my hands on the paper I hear “He’ll be staying with me”. I look up and see Junior looking at me with a look that I don’t dare argue with since, it’s where I want to be anyway.
I quickly fill out the form, and sign it, then hand it back to Dr. Simpson who takes it with a smile, before wishing us both a good day. Right as she arrives at the door, before departing she calls back to Junior “Congratulations on winning the Nextel Cup Championship this year Junior.” Junior says a quick thank you, smiles and we wave goodbye as she leaves the room. I look at Junior with a look of disappointment, that I wasn’t around to see it, when I realize that I’ll miss the banquet -that is if I didn’t already. I motion for a pad of paper and a pen, which Junior obediently gets me, and I write down “What is today?” Junior take the pad and pen before quickly writing down ‘Wednesday, Dec. 3rd.’ I read this quickly and blow out a breath, before sucking it in harshly when I realize I cannot make my speech so how can I go to the banquet?
I begin to feel my heart race a little when I feel Junior put his hand on my shoulder which instantly sends a wave of relaxation within me, and my fear begins to subside, ‘Damn, does he realize what he does to me?’ as I feel myself blush slightly. Junior turns his attention fully to me, and makes sure I’m comfortable and have everything I need. I tell him yes ‘except for you that is.’ I write on my paper, that I’m tired and I’m gonna take a nap, and he asks if I need him for anything, and I write, ‘I’ll be fine’. As I drift off, because of the wonderful drugs they have me on, I see Junior pull the blanket up on me, and grab his stuff and wait until my eyes are closed before I hear the door open and know he’s departing for his house.
I wake up later on in the day to nurses removing the monitor sensors and the god-awful needle in the back of my hand, which thankfully was taken out when I was asleep. I feel slightly groggy and wonder what that’s all about since I was fine before. I write my question down and the nurse explains that sometimes It happens since the body was in shock from the events which landed me here in the first place, it wasn’t aware of the drugs in my system, and since now I’m relaxed and calm, it hits a little harder, so I feel the effects and therefore am more groggy than before. I write ‘thank you’ on my paper, and I receive three warm smiles from my nurses who all wish me to get better soon and tell me to hurry up and dress since I’m being released in about 10 minutes when Dr. Simpson finishes filling out the papers. It’s then I realize my accident would be all over the news where everyone will have seen it.
I shake my head of depressing thoughts and get back on track to finish getting ready when I notice a pair of black boxers for me inside. I check the size and notice that somebody actually knows that. I finish up with throwing on some new Sneakers from Nike, and quickly brush my teeth and comb my hair. I pack up the essentials and sit in the chair next to the bed waiting for Dr. Simpson to come in. I see Junior walk in right behind her when she arrives. She hands me a few prescriptions of medications to make sure I heal well, and to help with any pain I might experience. I tell her thanks and go to give her a handshake when my shoulder begins to protest the slightest bit. I try to cover up the pain, but she knows all too well the look of a patient trying to put up a brave front. She tells me to take it easy, and I decide since it’s doctor’s orders, I should.
Junior helps me to the car, while holding my bag. When we get there, I open the door the vette and he hops into the driver’s seat after putting my bag in the trunk. He starts the car after asking me if I was good to go, for which I smiled and nodded ‘yes’. He pulls out of the parking lot, and begins the forty-five minute trek back to his house. During the ride, he grabs the pad of paper he had in the car, and jots down a question and hands it to me. I read the paper: “Do you want to go back to my house, or just head home?” I think about the question, because since what has happened to me, Junior has been acting ‘off’. I don’t know if it’s perhaps guilt or not, but I’m seeing something in his eyes and I want to know what that something is. Since my arm wasn’t bad enough for a sling, I can move it around well enough and answer the question. I quickly jot ‘your house’ on the paper, and hand it back to Junior who reads it with a smile on his face. We continue the rest of the trip in comfortable silence.
We arrive at Junior’s house once more. I open my door to the Corvette, and stand up in the garage. I become frozen in fright that what happened before might happen again, or he might remember what I did, and become disgusted with me for being this way. Deep inside I know he would never disown me for that, but I’m not so sure our friendship would ever be the same if I did it again, and he rejected my advances again.
Once inside, we climb the stairs back to my room, and along the way I look at his face and his body language trying to figure out what he’s thinking, and I notice he seems to be relaxed. We get to the room, and Junior puts my bag on the floor, and tells me that he bought me some new clothes while I was in the hospital and that he washed them and they’re in the dresser ready to go. I smile my thanks and we stand there in uneasy silence, which I find odd since the car ride back was good and easygoing. “What’s wrong Dale?” I write. He takes a moment to look me in the face, with a look of insecurity on his face, before replying “don’t worry about it.” I walk up to him, and try to look intimidating, but when you have to use a crutch to help you walk on the right side, and have bandages over your body, it’s not very effective. “You’ve been holding something back from me.” I write on the paper. “Don’t worry about it” he replies once again, and I’m too tired to argue so I head to bed. “Night Tony” Dale tells me when I turn around. I nod in response, as I head to my room and climb into bed before slumber takes over.
I wake up to the sounds of birds chirping outside and look to see snow falling freely from the Carolina sky. I get up being careful not to jar any of my injuries the wrong way, and go downstairs to take my medication. I look up at the clock and it’s about quarter to 8 now, so Junior should be ready soon, to leave for the rally race in Talladega. Junior was chosen along with Jimmie to compete in the race, and he’s been so excited to be a part of it. I turn and run up to the shower and quickly get ready to watch the race.
We get to the race track and it’s seventy degrees and sunny. Junior rolls off in third after qualifying the car earlier today. Jimmie is seventh, so they are starting off pretty good. I’m watching the race from the top of what the Bud boys call ‘The War Wagon’ next to Tony Jr. Even though it’s called a rally race, it’s really NASCAR’s rally race, so we’re only using NASCAR approved stock cars. The pace car is picking up the field, and I’m bummed I’m missing the race, though it’s kinda nice to see it form the fans perspective for once. I hear Tony Jr. radio Junior from my headset before the race begins. “Good luck man, go out and win this thing!” Junior radios back “Can do! Just keep cheering me on and watch out!”
The race starts innocently enough with the drivers doing the typical Talladega crap. The four wide in the corners, the bump drafting in the corners and the bonsai moves. Junior makes a move worthy of the highlight reel to take over the lead and begins to show everyone whose boss of the track to which I have to smile. Lap 45, comes along, and Dale and Jimmie Johnson are lined up 1-2, and some dip wad in the 07 car gets impatient and wants the lead. He gets a little too bump draft happy and nails Johnson in the back of the car who hits Junior and sends him sideways and becomes airborne, all the while my face, if I could see it, is most likely white as a ghost. I watch in mixed fascination and horror as Junior’s car comes crashing down on the roof, barrel rolls, and gets hit horrendously four times from the time the car gets reunited with the track and the time the car stops moving. I’m frozen in fear as I helplessly watch the events unfold. I want to key the mic and start screaming for Dale to answer. “Dale! Answer me! Oh my god. Answer!” I silently plead. All I hear is the sound of static...
I look over at Tony Jr. and the rest of the Bud crew, and each member is white as a ghost and looks scared out of their minds. Jimmie’s Crew comes running down pit road to see us, as the red flag is thrown, and the paramedics are rushing to the aid of the Bud driver. As I near the car, I see no movement at all and I begin to feel like I’m losing everything near and dear to me. I make it down the front stretch dodging all sorts of debris and get to Junior’s car and I see him being cut out of his car.
