The Luckiest

By: Amphitrite (papervanity@gmail.com)

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: Chick/The King

Summary: Once upon a time, Chick was the luckiest man in the entire world.

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The morning of the race, Strip received a hastily-folded note with his breakfast.

Palm Mile Hotel. Seven-thirty sharp. I’m looking forward to kicking some King ass today.

The words were scribbled in a barely legible scrawl that he would recognize anywhere. Strip smiled at the cocky remark.

“Not if I kick yours first.”

He tucked the note in his pocket and began to eat.

*

Strip got out of the taxi—courteously thanking the driver—and entered the hotel. He scanned the lobby for a moment before zoning in on Chick, dressed up in similar get-up as him, sunglasses included. It would be annoying to have to deal with rabid fans during what little time they got to spend together, so they both always donned disguises whenever they met up. However, neither of them being particularly creative, they usually just ended up wearing the plainest, least flashy clothes they could find. It usually worked.

Yes, Chick looked as average as anyone else in the room today, but Strip had always been able to sense his presence anyway, somehow. The room always felt different when he was in it—more comfortable, more familiar.

He walked up to where Chick was sitting, gazing into space, and leaned into his personal space with a smirk on his face.

“Excited t’see me?” he murmured quietly, staring knowingly (and excitedly, although he would never admit that) at the suspicious bulge in Chick’s black pants.

Chick jumped. “What?” He looked down and turned red. “Oh. No, I was just…” He growled at Strip, who was chuckling.

Strip loved to embarrass Chick. Anything to bring out that blush. It made him look…softer, more endearing and even (Chick would probably kill him if he ever found out that Strip thought so, though) kind of cute. He moved to pull Chick up, ‘accidentally’ brushing the bulge. At the other’s sharp intake of breath and death glare, Strip only smiled innocently, yanking on his arm.

Once up, Chick practically dashed to the elevators. Strip followed at a more leisurely pace, still smiling. When he reached the elevator area, he found Chick frantically pressing one of the up buttons. Finally, one of the doors opened and they entered.

The moment the doors slid shut, Strip found himself being pulled flush against the other racer and very thoroughly kissed. Chick practically shoved his tongue down Strip’s throat, hands gripping his head tightly. Strip sucked on his tongue, eliciting a half-moan, half-grunt from the other. He breathed hard as Chick rubbed up against his own erection earnestly.

“Someone’s sure eager tonight,” he panted in between kisses. Chick’s only reply was to grab Strip’s ass with one hand and pull him even closer, while keeping his mouth glued to the other’s. His other hand somehow found its way down Strip’s khakis and into his underwear, ghosting his fingers around Strip’s arousal. Strip moaned into Chick’s mouth.

The elevator doors opened to a family obviously waiting to get on, but Chick quickly jabbed the ‘close doors’ button before placing the hand back on Strip. Strip took advantage of the momentary distraction to slip his hands up Chick’s shirt, hands seeking the sensitive spots that they knew so well. He reluctantly broke the kiss to latch his mouth onto Chick’s ear lobe, gently nibbling at it before lapping enthusiastically at his neck. Chick’s erratic breathing and hissing filled his ear. The hand in his pants wrapped its fingers around him and began moving back and forth.

The doors opened again, but this time, a young man stepped in before Chick could close the doors on him. Strip didn’t see the disgusted face he made, but he heard him mutter something about filth unfit to walk the earth before he said more loudly, “Why don’t you faggots get a room? Or better yet, go throw yourselves off the roof and save the world some trouble?”

Chick growled, wrapping a protective arm around Strip. He removed his hand from inside Strip’s pants (Strip whined quietly at the loss) to take off his sunglasses, throwing them aside.

“I don’t care what idiotic names you call me, but I don’t take very kindly to people insulting my buddy here. Do you know who I am, boy?”

The man’s eyes widened in recognition. “You—”

“That’s right. You’re looking at Chick Hicks, and if you let a word of this slip out and don’t apologize to my friend right this second, I’ll sue you faster than you can say ‘number 86’.” He bared his teeth menacingly.

