Collision Course

Collision Course 13: The General Lee

"Want some ice for your head?" Brian asked, breaking the awkward silence that had fallen in the garage after he had pulled Dom to his feet.

"Yeah."

"Come on, then." Brian tugged on the hand he still held. "She won't bite," he said with a laugh as Dom walked warily around the car, a fierce scowl wrinkling the skin between the dark eyes. "At least ... I don't *think* so."

"That car scares the shit outta me ... always has."

Brian grinned as he held open the door that connected the garage with the kitchen. "Awww, Dom. She's a lady and likes to be treated like one, that's all."

"She's a bitch," Dom growled as he passed Brian.

Brian gave his baby one last loving look before he entered the kitchen. "No ... she's just a typical female, everything's gotta be her way or she gets cranky," he said softly once the door was safely shut behind him.

"Typical female?" Dom snorted as he sank wearily down in one of the two chairs the kitchen contained. "Then it's no wonder I turned to guys."

Brian stilled in the act of pulling the ice tray out of the freezer. He was both thrilled and appalled by what Dom had just revealed. Thrilled that Dom was openly admitting his attraction to men, but appalled at the plural term.

"Did she have a name?" Brian asked casually as he dumped the ice into a dishtowel and gathered it together. He'd get Dom talking, then he'd get his answers.

"Nah, not really. Dad just called her his baby -- ouch!" Dom complained and flinched away when Brian pressed the crude icepack to the bump on his head. He scowled up at Brian, who grinned and handed the bunched up towel to him. Dom took it and gingerly held it to the goose egg. "Used to drive Mia crazy," Dom went on. "She'd get all mad and pissed off, start going on and on that she was his baby, not some stupid car." Dom's voice trailed off and Brian knew he'd better get the subject away from Mia and back on safer ground.

"I've had a hell of a time finding parts for the Charger."

"You've done pretty good," Dom muttered.

"Yeah, well it hasn't been easy, *especially* since half the car is a '69 and half is a '70."

Dom's raspy laugh rumbled out. "You can blame my dad for that. He bought a couple wrecks and we Frankensteined them together."

Brian got a couple beers out of the fridge, opened them both, and handed one to Dom.

"The doors just had to be from the '69," Brian complained with a smile as he sat down in the other kitchen chair. "I spent months on e-Bay before I was able to track down an original one."

"Yeah, 'Da Dukes, da Dukes'," Dom mimicked Boss Hogg's southern whine so perfectly that Brian was surprised into laughter.

"I take it you watched The Dukes of Hazzard a lot?"

"Every Friday night. Dad and I'd sit down in front of the tube and count how many Chargers they wrecked in each episode. The fucking General Lee damn near made the model extinct," Dom said sadly. "By the time the show was cancelled, there weren't many of them left."

"I heard the producers even had scouts driving around the countryside, checking people's backyards, looking for cars."

"So they could paint 'em Hemi orange and smash 'em up," Dom's weary voice vibrated with contempt.

"Well, at least they didn't get *our* baby," Brian said with relief just before he took a big swallow of beer.

"So ... one blow job and suddenly we're parents?"

Brian choked on the beer. Coughing and sputtering he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand only to nearly fall out of his chair at the sight of Dom.

The shaved head was tilted slightly to the side and the dark brows were arched over even darker eyes -- eyes that sparkled with laughter. Dom's full lips were stretched out in a rare smile that lit up his face and made Brian want to dive across the small table toward him. He wanted to kiss him, lick him, taste him, fuck him, love him ... anything and everything. Brian's jeans suddenly became uncomfortably tight and restraining. The need he'd thought he'd been able to overcome suddenly reared back up -- literally.

"Dom," he panted. "I'd like to ..." he swallowed. How should he go about suggesting a trip to the bedroom? He still didn't know how experienced Dom was or how far he was willing to go. "Could we ...?"

"Fuck?" Dom asked bluntly and Brian nodded eagerly enough to cause Dom to chuckle. Then Dom sobered. "What about your friend?"

"What friend?" Brian asked in honest confusion.

"The one that was sucking on you just before I arrived."

Tomas! Brian had forgotten all about Tomas. Shame filled him. Only a few short hours ago he'd been eager to commit the rest of his life to the older man. Now, he could barely remember what Tomas looked like.