I see Junior for the first time and I can’t help but stare when I see what a mess he’s in. His helmet is cracked horribly in the front, and the seatbelt which held him had to have malfunctioned because how else could he have hit the steering wheel with such force? There’s blood everywhere and I cannot fathom where it cam from, till I notice the deep gash upon his neck, near where he was burned two years ago in that horrendous wreck at Sonoma. The track paramedics whisk him away to the hospital and I jump into the back of the ambulance and give the medic team a death glare when they try to keep me from the ride to the hospital. Seeing I’m not going anywhere they agree to let me in as long as I don’t get in the way. ‘Dale..wake up” I whisper. Just when I least expect it, the worst sound in the world assaults my ears. You just flat lined.
The ride to the hospital is short lived and when we get there, we’re surrounded by the masses of the media, who are trying to get any information to have a story for the news tonight. I quickly rush to the hospital’s waiting room and think about my miserable existence once again, because of the pain of today’s events have brought up my old memories once again.. I hear the doors open up to the right of me. I see Jeff Gordon and Jimmie Johnson jog over to me and sit down. Sighing Jeff sits back for a moment, and I can see he’s contemplating something in his head. Opening he eyes, I see him turn to me, and I wonder what he’s gonna say. “This is probably a bad time, but I want to ask you a personal question” Jeff asks me. I signal for him to continue. He quietly asks the bombshell of a question. “I’ve noticed the way you’ve been acting around Dale lately, and we’ve seen the looks you give him, and well, I wanted to just ask you how long you’ve been in love with Dale.”
I look up in shock. ‘How does he know?’ I argue with myself. I ask Jeff “what are you talking about?” Hoping to keep the truth covered. “It’s not like you’re subtle about it to the rest of us.” Jeff replies honestly. “Sure the fans don’t know, but the rest of us, your friends know what you’re thinking.” Taking a deep breath, I can’t help it when the truth comes tumbling out. “I love him to the point my heart aches . Whenever I get a chance to tell him someone is around. Not to mention how can I tell him? I tried to tell him once before ruining everything by running out of the house crying because he seemed confused when I kissed him. I never gave him a chance to explain why he responded the way he did. Hell, I didn’t even try to explain to him what I feel!” Jeff smiled at me in understanding as he finishes reading, and I start to cry a little. “I can tell you honestly he feels the same way about you, but he’s confused and scared he’ll get hurt by it. Just like I was at first with Jimmie, but I’ll tell you it’s all worth it in the end.” I smile a genuine smile, because I know that someone truly what I’m going through.
A doctor walks out of the corridor and asks for a Jeff Gordon, Tony Stewart and Jimmie Johnson. The three of us follow him. As I’m drying my eyes , we follow the doctor to his office. The doctor closes the door, and turns to face us. “Mr. Stewart, Mr. Gordon, I’m Dr. Whitesmith.” He tells up as we shakes hands “You two are listed among his emergency contacts so as hospital procedures go, I have to specifically tell only those people on this list.” Jeff and I share a look that says ‘this isn’t good.’ Doctor Whitesmith continues “Mr. Earnhardt’s condition is grave. He’s suffered an extensive amount of blood loss, and He‘s already flat lined twice. He’s gotten a blood transfusion from-” he pauses to check his clipboard “–his brother Kerry, and his sister Kelly. He also has a bit of bruising on his brain, and we’ll need to keep him here for a for observation. X-rays are showing he’s also got a broken clavicle, and a cracked sternum, and at the time we don’t understand why, but he’s fallen into a coma.”
Jeff and I make it to room 208, and I choke back a sob when I see the number. Jeff puts his hand on my shoulder and we each take a deep breath and ready ourselves for whatever may be in there. I open the door, and walk into my nightmare. We see Junior, as I least expected him to ever be. He’s lying in the bed and he’s bruised so badly. His head is bandaged up to protect the cuts he sustained in the wreck. He has a tube down his throat, to help him breathe. Shock overcomes the three of us, and for a pause no one says a word. Junior’s right shoulder is in an immobilizer. He’s got bandages wrapped around the same shoulder. Jeff walks further into the room, and takes a seat next to Junior on his left side, as Jimmie stands next to him. I follow his lead and take my own seat on the right.
It’s been four months since you’ve had your accident and we’re all still waiting for you to wake up Dale. I’ve regained my speech, but I know you won’t know that, because of this mess. ‘I miss you so much’ I think, as I sit here at the hospital willing you to wake up. I know this is how you must’ve felt like seeing your best friend hurt and you can’t help them. I sigh softly. Just as I’m about to get up and get a coffee, I feel my hand being held. Holding in a breath, I squeeze softly once again to see if you do it again. When you do, I just want to scream in joy, but I remember that you’re not totally conscious yet, and these things will take time. I see your eyes flicker back and forth behind your eyelids, and I can’t help the smile from growing on my face. I alert the nurse on duty for you, and she comes in to check out the prognosis. Seeing the delighted look on her face, she tells me to calm Dale down if he fully awakens before Dr. Whitesmith gets in.
Dr. Whitesmith walks in and watches as Dale opens his eyes for the first time in the past few weeks, and I must have the biggest grin on my face. “Take it easy son. I’m going to remove this tube from your mouth, and when I do, I don’t want to you say anything for a few minutes to allow your throat to heal for a moment because it hasn’t been used in a while.” The Doctor pulls the tube out of your throat, and I wince when I see it happen because I know it’s got to hurt like hell. “Shit” I hear you whisper. I laugh. “What did the Doctor just tell you?” I tease him. Jeff knocks on the door and walks in with Kevin and Jimmie in tow, and I welcome them in.
As Kevin and the guys come in, Dr. Whitesmith checks your vitals before excusing himself. Kevin walks over, and is gleeful at what he sees. He puts the bouquet of flowers his wife Delana sent him with, on the side table, and turns to Dale and pulls him into a hug not caring that it’s not ‘manly’. Wiping his tears quickly from his face, Kevin lets go and stands back up. Jimmie takes his turn and gives his own hug. Standing he takes his place next to Kevin. We all hang with you keeping you company for a few hours until Kevin, Jeff and Jimmie have to go. I turn my head and see the fear in your eyes. I feel my heart squeeze when I look into your eyes. “Don’t leave me” you croak, your throat still sore from the lack of use.
I nod, and try to give you one of my famous smiles, but what comes out is a smile mired with grief and sorrow. “I thought I lost you” I begin to whisper to you Dale. I take a glance at your eyes, and I’m struck with the intensity of emotions I see swirling in them. ‘Blue as the ocean’ I notice, as I feel myself getting drawn into you. I quietly tell him, I’m just gonna sit in the chair next to the bed, until we figure out what’s going on with us. He seems to relax when I tell him that and I see him go into a contemplative state.
I look over at Dale once again, and see that he’s looking at me, or at least in my direction. “What?” I ask, confused. “Nothin’” you whisper. “Why won’t you let me in that head of yours?” I wonder. The look of fear in your eyes scares me, because I’ve never seen anyone react that way to me before, and I wonder why all of a sudden you’re reacting this way. “I’m scared” I hear you say. “Don’t worry, You’ll be home soon enough” I reassure you.