The man took a step back and mumbled a ‘sorry’. Strip smirked when he scuttled out as soon as they reached the next floor.

“Sorry about that unfortunate interruption,” Chick said, gently tracing Strips’ jaw line in a sudden, uncharacteristic moment of tenderness.

“It’s okay,” Strip whispered, taking one of Chick’s fingers in his mouth. Chick stared, watching attentively as he lavished it with attention from his tongue. Strip felt the other’s erection pressing urgently against his thigh.

At last, they reached the penthouse level and exited the elevator. Chick always reserved the penthouse suite whenever they met up and it was his turn to pay, for some reason. Strip had never figured out why. At first he had suspected that Chick had been trying to impress him, but it wasn’t like Strip couldn’t afford one himself.

He lost his train of thought when he found himself being slammed against a wall. A hot mouth sealed over his own, possessive and demanding, before clamping down on a spot on his neck and sucking hard enough to leave a mark that would remain there for days. Calloused hands quickly unbuttoned his shirt, and he shrugged it off. The hands began exploring the expanse of skin, teasing all the right spots. Strip loved the feeling of Chick’s rough hands all over him, claiming him. He had to resist from whimpering, choosing instead to impatiently tug Chick’s shirt off. He pulled Chick against him, and they hissed simultaneously at the skin-to-skin contact. He could never get enough of this. He could never get enough of Chick.

The aforementioned racecar driver’s mouth moved downward, biting his left nipple before licking and sucking it.

“Yes…” Strip moaned helplessly. He could practically feel the smirk Chick most definitely had on his face.

He flipped them around so that Chick was now standing with his back against the wall and he had his knees planted firmly on the ground. He trailed a wet tongue down to Chick’s navel (one of the most sensitive places on his body), where he then proceeded to tongue-fuck it. Chick hissed sharply and grabbed blindly at the wall, searching for something to grip on. Strip grinned and unzipped Chick’s pants, surprised (but pleased) to see Chick’s cock spring out to meet him.

“Going commando today, I see,” he commented mildly, before engulfing the entire length in his mouth. He was encouraged by Chick’s hands tightly gripping his head and anchoring him in place, and the desperate noises that came out of his mouth.

“God, Strip…”

Strip stopped for a moment. “Not a god, just the King,” he replied happily before swallowing the erection again. Chick twisted violently in pleasure, moaning delectably.

“No… Stop… ohgodyes… I’m going to… fuck! I don’t want… yet… holy mother of—”

At the last minute, Strip let Chick’s length slide from his mouth and stared up at him.

“You sure?”

*

Staring up at him like that, Strip had no idea what he did to Chick. He was a beautiful creature, but when he was half-naked and sweaty, with his bright-red lips parted and a little bit of Chick’s own pre-come dribbling from a corner of his mouth, he was utterly breathtaking. Chick felt like he could just come at the mere sight. He groaned, wanting badly to thrust back into Strip’s hot and waiting mouth, but knowing he wouldn’t be able to last. And he wanted to be inside Strip when he came tonight.

And with that thought in mind, he tugged Strip up and kissed him, plundering his mouth. He quickly removed Strip’s pants and underwear in a single move, freeing his engorged cock. Chick broke the kiss for a moment to spit in his hand, and began stroking him. Strip shuddered with need, struggling to keep his mouth connected to Chick’s. The desperate noises he made only encouraged Chick to pump harder and faster. His hand would probably ache later, but it was worth it to see that sweet, helpless look on his lover’s face.

Chick felt Strip clutch his arm in a death grip, a sign that Chick had learned to understand as a signal that he was about to reach climax. With a devious grin, he removed his hand and laid a little kiss on Strip’s collarbone.

“Chick—” Strip choked pleadingly, turning around so that Chick’s arousal rested at his entrance. “Please, now,” Chick heard him whisper. He had to force himself not to take him right then and there, preparation be damned.

“Bed,” Chick grunted. “Go. I’ll be there in a second.”