Brian rose. He didn't walk around the small table; he pushed it aside so that he could get to Dom. "He doesn't matter any more," he explained softly. With gentle fingers, Brian took the ice-filled towel out of Dom's hand and away from his head. He inspected the lump and the bruise that was darkening the skin of Dom's scalp. He leaned down and tenderly kissed the wound. Dom tilted his head back in invitation and their lips met.

Dom's kiss was harder this time, more demanding. Brian felt his head being pulled down by the big hand gripping the back of his neck. Dom rose to his feet beneath Brian, never once relaxing the demands his lips were making.

The ice cubes slipped out of the towel and clattered, unnoticed, onto the linoleum.

Brian felt a strong hand digging into his hip, pulling him close, then abruptly shoving him away.

Dom's face was pale, he had a hand on his stomach, and a strange, pained look on his face. He staggered slightly and Brian watched the dark eyes roll backward. He instantly had his arms wrapped around Dom's shaking body.

"You need to rest." Brian had seen the after effects of head trauma before and he cursed himself for not noticing Dom's exhaustion sooner.

He led Dom to his bedroom and softly urged him to sit on the bed. Dom sank down wearily onto the mattress. He looked up at and cocked his head to the side in question. Brian sunk to his knees and, under Dom's inscrutable gaze, began to undress him.

First went the well-worn brown work boots. Brian unlaced them, slid them off, and tossed them casually toward the closet. He paused a moment before rolling down Dom's thick, white socks and removing them. They too, were lobbed over his shoulder in the same general direction that the boots had been thrown. Brian paused and looked up to gauge Dom's reaction.

Dom was staring at him silently. He looked tired and in dire need of rest. Brian wasn't surprised. Blows to the head, combined with emotional upheavals like of the sort that Dom had been through, tended to wear people out.

"Stand up for a sec." Brian grasped Dom's elbow and again pulled him to an upright position. Quickly, Brian pulled back the thin bedspread and the top sheet. Then he undid Dom's pants; they dropped easily to the floor. Once again Brian hesitated. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Dom's briefs and began to pull downward slowly, giving Dom a chance to object -- he didn't. "Okay, you can sit back down," Brian said softly when he had the briefs halfway down Dom's massive thighs. Dom docilely did as he was told and Brian worked the underwear completely off. Brian stood and, with an iron will, kept his eyes from feasting on Dom's lower body as he eased the still open work shirt off the broad shoulders.

"Lay down," said a husky voice that Brian was startled to realize was his own. He leaned down and grabbed Dom's hard calves, lifting and positioning them so that Dom was laid out flat on his bed.

Dom was magnificent.

There was no other way to describe the dark body framed by the white sheets, firm and hard, well toned, with heavy musculature. Dom worked out daily -- Brian knew it was a habit he'd picked up during his stint in the pen -- but Dom had never been ruled by it. He'd never been driven to the extremes that enslaved some people.

Dom was darker than Brian remembered, as if he'd spent a great deal of time in the sun. His skin was glowing and healthy, like hand-oiled walnut beneath the sparse black hair. Brian's eyes flicked to Dom's flanks, seeking evidence of a tan line. There wasn't one. Wherever Dom had been this last year, he'd had enough privacy to sunbathe in the raw. Eyes already looking at the side of Dom's pelvis had just a short climb to see the dark bush of curls that cushioned his relaxed penis. Dom's cock was just as impressive passive as it had been when it had quivered in excitement. Brian ached to touch it.

His eyes skittered away. There'd be time later to satisfy his body. Right now Dom needed his rest. Brian leaned over Dom's torso, determined to get the gorgeous body covered up while he still had the will to do it. It was as he was pulling the sheet over Dom's hips that his eyes caught and held on a portion of Dom's body that he had glimpsed before, but had never been able to study closely. It had been in his thoughts, starred in his daydreams, and had led to many cold, lonely showers.

His navel.

"You have an outie," Brian said with a delighted grin and turned his head toward Dom's face.

"Since the day I was born," Dom said softly. His dark eyes were again twinkling with humor and he looked much better than he had just moments before. Dom pulled his arms up, bent them, and locked them behind his head. "You make a nice nursemaid."

Brian couldn't stop grinning. Dom stretched out in his bed, smiling and joking -- his naval exposed. Fantasies do come true.

Just one more thing would make this moment perfect. Brian dipped his head down and kissed the adorable, sensitive, little bulge.

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