I see Dale smile softly, and I feel his anxiety relax. I walk over to the door and look down the hall. “Dr. Whitesmith!” I call. I see him turn around, surprised to see me running towards him. “Yes young man?” He inquires gently. Panting slightly, I ask him if he knows when Junior will be able to go home. “Mr. Earnhardt hasn’t been given his final check-up by the staff. As soon as I complete it, we’ll be able to go from there.” I nod in understanding, and tell him, I’ll let Junior in on the good news. Turning around I head back to Junior’s room.
I get back to the room, I look at Junior through the window and my heart breaks as I see him wallowing in…Pity? Disgust at not healing fast enough? Loneliness? I softly knock on the door, to give him a heads up that I’m back. “Hey Junior! The Doctor says he’ll be back down here soon, and give your final check-up, and will let us know if your good enough to go home.” Junior nods, and tells me he’s going to take a quick nap before he leaves. Nodding, I tell him, I’m going go to the car and relax there.” As I start to leave he asks me to stay. “Ok, Junior. I’ll stay.” I start to sit in the chair as I see Junior move over on his bed. “Here. The chairs aren’t comfortable.” Unsure of his motivations, I slowly move around the bed, and climb into it. As we lay there, we both fall into a comfortable sleep.
I open my eyes slowly, and pick my head up being quiet and taking a quick glance at Dale next to me. I see him lying peacefully on the bed, sleeping in a comfortable position. I sigh, and just sit there, and start thinking about the old days with him, before everything became so screwed up between us. Suddenly I feel my hand being squeezed. I look over and see Dale looking at me, with a look on his face, that I know he wants out of the hospital. NOW. As if on cue, Dr. Whitesmith knocks on the door, and I jump from the bed, just as he comes in an starts the evaluation on Dale. He checks Junior’s bandages, and his head for any problems, but sees nothing bad enough to keep him in the hospital. “ Mr. Earnhardt still has bruising and lesions on his forehead, and his shoulder is still sore, from the surgery, which we needed to insert some pins to reconstruct part of the shoulder. However, He seems well enough to be able to go home. I need to write up a few prescriptions, then get the discharge papers ready, then you two can go home. Dr. Whitesmith left the room quickly to gather the necessary papers, while I helped Junior sit up in his bed.
I go out to the car and grab his travel bag. I grab my cell phone from my pocket and call Dale’s sister Kelley. I inform her that they’re letting him go, and I’m bringing him back to their house. She tells me she’ll be over at the house getting everything ready for when he gets home, and that she’ll alert the rest of the family, since she’s been at the hospital with everyone everyday pretty much, that she’s letting me be the one to bring June home.
I quickly return to the room and hand him his bag of clothes to which he thanks me, and then heads to the bathroom to change. “You need any help, just holler” I tell, him to which he nods, and closes the bathroom door. I walk over to the chair and as I sit here and think about how I want to approach the subject of our relationship, when you exit the bathroom, just as the doctor comes in with your prescriptions and your discharge papers.
We arrive at your house and I head out to the back deck to get a moment to myself as we walk through the front door. I’m standing on the deck, off Junior’s home, looking up at the stars, in the cold. I notice there’s only one in the sky right now. Now I’m not a believer much in superstition, but I decide to give it a go tonight in hope that the upcoming Christmas holiday will bring me what I desire most in life.
With my eyes closed, I hear the faint noise of the sliding door moving across the tracks. The door moves once more and closes, and the slight footsteps crunching upon the fallen snow. Just as I’m gonna open my eyes, I feel your arm grab a hold around my waist, and you leaning your head on my shoulder and you resting upon my being. I slowly turn around to face you and I give you a questioning glance. You silence my questions as your lips meet mine, first in a hesitant kiss, but after a moment your resolve comes through and it slowly builds. I hear a delicious moan that sends burning desire coursing through me, when I realize that the moan was mine. Slowly I hold the back of your hand as I place my other hand on your chest.
As if in a movie, I feel the wind kick up, and swirl around us, and I can’t imagine a moment more perfect than this. I feel you move closer to me, and I know you want more. I pull you closer into me, and I lead the way back towards the door. I pull my hand away from your beautiful body and quickly open the door, while holding onto your face, while never breaking the contact from your luscious lips. We hurriedly get through the door, where I feel you shift slightly to close it. We hazardously make our way down the hall, as clothing articles are being discarded creating a treasure trail in our wake. As we make it to your bedroom door I open my mouth to say something, you silence me with your mouth claiming mine once again, in a dominating action.
I slowly rake my hands down to the button your jeans, and teasingly, open them excruciatingly slow. With a sly grin, I look up into your eyes, and see nothing but love, lust and a deep desire swirling around in those crystalline blue orbs of yours. Mouth gone dry, I attempt to swallow before allowing the tantalizing smirk on my face as I think of the fun we’re about to have. I swiftly open the bedroom door, and push you into the room, and towards the bed as you knees catch the edge of your bed, and we both tumble down onto the soft down of the blanket. I reconnect our mouths in a possessive kiss, as my arms rake down your body, in an attempt to memorize every inch of your being. Hearing you gasp when my hands undo the button, I steal the opportunity to give wet kisses down the side of your neck, stopping once I see come to the scar on your neck.
I think back to that day. The day we almost lost you my love. I remember turning the television on, and flipping through the channels bored trying to find something to watch, when I quickly see your name, causing me to flip back a few channels, only to see your Corvette emblazoned in a fireball of itself. All I could remember is going into a terrified shock, screaming at the television for you to get out. Once I saw you get out, I let out a breath of relief that I actually could feel flood throughout my body. Quickly getting my head back in the game, I shake my head to rid my mind of those horrific images, as I tell myself that you’re here with me, and I decide to make you my own. As I put my head back to your neck, I feel your pulse liven up, and I have to make sure your ok, and I’m not hurting you. I hear you reply with a groan, that gets my own pulse racing, and it’s all the answer I need to keep going. Rocking against your body, I can feel your own body react to me, which turns me on all the more. Right as I’m about to claim you as mine for everyone to know, I find myself, suddenly on my face looking up at you, with the biggest shit eating grin on your face.
Wasting no time, I feel you put your knee in between my legs, as you look down, and begin to remove my jeans. I reach down to help you , only to get a swat on my hand, and a look on your face that let’s me know I’m about to be in total bliss by the end of the night. I see you open the drawer in the nightstand beside the bed. You the crawl up the bed, to join me, as you slowly, crawl along the top of me till, our hips meet. I involuntarily buck at the contact, and you quietly, tell me “Shhh.. They’ll be plenty of time for that.” I can’t help the smirk from forming on my face, as I see what you grabbed looks like a blindfold. I take the blindfold, and put it on myself, and get ready for a wild time, when I hear a clinking noise coming from the right once more. All of a sudden, I feel my right hand being brought up, and something cold enclosing it, hearing another metallic click. Wondering what it is, I go to remove the blindfold, when my other hand is grabbed, and something cold enclosing that as well, and again, a metallic click is heard on that side.