Strip whimpered but nodded, heading over to the bedroom. Chick stepped out of his pants and began frantically searching the pockets. “God damn it!” he muttered, searching the pockets of his other clothes as well. “Aha!” He pulled a tube of lube out of the jacket he had chucked off earlier, just as he heard Strip cry his name.

“What?”

When there was no reply, he ran to the bedroom (although he was sure he looked like an idiot running with a raging hard-on) in alarm. “Are you o—”

The words died on his lips when Chick took in the beautiful sight before him.

Strip lay on the bed, one hand gripping the sheets and the other wrapped around his cock, his fist moving back and forth at the speed of light. He tossed and turned, making the most delicious noises. Chick stared at his lover’s naked body, in awe at the perfection. He vaguely wondered how he had gotten so lucky as to win this man over. The look on his face, the way his jaw met his neck, his toned stomach, his angled hipbones, the sprinkle of hair that began at his navel and continued downwards, his beautiful cock, his perfect legs that belonged around Chick’s waist—

Strip cried out Chick’s name again, and that was all Chick could take. He leaped to the bed, holding Strip’s hands down against the bed. Strip whimpered and looked him in the eye. Chick breathed sharply. It was just this moment that he had been imagining down in the lobby when Strip had finally arrived. The smoldering look Strip got when he was aroused and near climax had always been unbelievably hot.

“Having fun without me? Someone’s sure eager tonight,” he said, echoing Strips’ previous words. Strip didn’t bother replying, wrenching himself free from Chick’s hands and grabbing the lube.

Chick watched with a slack jaw as Strip coated his fingers before spreading his legs and easing a slick finger inside himself. Eyes closed, he worked in another finger, making scissoring motions as he pushed them in and out. His breathing became labored, and his hips began rocking to match the rhythm of his fingers. Chick swallowed hard. When Strip was finished, he began turning around to get on his knees. It was the position they usually assumed when Chick topped—he loved to see the curve of Strip’s back strain as he thrust relentlessly into him. But tonight…

Chick shook his head and grabbed Strip’s wrist.

“No,” he said gruffly. “I want to see you.”

Chick looked away quickly, embarrassed at having said such a sentimental thing. Doing so, he missed the look of awe that spread across the other’s features. But he didn’t miss Strip’s breathless, pleading words.

“Chick, I need... Please.”

Harder than ever, Chick positioned himself at Strip’s entrance and slowly slid in.

*

For someone who had been so eager earlier tonight, Chick sure was taking his time. Strip pushed his hips toward Chick, fully sheathing him. He groaned at the feeling of being completely filled.

Chick was usually the one who bottomed, but the nights after the races, Strip always let him top. He knew that in a way, that was why Chick always arranged these meetings after the races—on these nights, after he had come in second place behind Strip again, he needed to dominate. He needed to take Strip and prove to both Strip and himself that he could win, albeit in another way.

“So fucking hot and tight and beautiful and mine,” Chick muttered, running his hands down Strip’s sides and leaning over him to pull him into a possessive kiss. “God, I love you, Strip.”

Strip’s jaw dropped, but before he could say, ‘What?’, Chick began to move, thrusting deeply into him, and he suddenly couldn’t think of anything but the cock buried inside him, the guttural sounds coming from his lover, and ‘ohgodyes’.

The friction felt delicious, but it just wasn’t eno—

Oh lord!

He felt himself arch upwards to meet Chick, crying out in pleasure. When his vision cleared, he saw the triumphant grin on Chick’s face and the lustful eyes staring at him.

“Yeah, that’s the spot,” Chick groaned, slamming into him at that angle again, causing both parties to moan loudly. Chick growled and thrust into him even harder than before, stroking that spot again and again. Strip threw his head back as he writhed and screamed, lost in pleasure.

Chick wrapped his fist around Strip’s cock, pumping roughly as he continued to thrust into him without relent. Strip’s hips moved with Chick’s rhythm, his fingernails digging deeply into Chick’s shoulders.