It’s only now when I realized I’ve just been handcuffed, and by the sensation on my wrists, it almost feels furry. I can’t help but smile as I visualize the scene as I think it’ll unfold. Leaving the rest of the night up to sensation, I focus on the feel of your smooth skin, gliding against mine. I feel you grind slowly against my hips, as I elicit a moan so primal, I feel it’s effect on you. I feel you leaving a trail of butterfly kisses from my jaw down to my hips, and back up again. “Shit dale” I moan. “keep this up, and this is going to be over before it even begins” I huskily whisper. Feeling you rock against me once more, the passion mounts as I feel you slide your hands down my sides slowly. Feeling you capture my lips in a kiss, I moan, begging to be released. I rock my hips in rhythm with Dale’s and I feel the passion grow more between us. Pulling tightly on the cuffs wanting to break them, so I can show Dale a good, time, I feel him grasp my wrists gently “leave it to me, Tony. I’ve wanted this as long as you.” he whispers huskily in my ear which leaves me weak.
I once again hear a clinking twice over, as I realize that I’m being released. I feel the handcuffs come off, and Dale whispers “have at it.” Instantly, I grab him by the waist and roll him over so I’m now on top looking down at him, and I reply “oh I intend to.” The rest of the night becomes a blur of erotic fantasy, as we became one. Later, lying tangled within each other, I stroke Dale’s hair, as he lays his head on my chest, while making circular shapes with his finger. I release a content sigh, which causes Junior to look up at me with questioning eyes. “It’s nothing. I’m just finally happy with my life, thanks to you.” With that Dale gives me the most blinding smile, that just warms me to my toes. “No thank you Tony. I never imagined, finding a love so pure.” I snuggle in closer to Dale, and hold him close to me as we both drift off to a peaceful sleep.
The End.
I walk over to his car, trying to act as nonchalant as possible, trying not to let him know that lately the reason I’ve been “weird” around him (as he asked me about) is because I’m falling for him. As I stroll up to him, he turns his head in my direction and smiles at me. “Hey Smoke! Hell of a run there at the end we had huh? That’s one for the highlight reel right there” I smile, because it’s true. The last 5 laps of the race, Junior and I had a fierce door-to-door battle going, where each of us could’ve wrecked at anytime, knowing fully well the other was enjoying it as much as the other.
“You know I would’ve had you coming through four there, if It hadn’t been for Gordon trying to take my spot.” I shoot back. He laughs at that, and I feel the temperature climb outside- or is it just me? We shoot the breeze for a few minutes before I leave to do some P.R work and to let him get back to celebrating. As I walk away, I peek back to see him turn his head in my direction and giving me the ‘rock on’ salute. I return the friendly gesture with a smile and keep walking.
Night has fallen, and I’m just wiped out. I look at my watch and realize it’s late. “Oh shit.” I mutter, before racing for my motor coach to grab my stuff and head for the plane. I arrive at the hanger to find out my plane is gone. “Great” I mutter. I notice that there is a plane there, just not mine. I debate whether it would be a good idea to board the plane anyway to ask for a flight home, when I notice the familiar legacy logo. I smile, and say a quick thanks to the big man upstairs, and walk towards the plane and board it before copping a seat. I wait here so I can ask for a ride home, knowing in my heart I’d never have to ask. It’s just I don’t feel right inviting myself to a ride home since they’d have to fly all the way to Indiana then home, which is a long time to get someone home when they’re not expecting it.. As I sit in the seat and get comfortable, I find my self drifting off and for the first time tonight, realize how tired I must’ve really been.
As I wearily open my eyes, I sit up and lean on my arm, and I take note of my situation. I look out the window to the right of me and notice it’s still dark. “Ok, where the hell am I?” I notice an alarm clock on the nightstand. 5:27 AM. I turn the lamp on next to me and squint as the sudden brightness assaults my eyes. I get out of bed and look around the room and stretch, trying to be as quiet as I can. I know I’m in one of two places, but it’s whose home I’m not sure of. Looking around I notice a clean folded towel on the chair next to my bed, along with some clothes. I take the towel and head to the bathroom connected to this room. Once the temperature is to my liking, I step into the spray and immediately any stress and worries just melt away. I take some shampoo and conditioner and wash my hair.
Tossing the towels into the hamper, I walk out of the bathroom, and return to the bedroom and finish getting ready. Walking into the hallway I hear light snoring coming in from the bedroom down the hall. I walk to the door, and slowly open the door. I peer in and see Junior wrapped up in his bed, in his red plaid boxers and a black tank. Looking back at Junior, I find my self smiling, and begin to think what it would be like to be laying there next to him, holding him in my arms. I snap out of the revere and decide to leave the room before the light in the hallway wakes him up. I close the door, and decide to give myself a quick tour of his home. ‘Why the hell didn’t he tell me about his new house?” I ponder. I decide to start in the kitchen when my stomach growls lightly. In the counter I see a note addressed to me.
Tony,
Feel free to have what you want for breakfast if I’m not awake to cook it.
-Dale.
As I sit at the table, Dale walks in. “Hey man, glad to see your up” he tells me. “ I tried to wake you when we got to the airplane hanger at D.E.I, to tell you that we couldn’t get you home, but you were dead asleep” he tells me with a laugh.
I playfully roll my eyes at him and give him a smirk. I go to give him a smart-ass remark, but he continues his story effectively cutting me off and he knows it. “Me and Martin had to carry you into the house, up the stairs and into your room while you were rockin’ and thrashing around from some dream you were having. I’ll tell you what, that was NOT my idea of fun man. We almost dropped ya down the damn stairs!” I look at him with a face I’m sure is part embarrassment, part shock and part surprise as he tells me this, and I decide to change the subject to stave off anything more embarrassing.
“There’s extra in the pan” I tell him before turning my head before he can ask anything about the dream, trying to make it look like I was looking at something else. I watch as he stretches and his shirt rides up just enough to give me a slight view of the milky, smooth skin under the shirt he’s wearing. I avert my eyes back to my breakfast, and force my self to remain cool. He quickly grabs what he needs and joins me at the table.
Dale looks at me with those crystalline blue eyes of his with a hint of worry etched in his face. “What’s wrong Tony? You’ve been acting kinda jittery around me for the last couple of weeks.” ‘More like the last couple of months’ I think to myself. I look up at Dale and shake my head, telling him nothing’s wrong. “It’s just I have some other stuff on my mind.” I lie to him, and I feel the pit of my stomach clench slightly from the guilt of not telling him the truth. But how can you tell your best friend you’re in love with them, especially when the best friend is the same gender as you are? “Alright man. If you ever want to talk about it, I’m always here for you, you know that right?” Smiling, I nod my head in an appreciative nod. We spend the next half hour eating our breakfast, and talking about sports and stuff like that.
With breakfast done, I stand and collect the dishes telling Dale I’d do the dishes since I’m the guest and as a thanks for giving me a lift from the track last night. As I’m washing the dishes, Junior walks out into the room adjacent to this one. Since this is a new house, I haven’t the foggiest clue as to what room it is, although knowing him it’s his newest ‘Playstation room’. I finish the dishes in record time, and walk into the room. He’s standing in the room, facing away from me, looking at a picture of what appears to be him and his father years ago, when Junior was probably about 5 or 6. He turns to see me come into the room, and motions me to sit on the couch to play a game. When we’re about halfway through the race, he tells me about the picture since I looked interested in it. He starts to tell me about the time, he and his father went to Talladega Superspeedway for the first time together. It was his dad’s first time racing there, and he wanted the entire family to share the moment. So the Earnhardt Family, consisting of Dale Sr., Teresa, Kelly, and Dale Jr. were at the track and getting the tour of the garage by Richard Petty- The “king” as was his nickname. Dale Jr. and his father went to meet some of the other drivers as Teresa, and Kelly decided to go to the hotel to get ready for the next day for sightseeing.
As Dale’s telling me this story and allowing me a glimpse of his childhood, I think back to mine, and for whatever reason feel mine wasn’t all that it could’ve been. Growing up all I could think was I needed to race and win. While that’s great, I’m now thinking maybe it wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. Oh sure I’m Tony Stewart, 2 time NASCAR Nextel Cup champion, but at what cost? I’m now 35, I have no wife or hell even a girlfriend, no children of my own, and I’m lonely as hell, except when I’m with him.
Getting overwhelmed, I quickly excuse myself, before he can catch me start to fall apart. I start walking quickly back to my room as I can feel the tears start to spill over and suddenly I’m slumping to the floor and I start crying, heavily. All the years I think, I’ve wasted wanting him but not ever saying anything. From the first day back in the Busch Series days, I knew he was the one for me. I knew at first sight. Where you can’t breathe, you can’t live until you have them for your own.
I pick my head up only to face you with my tear-stained face inches from your face. You help me up from the floor and help me to my room. ‘This is it’ I think. ‘It’s now or never’. I quickly wrap my arms around your neck and capture your soft lips with mine, feeling all the pent up emotions rush through me at a blinding speed. Everything feels like it’s in slow motion, as I feel you begin to respond back, kissing me forcefully, with what appears to be pent up passion that you want released, and I can’t help but be lost in you and feeling like my world is complete, with this one simple kiss. But then all of a sudden it turns into a nightmare that I can’t escape from as I begin to feel dread as the response slowly turns into the one I’d feared. I feel you back up and see the fear and confusion in your eyes as you try to search for the words to tell me what you’re thinking. Feeling cold, numbing fear flood through me, I flee from the house through the back door into the woods before giving you a chance to tell me what you feel as I hear you call after me.
My tears return full force blinding me, making it almost impossible to navigate where I’m going. The thunder storm that threatened the skies earlier has begun and the rain comes pouring down as if the sky feels my pain. The rain is freezing and coming down is such speed it’s making it difficult to focus and see even five feet in front of me. The air is frigid and I can see my breath as I struggle to breathe in and out as it hurts my chest. I begin shivering almost violently since I don’t have a coat. Step by step I’m running away from what I want more than life, because I can’t cope with what you might think of me now.
As I continue to run without a thought to where I’m going, I stumble on an uplifted tree root, and I’m tossed and rolling down a steep embankment. I feel fierce burning in my ankle and I instantly know that I’ve twisted it. The mud on the ground is slippery and I’m struggling to hold on to the tiniest tree branch I can grasp as I’m rolling down the embankment, just over the hill. I finally grab onto a sturdy branch that seems like a saving grace that’s keeping me from plunging off the cliff. I begin to climb my way back up the hill when the branch breaks and I slide down screaming your name hoping you’d come save me. I feel every bump, every rock cutting into me, my hands bleeding from trying to stop only to see the cliff coming up rapidly. I get thrown off the edge of the cliff, and the last thing I remember before the blackness envelopes me is your beautiful face, wishing I could hold you one more time.
I wake up in absolute agony, as the fear hits me like a freight train. I can’t move. I reach into my pocket and call your number, hearing it ring, thanking anyone I can think of for the fortune of my phone still in one piece after that ride off the cliff. “Tony! Where are you?” I hear out of the phone when it picks up before I’ve said two words. I struggle to breathe, from the pain radiating through my body, when I try to tell him where I am. The pain is too much once more, and I fall unconscious once more to the voice of you.
2 months later
I feel my hand being held with such a strong sense of emotion, and I’m feeling protected and loved by it. I crack my right eye open to see who is giving me such a feeling of love, thinking it’s my mother, but hoping deep inside it’s you Dale. My heart does a leap for joy when I see it’s you holding my hand but quickly the celebration ends when I remember the events of that night. To the average person, it looks like two best friends being reunited after a tragic event. Tragic. Yeah I guess you could call my love of you. I feel tears springing to my eyes and I quickly wipe them away before you can see them. Only now I realize you’re asleep, although you look exhausted and look like you’re a wreck yourself.
Who I’m guessing is my doctor knocks softly at my door and comes in holding a chart. She smiles when she see’s I’m awake, and I quickly and quietly motion to Junior who’s fast asleep at my side. “I’m Doctor Simpson. You gave us quiet a scare there Mr. Stewart” my doctor says keeping her voice low. “You’ve been in a coma for the past two months, since your body has had excessive wear and tear on it.” ‘Two… months? Did she say two months?’ I think in bewilderment. “Your friend here has been here almost every day waiting for you to wake up and begin your recovery.” I feel a small smile form on my face and I look over, knowing he does care. “I just have to do a few simple tests and then we can decide when you can leave and go home.” Doctor Simpson tells me.
I try to respond, and I begin to freak when I cannot form the words that I’m thinking. Doctor Simpson writes something on her chart, and begins to try to calm me down, and tells me that things like this happen to people who’ve been in a traumatic event, and that their bodies shut down for protection. I feel movement to the right as Junior begins to wake up and stretch for a second, before realizing he’s still at the hospital. I give him a sad smile, and he returns a smile of his own. He asks Doctor Simpson about my condition, and while I’m slightly annoyed he didn’t ask me, I think I’d rather have him learn what happened from my doctor than me, since I can’t tell him.
He looks to have lost color in his face when he’s told of my injuries: A severely sprained right ankle, three broken ribs, two broken fingers, a slightly dislocated shoulder which they had to fix and now is sitting in a sling, a partially collapsed lung which has already been cured and a head injury to boot. He looks back at me with such sorrow and regret in his eyes, I want to tell him I’m alright, and kiss him and make everything better, but I can’t because I’m not what you want. You let me know that, when you pulled back that night with a look of confusion on your face, instead of love. Doctor Simpson coughs slightly to get my attention, and when I look at her, she tells me she’ll release me today if I have someone to care for me. I nod my head yes, and she needs me to write down whose home, and sign the paper. Before I can even get my hands on the paper I hear “He’ll be staying with me”. I look up and see Junior looking at me with a look that I don’t dare argue with since, it’s where I want to be anyway.
I quickly fill out the form, and sign it, then hand it back to Dr. Simpson who takes it with a smile, before wishing us both a good day. Right as she arrives at the door, before departing she calls back to Junior “Congratulations on winning the Nextel Cup Championship this year Junior.” Junior says a quick thank you, smiles and we wave goodbye as she leaves the room. I look at Junior with a look of disappointment, that I wasn’t around to see it, when I realize that I’ll miss the banquet -that is if I didn’t already. I motion for a pad of paper and a pen, which Junior obediently gets me, and I write down “What is today?” Junior take the pad and pen before quickly writing down ‘Wednesday, Dec. 3rd.’ I read this quickly and blow out a breath, before sucking it in harshly when I realize I cannot make my speech so how can I go to the banquet?
I begin to feel my heart race a little when I feel Junior put his hand on my shoulder which instantly sends a wave of relaxation within me, and my fear begins to subside, ‘Damn, does he realize what he does to me?’ as I feel myself blush slightly. Junior turns his attention fully to me, and makes sure I’m comfortable and have everything I need. I tell him yes ‘except for you that is.’ I write on my paper, that I’m tired and I’m gonna take a nap, and he asks if I need him for anything, and I write, ‘I’ll be fine’. As I drift off, because of the wonderful drugs they have me on, I see Junior pull the blanket up on me, and grab his stuff and wait until my eyes are closed before I hear the door open and know he’s departing for his house.