One of the hands traveled lower until he was clutching Chick’s arm tightly. A second later, his body convulsed and he came shouting Chick’s name, spilling warm, sticky wetness on the other’s hand and his own stomach. One more thrust did it for Chick, and he came with a wordless cry.

After his release, he hovered over Strip for a moment before easing out of him and rolling off of him to lie next to him on the bed.

“Well, I didn’t get to kick your ass, but I did get to pound it into the mattress,” Chick said thoughtfully, once their breathing had returned to normal. They both chuckled.

There was a comfortable silence in which Strip laid his head on Chick’s shoulder and slung an arm around him. Chick held him close.

“Strip,” Chick said quietly. When Strip looked up at him, he continued. He sounded uncertain. No, hesitant? Afraid? Insecure? Strip wasn’t sure. “I meant what I said,” he whispered.

Strip inhaled sharply, feeling his throat clog up. “God, I love you, Strip,” Chick had said. He had never thought that he would ever hear those words come from those lips. When this whole thing had begun, Chick had emphasized the fact that it was all about the sex and that no feelings whatsoever would be involved. He had warned Strip that if he ever began thinking romantic thoughts, he would end what they had immediately. Strip had protested nobly that he would never betray his wife like that. The ironic fact that he had been agreeing to an affair with a man hadn’t escaped either of them.

Time had passed by quickly, and Strip had ended up developing those feelings Chick had warned him about. He knew that Chick could tell, and often wondered why he hadn’t been thrown in a ditch yet. The idea that Chick wasn’t leaving because he too, had developed romantic feelings, was simply unfathomable, although Strip had admittedly fantasized about it. But he had never thought that it would ever really happen. Chick, loving someone? Even more unimaginable, Chick loving him?

“Chick, I… I honestly don’t know what to say,” he said sheepishly, gnawing on his bottom lip.

“Fine, whatever.”

Chick shoved him away and got out of the bed. Without looking back, he began walking out of the bedroom. Strip blinked bemusedly at the sudden loss of his source of warmth, before flying after him.

“Chick! What—”

“Fuck you!” a hastily-dressed Chick yelled, putting his jacket on.

It must have killed him to give Strip this edge over him, for he suddenly seemed so jumpy and defensive.

“I don’t understand what—”

“I’ve developed those goddamned feelings, all right? And it turns out that I was wrong in thinking that you had, too. Well, then what are you waiting for? Tell me to leave!” he yelled. Strip gaped at his irrationality.

“No, no! You have it all wrong! Say it again,” he pleaded.

“Just tell me to fucking leave, already!”

“I don’t want you to leave!” Strip said, raising his voice as well.

“There’s no point in lying anymore, all right?! Fine, I’ll just leave. Bye,” Chick muttered dejectedly, unlocking the door and grabbing the handle.

Strip grabbed the hand that was on the handle and kept a firm grip on it.

Chick turned around to pin an angry glare on him. “Leave me alone, you sadistic bastard!”

“Tell me what you told me before,” Strip repeated firmly.

“You are so sick, Strip Weathers! I hate you! I wish you would go throw yourself off a cliff, you insensitive bastard! I love you! I love you so fucking much I can’t stand it! Is that good enough for you? Let me go!”

“I love you, too,” Strip said quietly.

“You really are just a big-headed jerk! I can’t believe I defen—” Chick paused, narrowing his eyes at him. “What did you say?”

“I love you,” Strip said simply.

With a cry, Chick pushed Strip against the door and kissed the hell out of him. Strip broke the kiss to squeeze Chick tightly with his arms. Chick returned the hug, closing his eyes.

“God, you are so fucking beautiful, and I want you to be mine forever and ever, and I don’t think I can fuck anyone else ever again after having been with you, and I just…”

Strip kissed him on the cheek. “What is up with you tonight?” he asked in amazement at the sentimental things Chick was saying.

Chick shrugged, looking away but not releasing Strip from his arms.

After a moment of thought, he said softly, “Just realized that I’m the luckiest man on the earth, that’s all.”
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