I wake up later on in the day to nurses removing the monitor sensors and the god-awful needle in the back of my hand, which thankfully was taken out when I was asleep. I feel slightly groggy and wonder what that’s all about since I was fine before. I write my question down and the nurse explains that sometimes It happens since the body was in shock from the events which landed me here in the first place, it wasn’t aware of the drugs in my system, and since now I’m relaxed and calm, it hits a little harder, so I feel the effects and therefore am more groggy than before. I write ‘thank you’ on my paper, and I receive three warm smiles from my nurses who all wish me to get better soon and tell me to hurry up and dress since I’m being released in about 10 minutes when Dr. Simpson finishes filling out the papers. It’s then I realize my accident would be all over the news where everyone will have seen it.
I shake my head of depressing thoughts and get back on track to finish getting ready when I notice a pair of black boxers for me inside. I check the size and notice that somebody actually knows that. I finish up with throwing on some new Sneakers from Nike, and quickly brush my teeth and comb my hair. I pack up the essentials and sit in the chair next to the bed waiting for Dr. Simpson to come in. I see Junior walk in right behind her when she arrives. She hands me a few prescriptions of medications to make sure I heal well, and to help with any pain I might experience. I tell her thanks and go to give her a handshake when my shoulder begins to protest the slightest bit. I try to cover up the pain, but she knows all too well the look of a patient trying to put up a brave front. She tells me to take it easy, and I decide since it’s doctor’s orders, I should.
Junior helps me to the car, while holding my bag. When we get there, I open the door the vette and he hops into the driver’s seat after putting my bag in the trunk. He starts the car after asking me if I was good to go, for which I smiled and nodded ‘yes’. He pulls out of the parking lot, and begins the forty-five minute trek back to his house. During the ride, he grabs the pad of paper he had in the car, and jots down a question and hands it to me. I read the paper: “Do you want to go back to my house, or just head home?” I think about the question, because since what has happened to me, Junior has been acting ‘off’. I don’t know if it’s perhaps guilt or not, but I’m seeing something in his eyes and I want to know what that something is. Since my arm wasn’t bad enough for a sling, I can move it around well enough and answer the question. I quickly jot ‘your house’ on the paper, and hand it back to Junior who reads it with a smile on his face. We continue the rest of the trip in comfortable silence.
We arrive at Junior’s house once more. I open my door to the Corvette, and stand up in the garage. I become frozen in fright that what happened before might happen again, or he might remember what I did, and become disgusted with me for being this way. Deep inside I know he would never disown me for that, but I’m not so sure our friendship would ever be the same if I did it again, and he rejected my advances again.
Once inside, we climb the stairs back to my room, and along the way I look at his face and his body language trying to figure out what he’s thinking, and I notice he seems to be relaxed. We get to the room, and Junior puts my bag on the floor, and tells me that he bought me some new clothes while I was in the hospital and that he washed them and they’re in the dresser ready to go. I smile my thanks and we stand there in uneasy silence, which I find odd since the car ride back was good and easygoing. “What’s wrong Dale?” I write. He takes a moment to look me in the face, with a look of insecurity on his face, before replying “don’t worry about it.” I walk up to him, and try to look intimidating, but when you have to use a crutch to help you walk on the right side, and have bandages over your body, it’s not very effective. “You’ve been holding something back from me.” I write on the paper. “Don’t worry about it” he replies once again, and I’m too tired to argue so I head to bed. “Night Tony” Dale tells me when I turn around. I nod in response, as I head to my room and climb into bed before slumber takes over.
I wake up to the sounds of birds chirping outside and look to see snow falling freely from the Carolina sky. I get up being careful not to jar any of my injuries the wrong way, and go downstairs to take my medication. I look up at the clock and it’s about quarter to 8 now, so Junior should be ready soon, to leave for the rally race in Talladega. Junior was chosen along with Jimmie to compete in the race, and he’s been so excited to be a part of it. I turn and run up to the shower and quickly get ready to watch the race.
We get to the race track and it’s seventy degrees and sunny. Junior rolls off in third after qualifying the car earlier today. Jimmie is seventh, so they are starting off pretty good. I’m watching the race from the top of what the Bud boys call ‘The War Wagon’ next to Tony Jr. Even though it’s called a rally race, it’s really NASCAR’s rally race, so we’re only using NASCAR approved stock cars. The pace car is picking up the field, and I’m bummed I’m missing the race, though it’s kinda nice to see it form the fans perspective for once. I hear Tony Jr. radio Junior from my headset before the race begins. “Good luck man, go out and win this thing!” Junior radios back “Can do! Just keep cheering me on and watch out!”
The race starts innocently enough with the drivers doing the typical Talladega crap. The four wide in the corners, the bump drafting in the corners and the bonsai moves. Junior makes a move worthy of the highlight reel to take over the lead and begins to show everyone whose boss of the track to which I have to smile. Lap 45, comes along, and Dale and Jimmie Johnson are lined up 1-2, and some dip wad in the 07 car gets impatient and wants the lead. He gets a little too bump draft happy and nails Johnson in the back of the car who hits Junior and sends him sideways and becomes airborne, all the while my face, if I could see it, is most likely white as a ghost. I watch in mixed fascination and horror as Junior’s car comes crashing down on the roof, barrel rolls, and gets hit horrendously four times from the time the car gets reunited with the track and the time the car stops moving. I’m frozen in fear as I helplessly watch the events unfold. I want to key the mic and start screaming for Dale to answer. “Dale! Answer me! Oh my god. Answer!” I silently plead. All I hear is the sound of static...
I look over at Tony Jr. and the rest of the Bud crew, and each member is white as a ghost and looks scared out of their minds. Jimmie’s Crew comes running down pit road to see us, as the red flag is thrown, and the paramedics are rushing to the aid of the Bud driver. As I near the car, I see no movement at all and I begin to feel like I’m losing everything near and dear to me. I make it down the front stretch dodging all sorts of debris and get to Junior’s car and I see him being cut out of his car.
I see Junior for the first time and I can’t help but stare when I see what a mess he’s in. His helmet is cracked horribly in the front, and the seatbelt which held him had to have malfunctioned because how else could he have hit the steering wheel with such force? There’s blood everywhere and I cannot fathom where it cam from, till I notice the deep gash upon his neck, near where he was burned two years ago in that horrendous wreck at Sonoma. The track paramedics whisk him away to the hospital and I jump into the back of the ambulance and give the medic team a death glare when they try to keep me from the ride to the hospital. Seeing I’m not going anywhere they agree to let me in as long as I don’t get in the way. ‘Dale..wake up” I whisper. Just when I least expect it, the worst sound in the world assaults my ears. You just flat lined.
The ride to the hospital is short lived and when we get there, we’re surrounded by the masses of the media, who are trying to get any information to have a story for the news tonight. I quickly rush to the hospital’s waiting room and think about my miserable existence once again, because of the pain of today’s events have brought up my old memories once again.. I hear the doors open up to the right of me. I see Jeff Gordon and Jimmie Johnson jog over to me and sit down. Sighing Jeff sits back for a moment, and I can see he’s contemplating something in his head. Opening he eyes, I see him turn to me, and I wonder what he’s gonna say. “This is probably a bad time, but I want to ask you a personal question” Jeff asks me. I signal for him to continue. He quietly asks the bombshell of a question. “I’ve noticed the way you’ve been acting around Dale lately, and we’ve seen the looks you give him, and well, I wanted to just ask you how long you’ve been in love with Dale.”
I look up in shock. ‘How does he know?’ I argue with myself. I ask Jeff “what are you talking about?” Hoping to keep the truth covered. “It’s not like you’re subtle about it to the rest of us.” Jeff replies honestly. “Sure the fans don’t know, but the rest of us, your friends know what you’re thinking.” Taking a deep breath, I can’t help it when the truth comes tumbling out. “I love him to the point my heart aches . Whenever I get a chance to tell him someone is around. Not to mention how can I tell him? I tried to tell him once before ruining everything by running out of the house crying because he seemed confused when I kissed him. I never gave him a chance to explain why he responded the way he did. Hell, I didn’t even try to explain to him what I feel!” Jeff smiled at me in understanding as he finishes reading, and I start to cry a little. “I can tell you honestly he feels the same way about you, but he’s confused and scared he’ll get hurt by it. Just like I was at first with Jimmie, but I’ll tell you it’s all worth it in the end.” I smile a genuine smile, because I know that someone truly what I’m going through.
A doctor walks out of the corridor and asks for a Jeff Gordon, Tony Stewart and Jimmie Johnson. The three of us follow him. As I’m drying my eyes , we follow the doctor to his office. The doctor closes the door, and turns to face us. “Mr. Stewart, Mr. Gordon, I’m Dr. Whitesmith.” He tells up as we shakes hands “You two are listed among his emergency contacts so as hospital procedures go, I have to specifically tell only those people on this list.” Jeff and I share a look that says ‘this isn’t good.’ Doctor Whitesmith continues “Mr. Earnhardt’s condition is grave. He’s suffered an extensive amount of blood loss, and He‘s already flat lined twice. He’s gotten a blood transfusion from-” he pauses to check his clipboard “–his brother Kerry, and his sister Kelly. He also has a bit of bruising on his brain, and we’ll need to keep him here for a for observation. X-rays are showing he’s also got a broken clavicle, and a cracked sternum, and at the time we don’t understand why, but he’s fallen into a coma.”
Jeff and I make it to room 208, and I choke back a sob when I see the number. Jeff puts his hand on my shoulder and we each take a deep breath and ready ourselves for whatever may be in there. I open the door, and walk into my nightmare. We see Junior, as I least expected him to ever be. He’s lying in the bed and he’s bruised so badly. His head is bandaged up to protect the cuts he sustained in the wreck. He has a tube down his throat, to help him breathe. Shock overcomes the three of us, and for a pause no one says a word. Junior’s right shoulder is in an immobilizer. He’s got bandages wrapped around the same shoulder. Jeff walks further into the room, and takes a seat next to Junior on his left side, as Jimmie stands next to him. I follow his lead and take my own seat on the right.
It’s been four months since you’ve had your accident and we’re all still waiting for you to wake up Dale. I’ve regained my speech, but I know you won’t know that, because of this mess. ‘I miss you so much’ I think, as I sit here at the hospital willing you to wake up. I know this is how you must’ve felt like seeing your best friend hurt and you can’t help them. I sigh softly. Just as I’m about to get up and get a coffee, I feel my hand being held. Holding in a breath, I squeeze softly once again to see if you do it again. When you do, I just want to scream in joy, but I remember that you’re not totally conscious yet, and these things will take time. I see your eyes flicker back and forth behind your eyelids, and I can’t help the smile from growing on my face. I alert the nurse on duty for you, and she comes in to check out the prognosis. Seeing the delighted look on her face, she tells me to calm Dale down if he fully awakens before Dr. Whitesmith gets in.
Dr. Whitesmith walks in and watches as Dale opens his eyes for the first time in the past few weeks, and I must have the biggest grin on my face. “Take it easy son. I’m going to remove this tube from your mouth, and when I do, I don’t want to you say anything for a few minutes to allow your throat to heal for a moment because it hasn’t been used in a while.” The Doctor pulls the tube out of your throat, and I wince when I see it happen because I know it’s got to hurt like hell. “Shit” I hear you whisper. I laugh. “What did the Doctor just tell you?” I tease him. Jeff knocks on the door and walks in with Kevin and Jimmie in tow, and I welcome them in.
As Kevin and the guys come in, Dr. Whitesmith checks your vitals before excusing himself. Kevin walks over, and is gleeful at what he sees. He puts the bouquet of flowers his wife Delana sent him with, on the side table, and turns to Dale and pulls him into a hug not caring that it’s not ‘manly’. Wiping his tears quickly from his face, Kevin lets go and stands back up. Jimmie takes his turn and gives his own hug. Standing he takes his place next to Kevin. We all hang with you keeping you company for a few hours until Kevin, Jeff and Jimmie have to go. I turn my head and see the fear in your eyes. I feel my heart squeeze when I look into your eyes. “Don’t leave me” you croak, your throat still sore from the lack of use.
I nod, and try to give you one of my famous smiles, but what comes out is a smile mired with grief and sorrow. “I thought I lost you” I begin to whisper to you Dale. I take a glance at your eyes, and I’m struck with the intensity of emotions I see swirling in them. ‘Blue as the ocean’ I notice, as I feel myself getting drawn into you. I quietly tell him, I’m just gonna sit in the chair next to the bed, until we figure out what’s going on with us. He seems to relax when I tell him that and I see him go into a contemplative state.
I look over at Dale once again, and see that he’s looking at me, or at least in my direction. “What?” I ask, confused. “Nothin’” you whisper. “Why won’t you let me in that head of yours?” I wonder. The look of fear in your eyes scares me, because I’ve never seen anyone react that way to me before, and I wonder why all of a sudden you’re reacting this way. “I’m scared” I hear you say. “Don’t worry, You’ll be home soon enough” I reassure you.
I see Dale smile softly, and I feel his anxiety relax. I walk over to the door and look down the hall. “Dr. Whitesmith!” I call. I see him turn around, surprised to see me running towards him. “Yes young man?” He inquires gently. Panting slightly, I ask him if he knows when Junior will be able to go home. “Mr. Earnhardt hasn’t been given his final check-up by the staff. As soon as I complete it, we’ll be able to go from there.” I nod in understanding, and tell him, I’ll let Junior in on the good news. Turning around I head back to Junior’s room.
I get back to the room, I look at Junior through the window and my heart breaks as I see him wallowing in…Pity? Disgust at not healing fast enough? Loneliness? I softly knock on the door, to give him a heads up that I’m back. “Hey Junior! The Doctor says he’ll be back down here soon, and give your final check-up, and will let us know if your good enough to go home.” Junior nods, and tells me he’s going to take a quick nap before he leaves. Nodding, I tell him, I’m going go to the car and relax there.” As I start to leave he asks me to stay. “Ok, Junior. I’ll stay.” I start to sit in the chair as I see Junior move over on his bed. “Here. The chairs aren’t comfortable.” Unsure of his motivations, I slowly move around the bed, and climb into it. As we lay there, we both fall into a comfortable sleep.
I open my eyes slowly, and pick my head up being quiet and taking a quick glance at Dale next to me. I see him lying peacefully on the bed, sleeping in a comfortable position. I sigh, and just sit there, and start thinking about the old days with him, before everything became so screwed up between us. Suddenly I feel my hand being squeezed. I look over and see Dale looking at me, with a look on his face, that I know he wants out of the hospital. NOW. As if on cue, Dr. Whitesmith knocks on the door, and I jump from the bed, just as he comes in an starts the evaluation on Dale. He checks Junior’s bandages, and his head for any problems, but sees nothing bad enough to keep him in the hospital. “ Mr. Earnhardt still has bruising and lesions on his forehead, and his shoulder is still sore, from the surgery, which we needed to insert some pins to reconstruct part of the shoulder. However, He seems well enough to be able to go home. I need to write up a few prescriptions, then get the discharge papers ready, then you two can go home. Dr. Whitesmith left the room quickly to gather the necessary papers, while I helped Junior sit up in his bed.
I go out to the car and grab his travel bag. I grab my cell phone from my pocket and call Dale’s sister Kelley. I inform her that they’re letting him go, and I’m bringing him back to their house. She tells me she’ll be over at the house getting everything ready for when he gets home, and that she’ll alert the rest of the family, since she’s been at the hospital with everyone everyday pretty much, that she’s letting me be the one to bring June home.
I quickly return to the room and hand him his bag of clothes to which he thanks me, and then heads to the bathroom to change. “You need any help, just holler” I tell, him to which he nods, and closes the bathroom door. I walk over to the chair and as I sit here and think about how I want to approach the subject of our relationship, when you exit the bathroom, just as the doctor comes in with your prescriptions and your discharge papers.
We arrive at your house and I head out to the back deck to get a moment to myself as we walk through the front door. I’m standing on the deck, off Junior’s home, looking up at the stars, in the cold. I notice there’s only one in the sky right now. Now I’m not a believer much in superstition, but I decide to give it a go tonight in hope that the upcoming Christmas holiday will bring me what I desire most in life.
With my eyes closed, I hear the faint noise of the sliding door moving across the tracks. The door moves once more and closes, and the slight footsteps crunching upon the fallen snow. Just as I’m gonna open my eyes, I feel your arm grab a hold around my waist, and you leaning your head on my shoulder and you resting upon my being. I slowly turn around to face you and I give you a questioning glance. You silence my questions as your lips meet mine, first in a hesitant kiss, but after a moment your resolve comes through and it slowly builds. I hear a delicious moan that sends burning desire coursing through me, when I realize that the moan was mine. Slowly I hold the back of your hand as I place my other hand on your chest.
As if in a movie, I feel the wind kick up, and swirl around us, and I can’t imagine a moment more perfect than this. I feel you move closer to me, and I know you want more. I pull you closer into me, and I lead the way back towards the door. I pull my hand away from your beautiful body and quickly open the door, while holding onto your face, while never breaking the contact from your luscious lips. We hurriedly get through the door, where I feel you shift slightly to close it. We hazardously make our way down the hall, as clothing articles are being discarded creating a treasure trail in our wake. As we make it to your bedroom door I open my mouth to say something, you silence me with your mouth claiming mine once again, in a dominating action.
I slowly rake my hands down to the button your jeans, and teasingly, open them excruciatingly slow. With a sly grin, I look up into your eyes, and see nothing but love, lust and a deep desire swirling around in those crystalline blue orbs of yours. Mouth gone dry, I attempt to swallow before allowing the tantalizing smirk on my face as I think of the fun we’re about to have. I swiftly open the bedroom door, and push you into the room, and towards the bed as you knees catch the edge of your bed, and we both tumble down onto the soft down of the blanket. I reconnect our mouths in a possessive kiss, as my arms rake down your body, in an attempt to memorize every inch of your being. Hearing you gasp when my hands undo the button, I steal the opportunity to give wet kisses down the side of your neck, stopping once I see come to the scar on your neck.
I think back to that day. The day we almost lost you my love. I remember turning the television on, and flipping through the channels bored trying to find something to watch, when I quickly see your name, causing me to flip back a few channels, only to see your Corvette emblazoned in a fireball of itself. All I could remember is going into a terrified shock, screaming at the television for you to get out. Once I saw you get out, I let out a breath of relief that I actually could feel flood throughout my body. Quickly getting my head back in the game, I shake my head to rid my mind of those horrific images, as I tell myself that you’re here with me, and I decide to make you my own. As I put my head back to your neck, I feel your pulse liven up, and I have to make sure your ok, and I’m not hurting you. I hear you reply with a groan, that gets my own pulse racing, and it’s all the answer I need to keep going. Rocking against your body, I can feel your own body react to me, which turns me on all the more. Right as I’m about to claim you as mine for everyone to know, I find myself, suddenly on my face looking up at you, with the biggest shit eating grin on your face.
Wasting no time, I feel you put your knee in between my legs, as you look down, and begin to remove my jeans. I reach down to help you , only to get a swat on my hand, and a look on your face that let’s me know I’m about to be in total bliss by the end of the night. I see you open the drawer in the nightstand beside the bed. You the crawl up the bed, to join me, as you slowly, crawl along the top of me till, our hips meet. I involuntarily buck at the contact, and you quietly, tell me “Shhh.. They’ll be plenty of time for that.” I can’t help the smirk from forming on my face, as I see what you grabbed looks like a blindfold. I take the blindfold, and put it on myself, and get ready for a wild time, when I hear a clinking noise coming from the right once more. All of a sudden, I feel my right hand being brought up, and something cold enclosing it, hearing another metallic click. Wondering what it is, I go to remove the blindfold, when my other hand is grabbed, and something cold enclosing that as well, and again, a metallic click is heard on that side.
It’s only now when I realized I’ve just been handcuffed, and by the sensation on my wrists, it almost feels furry. I can’t help but smile as I visualize the scene as I think it’ll unfold. Leaving the rest of the night up to sensation, I focus on the feel of your smooth skin, gliding against mine. I feel you grind slowly against my hips, as I elicit a moan so primal, I feel it’s effect on you. I feel you leaving a trail of butterfly kisses from my jaw down to my hips, and back up again. “Shit dale” I moan. “keep this up, and this is going to be over before it even begins” I huskily whisper. Feeling you rock against me once more, the passion mounts as I feel you slide your hands down my sides slowly. Feeling you capture my lips in a kiss, I moan, begging to be released. I rock my hips in rhythm with Dale’s and I feel the passion grow more between us. Pulling tightly on the cuffs wanting to break them, so I can show Dale a good, time, I feel him grasp my wrists gently “leave it to me, Tony. I’ve wanted this as long as you.” he whispers huskily in my ear which leaves me weak.
I once again hear a clinking twice over, as I realize that I’m being released. I feel the handcuffs come off, and Dale whispers “have at it.” Instantly, I grab him by the waist and roll him over so I’m now on top looking down at him, and I reply “oh I intend to.” The rest of the night becomes a blur of erotic fantasy, as we became one. Later, lying tangled within each other, I stroke Dale’s hair, as he lays his head on my chest, while making circular shapes with his finger. I release a content sigh, which causes Junior to look up at me with questioning eyes. “It’s nothing. I’m just finally happy with my life, thanks to you.” With that Dale gives me the most blinding smile, that just warms me to my toes. “No thank you Tony. I never imagined, finding a love so pure.” I snuggle in closer to Dale, and hold him close to me as we both drift off to a peaceful sleep.
The End.
